Chapter 21

Digging through numerous books, Inmir easily overcame the language barrier. The point was that the language of the forest dwellers was similar to the language in which these books were written. There were differences, but for the mighty intellect of the Lord this did not become a problem, he could easily compare two languages ​​by studying one through the other, using logical calculations and patterns.

One of the most interesting records he found was the diary of one of the owners of this place, which described almost the entire history of this city.

It all started about five thousand years ago, when "dark humanity" invaded the continent, after which the genocide of the local population began literally. The first blow fell on the magical kingdom and the forest kingdom of the elves, which were literally swept away by superior enemy forces.

And there is no way that all other countries will unite and repulse the invader, but everyone was afraid and hoped that they would be able to negotiate with the empire of the dark ones, simply simply leaving several peoples to the mercy of fate at once.

And as you might guess, having finished with the main threat, the dark ones began to absorb the continent and destroy, and sometimes enslave, other peoples.

The city-state of Alcholion was a real kingdom of alchemists and magicians, but like the elves, they were not numerous and even superior in knowledge and strength to dark humanity, they could not resist the hordes of invaders.

No matter how much the alchemists tried to negotiate with the dark people, everything was in vain, in the end they, like the elves, had only to run.

As their new abode, they preferred not the desert, but the mountain range next to it, where they founded their city.

It was not in vain that the Alcholion government chose this place, because they did not just want to hide from persecution, but they wanted to take revenge on the invaders. They decided to create a huge army of golems, for which, in this mountain range, there was everything necessary.

"We will destroy our enemies with the power of our science!"

It was the slogan of those years, which was very popular with the residents.

But, it took time, a lot of time, to create a full-fledged army.

Higher alchemists ruling the state, who achieved almost immortality with the help of elixirs of life, and in fact dreamed only of science, easily endured all the hardships of life in the mountains and dungeons. But the rest of the citizens, who had already been replaced by more than one generation, for five hundred years, who, this city had already been founded, were indignant.

The people who had changed four or even five generations no longer wanted revenge or something like that, they wanted to live and raise their children in normal human conditions.

And finally, when the discontent of the people reached the limit, most of the population left the "second" Alcholion and crossed the desert, under the protection of stone magic, founded the city of Tai-Lon.

The rest of the people continued the work of their lives.

Needless to say, mostly the best of the best remained, alchemists who were the stronghold of science and civilization.

Communication between the two, split by the desert, settlements, one nation, was rare, and eventually completely stopped.

The alchemists, mired in experiments, were not particularly upset by this fact, their thoughts were occupied only by science and revenge.

Without noticing it, they gradually grew old. The elixir of life that they took did not actually give eternal youth, but only rejuvenated the body for a while. And also, it was addictive, each new dose had to be several times larger so that it could act with the same effects as the previous one.

At some point, the elixir completely ceased to help and mass deaths swept the city. Ninety percent of the people died in just a few months, the rest were very sick and complained of a breakdown.

At this time, the head of the city adopted a decree on the transfer of all production to offline mode, due to which, appropriate changes were made to the magical sphere.

Nevertheless, the forces of the alchemists were thrown into something that would once again extend their lives. And although their science had gone far, and the magic was strong, they could not do it. Their bodies have simply reached the limit of their human potential.

Inmir shifted his gaze to the sitting skeletons:

"It seems that for the last few weeks of their existence, the still surviving alchemists were no longer able to move normally ... They believed in their knowledge to the very end, but they were let down by arrogance and a thirst for revenge seething in their hearts. They were smart, but by no means wise."

Approaching one of the skeletons, Vladyka touched its skull, and it shook as if it were about to come to life, after which it turned into dust.

"As I thought, this person is a distant descendant of the very people who lived in our time, which means that their ancestors were able to survive the catastrophe. Moreover, according to reports, the forest dwellers also have elven genes in their gene pool, which indicates the survival of both humans and elves. But how? I know only two races that live on earth and are able to survive the radiation, these are celestials and creatures of the abyss, but not those, not others, and would not lift a finger in order to help people and the like ... Although ... Exactly, there is someone else who can help them, and strongly sympathetic to these humanoid ... Wanderers.

"I have finished, my lord, should I order them something?" Leozard's voice distracted Inmir from his thoughts.

- Order to rebuild the production, again under the big golems.

- I'm listening.

"Ah yes, you will stay here for now Leozard, I will send a replacement later. Now, I want to check one more thing.

Without waiting for an answer, the Master of Life teleported away.

***

The crescent moon brightly illuminated the cold desert at this time of day.

Strange as it may seem, but usually strongly blown by the winds, now, as if deciding to rest in silence, it was serene and empty, only sand dunes brightened up its landscape.

At that time, the great Sovereign, the master of life and the boundless Lord of monsters, Inmir, walked along it, wandering somewhere alone.

The burden of sadness lay on his heart, and it had nothing to do with the wanderers or the fact that they, on some whim, saved someone. No, the reason was completely different.

"There can be no mistake, judging by the analysis of the soil and air, as well as the deep analysis of the stones in the caves, the earth recovered from the catastrophe of the suns, five hundred thousand years ago, that is, my children spent an extra half a million years underground because of my mistake ... But how could I be wrong, my strength is the strength of nature itself, I cannot be mistaken ... "

The ruler's foot, taking the next step, hit the sandy surface with force, from which the earth shuddered. Forty-meter sandy waves parted to the sides, leaving the culprit of this, in a huge crater.