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The New Adventures Of Conan The Barbarian

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    The dark lord Imsha managed to survive. And he managed to steal the heart of God and resurrect the greatest wizard Xaltotun. Meanwhile, the empire of Turan attacked Aquilonia. Conan tries to return the heart of God to defeat the sorcerers, but ends up in a parallel world comparable in technological development to the mid-twentieth century. Moreover, in this world there are a thousand women per man. The adventures become more and more exciting.
  THE NEW ADVENTURES OF CONAN THE BARBARIAN
  ANNOTATION
  The dark lord Imsha managed to survive. And he managed to steal the heart of God and resurrect the greatest wizard Xaltotun. Meanwhile, the empire of Turan attacked Aquilonia. Conan tries to return the heart of God to defeat the sorcerers, but ends up in a parallel world comparable in technological development to the mid-twentieth century. Moreover, in this world there are a thousand women per man. The adventures become more and more exciting.
  PROLOGUE
  The sorcerer, the lord of Imsha, wounded by Conan the Barbarian, managed to survive and crawl out of the deepest ravine. And now he was tormented by one thought: to take revenge on his offender. But it took a long time to get out and recover from a wound that was fatal to the flesh. The body was destroyed, and the once greatest sorcerer had to incarnate into a child. He became a ten-year-old boy, but he had the knowledge of magic of many centuries. And his memory kept various spells.
  But when you're a barefoot boy in a loincloth, no one takes you seriously.
  And the first merchant he came across ordered his servants to catch a half-naked, sinewy boy to sell him into slavery. But the wizard's previous knowledge came in handy. He showed that he knew foreign languages, and could write and read. Therefore, at the slave auction, he was sold not to the quarries - where there was a demand for small, but strong, hardy boys, but to a rich house to serve one learned man.
  So the former sorcerer settled in. And Conan the Barbarian became king, and even managed to defeat Xaltotun, the greatest sorcerer, and King Tarasque. And now Conan had a great artifact - the heart of God, capable of many things, including resurrecting long-dead people!
  But it is not kept by Conan himself, but by a couple of shamans. And apparently, this barbarian king gave them the belt of Khemsa, the disobedient servant. Well, that is both good and bad. These shamans are probably not as experienced in sorcery and ancient wisdom as the ruler of the mountain of black sorcerers.
  Aquilonia was recovering from a devastating war. And the boy wizard decided to go there.
  He still looked like a boy of about twelve and did not arouse much suspicion.
  They gave him the name Geta, and before that he was simply called the lord of the black sorcerers. And now he was walking to Aquilonia. In the house of the scientist, he had worked hard physically, and was sinewy and strong. The boy's rough feet did not need sandals, and they did not give him any. And what if the sole is stronger than the leather of the boots, then they only get in the way.
  Geta had dark, tanned skin, but light, neatly cut hair. He could be described as muscular and handsome.
  The boy was wearing only shorts and was carrying the luggage without arousing suspicion.
  On the other hand, he was taken for a slave - shouted at, and met unkindly with blows and threats. And once the former ruler of Imshi was attacked by wolves.
  Even in the body of a child, Geta could use magic and fired lightning at them. And then he even flew up and sped up his pace. No, he would achieve his goal.
  And the boy's bare, rough, tanned and muscular legs broke into a run when he saw the walls of the capital of Aquilonia ahead.
  . CHAPTER #1
  The kingdom had already recovered from the previous war with Nemedia. And the capital of Aquilonia, Tarantia, looked rich and magnificent. Since it had fallen without a fight, it had escaped destruction.
  Geta delivered the cargo to the scientist's colleague Atlant, and received a gold coin for it and was allowed to take a short walk.
  The boy was walking through the city. He came to the square of the gunsmiths. There were competitions there. Boys and girls were wrestling, or fighting with wooden swords. And on the neighboring square, older guys and girls were competing.
  Geta ran up to them and suggested, throwing a gold coin into the air:
  - I'm betting on myself and suggesting we fight!
  A strong boy of about thirteen accepted the challenge and also threw a gold coin.
  The area was covered with large gravel, with carved gratings around it. The referee was a red-haired, strong and tall girl. She was in chain mail, but her legs were bare up to her hips, and the beauty's bare toes were very mobile. And rings were shining on her little fingers.
  Geta's opponent is slightly taller and heavier than his opponent. But the former lord of black sorcerers has several centuries of experience in martial arts.
  The boy wrestler had developed and beautiful muscles, and the balls of muscle rolled under his chocolate-tanned skin. His hair was black and quite long, in contrast to Geta's neat, light hairdo.
  The red-haired girl whistled and stamped her bare, tanned, strong foot, signaling the start of the fight.
  The boys met. Geta felt that his trained opponent was strong beyond his years. But this did not disconcert the former lord of the black sorcerers. Having cleverly tripped him up, he used his opponent's elbow as a lever and threw his own onslaught over himself.
  The muscular boy fell and immediately jumped up. He rushed at Geta again.
  The boy wizard deftly cut the attacker and he himself flew into the sand, landing with a slap. Geta did not let him get up and applied a painful hold, grabbing the boy's muscular, bare leg in a hold.
  The boy wizard had well-defined muscles, but he seemed thin and dry. His opponent had much more massive muscles. Nevertheless, he could not break free from Geta's grip. And it was so painful that tears appeared in the eyes of the young fighter.
  The boy wizard said:
  - Surrender!
  The young hero answered decisively:
  - No!
  And he tried to grab Geta's bare foot himself. Then the former ruler of Imshi let go of his foot and jumped on his neck. There he squeezed it tightly into a lock. His opponent actually managed to lift Geta, but he got a jab with his index finger in the sleepy end and fell unconscious.
  The boy wizard stood up, placed his bare, small, but stone-breaking foot on the muscular, heavily breathing chest of his young opponent and, throwing his hands up, shouted:
  - Victory!
  The red-haired girl picked up both gold coins with her bare toes and threw them to Goethe, exclaiming:
  - They are yours!
  The boy wizard threw them higher and said:
  - I'll bet two gold coins on myself! Who will accept the bet!
  Adults are not supposed to fight with children, so the challenge was accepted by a boy of about fourteen. He was quite strong and muscular, a handsome teenager.
  He was already a head taller than Geta. The red-haired referee even had doubts:
  - You're in a different weight category!
  The boy fighter answered confidently:
  - My beard hasn't grown yet! That means I can fight as kids!
  Geta nodded affirmatively:
  - I am not embarrassed by the height or weight of the opponent! I am ready for any challenge!
  They stood opposite each other. The teenager had rather broad shoulders and chest, and against the background of dry muscles, lean Geta he looked almost a giant. The scientist made him work a lot, including turning a heavy millstone, and sent the boy wizard with the deliveries, so he was so thin outwardly, but his muscles were like wire.
  And with the help of magic, even small muscles can be made extremely fast and strong.
  Without waiting for a signal, Geta's opponent tried to punch the boy in the chin. But the young wizard expected this and shifted, pushing his opponent at the same time. And the teenage hero, losing his balance, fell onto the gravel.
  And then he jumped up, waving his fists. Geta smiled, fell on his back and threw his vis-à-vis over himself. He fell, and jumped up again. The muscular, strong boy with the fury of a beast tried to attack. The former lord of the black sorcerers was cold-blooded. There was a time when he was a real boy. And he had to fight for the amusement of the crowd. Even then he learned the techniques.
  And he was a great warrior, and he found a medicine that gives eternal youth. And he learned a lot. Over the centuries, demons began to obey him.
  And how could he lose to some barbarian?
  With his abilities, he could create his own empire, and maybe even try to conquer the entire planet. This is not Earth, there is a different geography here, and two large continents separated by seas. On one there are about two dozen states.
  Of these, the largest and most powerful is Turan. But Turan has no direct border with Aquilon, but its dominions have already reached Nemedia. And King Tarascus survived the great turmoil when the greatest of Archeron's sorcerers was resurrected.
  Here the thought flashed through Geta"s mind: is it worth resurrecting Xaltotun? After all, he would be his competitor in the struggle for power.
  True, he possesses many secret spells, and among them, he can not only resurrect the head of the people of sorcerers, but also make the resurrected one his servant.
  Then Xaltotun will be just the strongest puppet in his hands.
  Geta (the real name of the ruler is a secret, but in his youth he was called Aquasar!), knocked down a strong boy again. This is not so scary. That was when he himself was an ordinary boy, and during a gladiator fight a wolf was released on him. And he was only eleven years old during the mortal duel with the predator, and in his hands, only a short sword and a dagger. That was when it was scary.
  Moreover, when the first wolf was defeated, a second beast, also large and fanged, was released onto the scratched boy.
  Against this background, this fight looks like a passing one. And Geta-Akvazar is in no hurry. He makes the muscular teenager fall every now and then. And he has already begun to get tired. And the boy-hero's body, embossed with developed muscles, was covered in sweat and shone, as if greased with oil.
  The red-haired girl in the picture was about twenty-five years old, no more. But judging by her muscular figure and high, large breasts, she was probably older.
  She greedily devoured with her eyes the handsome, fighting boys. They were not just fighting.
  The powerful teenager kept trying to hit Getu-Akvazar with his hand or his bare, strong foot. But the boy-sorcerer kept moving and not letting him hit him.
  And he forced his opponent to miss and fall with one technique or another.
  But apparently this has already become boring for him too.
  Aquazar found himself in a quarry when he was four years old. He collected pebbles there and put them in baskets for older children. Then, as he grew stronger and bigger, the work became harder.
  And perhaps he would have remained in the mines forever, until he died from the stench, heavy fumes and backbreaking work, but misfortune helped.
  His friend, who was carrying stones, was beaten by the overseer. Aquazar rushed at the torturer and bit through his skin. And managed to tear out a piece of meat with his teeth.
  The boy was beaten, and even burned with a torch on his bare feet, horny from constantly walking on the sharp stones of the mine. And they were already leading him to the cross to crucify the child as a lesson to other young slaves. But then chance came to the rescue. The gladiator's keeper arrived, choosing fighters and future stars from among the boys. And he liked the aggressive little beast Aquasar. Moreover, the boy was not born a slave, but was sold to the quarries for his father's debts. And his father was a strong and famous warrior.
  That's how his gladiator career began. He was in school from the age of ten. And there were a lot of problems there too. For example, older kids tried to humiliate and offend the little ones. And at the very beginning, they were branded with special marks. Aquasar was branded for the first time at the age of four. It was a brand for children, small in size, with a piece of hot iron. Of course, it was very painful. And at the gladiator school, he was branded on the chest again, but the iron was bigger and hotter. Then there were training sessions, very hard and exhausting, but after the quarries, when you chop stones and carry overloaded baskets - it's not scary anymore. You could even say you were resting. They fed him well, though.
  The boys often fought, and often with much older and tougher guys.
  So what's happening now is a trifle.
  The red-haired woman screams:
  - Okay, newbie, finish him! I see you can do it!
  The powerful teenager became furious:
  - Now I'll finish him myself!
  And he rushes at Geta-Akvazar. But he suddenly dodges. And the strong vis-a-vis flies past and crashes, and this time the back of his head falls on something harder, and the boy-hero passes out.
  The fight ended, and the boy wizard placed his bare, small foot on the chest that looked like two shields put together. The redhead slapped the sand three times and nodded:
  - Knockout!
  And she threw the boy four gold coins. Then she nodded:
  - You are a great fighter!
  Geta-Aquasar said, clenching his fists:
  - I bet four gold coins! Who's up for the challenge?
  The boys looked at each other. The tallest of them, a youth of about sixteen, was as tall as a good adult, with broad shoulders and chest. But his skin was still clear, and his beard had not yet grown, and he had the face of a boy, with the body of a giant.
  And he threw out four gold coins. They spun in the air and landed.
  The redhead smirked and asked:
  - You are Leon, son of Trozelo himself, the king's right hand. Can you imagine what will happen if you lose a fight to an unknown boy who is two heads shorter than you and weighs three less!
  The young man nodded in agreement and stamped his sandaled foot:
  - I understand! I have already defeated adult and strong fighters. And it would be a shame for me to lose to a boy who doesn't look even twelve years old! But since he is the best fighter among those who don't have a beard yet, I accept the challenge!
  The red-haired girl nodded and ran her hand over the large boy's face to make sure that his beard really didn't grow and wasn't just shaved off. Having made sure that the teenage boy's skin was still soft and flawlessly smooth like a boy's, she said:
  - Take off your sandals! Underage fighters fight barefoot according to custom, it is adult warriors who put on boots and sandals. And it will not be a disgrace if they burn your bare heel when you lose consciousness!
  Leon nodded in agreement:
  - I'm ready! It would even be fair if my sole, in case of defeat, is scorched by hot iron!
  Geta-Aquasar nodded:
  - And mine too! Children's feet heal quickly, and the lesson learned remains forever!
  The redhead nodded and said:
  - Fight with your hands and feet. Only without weapons! I explain the rules - there are no rules!
  And a teenage boy of about sixteen years old and a boy who was actually already more than six centuries old stood against each other.
  The redhead looked at Leon. How handsome he was, big, muscular. And his muscles were big, defined, like an adult's, only his skin was still chocolate-colored, smooth, hairless, elastic, so pleasant to stroke.
  A handsome strongman and still, in essence, a boy, with developed, trained shoulders and a thick wrestler's neck, supporting the young head of a tall boy with a high forehead.
  Geta-Akvasar was two heads shorter, and felt uncomfortable. He remembered his childhood, when little boys were sent out to spar with tall teenagers. And at sixteen or seventeen, they were already huge, muscular brutes, perhaps not as hairy as adult men. And the boys got it from them hard. But Geta-Akvasar has the strongest magic, and almost seven centuries of life experience.
  And secret knowledge, and ancient martial arts. And he will stand up for himself...
  The planet is illuminated by two suns, so its climate is warmer than on Earth, and snow falls only at the poles. And here in the empire of Aquilonia, the climate is about the same as in northern Africa. In winter it is only slightly cooler than in summer. So the boys are usually half-naked, and almost always barefoot.
  Although walking without shoes, if you already have a beard, is considered a sign of extreme poverty and indecent. So free women prefer to wear sandals when going out on the streets, so that they are not mistaken for slaves. In addition, female slaves must wear short skirts so that their bare, beautiful, tanned legs are visible. Of course, in order not to be like them, free representatives of the fair sex wear a longer skirt. And in general, slavery is perceived so naturally that even the new king Conan did not abolish it. Although some restrictions were introduced. Slaves in the quarries received the right to one day off and rest every ten days, and slaves could not be killed without reason. Well, and some other rights. In particular, child slaves must be given better food than adults, and add butter, milk, vegetables to their bread, and even give candy on holidays.
  In addition, the number of blows during flogging was limited, and a doctor had to be present during corporal punishment of a slave boy.
  Well, the death penalty for those who do not grow a beard is applied only in exceptional cases with the personal sanction of the king.
