The earth was full of sounds of pain, suffering, hatred, clattering weapons, the sound of falling bodies, the shouting of commands, the cries for help, the groans of the wounded. It got fatter, full of blood of fallen soldiers, she herself is wounded and groans in exhaustion. It was ill.
The creatures that inhabited it, in particular people, were tortured for centuries: they tore plants, cut down forests, killed animals, laid them on rocks, building roads and cities. And wars, endless wars among themselves, long wars , aimed at capture and destruction, were destroying. She was already on the edge, she knew that she did not have much left. And then she uttered a groan that swept through the whole earth with a tornado. It originated in the very depths of the earth, flew all over the world and echoed in the sky. Everyone heard it, and everyone remembered this for the rest of their lives ...
And then it appeared: a magic weapon capable of stopping wars and establishing peace on earth. The possessed by it received unlimited power that no one could resist, and then people had to stop endless wars, to start living in peace and harmony ... They say it appeared in the very place where the groan of the earth came from and where it flew all over the planet: a crater formed in that place, but if you think that it is so easy to find it, then you are deeply mistaken - there were various maps, which, they say, pointed the way to the same crater, but, no matter how they searched, only a stone was found, but that with them occurred on tom - unknown. The gun, which was later called the weapon of Idriss, was whimsical, and practically no one could take hold of them ...
And the earth continued to suffer, hoping that one day its treasure would be found, and then the wars would cease, and it could exist in peace and harmony, as in the old and immovable past.
"On my command! Fire!" these phrases were heard here and there, and then followed the shriek of catapults, the whistle of flying shells. Burning, they disappeared in the pillars of dust that enveloped the battlefield. Siegfried, a brave warrior of Lamandria, a loyal subject and one of the most honorable knights of King Amforte, hurried between the catapult to the command headquarters, where his master was now, pondering the plan for the attack.
Pushing aside the canopy, the young man went into the tent: Amforte was already there, his crown reflected the light of the candles, which dimly illuminated the room, his counselor Christophe, a man of old age, dressed in a dark robe, and several military commanders, .
"You called me, Your Majesty?" bowing, Siegfried expressed his respect to all present and went to the huge map that lay on the table. It also housed miniature figures of different colors: blue denoted the armies of Lamandria, red - their opponent of the kingdom of Shartheria.
One glance at it was enough to understand that both sides had equal chances to win, and the battles could have continued for many, many years, which actually happened. Both states competed with each other, dividing the territory. Sometimes the preponderance was on the side of Lamandria, sometimes Shartheria, they were like twin brothers, that they are always trying to prove to each other that one of them is better. Staying in a state of perpetual conflict, at times, little things, trifles, were enough to stir up an ethnic conflict. And now it happened the same way: on one of the diplomatic evenings there was a skirmish between Murdoch, the son of King of Shartheria, and one of Amforte's close associates. It is not known who initiated, but neither side was going to take the blame. Perhaps, if we were talking about ignorant knights or peasants, the conflict would have been hushed up, but it was a royal person and an approximate king. They did not succeed in hushing up the words, nobody wanted to give up. In a fit of anger, the kings declared war on each other.
It was three years ago. Since then, fighting has not stopped, people fought among themselves. For all it was all the same, because of what and why, people moved hatred towards the inhabitants of the enemy state.
"Yes, Siegfried" Amforte nodded. "Our spies reported that Shartheria sent ambassadors to Sildra." He pointed to the state that was south of the two opposing powers. "If King Stroud and Sildra form an alliance, this will significantly change the balance of power." This should be prevented. You will go to Kretch in order to join them in a coalition. Kretch hates Sildra as much as we do with Shartheria , so I'm more than sure that they will accept our offer.
The king fell silent, thinking about something. The commanders silently left to give the soldiers new orders. The battle did not stand still, it was important every second counted. Siegfried felt uncomfortable: the war had already lasted for many years and it obviously did not think to end. With the addition of two more powers, the case will be stretched for several more years, and who knows what will happen in the end. Even if they a victory, their country will be exhausted by the war and practically defenseless against other states. Despite the fact that the man loved military business and was one of the strongest knights of Lamandria, he did not like protracted wars. This harmed everyone.
"But you can not send such an important matter to anybody" the king interrupted. "I trust you completely, you know, you are like a son to me," Amforte smiled. Ever since childhood, the ancestral Siegfried has been watching the knights that they trained in front of the castle, and once he was noticed by Amforte. This trifle changed the boy's entire life: the king allowed him to study knightly craft, despite the fact that Siegfried's blood was exclusively plebeian, and then, when the results of this training made themselves felt and Sigfrid distinguished himself during military expansion into one of the neighboring states, he was given the title of knight, the ion had access to the court and the king, becoming one of those rare exceptions, when the nobleman was given the title of nobleman.
And Siegfried was already twenty-eight, he was one of the most loyal subjects of the king, and he in turn, treated the man as his own son.
