Mack put the booklet to the side and dug on the food.
He didn't even pay attention to the taste, texture, or sll. He was starving.
Every ti Mack over used his middle finger runespell, he felt as if he could eat an entire crate of food.
Essence helped his body to be more strong and resistent and sohow Mack knew he would not starve to death in dozens of days without food, but it seed in extre cases Essence could not fully replace normal food nor a good night of sleep.
'Not with this Essence saturation in the environnt, at least'
Though Mack, rembering the second gate, in there he only eat because he was used to it.
After finishing the food, Mack rested again on the ground and used the mage bag as a pillow.
A little comfort from ti to ti would kill no one..
"How long did I sleep?"
Asked Mack, looking at Raz.
Raz moved his hand and raised 3 fingers.
"Three hours..... And I'm still not recovered to even walk. I lost too much blood this ti."
Raz shook his head. Thought for a mont and drew two runes on the ground.
"Three Days?!"
Raz gave a quick nod and pointed to the sun raising on the west.
"Fuck! Three days? How?"
Raz looked at Mack and drew a few runes on the ground.
# We even suspected you had suffered so kind of permanent damage and would not wake up anymore #
Mack could understand them. Three days is a long ti in a battle.
'The battle!'
"And the battle?!"
Hearing the question, Raz mood went completely sour and his eyes showed the answer Mack didn't want to hear nor Raz wanted to say.
'They lost. Are all of them dead? And the mage army?'
Mack had many doubts. This was not the initial plan at all.
Seeing Mack's facial expressions of doubt, disbelief and shock, Raz started to draw a few more runes on the ground.
# We are the last ones. They killed everyone else. There is no more warlock army #
"And what about the mage's army?"
# They are still here. 100 miles at west. They are collecting all the bodies and searching for anyone that escaped #
"100 miles at west?"
Mack looked at where the sun was raising. And tried to figure out where he was now.
"Shit! We are between them and their ships?"
Raz's expression darkened, and he gave a quick nod with his head.
'That was the plan. But not without a warlock army! Fuck. With no army, we will be found sooner or later in here.'
~sigh~
"You guys can leave behind if you want. I will not be able to walk or fight any ti soon. And this place is too dangerous. They will move the entire army back at any day."
Raz looked Mack in the eyes for a long ti and lowered his gaze.
Mack thoughts went cold. It seed Raz, too, was a practical person like him. They are going to leave him behind.
But then.
Raz fingers moved on the ground.
# We are the last ones of our kind. There is no such thing as leaving soone behind #
'A sentintal prick'
~sigh~
"I will rember that."
A few hours later....
Eight Warlocks could be seen behind a huge rock on the grass plains.
Mack already recovered his mobility and was able to walk normally but could not fight yet. Not without dying, at least.
The eight of them were not resting there, they were scouting sothing far in the sight.
"This is the one?"
Asked Mack, looking at a huge mage tower a few miles in front of them. The tower had about 10 floors and had a cylindrical form.
Raz, by the side of Mack, gave a quick nod.
"Did you guys monitor it? There are mages inside?"
Raz raised his hand and made a 2 and then a 0 with his fingers.
"Twenty mages...How many acolytes?"
Raz raised his hand and made a 0 with his hand.
"Twenty mages and not a single acolyte...."
Mack thought about it for a long ti. If they were right, this is the tower they needed 3 days ago.
But now? Was worth it to even try?
"The info about the war... are you guys sure? You get the info from that group you encountered while I was unconscious, right? Are you a hundred percent sure?"
Raz looked at his warlocks comrades and drew a few runes on the ground.
# We captured three and tortured them. That's why we we lost a few in the last battle. To capture them. And the three gave the sa kind of answer #
"I see.... In this case...."
"....What you guys think? I can't fight yet. And we can't damage the tower. We would only depend on you Raz."
Raz looked at one of the other warlocks, and that warlock threw another mage bag.
Raz opened the bag and showed the contents to Mack.
"What a smart ass. This will save us a lot of effort"
Said Mack, grabbing a mage robe.
'This definitively would not work in normal war ti because of patrols and security and etc. But now? With the warlock army gone, they for sure will believe anyone using a robe this far from the battlefield is a mage.'
Mack looked at the robe more closely and it seed very luxurious. As if made with silk from Earth, full of decorative engravings on its borders.
"Ok, lets get dressed then. We have a bank to rob today."
The warlocks stopped grabbing the robes and looked back to Mack without understanding.
"I an.... a mage tower. We have a mage tower to rob today!"
Said Mack, already removing his warlock clothes.
Today, they will need to do a little roleplay as mages to enter that damd tower.
"Once we approach there, let do the talking. I have a translator in this mask."
Said Mack, pointing to his mask.
Raz gave a nod, but then looked at Mack's back.
Mack saw the odd gaze and didn't understand.
"What? Is there sothing wrong?"
Raz pointed to Mack back with his hand.
"Ohhh the cape! Right!"
Said Mack, focusing on his 'phantom limb' called Argonian Cape, and turning it off.
Sotis he even forgets he has a cape.
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