  But slavery, having become slightly more civilized, remained. And the brand was still put with a hot iron even on children.
  Geta noticed that several boys had a brand either on their chest or shoulder. And one of them even had a brand on his forehead, which was visible after his escape.
  Geta-Akvazar thought, what if he was branded? He barely managed to avoid branding in his new life. And in his previous life he was branded three times, but with the help of magic, he brought out the slave punch.
  The signal for battle sounded. Leon nobly extended his hand. Geta-Akvazar gave it to him. After which the young hero froze, taking a fighting stance. He was clearly inviting his younger opponent to attack first.
  This did not bother Aquazar. He knew a lot of both defensive and offensive techniques. And in a few years of being in a young, strong boy's body, he learned to control it perfectly and use the capabilities of his muscles one hundred percent.
  And there Leon stood, like a solid rock, and a wiry, skinny boy ran into him. And the big youth, missing the elusive movement, flew off his feet and fell face first.
  The boys, both slaves and free, applauded. This was great. Leon immediately jumped up and tried to attack himself, but he flew upside down again. Geta-Aquasar turned the enemy's strength and energy against him and made him fly and fall.
  It is a secret art of magical martial arts that renders powerless the speed, agility, and muscle mass of ordinary mortals.
  The red-haired hero girl, seeing Leon fly up and crash down again, growled:
  - Now break his nose! You can do it!
  Geta-Akvazar grinned. And the boy delivered a spinning kick with his bare, childish, round heel, hitting Leon in the center of his face. The boy's nose burst like an overripe tomato and a stream of the boy-hero's scarlet blood flowed.
  A red stream flowed down the muscular, convex chest of the young warrior. And you could see how his handsome, almost gentle face wrinkled.
  The red-haired woman exclaimed:
  - Charming! What a fighter!
  Leon attacks again. Aquazar remembered how he fought a seventeen-year-old gladiator hero when he was ten. He literally beat him. But then the boy suddenly kicked him in the knee with his bare heel, and the powerful teenager, twice as tall as the ten-year-old, limped and groaned in pain.
  Geta-Aquasar hit Leon under the knee. He received a very strong jab in a sensitive place, and fell, groaning and holding the bruised place.
  The boy wizard grinned, his childish face radiating triumph.
  And then follows a crushing kick right into the groin. And Geta-Aquasar thrusts his entire body weight into it. And follows a shocking jab at the young man's most sensitive spot, like a concrete pile.
  Leon's young, handsome, tanned face turned pale, and he collapsed and passed out completely.
  The child slaves started to applaud and stamp their bare feet, having experienced blows to the heels with sticks more than once.
  The redhead grinned. The toes of her bare, tanned, unwomanly muscular legs picked up the gold coins and threw them to Goethe-Aquasar. The boy wizard caught some of the money with his hands and some with his feet and cooed:
  - You see, I won! And I won in an equal fight against an unequal and stronger opponent!
  The red-haired woman ordered:
  - Now burn his bare heel!
  Two slave boys took a red-hot rod from the fireplace and moved towards Leon.
  One of the older boys objected:
  - Why burn his sole? Better bring him to his senses or send him to get treatment.
  Geta-Aquasar grinned and replied:
  - He's in shock! It'll pass, and he'll still be chasing girls!
  The red-haired hostess repeated:
  - Burn his heel! He wanted it himself!
  The red-hot iron touched the graceful curved sole of the handsome teenage boy. It smelled burnt, as if they were roasting a lamb. The touch to the sensitive spot revived Leon. The young hero immediately jumped up. But feeling hellish pain in his groin, he fell again, and with a twisted face groaned.
  The red-haired woman roared:
  - Don't moan! Be a man! Remember your father Trozelo, what he would say!
  Leon clenched his teeth and held back his groans, but his chest heaved and sweat poured down his muscular, sculpted body. And it was obvious what it was costing the handsome, teenage boy.
  The red-haired girl looked back and asked confidently:
  - Well, I see that no one else wants to fight the young knight.
  A slave boy with three brands on his forehead, chest and shoulder, and with his back and sides covered with whip marks, stepped forward and declared:
  - I'm ready to fight!
  He was as tall as Geta-Akvazar, and just as dry and sinewy, tanned, wearing only swimming trunks. Only the boy's head was freshly shaved, and there were bumps on it.
  The red-haired hostess snorted contemptuously:
  - Number thirteen, you have nothing! Not even a name! And you yourself are just a thing belonging to the gladiators!
  The slave boy stamped his bare, calloused foot and said with fury:
  - I bet my life! If I lose, you can torture and torment me to death!
  The redhead laughed:
  - So that you can be killed? Then we will be at a loss. You are a good fighter and fight to the end, and you have agility, strength and endurance. And your body is hardened by the hardest work in the mines. What reason do we have to kill such a promising slave when we can still make a lot of money on you!
  The slave boy replied:
  - That's right, I'll beat him, and you'll get eight gold coins. And if I lose, I'll agree to be hanged on a rack, my ribs broken with red-hot pincers, and my bare feet burned with fire. And that will be my choice.
  The copper-haired girl hesitated, her bare, tanned leg crushing a crawling, speckled green insect:
  - You won't win. See how she dealt with the strongest warrior among the beardless boys, Leon. And I don't want to decide your young life on the rack!
  Geta-Aquasar suggested:
  - What if I buy this brave boy from you? I have eight gold coins! I think that's enough for a slave boy!
  The red-haired warrior shrugged:
  - I don't set the price! For that, you should go to the owner of Tarku. But he is very reluctant to sell young gladiators and doesn't like to part with them. So I think eight gold coins won't be enough.
  The boy wizard said confidently:
  - I'll earn some more! If the kids don't want to fight with me, then why should I beat up the adults?
  The girl with copper-red hair noticed:
  - It's not a bad idea to fight adults! But you're too young a boy, not even a teenager. They'd be too ashamed to lose to you for anyone to agree to fight!
  Geta-Aquasar answered confidently:
  - They'll agree for a bet on gold! Easy money beckons everyone!
  The red-haired shrew nodded:
  - Well, I won't hit you in the face for asking, but let's try it!
  Leon, finally coming to his senses, hissed:
  - No, not now!
  The copper-haired girl asked:
  - Why is that? They don't know yet that the boy is such a strong fighter, it's time to skim the cream!
  The young hero answered:
  - I want to show my father such a strong warrior, who seemed to have defeated even me. I think he will be appointed to command the royal guard of beardless boys. And this is a good salary and honor!
  The redhead objected:
  - You'll have time to introduce him! Besides, there's one vile individual among the adults nicknamed the Devil. I think he'll be the first to accept this boy's challenge. And I'll disgrace him in front of everyone by making him lose to a child!
  Geta-Aquasar confirmed:
  - If I lead the royal guard, there will be no one willing to fight me. Well, except for a few exceptions among the most desperate. So strike while the iron is hot!
  Leon nodded in agreement:
  - Okay, fight with adults, young warrior. But I will still tell your father about you, and maybe even the king himself!
  The boy wizard asked hopefully:
  - Will I be able to fight with the king?
  A murmur of admiration went through the boys. And they clapped their hands.
  Leon shrugged and replied:
  - If I hadn't seen you move, I'd say it was madness! But in this case, you have a chance. If, of course, the king agrees to fight a child!
  The red-haired warrior nodded:
  - Okay, before the rumors spread, let's go to the adult half of the Colosseum. There will still be an audience there, and we'll start making bets. I think I can make a lot of money on you. At least for the first fight.
  The boy wizard very deftly caught an insect with his bare toes, something in appearance between a mosquito and a gadfly. And threw it with all his might. It flew past and extinguished three burning candles at once.
  Geta-Akvazar grinned, winked at the slave and free boys, the half-naked and barefoot children, standing and sitting, and sang:
  Those who are used to fighting for victory,
  He knows for sure that strength is valuable...
  He who is cheerful laughs, he who wants will achieve,
  And the sad one lost doubly!
  And the boy-sorcerer approached the young slave with three brands and a shaved head. He extended his hand. The boy-slave confidently extended his in response. His palm was calloused, and his grip was strong, a child who had been working as a donkey in the quarries since he was two years old. They shook hands.
  Geta-Aquasar said:
  - I promise, I will do everything so that you become free! You will be my squire and brother!
  The slave boy smiled with his large, white teeth and remarked:
  - You don't know me at all!
  The boy wizard answered confidently:
  - For a discerning person, just one glance is enough to understand who is worth what!
  The boys looked into each other's eyes. And hugged goodbye. After which Geta-Akvazar confidently walked with the redhead into the adult half of the Colosseum. For a very long time, the dark lord of Imshi hid his skills and abilities. And the soul of the greatest wizard among people still had to get used to his new body in order to use its capabilities one hundred percent. Now that he had won his first visible victories in several years, the boy wizard was filled with pride and unique childish joy. His bare feet were light, and his sinewy, muscular body, almost weightless, moved with the grace of a cheetah.
  . CHAPTER #2
  Conan the Barbarian, also King of Aquilonia, was practicing fencing. He was a mature, powerful man in his thirties, in the prime of his life, when old age is still far away, but you can already call yourself seasoned and experienced. Of course, the legendary fighter fought with a blunt wooden sword against several opponents.
  Conan is tall, broad-shouldered, with prominent and large muscles, and at the same time agile as a cat. Previously, the barbarian had long, black hair, but now he cut it. Including for a practical purpose - to make it harder to grab by the locks.
  The barbarian shaved his beard and moustache if possible, and therefore his face is younger than his actual age. But it is still clear that this is not a youth, but a mature, seasoned man.
  And how deftly he knocked down one warrior with a wooden sword, another with his elbow, and a third with a kick in his boot. Well, it is indecent for a king of mature age to be barefoot like a minor slave.
  At the same time, the king was thinking... The news was quite alarming. His old enemy, King Abaldun of Turan, had entered into a secret alliance with the ruler of Nemedia, Tarsk. The latter, of course, was thirsty for revenge. And Conan, of course, more than once caught himself thinking that he had been wrong to spare Tarsk. And it would have been better to take advantage of the moment and annex Nemedia, creating a larger empire.
  And together both kings could field two or three hundred thousand warriors. Turan became very powerful. A vast empire with a conquering king. And a strong and organized army.
  And it was possible to put up against him at most sixty thousand warriors. True, there was also Ophir and Tsebla, together they could have put up against him one hundred and twenty thousand. But these are the powers-competitors of Aquilonia. So they still need to be persuaded, and there is no time.
  Conan sighed. He had something in reserve. The Belt of Khemsa, the Heart of God, and a unique ring that gave absolute power over the hearts of the opposite sex.
  But Conan never used it - women already loved the handsome man and hero, and even the monarch.
  In any case, they did not want to turn to the local sorcerers for help. Especially since they possessed a wonderful artifact - the heart of God, they could fight for power over the world themselves.
  In any case, it was necessary to fight in the near future. And the prospects are alarming.
  Turan had a weapon previously unseen in this world: war chariots with scythes, and it showed its effect. And also elephants.
  A strong army, frankly speaking, not only in numbers, but also in quality. And their crossbows are very powerful.
  Conan formed a guard of beardless boys after the Great Disorder, and created a regiment of Amazons - the strongest and most skillful girls in battle.
  He also got female archers. The woman is capable of shooting very accurately.
  Here, for example, is Zenobia, who became the new wife of Conan the Barbarian and saved him from captivity and the beast monkey.
  Here she is, barely covered by strips of fabric on her chest and hips, shooting a bow. And there are other girls next to her. Beautiful, muscular, strong representatives of the fair sex.
  Girls prefer to train and fight barefoot. Sandals only get in the way.
  Here Zenobia very deftly throws a sharp, destructive dagger with the bare toes of her graceful, muscular, tanned feet.
  And the predatory jackal is nailed to the board... Conan smiles, and his wife Zenobia has been a warrior since childhood. It is not even clear why she allowed herself to be locked into a harem and made a slave.
  But in another place, behind bars, boys are training.
  The strongest and most agile of them is Crom, the first son of Conan, from his oldest wife, Caissa. The future king named him after the god Crom, the patron of the barbarian.
  Moreover, Conan's faith is not blind. Occasionally he had to contact Crom, especially through the magic sword.
  The son is already fourteen years old. From his father he has agility, developed muscles and blue eyes. But his hair is light, braided into pigtails, like his mother's. Moreover, Princess Kaissa became the queen of Simapura. But she does not recognize her marriage with Conan, and hates her ex-husband rather than loves him.
  Krom is a very handsome teenager, and girls are already looking at him greedily: both slaves and free ones.
  Abaldun, the Emperor and King of Turan, even offered to marry his daughter to Crom. The idea was not bad, but the resurrection of Xaltotun and the great devastation of Aquilonia during the war and plundering prevented it. After which Abaldun, who hated the barbarian since the time when Conan was still a pirate, decided that it was better to finish off the dangerous competitor.
  Krom is wearing only shorts, and his balls of muscle are visible rolling under his chocolate skin. He is still a beardless boy and prefers to fight barefoot; sandals or boots are too restrictive for the young fighter. However, this is during training, and on special occasions and official receptions he wears one of his many pairs of boots or sandals decorated with precious stones.
  Zenobia looks at him from afar with a smile. She can be considered a stepmother. Just recently, she gave birth to Conan's son, and they named him Conn. And this child is still a baby. And of course, there are disputes about who is Conan's real heir? And he also has a wife, whom he took immediately after the coronation, and then saved from the executioner. But for some reason, she has no children yet.
  Zenobia feels some jealousy towards her stepson. He could steal the throne from her son. After all, it happens that even brother turns against brother - remember Abel and Cain.
  True, Krom is such a handsome teenager that one does not want to poison him or kill him in any other way. Moreover, he is perhaps even more handsome than his father and blond hair suits him. Looking at the magnificently built, handsome and muscular boy, Zenobia feels bad lustful thoughts in herself. And drives them away.
  To cheat on the king with his son is already the height of debauchery and moral decline.
  Trozelo also exercises. He bears the title of Duke and is the right hand of the King. Despite the heat, he fights in chain mail and a helmet on his head. Yes, he is truly a warrior from God and a merciless servant.
  Conan the Barbarian laid down the last warrior and ordered:
  - A cup of wine for me!
  Two beautiful, half-naked slaves with snow-white curly hair brought a large golden cup of wine, flashing their bare, pink heels.
  Conan the Barbarian is not against drinking, but he does not lose his form. Although the wine is not weak and aged. But the Titan King is very strong physically, and he is far from old, and therefore the wine only amuses him, but does not make him stagger or slur his tongue.
  Without embarrassment in front of Zenobia, Conan stroked the slave girl's high breasts and even pinched them. The girl purred with pleasure that the king himself was caressing her.
  Then Conan slapped the slave girl on the thigh. And she ran, her bare, graceful feet flashing like the paws of a rabbit.
  Having drained a large cup of strong, aged wine, the mighty king felt a surge of energy and cheerfulness within himself and began to sing:
  The emerald wave splashes overboard,
  The stars in the sky above us are shining.
  The pleasure of a corsair with fragrant wine,
  What tomorrow holds - God alone knows!
  
