Tumaris continued to shoot arrows on his horse. He seemed to want to make sure no one was following them. They rode non-stop until the group finally reached the top of a hill. They were there…. On a hilltop the Narqs were waiting for them. Above them stood the Black cavalry. Darkness hid him. The top of the hill was dark. Yelis' heart ached as if it was being squeezed by a hand. The black horseman raised his black sword. The narqs were boiling downhill, the thick shouts were rising. Mextumsila descended from the horse's back. He calmly took a pouch from his cloak and opened it. Mextumsila calmly took something out of her purse. Yelis saw that there was something pink in the pouch. He stood before the black cavalry's black sword. Ewin also dismounted and raised his staff and thrust it into the ground. The ground rang and then it subsided. For a moment there was silence. Everything was quiet.The Narqs fell silent. Even their forward charge slowed and stalled. Gradually the ringing came

As the sun went down, their shadows stretched on the walls of the ruined buildings. As the sun went down, he had turned it into a city of gold. “I've never seen a city of Gold before,” Tumaris Uras said, laughing at him. “If we want to see more, we should go,” said Erendiz. Erendiz wanted to see everything and was enthusiastically attracting others. He climbed over the dusty abandoned fountains. They went in and out of ruined buildings. In the end, they were all tired. They sat on the steps of a building whose few columns had survived. Yelis sighed and said, "All I want is to get some sleep." "You can sleep whenever you want," Erendiz said firmly. “Look where we are. We are in an abandoned city, it belongs only to us,” he said. Tumaris threw back his arms, leaning slightly back. “A city of dust” shielded his eyes from the setting sun near the roofs. “It's getting late, it's going to be dark soon. said Uras. Erendiz shrugged. “I want to climb one of those buildings.” Yelis also followed

David began to cast nervous glances at the empty windows facing the street. Outside, the last vestiges of twilight were fading; The fire seemed very small and dim. Mextumsila frowned, lowering her head, listening, concern in her eyes. "An Obur amongst the ruins and this far to the South" turning to Mextumsila Obur, "What's your name?" “Psefit,” said the Obur. “What brought you here?” The Obur stammered, “I saw it. We were in the uncanny forest. There were three other Oburs with me. They arrived in an icy cold air and killed the other two. I ran away. I saw the two of them while I was running. There were two breaths. They and the blue dragon… When one of them touched the blue dragon, it disappeared. Then they came. Black rider and their shadows, there were two more. Min and Tin..” Mextumsila grabbed Obur's arm. “Are you sure of these names?” “Yes,” the man muttered confidently. “It was them, I felt it, their energy was absorbing me,” he said. Mextumsila was thoughtful, “Did they, Min

Yelis lifted her head from the thick body of the mist, licked her lips, and met her friends' eyes. Everyone was nervous. Night and fog had taken them captive. The Narqs were out there somewhere, and the Yilbes were perhaps in the next corner. The mist was approaching them. Yelis forced herself to stop thinking. They would follow the red star. She could hold on to the thought. They had to back up three times down a street that was blocked from side to side by a hill of stone and brick that the horses could never cross. Yelis could hear the others' short, sharp breathing, she was simply afraid of panic. She grit his teeth to stop his own breathing. At least to make them think you're not afraid.They turned the next corner. A street of fog covered the wall with a bright light. Shadows shot towards them. Nobody expected this. Turning, they galloped away. In front of them, ten inches away, two Ñarqs came out into the street. They looked at each other for a moment, each more surprised than

Yelis fell to the ground when the arrow released Jerzac to the ground. Psefit agilely jumped off his horse and mounted Yelis back on his horse. Tumaris rode beside them on his horse. “Drive towards the river,” he said. Their horses rummaged through the trees. Jerzac and the Yilbes followed as they ran towards the River. They bent their horses to avoid the Jerzacs' whips. Tumaris on his horse continued to shoot back, looking over his shoulder. Yelis's face was almost buried in his horse's mane.Tumaris managed to hit three Jerzacs and one Yilbe behind them. Yelis and Erendiz looked at him, Tumaris smiled and muttered, "Not my best shots." Tumaris did not return to retrieve his arrows. “More will come. I hope the river isn't too far away." Instead of saying what else he hoped for, he nodded and set off at a rapid gallop. Erendiz and Uras went behind him.Soon they came to a low, undulating shore among the trees. Tumaris could not see the other side at all. He didn't like the idea of ​​c