But this vampire, Phobos... Rung couldn't imagine a vampire going to the orc as a student. It was unthinkable! Well, that's not how it works! At least, fill your ears with the best feed wine. And was Phobos a vampire? Judging by the upper fangs and the fact that he drank blood, yes, he certainly did. But looking at the aura, it is not clear who his disciple really is. He was obviously not an undead person, but he was not a human being, even if he looked like them. Then who? Any new half-blood? A mixture of a demon with... By who? A human being? An elf? No, that's crazy. Rung knew what things and cambions looked like. Yes, they could look very different depending on which demons occurred, but the appearance of the aura does not affect. And from everyone in whom the blood flows demons of Abis or devils of Baathor, a vertex smells emanations of Chaos, and in Phobos Chaos was not! At all! He, who for forty years has been constantly seen with the inhabitants of the lower plans, would have felt it!
A thoughtful shaman did not immediately notice that the leader was waiting for him. Gara's face expressed an extreme degree of anxiety. The unexpected burden of power and ten years of balancing on the verge of survival made the warrior very cautious and reasonable for the orc, which was facilitated by the presence of a number of nearby, though harmful, which he himself admitted, and even a little proud, but at the same time a wise shaman.
- I do not know! But Harushaki did not send him. Gyrag, if he wanted, would have crushed us in a couple of hours, and other clans had nothing to do with it, the shaman answered without waiting for the obvious question, scratching his chin with his claws.
- Lonely? - The chief asked about the husky bass.
- I think so, yes.
- But why? He killed Hurmak and Mashar, the Karoslins couldn't even picnic, with such strength he could settle down at Garig's, why would he need us? It's silly.
- Well, it's not that stupid," the old man continued to scrape out dirt in his beard.
- If he is really a loner and needs a place to live, he made the best possible move, coming to us...
When he noticed the chief's misunderstanding on his face, Rung continued:
- Well, look, who would he be at Garrigue's? One of the many strong and valuable warriors, but no more. If you remember, the guard of this mountain of fat consists not of anyone, but of ogres, and there are already ten or four of them, if not more.
- You will forget it - Garah's face was shrieking: there were more ogres in the tribe of Harushak than there were soldiers in the tribe of Ravshay.
- Well, think about where it would be easier for him to go up. He just came to us and immediately became the third figure in the tribe, and in Harushak's case it is good if in a few years in the middle of the hierarchy it will be possible to get through, - at the last words the shaman thoughtfully stared at the wall behind the back of the leader, pretending something in his mind and automatically playing with his fingers on the dagger handle attached to the belt.
- You sound as if we are not the last tribe, but at least the second strongest, Gar said skeptically, putting his hands on his chest.
- Everything can be," the shaman said in the same thoughtful manner, without turning his head.
Gara's face reflected complete amazement. He was not astonished by the statement itself, he had to hear much more delusion from the lips of those idiots who first crossed his path, and then tried to beg for mercy with flattery. No, Gara was astonished that such a statement was made by none other than Rung, but by a more distrustful and suspicious pessimist who was difficult to find. Even though the chief did not know such a word as "pessimist", he knew the nature of the shaman and it was enough for him. The situation was completely atypical, and Gar began to pick up the words very carefully - isn't it possible that the old stump had finally gone mad? Who would take them apart, the sorcerers?
- Even if he is as strong as an ogre and yet as fast as a drow, does this make him equal to at least the Goryg Guards?
- You can make a face easier!
- The old man squeamishly broke away, feeling a lot of grief and shining his eyes deep down, which could scare the hell out of some young goblin in the half-black of the corridor.
- I'm not crazy, and I don't need to be buried before time! As for strength, say: can an ogre granite by hand crumble?
- What does the granite have to do with it?
- It was obvious that Gara was relieved from his heart. Bloodthirsty gawking shaman, of course, also scared him, no less than the long-suffering goblins, if only because the chief of the tribe had some ideas about the possibilities and imagination of this shaman. Often supported by concrete examples. But still, the only shaman who went mad is much worse for him and for the tribe than the same shaman, but just not in the spirit.