"I want you to take your men and go as diplomats to Kretch" Amfort concluded, looking seriously at his servant.
"Honor, Your Majesty," Siegfried replied immediately, bowing. "When do you order to depart?"
"Tomorrow at dawn." We can not waste time.
"As you wish."
The earth shuddered at the mess that was happening around. At times it seemed that people no longer fought, they fumbled in the mud, tearing at each other's hair, hitting everywhere, reaching out to where, shouting, squealing, yelling. This was not a battle in the usual sense of the word, but chaos. And this chaos lasted three years.
Suddenly a black horse stormed into the crowd. His squad threw forward a spear, piercing the lamandrian running towards him. The shaft was watered with blood, but the rider did not care - he galloped into the thick of the nightmare, waving his spear to the right and left. Anyone who tried to resist him turned out to be either trampled by a ferocious horse, or killed by an equally furious master. Yes, Murdoch was a skilful warrior, and most of all he liked to show his skills in battles, despite his father's requests to stay at the command rate and think over tactics. He did not care. He alone was able to lay a hundred infantry, so why think about something or somehow cunning if you can just kill everyone.
Killing the next soldier, the man wiped the sweat from his forehead - he neglected the helmet - and again rushed into the battle. But obviously his plans were not destined to come true. At first he heard a rumbling roar that rose from the bowels of the earth. Then a powerful roll shook the plain: no one could restrain his feet. Murdoch's horse began to snicker and stood on its hind legs, dropping its rider. Fortunately, his wit did not fail him, and the man managed to roll sideways before another tectonic wave made his horse fall and crush it.
People immediately after the first rolling rushed to their camps - so you can not fight, and both sides were exhausted to the limit. And such an earthquake could be regarded as a sign of fate. Therefore, everyone was in a hurry to leave the battlefield, throwing up their weapons and running away. The truth is, the next wave has laid everyone again right in the mud and dust.
The earth shook three times. After the third, no one moved anymore, everyone waited for the next rolling. But he did not come all the way and the people began to climb up quietly and get out. Murdoch also rose. He was fucking angry, his moment, his triumph was spoiled. But these earthquakes happened for a reason. Standing, he looked with his horse's stare. He lay in a couple of meters and was desperately neighing: judging by the fact that his leg was turned in the wrong direction, it was broken. Back you will have to walk. Picking up his spear, Murdock broke his skull with a sharp blow. It is better to kill immediately than to let the animal suffer. Turning, the crown prince went to the camp, he had to show his father to his eyes.
Arriving at the camp, Murdoch immediately went to the command rate. He will still have time to tidy himself up and rest - now there were more important things to do.
"Murdoch, you're all right, that's good" Instead of greeting, King Stroud threw a quick glance at his son, and then lowered him again to the table. All the advisers and commanders stood around him and stared tensely at the map. Did not have time to finish the fight, but already plan the next one? Murdoch approached, trying to understand what was causing the assembled people to so frown their foreheads. He lowered his gaze and realized that he was not looking at the map at all. Above it lay a scroll, judging by the images, there was also a map, but of a different kind. The image looked familiar, but Murdoch was not so strong in geography to immediately spot the place. One thing is clear at once, it pointed out the way to something - crosses on cards are usually placed in such cases. And it looked as if she had just been dug from the ground: old and dirty.
"What is it?" Murdock asked gloomily.
"When the earthquake began," King Stroud began, "we could not stand on our feet." And when we got up, she was already lying here.
Looking closely, Murdoch saw the letters in the right corner of the map. It was an ancient language, but the man was still the future king, and so he was taught to him.
"Weapon Idris," Murdoch translated. "Wait, is this the card for Idris himself?" Is this not a myth?
This legend was known to every child, they say, there is an instrument of the earth, called Idris, which gives the possessor the power, power, glory and all the rest and so on. But most importantly - in the hands of the worthy he will heal the land from wars.
"If you remember the legend, sometimes the Earth gives clues ... I believe that it is. Murdoch" the king turned to his son, "If this card is with us, it is very likely that the lamendrians also received it. We can not let them get Idris. He who grasps it will bestow peace, this can be interpreted as the domination of one empire throughout the world. And I'd rather die than let the lamendrians rule the world. Take the map and your people, at dawn you will start on the road and bring me Idris."
"I understand," Murdock smirked. The prospect of becoming the owner of an ancient weapon was more than satisfactory. How else to perpetuate yourself in history, if not a label "the keeper of Idris' greatest ancient weapon". Reaching out, he grabbed the map and left the tent, he had to prepare.
As Stroud suggested, a similar card appeared at the command rate of the Lamandrians. No sooner had Siegfried left the tent, they were overtaken by an earthquake, and immediately afterwards a map was discovered. After half an hour of discussions, it was decided to send Christophe's counselor to Kretch, and the search for Idris was entrusted to Siegfried.