  And on the maps, alas, it is also not given to know,
  What Fortune has in store for the corsairs...
  The maiden will be in bed under her native roof,
  Or the devil is sharpening our horns in hell!
  
  Will there be boarding or cannon fire?
  You will lay down your head in the evil abyss.
  Such is the fate of the filibuster Pallas,
  To sail the seas in the terrible elements!
  
  However, this way of life is good,
  That there is no boring office routine.
  Swimming in tension is difficult, there is no word for it,
  But we are all family - we are one!
  
  If we meet a frigate that is following us,
  Let's go into battle with a ringing song!
  No redoubt is completely impregnable,
  The voice of kings with too proud a crown!
  
  We will win back our own and achieve success,
  If you're lucky, it means you'll hang yourself!
  The prospect of being pecked by crows,
  I will tell you all, brothers - I do not accept it!
  After which the mighty, broad-shouldered king lay down on the soft downy blanket with his stomach and gave the signal.
  Three beautiful slave girls began to walk along Conan's muscular back with their bare, sharp, elastic-soled feet.
  It's nice when you feel a woman's body with your skin. I even thought about doing such magic so that there would be only eternally young and beautiful girls in the world.
  Or at least for people to stop aging, because older women are so nasty and unpleasant. After all, the Heart of God is so powerful that it is really possible to rejuvenate all old men and women, so that everyone would be beautiful, pleasant, healthy, cheerful, with a fragrant smell. And there would be a real paradise on this planet, without wrinkles and lost teeth!
  Krom lays down another adult warrior. This is to the liking of Conan the Barbarian. Yes, the boy is strong... A worthy heir to the throne. True, to rule a country you need intelligence and resourcefulness, and erudition, and many other qualities - besides strength. But does Krom have them? The best way to show all this is in the event of a war. And Turan will naturally strike. It is the largest and most powerful empire on the planet. And the balance of power in an open battle will not give Aquilonia the slightest chance. No matter how strong Conan personally is, and some of his warriors, they are not capable of laying down enemies by the thousands.
  True, improvisation is possible in war. For example, kill the Emperor of Turan and then his gigantic army may lose control. Well, and look for more allies. This is also a possible option.
  Conan thought that it would be better, of course, to kill Tarascus and annex his empire to his own state, and then strike at Ophir and other countries.
  But the former barbarian is no longer such a lawless person, instead of a huge empire he wants to achieve prosperity for Aquilonia. Although, of course, thoughts about conquering the world sometimes pop into his head. Indeed, why not? Moreover, it would put an end to wars while Conan the Barbarian is alive, and perhaps for the entire reign of his dynasty.
  Krom went to wash himself under the shower. He is very muscular, women devour him with their eyes so greedily. Although he is still a child, with smooth, clean, tanned skin, but already with strength and energy to the envy of any adult.
  One of the slave girls began to soap the feet of a cute teenager. He hung on his hands, holding on to a bronze chandelier in the shower. And the girl greedily washed the bare, graceful feet of a boy with the beauty of Apollo. And this turned her on a lot.
  Conan jumped up and ran to the armory, grabbed a spear in his hands and began to twirl it.
  Then he took it and began to sing:
  Do not spare the evil ones,
  Destroy all the bastards...
  Like crushing bedbugs -
  Beat them like cockroaches!
  After which he began to knock down adults and large warriors. He really is a barbarian. Conan also interrogated women with partiality. He even brought a torch to the bare feet of one of the captives, which caused the smell of fresh, burnt meat to appear. And it was really very pleasant for both the nose and the eye.
  What can you expect from a barbarian? Let the woman say thank you that he burned her feet on purpose so as not to hurt them. So the captive, having become a slave, performed dances, entertaining the men. To avoid serious damage when burning your heels, the skin of the soles should be greased with olive oil. And it must be said that this helps - only small blisters from the fire, which then quickly disappear.
  Women's feet are special and should be treated with care.
  Conan was slightly distracted and missed a blow from a wooden sword in the shoulder. But he responded by slamming his spear so hard that the tall fellow fell unconscious. Bubbles floated from his mouth.
  The barbarian king roared:
  - Don't you dare contradict me!
  And how he laughs after that. Yes, he really is a plywood bull!
  Here he ran up to the slave and jerked her tunic off. He patted her chest and hips, noting:
  - Good buffalo! Good!
  And how he laughs! What a barbarian. And then he pinches a beautiful girl on her full, high breasts. She squeals. Which is very funny.
  The barbarian king roars:
  - Come on, beauty, sing!
  The girl nodded and sang with feeling and expression:
  I was born a princess in a palace,
  Father the king, obedient courtiers...
  I myself am eternally in a diamond crown,
  But sometimes it seems that the girl is bored!
  
  But then the orcs came and the end,
  The whole well-fed and beautiful life has come...
  Now a crown of thorns awaits the girl,
  Although it seems that it is unfair!
  
  They tore off her dress, took off her boots,
  They drove the princess barefoot through the snow...
  Such were the pies turned out,
  Abel is defeated, Cain triumphs!
  
  Orcism showed its fierce grin,
  Fangs of steel, bones of titanium...
  The Devil himself knows the monarch's ideal,
  Of course, the land is always not enough for him!
  
  I was a beautiful girl,
  And I walked in silks, in precious beads...
  And now I am half naked, barefoot,
  And I have become poorer than the poorest!
  
  The orcish player made the wheel spin,
  The cruel executioner drives on with a whip...
  She was especially noble, suddenly nothing,
  What was heaven turned into hell!
  
  Cruelty in the universe knows, reigns,
  The bloody cut, spread its claws furiously...
  Oh, where is the knight who will raise the shield,
  I want the orcish players to die quickly!
  
  But the whip walks along the back again,
  Under the bare heel, the stones sharply prick...
  Yes, where is the justice on Earth,
  Why did the orcish players become queens!
  
  Soon there will be a whole world under them,
  Their tanks were even under New York...
  Probably Lucifer is their idol,
  And laughter is heard, terribly ringing!
  
  How cold it is barefoot in the snow,
  And the legs turned into goose paws...
  Oh, I will hit you with my fist,
  So that the king does not steal the granny with a shovel!
  
  Well, where is the knight, embrace the girl,
  Almost naked, barefoot blonde...
  Orkmacht built happiness on blood,
  And my back is in the stripes of the whip!
  
  But then a boy ran up to me,
  Kissed my bare feet quickly...
  And the lad whispered very quietly,
  I don't want my darling to be sad!
  
  Orcism is strong, and the enemy is cruel,
  His fangs are stronger than a titan...
  But Jesus, the Almighty God, is with us,
  And the little king is just a monkey!
  
  In Elfia he will meet his end,
  They will saw him up like a pig with tanks...
  And the Lord will present a bill to orcism,
  You will know that ours have won!
  
  And flashing his bare heels,
  The crazy boy ran away under the whip...
  No, I know the world is under Satan,
  Although orcism is strong, and even too strong!
  
  A soldier will come to Orklin with freedom,
  He will smear the orcs, all kinds of fanatics...
  And there will be, know the victorious result,
  The successes of the evil, the vile chimera!
  
  And immediately it became much warmer for me,
  As if the snow became a soft blanket...
  Believe me, you will find friends everywhere,
  Although there are, alas, plenty of enemies!
  
  Let the wind flutter barefoot tracks,
  But I warmed up, laughed loudly...
  The era of evil misfortune will end,
  It remains to suffer only a little!
  
  And after the dead the Lord will resurrect,
  Raise the banner of glory over the Fatherland!
  Then we will receive the flesh of youth forever,
  And God Christ will be with us forever!
  Her full-blooded, wonderful voice carried through the air like a nightingale's trill. The men and girls applauded. Then Conan, with a deliberately bored look, yawned:
  - Your Jesus Christ is too boring a God. He even forbids you to look at women. No, Krom is much better - the more girls you have, the better!
  The girl with orange hair, very muscular, and the same height as Conan, answered with a laugh:
  - You repeat "better" too often! You should say it when there are many more gorgeous girls!
  The girl with orange hair was the famous mercenary Xena. She was very large, tanned, and like a slave, she walked barefoot and in a bikini in any weather. For a woman, she was quite large. Conan was also tall and broad-shouldered. But still, Conan the Barbarian was simply a powerful and large man, but not a giant. There were warriors in his army who were taller and heavier. But Conan defeated them with swords.
  So far, no one has been found who could defeat Conan in a fair fight, without magic or sorcery.
  But Xena also had a reputation as an invincible warrior, both large and agile as a panther.
  Here she picked up the spear with her bare toes and threw it with all her might at a crow fluttering over the palace courtyard. As the spear pierced the bird, feathers flew off.
  The heroine girl burst out laughing. Zena had a very expressive face, but young and fresh, and her body, despite all the battles, had no scars. Apparently she brought it out with the help of magic.
  And what beautiful and seductive legs she has. More precisely, she is a real good and thoroughbred mare. And her teeth are large, sparkling like pearls. Now this is a real woman!
  And if such a buffalo rides a man, he will definitely lose consciousness from the strain!
  Xena is beautiful and powerful at the same time. And she loves men - very lustful, and does not disdain pretty girls.
  Conan is not against fighting her. Although losing to a female is a disgrace. But Xena is not in a hurry to fight a barbarian. She wants to make a pact with Conan. Xena has her own empire. And it is not much smaller than Aquilonia.
  And she also does not want the Turanian Empire to become the world's only superpower. After all, having conquered Aquilonia, the Turanian army will then strike Zenostan.
  But at the same time she demands a whole mountain of gold for help: for nothing, of course, she doesn"t even want to help Conan. Quite a stubborn woman.
  Another possible ally is the ruler of Vendiya, Yasmin or Jasmine - it's how one wants to pronounce her name.
  But she herself did not come. Instead, she sent her son, Gron. He is still a boy, about twelve years old, but in reality only nine. But his father, Gron the Elder, is a real giant-hero, a head taller than Conan. He is Jasmine's husband in marriage, but not an emperor or a king. The Empress of Vendya, she rules herself, and her huge husband commands the armies. He is very strong and Conan wanted to fight him. Who is really the strongest in the world? In any case, Gron is larger. But here is his son, nine years old, very muscular and strong beyond his years.
  Conan muttered:
  - Krom, maybe you'll fight Gron? It would be interesting!
  A very handsome blond boy replied:
  - He's too small! Defeating him won't add to my glory!
  Gron, a boy with red, curly hair, hissed:
  - I'll knock the wind out of him! I killed a seasoned wolf with just a dagger in my hands!
  Krom chuckled and replied:
  - And I also killed a wolf with a dagger. And not only a wolf, but also an adult warrior of Vendiya, and even without a dagger, with my bare hands!
  Gron jumped up. The boy-hero was wearing only swimming trunks. And the child-titan rushed at Krom. He was a little shorter, but in terms of muscle definition he was no less.
  But Conan's son deftly shifted and tripped him up. And Gron flew head over heels. But the boy-hero immediately jumped up. The child-titan kicked the stone with such force with his bare, childish heel that it split into pieces.
  Gron yelled:
  - I'll kill you!
  Conan remarked with a smile:
  - The warriors of Vendiya arrived as friends to us and perhaps we will part with them as friends!
  Krom extended his hand to Grom and offered:
  - Let's make peace!
  The boy-hero stretched out his hand in response. And as soon as they shook hands, he punched Krom in the face. He, having the reaction of his barbarian father, moved. And he pulled his vis-à-vis by the hand, tripping him at the same time. Gron fell, and Krom grabbed him by the neck with a double Nelson.
  Gron tried to break free. He really was strong beyond his years, and almost loosened Krom's grip. But he added with his head, straining his neck muscles. Two almost naked boys, in just swimming trunks, stubbornly wrestled and literally shook from the tension. Beads of sweat even began to flow from their muscular and tanned bodies.
