...Beyond the pass, the orc path turned east, and I had to leave the well-trodden path. There was no need to worry about the condition of the road here, so I picked up the pace and rushed at full speed, breaking huge stones with my jumps, rushing over the gorges like black lightning. In such - rather rare - minutes, I recalled stories about ancient wars, when my ancestors soared up to the clouds, accelerating over the rocks, and clawed winged enemies right in their own element. Honestly, it was hard to believe; Well, what kind of bumpkin do you need to hatch, so as not to be able to dodge a multi-ton black carcass rushing from afar? I don't even try to catch birds...