"But what can we do? Moog... «Kings of the Wyld»
RamingoWS26 августа 2018"But what can we do? Moog is dying of the rot! Matty couldn`t climb a flight of fucking stairs, and we expect him to walk a thousand miles? To cross the Heartwyld? To scale a mountain? Even if we do reach Castia... even if we somehow get there in time... what chance do we stand?" The words none at all stood poised on Clay`s tongue like an actor ready to stride onstage, but he kept the curtain closed. "I don`t know," he said finally. "I really don`t, Gabe. But then again, I don`t know how we did half the stuff we`ve done." Gabriel wiped at his nose with a mud-soiled lseeve. "What do you mean? What stuff?" "Coldfire Pass," Clay said. "Hollow Hill. Castadar. How many hopeless battles have we fought?" "A few..." Gabe admitted. "And how many did we win?" His friend considered that a moment. "All of them?" "All of them," Clay confirmed. "And yeah, sure, we`ve just been robbed by a gang of girls—" "Twice," said Gabriel. "Twice, yes, well... we`re a bit rusty. Of course we are. But we`ve beaten the odds before, is what I`m trying to say. Remember Turnstone Keep? Three bands against five hundred bloodthirsty cannibals, and still we survived. We`ve killed how many gods-forsaken murlogs? How many orcs, and ogres, and shit-spawned warlocks bent on destroying the world? Frozen hells, we killed a dragon once." Gabe frowned. "You mean Akatung? I thought—" "Okay, we almost killed a dragon once. We definitely hurt him real bad. But he didn`t kill us, did he? We`re still here, still fighting. And Rose is fighting, too, but she`s desperate, and she needs our help. She needs you, Gabe. If you don`t save her from Lastleaf and his fucking horde, no one will." He could see hope kindling inside Gabriel, and so offered the last log at his disposal to the flame. "We were giants once, remember? Kings of the Wyld."
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