  But in the end, Gron's neck, which had been so tightly squeezed, gave in and he lost consciousness, passing out. Krom laid him on the sand and stood up. Then he placed his bare foot on the boy's bare, muscular chest. And raising his hands up, he exclaimed:
  - Victoria!
  Conan said with a grin:
  - That's how you defeated a young stallion!
  Krom replied:
  - But he's as strong as a bull! Damn it, when he grows up he'll be a great warrior!
  Conan clarified:
  - If he grows up, not everyone grows up! You know, I was captured as a child and sent to the mines. I tried to escape, but they caught me. They wanted to crucify me on the cross so that other slave boys would not dare. And then they nailed me by the hands and feet. But a woman, the owner's wife, saw me. And a helpless, naked, whip-slashed boy aroused lust in her. Well, of course, I was smart enough to use the passion of a tigress to escape. - Conan grinned and added. - So my boy will not neglect human weaknesses, including women's. And you ...
  One of the girls, understanding the hint, took the torch and brought it to the unconscious boy's foot. The flame licked the child's heel like a predator. Gron screamed and came to his senses. The air smelled of fresh, burnt meat.
  . CHAPTER #3
  As the red-haired warrior-hero had expected, the gladiator Chert was the first to volunteer to fight Geta-Akvasar, having heard about the big bet on the barefoot child. He was a black-haired, bearded, very dark-skinned man.
  He was tall, not a giant, but tall and large. And he had healthy muscles.
  He himself was naked to the waist, in special short pants and sandals. Usually adult men fought in shoes, and minors and women barefoot.
  The devil was not considered a star, and his large muscles were already covered with a light layer of fat. But he loved money. And he expected to cope with the child easily.
  And he climbed, of course, first. Although the rest of the adult men and women warriors laughed.
  - What could you, brave devil, do? Would you enter into battle with the king himself?
  The black-haired boor roared:
  - I'll rip your mouth apart and gouge out your blinkers!
  In response, there are chuckles and winks. Well, a fight is a fight.
  Geta and the Devil stood opposite each other. The boy seemed very small against the background of a large adult man. But he looked proudly and clenched his fists tightly!
  The red-haired woman leaned towards him and whispered:
  - Don't turn it off right away. At least work for the audience for five minutes!
  Geta-Aquasar nodded:
  - Of course! I understand!
  The devil, without waiting for the gong, rushed at the boy. Geta expected this, but allowed himself to hit his muscular shoulders a couple of times; after all, his opponent was not such a skilled fighter. And then he nimbly left, and the devil lost his balance. He fell into the sand, but immediately jumped up, yelling:
  - I'll kill you!
  Geta-Aquasar chuckled:
  - Just kill? What a poor imagination!
  The devil tried to attack. While playing to the crowd, the boy missed a blow to his muscular chest, fell, but immediately jumped up. The devil hit again and harder. This time Geta rose more slowly. And on his chest there remained a red imprint of the knuckles of a fist.
  The big man laughed and attacked again. Geta hit him under the knee just above his sandals. And the Devil screamed and limped. The boy could have hit him further, but then he let himself be hit in the shoulder with a fist. And he fell, comically kicking his bare, little feet.
  The devil began to go wild. He tried to finish the boy off with kicks, but Geta deftly slipped out and tripped him again. And the huge gladiator fell. And he got up with difficulty. His leg hurt.
  Geta was in no hurry. The boy took it and hit the big guy in the stomach with his bare heel. But not in the solar plexus, but lower, so as not to put him out of action for long. But the blow was still strong, and the monster felt it. And even bent over.
  And from the Devil's mouth poured very dirty curses!
  Geta exclaimed angrily:
  - How you swear in front of women and children! Now shut up!
  The man bent down and grabbed a stone from the sand. And he swung it at the boy. Geta-Akvazar jumped up and kicked him in the jaw. But so lightly, so as not to knock him out. But the Devil still bit his tongue and screamed in wild pain.
  The red-haired woman noted:
  - It's really disgusting to swear like that in front of a child! A couple of teeth should be knocked out for that!
  Geta grinned and remarked:
  - Knocking out a couple of teeth is a good idea!
  And the boy-fighter, dodging another wide swing, hit him in the jaw with his elbow. The blow was good and a couple of teeth with blood really did fly out of the stinking mouth. Geta bowed to the audience and noted:
  - This is what it means - not to use indecent words!
  After which the boy hit the Devil's already wounded knee harder, and he fell, clutching and groaning in pain.
  Geta tweeted:
  - These are the kind of men there are, they have plenty of reasons to kill!
  And the boy turned around and hit him in the forehead with his bare heel, harder. And the Devil fell on his back from such a blow. But he still hadn't passed out, and began to slowly rise, moving his arms and legs.
  The red-haired woman squeaked:
  - Bravo! This is cool!
  Geta nodded:
  - Not cool, but very cool!
  And the boy, without further ado, kicked the Devil in the groin. And the blow was devastating. The man screamed and fell face-first, unconscious.
  Geta-Aquasar sang:
  There is a nightmare in my pupils,
  One jump - one strike!
  I'm superman - so cool,
  I kick my enemies!
  And the boy added a bare heel to the back of the head of the defeated gladiator. He clanked his half-knocked-out teeth and fell completely silent.
  Geta-Akvazar laughed and threw his hands up. But it was not enough for the boy-sorcerer. And he hit his defeated vis-a-vis on the nose with his shin, breaking it, so that the juice flowed. After which the child-gladiator dipped his bare, little foot in the blood. And began to leave scarlet, beautiful and graceful traces.
  The referee, a beautiful brown-haired girl, announced Goethe's victory.
  And the red-haired shrew got big money, winning the bet, and a big one on the boy. Of course, the bets were one to twenty in favor of the Devil. And what about a child against a far from last adult gladiator.
  It is clear who they will bet on. But Geta is not tired yet. Although he has already had several fights with strong opponents.
  The blonde girl Efa offered to fight with her.
  The male gladiators objected:
  - Men must fight men!
  Efa noted with an angry look:
  - Haven't I hit men enough?
  The redhead nodded:
  - Let her fight! The others will still have a chance and time!
  Efa noted with a smile:
  - He fights pretty well with his bare hands and bare feet. What about nunchucks?
  Geta-Aquasar shrugged:
  - Those are two sticks and a chain, and peasants thresh grain with them? Well, I have no idea how to fight with them!
  The blonde proudly stuck out her chest:
  - I have no equal in this exercise!
  The male gladiators nodded:
  - In fights without rules, without weapons, he is not a leader, but he knows how to swing sticks very well!
  Geta nodded in agreement:
  - The more interesting the fight will be for me!
  Efa entered the ring, holding nunchucks in her right hand. She was, of course, much taller than the boy, although her muscles may not be as defined. But she still had developed muscles, was fit, and had slabs of abs. Her hair was white as snow, but her skin was tanned. And she was a very pretty girl.
  Geta remarked with a sigh:
  - It's a shame to spoil such a girl!
  Efa replied angrily:
  - I'll cripple you, boy! And if you stay alive, I'll make you my slave!
  Aquazar nodded and bowed:
  - Being a slave to such a beautiful mistress is a reward, not a punishment!
  The blonde girl laughed and noted:
  - And you are a flatterer! But this will not save you. You will be beaten very soundly!
  The girl herald announced:
  - Place your bets! Make a bet!
  The redhead nodded with a smile:
  - I'm still betting on the boy. Although I don't know how skilled he is in this type of martial arts. But it makes the bet and the fight even more interesting.
  The girl herald confirmed:
  - This is a wise and courageous decision!
  A barefoot, beautiful servant girl ran up to Goethe, her bare heels flashing, and handed him the nunchucks. The boy weighed two sticks with a chain in his hand, twirled them in the air and said:
  We will fight without fear,
  We will fight, not a step back...
  In the name of the Most High God Allah,
  Turn more enemies into hell, knight!
  And the boy fighter swung the nunchucks over his head again.
  Efa noted with a panther smile:
  - It's nice to hit such round, childish heels with sticks as hard as you can!
  Geta-Aquasar noted:
  - Have you ever tried getting hit on the heels with sticks?
  The gladiator girl nodded her fair head:
  - It happened! And I must admit I really liked it - it"s nice!
  The boy gladiator laughed and noted with a sweet, childish smile:
  - And that's really nice! Such a wonderful massage! And a little ticklish!
  Efa giggled. Two slave girls, their thighs barely covered by thin strips of fabric, ran up to her and began to oil her back, massaging her at the same time.
  The boy wizard's eyes lit up and he whined:
  - I want this kind of massage too!
  Efa burst out laughing:
  - Look what the puppy wants! And maybe you still want to...
  The redhead interrupted:
  - Don't swear in front of the child!
  The blonde terminator laughed and noted:
  - A child! And he really did kill the devil! What a child! Boys that age can do that!
  Geta growled aggressively:
  - And you will see that I can do it too! And you will see it very soon!
  Efa muttered:
  - The ram stomped on the wolf!
  The red-haired woman ran her hands over the boy's muscular shoulders, kneading the skin and muscles, noting:
  - You are flexible, agile, with excellent reflexes. Watch not only the flight of the nunchuk. She can kick you in the groin with her graceful, bare foot!
  The boy gladiator nodded:
  - Yes, I understand! She's such a beautiful girl - just awful! I don't want to just beat her, but I have to! And the slaves with her are so beautiful!
  The girls were really very nice, and their breasts were high, firm, with scarlet nipples like ripe strawberries. That was lovely.
  Here they finished massaging the blonde gladiator. Efa nodded and thanked the beauties. They left her, running, flashing their bare, round, pink, girlish heels.
  How tempting and charming are their bare, tanned, muscular legs.
  Efa winked at the boy and asked:
  - Do you like girls?
  Geta answered sincerely:
  - Very much so! It's just lovely!
  The gladiator girl laughed and replied:
  - You may be small, but you are still a man!
  Aquazar responded sharply:
  - Not just anyhow, but a man! A real man!
  Efa laughed and replied with a smile:
  - When you defeat me, then you will become a real man! And I will give you a gift!
  The redhead suggested:
  - Give the boy a sword with a hilt studded with diamonds!
  The blonde gladiator laughed and replied:
  - It's an interesting idea, but isn't it too much?
  The warrior shook her copper-red hair and remarked:
  - But you are so confident in victory... What else are you so afraid of!
  Efa replied with a sigh:
  - This is not just a sword with diamonds, but a gift from one of the black gods. And it has a special power!
  The red-haired warrior noted:
  - But to use the power of Chernobog's sword, you need to have great knowledge of magic. And you are just a beautiful blonde warrior!
  Efa laughed and noted:
  - And what"s the point of such a sword for a child?
  Geta-Aquasar noted:
  - I will have my own sword, won in battle. And it will be a memory and a source of pride for literally my entire life!
  The blonde girl nodded:
  - Well, if that's the case, then fine, I'll bet the sword on myself. You'll lose anyway!
  The boy wizard caught the wasp with his bare toes, spun it and launched it into the air. It flew past like a fired bullet and hit the bronze weather vane, causing the flat image of a rooster to turn.
  One of the male gladiators remarked:
  - It would probably be better to bet on the boy!
  Another girl noted:
  - Yes, this is clearly a real man!
  The hostess announced:
  - In order not to delay, since there are still those who want to fight, I declare the acceptance of bets closed. And why are you fighting, warriors!
  Efa giggled and suggested:
  - Maybe I should sing before the fight?
  The audience, especially the male audience, supported:
  - Sing, little flower, don't be shy! It will be cool!
  The gladiator girl shuffled her bare, graceful, chiseled, tanned, muscular and surprisingly seductive foot across the sand. After which the beauty began to sing:
  The waves play with whitecaps in the sea,
  I fight naked in the arena with a sword!
  She cast a proud glance at her enemy,
  Hard troubles and pain are nothing!
  
  I was once born a powerless slave,
  She pulled stones and shook boulders on her back!
  Being in tension, suffering is my native element,
  The shoulders are caressed with a whip by the mischievous executioners!
  
  Someone is rich and dozes in the shade with a beer,
  I swing a hammer under the scorching stream!
  It's a custom that's so terribly ancient,
  You need to learn obedience to nobles with your milk!
  
  But I was lucky - if you can call it luck,
  They sold the girl from the mines and sent her into battle!
  And illuminated me with a fabulous illumination,
  She became not just a slave, but a cool woman!
  
  But believe me, there is no such thing as boundless happiness,
  I've encountered a terrible enemy, and I'm wounded!
  They chop me into pieces in a vicious battle,
  God sent me an invoice - a penalty has accrued!
  
  But I don"t give up, I fight with all my might,
  Yes, she killed people and cursed the gods!
  Of course, I now bitterly repent of this,
  And I can"t find the right words here!
  After such a magnificent song, the audience applauded. Before the applause had even died down, the gong sounded: the signal for the battle to begin.
  Efa struck the boy in the face with a nunchuk in a flash. Geta, with his excellent reaction, dodged it with lightning speed and swung his stick on a chain. The girl barely dodged it. And she broke the distance, arching her back like a cat.
  Geta-Aquasar noted with a smile:
  - You're good!
  The gladiator girl answered confidently:
  - And you're not a bad boy!
  The young warrior noted:
  - You know, it"s not very nice when people call you a boy!
  Efa growled angrily:
  - What's better, when they call you a girl?
  Geta responded by going on the offensive, angry. His nunchaku flashed like lightning. The girl deftly dodged and attacked in response. Once she even managed to hit the boy on the cheek with an oak stick. And a small bruise appeared.
  In response, Geta kicked and managed to hit the girl's ankle with his shin. She missed the blow and winced and noted:
  - Your legs are like crowbars!
  The boy noted with a smile:
  - And your feet are so nice! It would be nice to cauterize your bare heel!
  Efa replied angrily:
  - Or maybe you want to break my toes too?
  The girl swung her nunchuk, but missed again; the young gladiator's reaction was absolute and flawless.
  Geta-Aquasar smiled, showing the small but sharp and strong teeth of a wolf cub and noted:
  - No, it's a sin to spoil such beauty! It's a pity that I have a child's body, otherwise I would have made the most passionate love with you that a real man is capable of!
  Efa laughed and replied:
  - You are still such a little boy, but still very handsome!
  And the blonde girl rushed to attack. She waved her nunchucks like a samurai with a sabre.
  The boy Geta answered, and his stick with the chain swung. And very lightly touched the girl's face. And this is very interesting.
  Both fighters separated again. And then they rushed to butt again, like cows. And it was very beautiful.
  Efa bared her teeth and noted:
  - You're a tough girl... ugh, sorry kid!
  Geta responded with a stick on a chain, and caught her knee with the blow. The gladiator girl squealed, and it hurt.
  The young warrior noted:
  - Did you get it good?
  The blonde girl winked in response and replied:
  - All the better - it will be your beating!
  The fight continued. Both the boy and the girl were noticeably sweating, and their bodies were shining as if they had been oiled.
  Efa smiled and kicked, aiming for the groin, and missed. And she bared her teeth in a very menacing way. The girl winked, her eyes became so silver.
  And the girl roared:
  We will beat you,
  The boy will get it in the snout...
  You have to get A's in school -
  And don't dirty your notebook!
  The boy gladiator winked and replied:
  - Yes, we need to study! And we need to get A's, very often and coolly on the enemies!
  Efa giggled and noted:
  - Well, what did you just say, barefoot child!?
  Geta winked and replied:
  - Do you know what Abracadabra is?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - Imagine, I know!
  The boy giggled and sang:
  There was a grasshopper sitting in the grass,
  There was a grasshopper sitting in the grass,
  Just like a cucumber,
  But he jumps like a goat!
  And the young warrior showed his tongue. And he took and whistled. And his whistle was piercing, like machine gun arrows.
  Efa noted with a smile:
  - Glory to the girls and boys who have swords in their hands!
  Geta suggested:
  - Maybe we really should give up these sticks? And a sharp steel blade is more to our liking!
  One of the men shouted:
  - Or maybe it's better without a weapon! It would be a pity if such a beautiful girl were killed!
  The boy warrior picked up a pebble with his bare toes and threw it. The striking element flew past and hit Efa's hand, causing the girl to gasp. And she almost lost the nunchucks from her right hand.
  Geta, taking advantage of the girl's confusion, hit her with a stick on the leg, under the knee. And Efa screamed in pain and limped. Now she could barely stand on her feet.
  The boy-terminator sang:
  I am a young crusher,
  My engine is on fire...
  Fighting is my abode!
  And the horned devil sits inside me,
  I am a formidable destroyer of people!
  The girl answered in a rage:
  - You're just a sweaty little pig!
  Geta responded by hitting the girl's bare toes with his nunchuk. She screamed in pain. It was really quite unpleasant.
  The boy warrior sang:
  There is a wild fire raging inside me,
  Believe me, it"s probably too late to put it out...
  I will put all the force of my rage into the blow,
  He who shook the sky, who shook the stars!
  Efa tried to hit the boy on his muscular torso in response, but as luck would have it, she kept missing. She wasn't doing a very good job. The nunchaku sticks collided, and sparks flew.
  Geta noted with a smile:
  - You're good!
  The girl squeaked:
  - You are a young scumbag!
  The boy gladiator was offended:
  - Why are you like that! It's just a fight! And first one gets lucky, and then the other! Why the harshness!
  The redhead nodded in agreement:
  - That's exactly it! Don't you dare insult a child!
  Efa, in response, tried to pick up some sand with her bare foot and throw it into the eyes of her impudent opponent. But she received a strong blow with a stick on her bare, elastic, girlish sole. And she screamed in pain. After which she roared with fury:
  - The viper has a hole!
  The boy gladiator confidently objected:
  - No! I am a noble warrior! For our victories!
  And the young warrior took and hit the girl on the elbow with his nunchuk. She had already slowed down and couldn't keep up. Two sticks with a chain fell. The girl in response kicked Get under the knee. And she hit, the boy received a very heavy blow and limped.
  Efa pounced on the young warrior and knocked him down with her weight. Then she began to strangle him with her hands. Geta, apparently, did not expect this. But the boy twisted and bit the girl on the wrist. And the grip weakened. Having broken the distance, the boy hit Efa on the head with the nunchuck. She managed to move and hit the girl on the muscular shoulder. The warrior screamed and spat at the boy-terminator.
  Geta responded with a blow from a stick on a chain. And hit the other shoulder. The girl tried to kick the boy in the groin, but he blocked it. But Geta was still thrown onto his back by the strong blow. And Efa pounced on top.
  But the boy pressed his bare, muscular legs into the powerful girl's stomach and threw the tigress over himself.
  The efa flew past and crashed onto the sand. The young warrior immediately jumped up. And the girl also tried to get up, but the nunchuk flew past, and this time the stick hit the beautiful warrior's head.
  Having received a concussion, Efa turned pale and fell face down in the sand. The boy added to her with the edge of his palm, finally knocking her unconscious.
  The blonde girl went silent. The boy wizard turned her over and placed his bare foot on the chest of the defeated warrior.
  The herald announced:
  - The young gladiator Geta has won!
  And just in case, she leaned over and felt Efa's pulse. The girl was alive, but unconscious. The young warrior had indeed demonstrated his high combat class.
  Efa was put on a stretcher and carried to the infirmary. Apparently they will revive her there.
  Geta bowed and asked with a smile:
  - Maybe one of you still wants to fight? I'm ready!
  The redhead noted:
  - Your knee is hurt and you're tired! I think that's enough fighting for today!
  The boy wizard confidently declared:
  - I'm recovering quickly! And as always, I'm ready for challenges!
  One man suggested:
  - Let our champion Korshun fight him. I think that would be the best idea!
  The huge athlete, two meters tall, answered confidently:
  - Victory over the child will not bring me glory, and in case of defeat I will not escape from shame! It is better for you to fight him Pawn!
  The men started making noise. Apparently they really didn't want to fight with the boy.
  A dark-haired woman, resembling a muscular gypsy, and wearing only a bikini, suggested:
  - Let me fight this boy!
  The redhead nodded:
  - What is this! The local champion panther fights better than anyone else among women with bare hands and bare feet!
  Geta confirmed in agreement:
  - Okay! I'll fight her! Just give me some water with a little wine to drink!
  The red-haired warrior giggled:
  - Won't the wine make you drunk, boy? Maybe we should postpone the fight until tomorrow. You've already had so many fights today!
  Geta nodded:
  - Then bring me a big mug of milk and give me half an hour's rest. That will be enough, and I'll fight some more.
  The sweaty and tired boy wizard lay down on the sand.
  . CHAPTER #4.
  The Emperor of Turan, Abaldui, was the most powerful monarch in the world. And of course , Conan the Barbarian was a thorn in his side. Constant troubles from him. True, when Aquilonia fell for a short time, and a powerful wizard became its de facto ruler, Abaldui himself began to tremble in his knees. Because the great wizard would not stop until he conquered the planet. And he was very glad that Conan returned and overthrew the tyranny of an unknown magician. But now it was time to settle accounts with his sworn enemy, who had already spoiled a lot of his father's blood.
  Abalduy watches the girls dance. The slaves here are very beautiful. They come out to dance in slippers and covered with light veils. And during the dance they gradually and gracefully undress. And in the end they are left with only a string of pearls on their hips.
  And it's very beautiful. And the girls fight. They are given light, elastic wood swords, and the beauties in only thin panties begin to fence. And it looks very beautiful and cool.
  The girls' feet are usually bare. And coals are thrown under their bare heels. They burn the bare soles and the beauties scream.
  The first wife of Emperor Turan, Grobova, is a very beautiful woman with a lush hairstyle, painted in seven colors - under the spectrum of the rainbow, with a smile she says:
  - The girls here are lovely! And what about the boys!
  The Lord of Turan ordered:
  - Let the boys fight with real steel swords!
  Two teenagers of about fourteen ran into the arena. They were tanned, muscular and wearing only swimming trunks. One boy had black hair and was holding a sabre, and the other was fair-haired and had a straight double-edged sword.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - Nice guys! Give them a kick in the shin as well, so the fight won't be too short!
  The slave girls brought the boys a light but strong shield each. They raced, flashing their bare pink heels. The teenagers were really beautiful. Their faces were still tender, with smooth and clear skin, their features were soft, almost childish, but at the same time masculine. It was obvious that the boys were trained and were still on a diet. So, the fight was expected to be interesting and stubborn.
  Abaldui noted:
  - You look at these boys so lustfully that I'm starting to get jealous!
  Grobovaya laughed and answered, baring her large teeth:
  - Are you really jealous of my children?
  The Lord of Turan laughed and replied:
  - I know your inclinations, dear wife!
  The Empress remarked:
  - Why can you fool around with slave girls, but I can"t with slave boys?
  Abaldui shrugged and replied:
  - Because you are a woman, and I am a man! And it is forgivable for a man to cheat, since he is a male, but not for a woman, she is a female!
  Grobovaya laughed and remarked:
  - With slave boys, betrayal doesn't count. They're just a treat for the body! Not men at all!
  The Emperor of Turan chuckled and replied:
  - Look, have fun, but don't catch any diseases! Or I'll order you to be skinned alive!
  A young and beautiful woman noted:
  - You are a wise man, husband!
  And she kissed him on the forehead. The young man laughed. Then she beckoned the slave boy. The handsome teenager sat down next to her. He looked to be about fifteen years old. The young woman ordered:
  - Give me a foot massage!
  The slave boy got to work, massaging the bare feet of a young and very beautiful woman, freed from their expensive shoes.
  And she looked at the arena greedily. The gong sounded and the boys collided. Their steel swords crossed, and sparks flew from the blows.
  The boys' bare feet bounced and they moved as if fluttering like butterflies.
  Grobovaya giggled and sang:
  Boys, boys, boys,
  You fight gloriously, barefoot fighters...
  You are like cute bunnies,
  Let's say now - well done!
  The fight went on, the boys moved and struck each other. They parried with shields. And attacked again.
  The boys already had experience and were in no hurry. No one wanted to die in the prime of life. And there was a chance that both would show a good fight and either stay alive or run out of steam.
  The gravestone ran her hand with long nails through the light, curly hair of the teenage boy who was massaging her bare, graceful and beautiful feet.
  The empress woman squeezed the boy's strong neck and noted:
  -How delicious your young, muscular body smells!
  The handsome man replied:
  - You are a real goddess!
  The ruler of Turan asked his wife:
  - What do you think about Conan the Barbarian! Will the King of Aquilonia be able to create problems for us!
  Grobovaya noted:
  - He invited himself strong allies: Jasmine and Xena. And these are large armies, not to mention Ophir!
  The head of Turan nodded:
  - These witches are a problem! It would be nice to find a killer for them! A killer like this!
  The Empress noted:
  - The best killers are the ninjas who live far to the east, on the islands, we can find real professionals there!
  Abalduy nodded:
  - Yes, I already sent them there. For a lot of money - a whole cartload of gold, I hired a killer - the best one!
  Grobovaya asked with a smile:
  - The best? And he will kill Conan?
  The Emperor of Turan declared decisively:
  - No! I need Conan alive. He'll get off too cheaply if I just kill him or cut off his head!
  The Empress noted:
  - Aren't you afraid that he'll run away again? Or do something even worse?
  Abaldui noted:
  - The ninja will put such shackles on him that even this barbarian will not be able to remove them or break them. And I will enjoy the torture!
  Lust lit up Grobova"s eyes:
  - I would like to ride this barbarian myself! What a man he is!
  The Emperor of Turan roared:
  - Don't even think about it! He's mine!
  The gladiator boys fought too carefully. They had only a couple of small scratches on their chests. And Abaldui ordered, in a harsh tone:
  - Burn their heels!
  The female slaves, young, beautiful, muscular, began to throw coals from bronze basins.
  They fell onto the marble slabs, and the boy gladiators stepped on them with their bare soles and cried out in pain.
  Grobovaya laughed and noted:
  - This is, in general, great! And the smell of burnt, boyish skin is so surprisingly pleasant!
  Abalduy nodded:
  - Yes, it's nice! I like to torment boys. And how do you feel about them?
  The young woman replied:
  - I like to torture boys. With both hot iron and a whip.
  In response, the ruler of Turan even grunted, what can you do - a real animal.
  The gladiator boys began to fight much more vigorously. And blood began to flow from both boys. Some scarlet drops fell on the coals, and a hissing sound occurred.
  The Coffin Empress of Turan licked her lips and noted:
  - Yes, this was a wonderful spectacle! You can't even guess what you'll find and what you'll lose.
  Abaldui laughed and replied:
  - Yes, sophisticated torture brings joy... But the question is, what are we going to do with Conan, or rather his allies? They also have considerable strength. And Xena is a wonderful and dangerous warrior!
  Grobovaya suggested, and quite seriously:
  - Hire another super ninja warrior for Xena too! Then maybe you'll get something!
  The Emperor of Turan remarked:
  - Spend another cartload of gold? It won't be too much!
  The young empress replied:
  - A miser pays twice!
  Abaldui laughed. Another young red-haired woman, who held the position of Grand Vizier to the Emperor, remarked:
  - Xena is too hot-tempered! Maybe it would be better to skillfully quarrel her with Conan?
  Grobovaya nodded:
  - Yes, that seems like a good idea. Maybe I should slip her one of my smart slave boys? You, for example?
  A handsome young slave, about fifteen years old, answered:
  - I'm ready, madam!
  The female vizier remarked:
  - A girl would be better, Zena doesn't really like males. But she adores girls!
  Grobovaya objected:
  - You can't go against nature! I'm sure he wouldn't refuse a handsome and muscular boy!
  Abaldui noted:
  - Xena? She's a constant headache. This woman is already over fifty, although she looks great, like she's twenty-five. But she's a legendary bandit. She was a villain, then decided to do good deeds, then went into robbery again. And now she's conquered her own state. She needs to be dealt with!
  The female vizier remarked:
  - She has a partner: Gabrielle. A very beautiful blonde girl. Also not young in years, but looks almost like a teenager. And she is a virgin, although she does not shy away from men. She is a good fighter, but of course she is far from Xena. If she is kidnapped...
  Grobovaya replied:
  - Then Xena will become our enemy forever!
  The Lord of Turan noted:
  - She's already our enemy! And now we'll take her by the throat!
  At that moment, the black-haired boy gladiator, having received many wounds, fell. His fair-haired partner, also wounded, placed his scratched foot on the chest of his defeated vis-a-vis and applied the tip of the blade to his neck.
  Grobovaya nodded:
  - Well, shall we pardon him or finish him off?
  Abaldui stated decisively:
  - It's up to you to decide!
  The Empress raised her thumb up and said:
  - Okay, live!
  The female vizier also raised her finger and said:
  - We have mercy on him!
  The slave girl, flashing her bare, tanned, muscular legs, ran up to the boy and thrust the torch to his bare sole. The fire scorched the hardened skin on the teenager's foot, and he came to his senses in sharp pain and opened his eyes with a scream.
  The slave boy was placed on a stretcher and carried out of the arena. The young warrior could be pleased that at least he was alive. Another blond boy hobbled out of the arena on his own two feet.
  The first part of the show was over. But the games continued. And then a rather large and seasoned wolf was released into the arena. This beast ran out and thrashed its tail along its sides.
  Abaldui noted:
  - I love the fight between man and animal!
  Grobovaya nodded in agreement:
  - I like it too!
  On the opposite side were two gladiator girls. One was red-haired and armed with a trident and a net, and the other was a honey blonde with a rather long sword and a dagger.
  Warrior girls, as befits females, are barefoot and wearing a minimum of clothing. And at the same time, they are muscular, with their prominent abdominal muscles visible.
  The Lord of Turan noted with a smile, showing his fangs:
  - I love barefoot girls! They are so cute and beautiful!
  The female vizier licked her lips and remarked:
  - Yes, barefoot girls are simply wonderful. And their heels are so graceful and round, that they are simply super!
  Grobovaya giggled and sang:
  The cold thundered somewhere,
  The stream resounded loudly...
  And they are already running through puddles,
  Barefoot girls!
  The slave boy continued to massage her feet. But apparently the empress was already tired of this. And she pushed the young slave away with her bare heel. Then she ordered:
  - Let another boy massage my soles!
  A lean, handsome young man with curly hair appeared and began massaging the Empress's legs.
  The female vizier also called a boy to massage her feet. The handsome, red-haired teenager got to work.
  Both shrews relaxed.
  Meanwhile, the gladiator warriors were fighting the wolf. The red-haired gladiator female managed to entangle the beast in a net. And the blonde stabbed him with a long and sharp sword. The red-haired warrior also added a trident.
  The Lord of Turan noted:
  - What do you agree is clever?
  Grobovaya nodded:
  - Yes, Your Majesty!
  Abaldui laughed and noted:
  - What feels good when boys touch you?
  The Empress nodded:
  - Of course, oh great one!
  The female vizier noted:
  - There is a craving for beauty in everything!
  The Emperor of Turan nodded:
  - Then let the girls massage me!
  And the slaves began to kneel down and massage the young man's legs.
  Abaldui was strong, muscular, handsome. He was not yet thirty years old. And he, of course, had ambitious thoughts. Conan was, judging by his rich, combative and adventurous biography, already over forty years old. But the barbarian looked great, despite his love of wine. Apparently, he was of strong blood. Abaldui's father was from a barbarian who commanded Cossacks, pirates, nomads, and even criminals - he suffered a lot.
  But now it was time to settle the score. And of course, magic was needed here too.
  There is already one sorceress. And not a simple mortal - she is half devil.
  The Emperor of Turan is a little afraid of her himself. But this woman is capable of much.
  Grobovaya advises not to mess with her - she says that she is half demon and that could be bad for a mortal!
  The gladiator girls finished off the wolf. The beast bled to death and went quiet. And the two of them dragged him out of the arena. What a convincing victory it was.
  The female vizier noted:
  - You see, they've put it all together cleverly!
  Abalduy nodded and suggested:
  - Let's have a snack!
  The half-naked and beautiful slave girls carried golden trays with dishes and silver and platinum dishes with wine to the table. And they set it all out with great taste.
  At the same time, beautiful girls were dancing. They were wearing almost no clothes, only beads of precious stones on their chests and hips. And so, dazzling, so to speak, beauty.
  And the legs, bare, graceful, tanned, muscular and slender. These are truly delightful and unique slave girls.
  And then a boy of about fourteen ran out to dance. He was also a very handsome boy, muscular, tanned, wearing only swimming trunks.
  And jumps like a bunny... One of the girls grabbed the teenager by his bare foot and tickled the sole. The boy laughed, and it became even more fun.
  Abaldui noted:
  -Maybe I should spank the girl?
  Grobovaya suggested:
  -No! Better a boy!
  The Lord of Turan chuckled and noted:
  - The bare heels of boys are just waiting for a stick to walk on them! After all, the pleasure from this is through the roof!
  Another boy ran out, about thirteen years old, also muscular and handsome. Two slave girls took him - one by the right foot, the other by the left foot, and they easily lifted the boy above their heads.
  A handsome, muscular teenager just went and sang:
  You don't have to be an orator,
  What does this mean...
  We glorify the Emperor -
  He is our father and mother!
  Abaldui stood up and exclaimed:
  - A hundred sticks on the boy's bare heels!
  The gladiator girls immediately grabbed the young slave and twisted the handsome boy's arms. The child gasped. And they lifted him onto the trestles and tied him to them, exposing his bare, hardened soles.
  Grobovaya exclaimed with joy:
  - This is really super! What cute, bare heels the boy has. I'll spank him myself.
  And a young, very beautiful woman, accompanied by two gladiator girls, jumped out of her chair and ran up to the arena. She did not put on her shoes, and the warm gravel pleasantly tickled the empress's bare soles, further arousing her tigerish passion.
  Here the torturers handed her a bamboo stick. And Grobovaya took it in her right hand. And without thinking twice she took it and hit the pretty boy on his bare sole.
  The slave boy gave a thin cry.
  Grobovaya began to hit with all her might. She obviously really enjoyed it. And she waved the stick like the blades of a mill.
  Abaldui licked his lips and noted:
  - Great show! But they need to hit the bare heels of the girl too!
  The red-haired female vizier ordered:
  - Tie the ref to the goats!
  The victim of the beast-emperor's lust was a charming, tanned, half-naked blonde. She was tied to goats. And by the emperor's order, the slave boys took sticks in their hands. And they began to beat her bare soles with gracefully curved heels.
  The girl screamed. The boys were already about fourteen years old, they trained a lot and ate relatively well, their bodies were muscular and strong, so the blows were weighty.
  And why do they beat Refa? Only to give sadistic pleasure to the emperor, who enjoys the pain of others. But Abaldui herself is still somehow embarrassed to take a stick in her hands and become an executioner. But Grobovaya has completely lost her mind. Almost naked, the barefoot empress took a torch in her hands, snatching it from the boy's palm. And now she brings the flame to the child's bare heel, blue from blows with sticks. Now that's a truly aggressive babe.
  And the flame scorched the boy's bare sole. And a very pleasant and appetizing smell of fried meat spread, as if it were shashlik for the horsemen's lunch.
  Grobovaya licked her lips and sang:
  And I love boys,
  I'll put them together...
  I'll prepare a noose for them,
  And I will lead you to the chopping block!
  And she brought the torch to the boy's bare, tanned, muscular chest. Now that's really cool. Like a tortured slave boy roaring in pain. It's amazing.
  Well, for the blonde's sake, the slave boys also brought torches to her bare soles. And now it smelled of burnt meat, both of the beautiful blonde girl and the handsome, muscular boy.
  Abaldui ordered:
  - Wine for me!
  The slave, covered only by jewels in the form of beads on her hips and chest, presented the emperor with a golden goblet studded with diamonds in which emerald wine splashed.
  The bloody monarch drank half of the cup, put it on the table and said:
  - With what pleasure would I roast the heels of Conan's wives and mistresses!
  Coffin, she noted with a smile:
  - And I would put Conan himself in a cage and heat him up on fire. And I would first force this barbarian's sons - and they are beautiful - to please me, and then I would subject them to cruel and sophisticated tortures!
  After which the shrew brought the torch to the boy's tanned shoulder blades. How he screams, with his ringing, still childish voice, from the wild, unbearable pain, and the sadistic empress likes it.
  Abladuyu, however, is already tired of this. The Emperor ordered:
  - That's enough, untie the slave and the slave, and smear their skin with ointments - while I give them life!
  Grobovaya objected:
  - I want to torture the boy to death!
  The red-haired female vizier noted:
  - The boy is already seriously injured. He won't be able to work again anytime soon, so why feel sorry for him?
  The Emperor frowned angrily and remarked:
  - This is where we will test the balm of the sorceress-demon, does it really heal all wounds?
  Grobovaya giggled:
  - To spend balm on an insignificant slave? Isn't that too much?
  The female vizier nodded:
  - Indeed, we have a more valuable wounded Count Pulya. We will treat him! And let the boy die!
  The Emperor ordered:
  - Do with him what you want!
  The Empress burst out laughing and began to hit the boy with a stick on his burnt chest. The unfortunate young slave did not want to lose consciousness. More precisely, he wanted to pass out, but he could not. And he suffered terrible pain.
  And the blonde girl was untied. The slave's bare feet were scorched and beaten. And she could not walk. The slave boys supported the unfortunate girl and dragged her out of the arena.
  One whispered with a smile:
  - You're young, your feet will heal quickly! I've already been beaten with sticks on my bare heels ten times! And burned a couple of times! And nothing, only the skin on the soles has become stronger.
  Another slave boy noted:
  - Our soles have become rough like the Devil's skin and are not afraid of a stick or even hot iron!
  To their misfortune, Grobova heard this and growled:
  - Also very cute boys. Maybe we should test the strength of their bare feet?
  The slave boys answered in chorus:
  - It's your will, mistress! We are ready for everything and will accept everything!
  The grave ordered:
  - Take them and hang them on the rack!
  Emperor Abaldui objected:
  - I want to see gladiator fights, not more torture. You know yourself that you don't fight back on the rack. But a good, large-scale fight - that would be the best! Or even not too large-scale, but interesting!
  The Empress noted:
  - That's exactly it, both a fight and torture at the same time. It's so exciting!
  The Lord of Turan declared without appeal:
  - No! We will torture the boys later, and it will be in a special basement. There you will do with them whatever you want. But now there will be another performance. - And then Abaldui declared decisively. - These boys will fight Bagheera. If they win, then I will pardon them and spare them from punishment. But if not, then they are yours!
  Grobovaya objected:
  - If they fight Bagheera, she will kill them trivially. And there will be no one to torture!
  The Emperor objected:
  - They will fight with wooden sticks. So Bagheera will not kill them or seriously injure them!
  The Empress did not agree:
  - The fight is too unequal and uninteresting. Bagheera has no equal as a fighter with swords, sticks, axes, or even with a net and trident. There will be nothing to watch!
  The red-haired female vizier suggested:
  - Let's go and add three more muscular boys then. That way the fight will be more interesting!
  I really liked this idea:
  - Exactly! This way the fight will be more interesting! Three more young slaves to the fight!
  Five teenage boys, about fourteen years old - all barefoot, tanned, muscular and wearing only swimming trunks, lined up in a row. Grobovaya couldn't resist and hit the cute boys with a whip. The young slaves are really handsome, two with black hair, three with fair hair, with neat haircuts. And their figures, with a healthy, moderate diet and constant physical work, simply can't help but be beautiful.
  Well, how could you not hit them with a whip, tearing it from the hands of the torturers. And once is not enough. And Grobovaya began to whip the almost naked, muscular bodies of the boy slaves.
  The audience applauded... Of course, it was a funny sight, especially since the empress herself was half-naked, barefoot, and her skin was shining with sweat, which made her even more sexy and exciting.
  The slave boys, although physically strong, endure it obediently, and do not even groan or scream. It is not the first time they have been flogged. They beat the children on their bare heels with sticks, and sometimes use wire. And sometimes the female executioner takes a thin steel rod in her hands, and with the red-hot end presses the bare feet of the boys, clamped in stocks. And on the hardened soles she looks for the most sensitive places, where there are more nerve endings!
  And it must be said that this is a very sophisticated torture - not life-threatening, and the rough, calloused soles of the young slave boys heal very quickly, like on a dog, but how painful it is. And sometimes they bring candles to the armpits. And this is really great torment, and even the strongest young slaves scream.
  Abaldui, however, ordered:
  - Calm down, Coffin! Otherwise you'll beat them up so badly that they won't be able to fight anymore! Release Bagheera quickly!
  . CHAPTER #5.
  Geta-Akvasar, the former lord of darkness in the body of a child, was restored. After milk and rest, he felt cheerful and strong. And it didn't matter that he looked no more than twelve years old - he knew how to fight from the cradle. And he had already lived for several centuries, more than once witnessing death and fierce battles. It was even surprising how he managed to lose to some Conan the Barbarian.
  Now the barefoot boy in swimming trunks stood up. His sapphire eyes sparkled.
  Against him stands a black-haired Panther. The girl is slender, but not a giantess at all. Very muscular. She looks about thirty, with the facial features of a mature woman.
  She winked at the boy, noting that the child was very handsome. And it was nice to frolic with him, to make him give a massage, for example, or something else.
  The fight was now taking place in a stadium in the presence of an audience. And people were betting on who would defeat whom. Several elves and trolls arrived from another world. They differed from people in that elves had ears like lynxes, and trolls had eagle noses. In addition, representatives of this species of life did not age, and even in their advanced years, the men looked like strong and muscular teenagers.
  They were popular with human women. The eternal youth of elves and trolls was attractive, as well as their experience. In addition, in bed, elves and trolls are affectionate like kittens and are so pleasant for the female body.
  Moreover, the elves and trolls, having become accustomed to their eternally young females, did not refuse human women who were older and not particularly beautiful, which was also very good.
  The red-haired warrior blew a kiss to the cutest young elf and cooed:
  My boy, my baby,
  You are not sleeping at this hour...
  Because elves don't grow beards and mustaches, but they are so cute, with smooth and clear skin, cuties.
  Geta looked around, shook his head, did biceps. His body obeyed him. It was trained, strong, resilient, tempered by hard work since infancy. Well, being a boy was better than an old man anyway.
  Partera is, of course, a nickname, or a nickname. Quite common for female gladiators. She is almost naked , a strip of fabric on her chest barely covers the tips of her scarlet nipples, it is almost like a thread, and her panties are very thin. Of course, the males, and some females, greedily devour her with their eyes. Very dark skin, and black hair, and muscles like wire. Beautiful beyond words, but also scary at the same time!
  And before the gong had even sounded, Panther tried to kick the boy in the groin with her bare foot. But Geta was on guard. He jumped up and kicked the young woman in the chin with his heel. But Panther was an experienced gladiator, and managed to dodge, and the boy's bare sole brushed her chin.
  The crowd screamed with delight. The red-haired warrior noted:
  - Top class!
  One of the male gladiators noted:
  - A boy like that belongs in the royal guard!
  The panther tried to attack again. She used her hands, then her bare feet. But the boy dodged again and responded by hitting her in the chest with his fist. The knuckles left an imprint and four small, red spots remained.
  The woman with black hair growled:
  - I'll cripple you!
  Geta-Aquasar replied:
  - I feel sorry to cripple such a beauty!
  After which the boy dodged another side kick with his graceful female leg and performed a sweep. And the beautiful warrior fell. As he fell, the boy's bare heel hit her nose. Drops of blood spurted from the blow, as if a tomato had been smashed.
  The panther growled:
  - I'll kill you!
  Geta giggled:
  - Why don't you feel sorry for such a handsome boy?
  The young black-haired woman shook the blood off herself. Her nose was badly broken, and it was becoming more difficult to breathe. The girl angrily tore off the thin ribbon covering her breasts. And now her ruby nipples were completely exposed.
  The audience, especially the men, screamed with delight. Yes, to see such a woman with a completely naked torso is a huge gift from fate
  Geta-Akvazar grinned. He is a child on one side in the flesh, but in wisdom and memory, he has several centuries of experience. And what is a naked woman to him, even one as spectacular as Panther. Although it is true that such a female body makes males salivate.
  And in it there is the swiftness of a cobra. And at the same time, extraordinary grace.
  The panther has become more careful now. She is undoubtedly fast, but Geta, who has an understanding of acceleration magic, still surpasses her in speed. Now the boy-sorcerer performs a combination of his hands and hits the girl on the nose again. And the blood flows more abundantly.
  And then with a bare foot to the body, so that he clearly broke a rib. And then more blows, and strong ones at that, to the warrior's calves.
  The panther falls, and gets hit in the chin again, by the boy's bare, round heel. And her white teeth chatter. Now that's really cool.
  The red-haired warrior notes:
  - He's a great fighter! And you guys are too weak to fight him!
  One of the largest responded:
  - A child is always a child. And no matter how cool he is, defeating a boy will not bring glory to an adult!
  The fiery maiden agreed:
  - It's quite possible! But here we are no longer talking about glory!
  - And about what?
  The men shouted.
  The red-haired warrior and manager answered:
  - About the prestige of the country of Aquilonia! We must show that our warriors are no worse than vagabond boys!
  There was a heavy silence in response.
  The panther received several more strong kicks, including one to the head. And it was obvious that he was already in a daze. But Geta was in no hurry to finish her off. First, he pinched her chest, exclaiming:
  - Oh, what boobs!
  The men burst out laughing. Well, yes, the black-haired Panther has such delightful and appetizing breasts - just lovely!
  The strong gladiator woman tried to reach the impudent boy with a convulsive jump. Geta-Akvasar responded by hitting the young woman between the legs with his bare heel. And she screamed from the strong and sharp pain.
  The boy and former dark lord laughed.
  The male gladiators giggled and applauded, shouting:
  - Here it is! That's how you beat the bitch!
  And some even used three-story obscenities.
  Geta smiled very sweetly, although his smile resembled the grin of a bloodthirsty wolf cub. The boy was handsome, muscular, and at the same time terrible.
  Here he hit Panther again, but without turning off his consciousness. In his past life, he was a dark lord, to whom demons obeyed. And he lived as a man and a sorcerer at the same time for more than one century. And so he played and at the same time enjoyed other people's pain. Which really turned him on.
  Geta moved very nimbly on his bare, boyish feet. Like a nimble squirrel. And so the boy jumped over the lying and unsuccessfully trying to get up Panther. And then he grabbed her by the nose with his bare toes. The young woman roared angrily in response, and clearly wanted to kill the boy. But he hit her in the chin with his bare, round heel. And Panther went limp. Geta-Aquasar added another blow to her temple with his shin. And the young gladiator woman finally passed out. And found her motionless.
  The male gladiators hummed. Indeed, this looked quite charming and funny. Although cruel and perhaps a little comical.
  The female referee raised Goethe's hand and announced the victory. The young gladiator smiled and did not hide his joy. The body influences the mind. And you are partly a child who laughs, plays pranks, and whose soul sings about victory.
  Geta took it and sang:
  There will be a big result for the boy,
  He's not some kind of sold slave...
  One more second and he will say kill,
  Gladiator's life - Colosseum!
  The red-haired woman in charge asked:
  - Well, who would dare to fight a child terminator? Are there any knights among you?
  A murmur went through the men, an uncertain one. Then a boy of about thirteen came out - with dry and defined muscles. On his right shoulder was depicted a six-pointed star. And apparently burned with a hot iron. And the boy's head was shaved bald, and because of the light hair, it seemed bald, and his look was proud. The young warrior clenched his fists, and his determined attitude was visible.
  Geta-Aquasar was even a little shorter and younger, and so he remarked:
  - What a good fighter! Apparently a former slave or prisoner,
  If adults are afraid, then let the children, the true warriors, go into battle!
  The female referee nodded with a smile:
  - What is this fight about? May the strongest win!
  Both boys stood opposite each other. The young slave was dry in muscles, and hardened in the quarries. And if Getu-Akvazar had not been seen in action, then the slave boy would probably have been the favorite. Especially with a shaved head, and numerous marks on his back and sides, the young slave looked ominous.
  The red-haired warrior nodded:
  - Well, place your bets! If adults don't want to fight, let the kids fight!
  Geta-Akvazar smiled. Most of the bets were on him. The boy picked up a pebble with his bare toes, tossed it high, and knocked down a rather large insect resembling a gadfly.
  The slave boy smiled and noted:
  - You have great reactions!
  Geta muttered:
  - There is a reaction - there will be children!
  And the boy took it and laughed. And both boys clenched their fists and bumped their knuckles into each other. And their mood was very cheerful, as if they were not gladiator enemies, but sweet friends.
  The red-haired woman, quite muscular in appearance, noted:
  - Show a good fight! Don't disgrace the honor of warriors!
  The child fighters played a little staring contest. Then the gong sounded and the boys started hitting each other with bare feet and fists. It was like this:
  Geta noted:
  - You're not bad!
  The slave boy remarked with a smile:
  - Yes, I can fight, just like you! Well, I hope we won't disgrace our unit!
  The red-haired woman shook her powerful hips and confirmed with a smile:
  - You children certainly fight beautifully!
  And so the boys struck again with their bare, strong, muscular, tanned feet. And they collided. Then Geta turned deftly and performed a sweep. The slave boy fell to the cries of the gladiator men and healthy, large women. But he immediately jumped up.
  Geta hit him in the center of the chest. And knocked him down again. And you can see how blue the face of the young slave turned from the fight.
  But he jumped up again. And he hit him barefoot. But Geta-Akvazar dodged and again performed a sweep. And knocked down the young slave. He fell and froze, not hurrying to get up. The dark lord, who had become a boy, understood that they wanted to catch him, but this did not bother him. And Geta pretended to hit him in the kidneys, and then, having made a feint, hit him on the back of the head. But at the last moment, he barely held back the blow. And the young slave, although he received a jab, did not lose consciousness. But he twitched his bare, childish legs in pain.
  The red-haired woman noted with a smile:
  - Well done! Let him rise!
  Geta bowed and sang:
  Rise up, branded with a curse,
  The whole world of hungry and slaves...
  Our indignant mind is seething,
  Ready to fight to the death!
  And after that the boy bursts out laughing. Now that's funny in its own way.
  Here finally the slave boy got up, his legs were shaking, and beads of sweat were falling from him. And his face was pale. But it would have been very beautiful.
  Geta smiled and lowered his hands. The slave boy hit him with his fist. The wizard boy did not stop. And he missed the blow to the face. But then he responded, also charging under the eye. And he got a strong blow. And a bruise swelled up. And the boys looked at each other. The slave boy hit again. This time Geta took and dodged, and threw his vis-a-vis over his head. And slapped him over himself.
  Laughter was heard. Men and women giggled and sang in chorus:
  Boy, leave me alone,
  You're not a louse anymore...
  If you fall,
  Don't cry,
  And get up!
  The slave boy rose with difficulty, and Geta winked at him. He deliberately missed the blow to the chest, and giggled. Although the knuckles were imprinted on the skin.
  The red-haired woman noted:
  - Good fight! You fight with dignity!
  The men growled:
  - Finish him faster!
  The women objected:
  - No, let them fight some more! It will be fun!
  Geta smiled. And suddenly he lifted his vis-à-vis up on his outstretched arms and threw him down sharply. And he fell with great force.
  The boy took and hit the young slave, hitting him in the ribs, and he began to choke. Geta-Akvazar chuckled and noted:
  - What hurts, boy?
  And the child-sorcerer took and grabbed the nose with his bare toes, and took and squeezed with great force. And the nose took and swelled, and the boy-slave groaned. Then he twitched. Geta-Akvazar took and moved again, with his bare, childish heel, into the chin. And he hit exactly the tip, and the boy-slave took and passed out.
  His handsome, masculine and at the same time almost childish face calmed down and relaxed. Geta put his bare foot on his chest, raised his hands up and exclaimed:
  - Victory awaits us! Glory to the heroes!
  Two barefoot, almost completely naked, slave girls, wearing only thin panties, came up and put the boy on a stretcher. And carried him to the infirmary.
  The red-haired girl with a smile that resembled the predatory grin of a she-wolf said:
  - A worthy fight! Overall, a magnificent spectacle!
  The slave boy was carried. One of the girls took and tickled his rough, callused heel with her index fingernail. The boy shuddered and opened his eyes, but then closed them again.
  The largest of the gladiator warriors exclaimed:
  - Maybe you should show this fighter to King Conan! He's worthy of being in his retinue!?
  The redhead noted with a smile:
  - The Great King will certainly receive this boy into his retinue, and perhaps he will become the commander of the children's unit in the army of Aquilonia, which will be a worthy move!
  The mighty gladiator remarked:
  - That's good! But doesn't the young warrior want a new barrier? Let the boy try to fight the beast too? I think he's interested?
  Geta nodded with a smile:
  - Well, I'm ready! If you want, I'll give you pleasure!
  The redhead nodded:
  - But the boy should also get money for this fight! And let's place bets on him!
  The warrior nodded:
  - Of course! He'll be the one performing, and the audience will appreciate it! Let him get ready and rest for now!
  The boy wizard Geta lay down on the couch. The slave girls began to massage him. They gave the young body a very pleasant massage and kneaded the young warrior's bare, calloused soles. The boy purred with pleasure.
  Aquasar lived in his past life for more than one century. He was a man, but he commanded demons and revealed many secrets. Including soul control. That is why the death of his body did not frighten him. By killing his body, Conan did not deprive Aquasar of his magical power and ability to fight. And he could use everything possible of the strong and muscular boy's flesh and his muscles one hundred percent. That is why he was calm. Even if he had to fight with his bare hands.
  Although it is not so easy to fight a wolf without a weapon. And what if it is a lion? The beast is quite dangerous.
  Akvazar remembered how he was once a boy who was being led to be sold into slavery. And he was carrying quite a large load then. And it was very hard, half-naked, barefoot on sharp stones or hot sand, and with a heavy load. How exhausted he was then. And he was staggering, gasping for breath, and the overseer was beating him with a whip on his bare back and sides.
  And his mother walked next to him. She was wearing only a torn, slave, gray and short tunic. A tanned, fair-haired, still young and strong woman. And she, too, was forced to carry a heavy jug on her head. And they took away her sandals, leaving her barefoot. And this made it harder for her than for Aquazar. After all, it is pleasant for a boy to run barefoot in a warm climate, and he rarely wears sandals. And women do not really want their feet to become rough and like a camel's hooves, and they try to wear sandals.
  And how her bare feet were terribly broken, until they bled.
  In order not to fall, his mother was forced to surrender herself to the overseer, and he allowed her to ride in the cart so that the worn-out women's soles could heal a little.
  Aquazar would fall asleep immediately during the rest stop, and in the morning he would be woken up with a hard blow of the whip.
  At the market, he was already completely naked, they groped him and stuck their fingers in his mouth, both women and men. Then Aquazar was lucky that he was bought to the mines, where there was a stench and poisonous gases, and sent to build a dam. At least there was fresh air. And his mother, who was beautiful, and could sing, and also looked very good, especially her figure, she was sold to a house as a servant. Where, of course, she not only served, but apparently she had to cohabit, if only with the owner.
  Aquazar worked at the dam, and his naturally strong body withstood the load. And the boy even developed physically. There was no happiness, but misfortune helped. Aquazar tried to escape, but unsuccessfully. He was caught and crucified. Moreover, the boy fought back so desperately that he injured two overseers. But what a fine boy, he showed himself to be a fighter.
  And he was bought by the gladiator's master, as a desperate boy. After that, his career in the lists began. And how he met his first magic teacher, that's another story. In any case, Aquasar has a rich biography and he was a strong fighter.
  It would have been better for him to meet Conan with swords as a man to a man. Since the Barbarian did not have such a rich arsenal of techniques, and would hardly have coped with the dark ruler despite his animal strength and dexterity.
  But here the sorcerer made a mistake by turning into a snake. In the form of a beast, you are not as strong and technical as in human flesh. And now in the body of the boy Geta, he is Aquazar, perfection itself. You should even hide your skill and show yourself weaker than you really are. Although you can defeat a lion with your bare hands in the body of a child only using the highest level of martial art!
  The boy felt the girls' hands stir his blood and jumped up. The signal to exit sounded, which meant he would have to fight. Geta walked easily and with a smile. He was wearing only swimming trunks, which was quite comfortable, especially in a warm climate. And such agility of his young body. The boy was simply on a white horse.
  Here is a young warrior walking towards the very center of the stadium passing by the gates. Geta is very handsome and muscular. And especially the fair sex looks at him greedily. And he is truly wonderful, fair-haired and such a wonderful child.
  Here is Geta in the very center of the stadium - the Coliseum of Aquilonia. He bows politely to the audience in all four directions. And stands in a stance. He was not given a weapon, which is not very good. To fight against a beast with bare hands, you need to be a strong master.
  Here Geta-Aquasar smiled and sang:
  I'm ready to fight even with the devil,
  What a brave boy...
  And the guy has a loud voice,
  Let's say for sure - well done!
  After which the young gladiator and sorcerer laughed.
  And so, with the help of spears, they began to push out his opponent. This time, apparently, they took pity on the child, or decided to prepare a larger opponent for a later fight. The most ordinary wolf was running, and not particularly large and ferocious in appearance.
  Geta smiled and sang:
  The wolf hunt is on, the hunt is on,
  On the grey predators that vilely devour sheep...
  And we are up to date, and we are up to date,
  You will be a great boy!
  And so the bets are hastily placed, and the wolf, hungry and fierce, bumped into the wall and the transparent armor. And so the bets are placed and the fight begins.
  The wolf pounced on the boy. He deftly jumped off the line of attack and jumped to the side!
  The predator flew past. And snapped its teeth. Geta made a nose, teasing the wolf. He tried to attack again. And the boy deftly jumped away again, and even did a somersault. Now this is a real boy.
  And again the wolf tries to attack the young gladiator. But the boy took his bare heel and hit the wolf in the chin. And three bloody teeth flew out. And the wolf himself even sat down.
  This is truly an elephant's blow. The wolf roars and rushes again. And Geta took him and hit him with his shin. And this blow was very sharp. How this wolf was twisted.
  The crowd applauded. And then the wolf twitched again. And rushed to attack the enemy. And again, the boy met him very cleverly. And this jab was very painful. And although the enemy was a predatory beast, the boy moved much faster. And the fight was one-sided. Although Geta was working as a second number.
  The red-haired woman noted:
  - This child is simply adorable!
  The mighty warrior replied:
  - No! This is the future greatest fighter of the empire!
  The woman with the fiery hairstyle noted:
  - Yes, that's right! He's such a scary and terrible gladiator, just a titan!
  Geta continued to beat the predator. He did it confidently and cold-bloodedly, but at the same time unhurriedly. And his blows were verified in order to deliberately prolong the fight. And to work for the audience as much as possible.
  Aquazar, however, even felt a semblance of boredom. It's much more interesting to fight with a beautiful girl. But it's much more disgusting with grown men - because they stink.
  The red-haired woman shouted:
  - Okay, enough with the wolf! Finish him off!
  Geta nodded, jumped up deftly and kicked the wolf's spine with his bare heel. And broke the wolf's spine. The predator went silent. And Geta grabbed him by the chin with one hand and by the back of the head with the other. And he twisted sharply, so that the vertebrae cracked. And the wolf was finished off.
  Geta-Akvazar placed his bare foot on the wolf's carcass and sang:
  It is evil to be proud of one's power,
  And it seems the whole world has come to terms with him...
  But the boy, although he has a cherubic face,
  He exclaimed: Let's teach evil a lesson!
  And the young warrior jumped higher, doing multiple somersaults in the air.
  And the audience roared with delight. Among the gladiators, a new, young and bright star appeared.
  The red-haired woman noted:
  The young warrior struck with his sword,
  He overthrew the demonic army...
  Turned completely into the dust of a locust,
  Powerful spirit, you cannot be trampled by your enemies!
  . CHAPTER #6.
  The mighty warrior Conan and his retinue feasted. Wine flowed like a river, and large pieces of meat were devoured, along with vegetables and fruits.
  Beautiful girls danced right on the table. They moved their bare feet and shook their luxurious hips, covered only by strings of beads.
  It was beautiful. The dancers were shapely, their breasts were high, and their scarlet nipples sparkled like overripe strawberries. And the drummer boys beat their sticks on the taut skin. And the girls sped up and slowed down to the beat of the drums.
  Trocero noted:
  - Turan has become powerful and expanded his domain. We cannot defeat him so easily. We need either new allies or powerful sorcerers!
  Conan responded aggressively:
  - I'm not going to resort to the help of sorcerers! This is the last thing! It's best to rely on sharp blades and loyal friends!
  Krom remarked with a smile:
  - But it was the sorcerers who defeated Xaltotun , not the blades and swords. And...
  Conan interrupted:
  - You, a minor, were not allowed to speak! Adults are discussing adult topics here!
  Trocero noted:
  - The boy will soon grow a beard and he will be a first-class fighter!
  The King of Aquilonia ordered:
  - So let this warrior fight with three beautiful girls with sticks, it will be both aesthetic and beautiful!
  Queen Jasmine nodded:
  - You have a very handsome son! I think the Gods ordered him to fight!
  Krom did not argue and went out onto the table, where there was a comfortable platform for both dancers and gladiator fights. In fact, organizing duels during a feast is not a bad idea, and a very ancient custom.
  The teenage boy is indeed very handsome. Like his mother, a charming blonde and Conan's first wife.
  And the gladiator girls are very beautiful. And in just a bikini, very attractive girls.
  And then Krom twirled the pole in his hands. And he began to jump up and down like a monkey. And the girls began to twirl and spin, jerking their bare, tanned, muscular legs.
  Trocero noted:
  - Yes, the girls are very good! And their breasts are high, their waists are thin, and their hips are wide and muscular.
  Princess Jazmine noted:
  - And Krom is very handsome. A wonderful boy. He probably has a lot of girlfriends!
  Conan nodded:
  - Of course! A man is always a man!
  Krom moved very quickly. He was flexible and light. And he was not trying to hit the girls as much as he was dancing gracefully. And the girls were jumping up and spinning too. And waving their poles. And the bare feet of the beauties were describing circles.
  The Duke of Guise remarked with a smile:
  - The Turan Empire is strong. But its strength is its weakness. There are too many who want to avoid its further strengthening.
  Queen Jasmine exclaimed:
  - Strength, proven strength,
  Strength, strength is not equal,
  There is fire stronger than metal,
  There is a metal stronger than fire!
  Another queen, Albina, shouted:
  - Fight more actively, girls! Show us a fight, not a dance!
  One of the girls moved sharply and caught Krom with her pole. He responded,
  with a very clever undercut. And the girl fell, lifting her legs high up. And she spun them around like a bicycle. Laughter was heard, especially from the men. The girl jumped up, and the dance continued.
  Apparently, Krom felt uncomfortable hitting the fair sex. Here the girls jumped and spun into somersaults. What can I say, the movement of young, girlish bodies is very beautiful.
  Krom made a deft lunge and tore off one of the girls' bras, revealing a breast with nipples as red as rose petals.
  Laughter and shouts were heard.
  Queen Jasmine then remembered how she was in the palace of the dark lord Ishma. And she was forced to experience different things. Including being a slave put up for auction. And there she was gradually stripped naked, and the men raised the price. Here they also tore off her bra, revealing full, high breasts with bright ruby nipples.
  And how ashamed Princess Jasmine was then. Especially when they pulled off her panties and made her dance completely naked. She was not a public whore, but a noble person - a princess. And some barbarians dared to undress her just like that in front of hundreds of lustful men devouring her with their eyes. After all, this is such a strong humiliation for a noble person. Although it was even more so when she was captured on a ship by sea pirates. That was just a super adventure.
  Jasmine shuddered. Being a naked, whipped slave wasn't as humiliating as being violated by a pack of stinking men.
  Jasmine also remembered the torture on the rack. And there the sensations, even during the magical sleep, were so natural. Her girlish body was stretched, her bare feet were clamped in steel blocks, and weights were hung on hooks. And then they greased her bare soles with fat, and laid a fire. And the hot flame greedily licked the girl's bare, round heels. And she felt the smell of her own scorched skin with her nostrils.
  It was like roasting a wild boar.
  But it hurts so much. And immediately two pains are imposed: stretched ligaments and roasted feet. And then a third one is added: they began to beat the naked girl on the back and sides with a whip. Yes, these are really sharp sensations.
  I want to lose consciousness and switch off while floating in the ocean of pain. But the mind remains clear, and all sensations are real, sharp, and pierce from the tips of the hair to the bare heels.
  Krom was already glistening with sweat, as were his three girlfriends, how energetically they danced and twitched their limbs.
  Conan growled:
  - Enough! We've had enough dancing! Maybe it's time to do something more serious!
  Trocero suggested:
  - Do you want a gladiator fight with a trident and a net, against a sword and a shield?
  The King of Aquilonia objected:
  - This is already old! We've seen it a hundred times! Don't you have anything else!
  Jasmine noted:
  - I can fight very well myself! You can put a grown man or some beast against me!
  Trocero nodded:
  - Yes, she can fight! Even the boy Gron can fight! As we have seen, he is strong!
  Conan muttered:
  - That's an interesting idea! But let the boys from the gladiator school fight each other first. And let them have steel swords, not wooden ones!
  The light-colored steward nodded:
  - We can do this with great pleasure!
  And a beautiful, muscular girl, barely covered by bikini-type clothing, gave the command.
  Krom sat down in a chair and greedily drank from a cup of red wine. After which he noted:
  - It was a pretty good warm-up! We got the blood pumping! And the girls are so cool and wonderful. And they smell so delicious!
  Conan nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, girls smell especially - tender and pleasant! In this regard, they are very good! And their figures are beautiful and perfect from all points of view, especially if they have relief muscles and not a drop of fat!
  The boy hero agreed with this:
  -Yes, a woman with muscles and physical strength is charming. She will also give birth to healthy and strong offspring!
  A boy of about thirteen ran into the arena. He was very tanned, muscular, with red hair, and wearing only swimming trunks. It was clear from his movements that he was an experienced fighter. There were even barely noticeable scars on his tanned skin.
  The boy bowed and even knelt down. His bare sole was callused. He had obviously been running on rocks all year round, and most likely had worked in the mines before being taken as a gladiator. You could even see the half-erased slave brand on his right shoulder.
  Conan chuckled and noted:
  - This is a good warrior! So who will Ryzhik fight with?
  Music began to play as an answer. And the bare feet of another boy began to slap along the path. This was also a muscular, strong boy in swimming trunks, about the same age and height. Only instead of a straight sword he had a curved sabre. And the boy had black, neatly trimmed hair.
  It was clear that the young gladiators were about equal, both experienced and worth a lot. But they were still children in age. Their hair was neat, they were cut, and before the fight the boys took a bath. The soles of the young fighters, washed from dust, were calloused, and during training they even ran on coals. Such were the fighting youths.
  Conan the Barbarian ordered:
  - Give them another whack! Let them fight longer!
  Two slave girls jumped out, almost naked, muscular, heavily tanned, but with light hair, and handed the boys shields, which they put on their left hands.
  Now the young gladiators were ready. Both slave girls knelt down and kissed the boys' bare feet. Which was considered a very great honor for warriors who had not yet grown a beard.
  At the same time, the king's retinue and guests made bets. Secretly, with the help of balls. And this was a very good tradition.
  Jasmine this queen noticed:
  - I wouldn't want either of the boys to be killed! They are both worthy and brave fighters!
  Conan reminded:
  - The king has the right to stop the fight and award victory! So don't worry about the boys!
  The young, muscular blonde woman and manager remarked:
  - The main thing for a young warrior is not to disgrace his honor and the honor of the kingdom!
  Conan replied jokingly:
  - Sometimes I want to establish a republic!
  Krom chuckled and said:
  - A donut for the king, a hole from a donut for the people! What the hell do we need a republic for!
  The bets were already made. The gong sounded and the young fighters came together in a fight. Sabre and sword crossed and sparks flew.
  Queen Jasmine sang:
  Heroism has no age,
  You boys are fighters from God...
  Among the facets of the great cosmos,
  You will not find any other way!
  The boy gladiators dealt many blows, but almost all of them were in defense. They only caused a few small cuts with the sword and sabre.
  The blonde hostess noted:
  - The boys are on top!
  Krom noted:
  - My school! I trained Ryzhik! I think there will be a good fight!
  The blonde girl noted:
  - And Kotik is not a bad warrior and gladiator!
  Here Zenobia, who had been modestly silent until then, entered the conversation. She tossed the knife up with her bare toes, caught it and noted with a smile:
  - The boys are nothing special. But I would show them the best!
  Jasmine giggled and noted:
  - Maybe you'll fight me?
  Zenobia snapped back like a tigress:
  - This is exactly what I dream about! Come on!
  Conan chuckled and noted:
  - You'll hurt each other and scratch each other's eyes out! It's better to let the boys fight, I don't feel so sorry for them!
  Trocero suggested:
  - Maybe we should bring out ten boys at once? That would be much more interesting?
  Conan countered:
  - In a gladiator battle, it"s not the quantity that"s interesting, but the quality!
  The boys' fight continued. Both boys, although they swung their swords and sabres a lot, acted rather cautiously. And they only got a couple more small scratches. This began to bother Conan, and the barbarian king ordered:
  - A piece of coal under their bare feet! Let them be more active!
  The slave girls with bronze baskets took coals out of them with steel ladles and began to throw them on the metal surface. The boys began to step on the coals with their bare, rough feet. Although the soles of their feet were very calloused, the burning coal still burned, and it was painful.
  The child warriors screamed and groaned. It really hurt them. And the boys began to fight more vigorously. The black-haired boy got a rather deep wound on his chest. He responded and the red-haired boy got a large cut on his thigh.
  After which the boys got really mad. And the blood started flowing with great intensity. The number of wounds on the boys' bodies began to grow rapidly.
  Zenobia noted:
  - What smooth, soft skin boys have, it"s nice when it"s decorated with scars!
  Queen Jasmine objected:
  - No! Don't hurt the boys! Conan, stop fighting!
  The King of Aquilonia roared:
  - No way! Your demands are too high!
  A young and beautiful woman noticed:
  - These are your boys. Soon Turan and Nemedia will invade Aquilonia and you will need warriors. And each of them will be valuable!
  Trocero confirmed:
  - Yes, your majesty, these boys risk injuring each other and becoming disabled!
  Conan responded by throwing down his gauntlet, signaling the end of the fight.
  The boys, already badly wounded, staggered away. Their bare, childish, but strong feet left scarlet, graceful marks on the metal surface.
  The King of Aquilonia declared:
  - A draw! And that's fair!
  Then he looked back and asked:
  - Well then... Let the girls fight, it will be very pleasant for the male eye.
  At that moment, a boy messenger ran in. He was wearing only shorts, his bare, dusty heels flashing, and chirped:
  - The red-haired woman, the manager of Alaka, just brought a new fighter. And how rumors have already spread about him, that he is unusually strong!
  Conan grinned and asked:
  - Is he tall?
  The boy messenger shook his fair, cropped head:
  - No! He looks no more than twelve, but his muscles are like tiles and his veins are tight, like wire!
  The King of Aquilonia nodded:
  - That's good! Let Krom fight him!
  The Crown Prince remarked:
  - He's too small to fight me!
  Conan countered:
  - Gron was also a bit small, but you fought him! And now you can go and stretch your bones!
  Zenobia giggled and noted:
  - If Krom doesn"t want to, then I can fight too!
  Queen Jasmine also giggled and noted:
  - Yes, the boy is the most suitable opponent for you to fight!
  The two queens, one the reigning one, the other the wife of Conan, looked at each other with great malice. They resembled panthers ready to spring upon each other.
  Krom said in annoyance:
  - I'll fight well! And I swear by my godfather God Crom, I'll box his ears!
  Conan grinned. He wanted to give the order to bring swords, but changed his mind. The risk of losing an heir, or a new, probably very promising fighter, was too great.
  And the king ordered:
  - Bring soft gloves!
  Krom stammered:
  - And what is this for?
  Conan replied mockingly:
  - I don't want your pretty nose to get broken, son!
  Zenobia agreed:
  - Yes! So the boys will hit each other, and without gloves, they too often just wrestle, which is not as interesting as a fight with swings and swings!
  The blonde hostess nodded:
  - I will judge this fight myself! And I think it will be very interesting!
  The king waved his hand. Music was heard.
  Getu-Akvasar was brought into the palace of his sworn enemy. The old, or rather ancient building was quite massive. Conan had not had time to significantly rebuild it, and thanks to the thick walls and windows located high above the floor, it played the role of an excellent fortress.
  There was moderate luxury inside. So barbaric and at the same time tasteful. There were many multi-colored vases with pictures full of bouquets of flowers.
  The boy's bare feet walked on the marble tiles with a pattern. The aromas of plants were spreading, there was also a smell of lamp oil. And other very strong smells, including those of animals, which were skins, or stuffed. There were also very beautiful statues of naked and curvy girls, with tiled presses.
  Geta-Akvazar grinned - it looked extremely funny. In general, he loved girls, they with their smooth and soft skin and pleasant aroma are so wonderful. And legs, and hips, and waist, and chest and face, everything in the fair sex looks great, especially in their youth. Akvazar even dreamed of finding such a potion, or magic, to make it so that women do not age, but are forever young and beautiful. And to have a world in which men would turn into boys - so obedient, muscular, beautiful.
  And they would be given a special mark that would make them eternally young and obedient. And how great it would be if the whole world consisted of slave boys and slave girls, eternally young, and with bare, muscular, tanned, graceful legs.
  On the way, beautiful slave girls threw beautiful rose petals and violets under Goethe's bare, children's feet. The warrior boy smiled and winked at the girls. They bowed and began to purr.
  Here, barefoot, half-naked, but very muscular boy Aquasar entered the hall where Conan and his retinue were feasting.
  And the King of Aquilonia fixed his gaze on the child. The boy really looked no more than twelve years old. But his muscles were very defined and beautiful. Zenobia smiled, the little man was very beautiful. Although he was still a child.
  Krom sighed with disappointment. The boy was shorter than him, and inferior in age and weight. A victory over such an opponent would not add glory, and a defeat would be doubly shameful. And you can"t argue with something like that. More precisely, you can argue, but without motivation for the fight.
  Conan announced with a grin:
  - Here he is, our young friend! I think he will put up a worthy fight.
  Jasmine looked at the boy with wide eyes and suddenly felt a vague anxiety. Although the child was beautiful, shapely, and his face seemed like the face of an angel.
  But something really worried the girl. Or rather, not the girl, but the woman, still young, but already mature and full of strength.
  Zenobia said with a laugh:
  - This is truly a phenomenal fighter! I think you'll show us.
  And the girl, who had recently been a slave, threw him a coin. Geta easily caught it with his bare toes. Then he threw the gold roundel higher and sang:
  Gold is of course beautiful,
  But girls are sweeter to boys...
  It is dangerous to argue with temptation,
  Kill the villain in rage!
  The King of Avilonia nodded with a smile:
  - I see you can compose well. And very dexterous, and fast. - Conan grinned and noted. - I offer you to fight my son Crom. If you win, I will give you as much gold as you weigh and make you the commander of the children's legion!
  Zenobia muttered:
  - Isn't that too generous? Maybe it would be enough to make it just in case of victory as the commander of the children's legion?
  Conan growled fiercely:
  - Do you value my son so little?! Are you stingy with a piece of gold for him?!
  The king's wife shrugged:
  - It is your will, lord! I will not argue with you!
  Queen Jasmine whispered:
  - I feel that this boy is not as simple as he seems!
  The king nodded his head on his bull's neck:
  - Of course! I sense a great warrior talent in him! All the more reason to fight my son, and to reduce the risk of injury, he should wear soft gloves. Well, let's place bets!
  Beautiful slave girls ran up to the boy fighters and put soft, cotton mittens on their hands, reducing the risk of injury.
  After which both fighters bowed to each other. Both boys were fair-haired, very handsome and muscular, tanned and trained in only swimming trunks. But Crom looked a couple of years older and bigger. Moreover, he had been seen in action more than once. Therefore, most of the bets went to Conan's son.
  The boys stood facing each other. Geta was smiling, and so was Krom, as if they were friends. And there was no tension.
  A slave girl approached them, swinging her luxurious hips. She splashed pink water on the boy fighters.
  Then the gong sounded - the beginning of the battle. Krom struck the first blows, with his right hand. Geta only slightly moved and his fist in a soft glove flew past. Krom tried to strike with his foot, but ran into a strong block. After which Geta responded, and his fist in the glove slid along Krom's cheekbone.
  The boys broke the distance. Conan's son, being quite an experienced fighter, noted that his opponent was very fast, and it was difficult to compensate for this. And it was better to keep him at a distance.
  Krom began to attack. He struck with his left hand and his right foot. He tried to hit the body. Geta parried skillfully and hit himself. He hit Krom in the solar plexus with his bare heel. The boy bent over. Aquazar did not finish him off, but let him catch his breath and straighten up. The audience appreciated the boy's nobility.
  Krom attacked again. He felt anger inside himself. Moreover, the enemy seemed to be playing cat and mouse. And he really did shift and seemed elusive.
  Zenobia noted:
  - Yes, he's a techie! He acts cleverly!
  Queen Jasmine stated:
  - It's like a demon!
  Geta again performed an elusive move, and made Krom fall to the floor. He actually got up, and was on the attack. But the boy wizard threw him over himself. The crowd was literally delighted. A beautiful sight. Krom hits again, not even quite according to the rules, aiming his foot at the balls. But Geta is on guard and parries the blow. He continues to control the course of the fight. Krom carries out a combination of punches with his hands, but receives an elusive hook in response to the chin. Then it gets more and more heated.
  Geta is becoming more and more unstoppable in his attack. And his bare feet are flashing like propeller blades. But Krom is no pushover either and parries most of the blows.
  But he still missed the chin, the boy's bare shin, and then collapsed. The blow was really strong and the young gladiator spread his arms and half of his childish, tender face turned blue.
  The barefoot, tanned girl referee, with her breasts and hips barely covered by thin strips of fabric, began to count slowly.
  Only when the count of ten was reached did the boy prince rise with difficulty, he was swaying.
  Geta was in no hurry to finish off, but bowed slightly.
  Queen Jasmine exclaimed:
  - We must stop the fight immediately!
  Conan grinned and asked:
  - And why is that?
  The young woman replied:
  - He could get hurt or die!
  The Barbarian King exclaimed:
  - No! This is my son, and he must fight to the end!
  Geta, catching his father's gesture, jumped up to Krom. He delivered a combination of fists to his chin, and added an elbow to his nose, breaking it. A little blood flowed, and the boy-prince fell again. With a superhuman effort, Krom jumped up, but received another blow to the head with his shin and fell.
  Zenobia remarked with a grin:
  - Your son seems to have lost Con. It's time to stop the fight before someone gets killed.
  The Barbarian King exclaimed:
  - No! Until the end!
  The fight continued. Geta nobly did not hit the man lying down and allowed Krom to rise. But the boy-prince did it with great difficulty and staggering. His face, so gentle and beautiful, was pale. Geta allowed him to hit him in the chin with his fist. And smiled. Then he jumped sharply and kicked him in the chest.
  On the tanned, light-bronze skin of the young fighter there remained the imprint of Geta's bare, graceful, boyish foot. And Krom fell again. The crowd rejoiced.
  Geta bowed again. He really wanted to hit his prostrate opponent on the back of the head, but that would have been bad manners. And it was not noble to hit a defeated opponent.
  Somehow the boy prince got up and even tried to kick Geta, but he only managed to touch the boy"s shoulder.
  Then the dark lord answered. Twisting in the air, the boy gladiator drove his bare, childish, but strong heel into the chin of his opponent. The blow hit the tip, and the bone flew, and Crom, arms outstretched, fell dead.
  This time it was clear that he would not rise again!
  Nevertheless, the almost naked and very beautiful, shapely and muscular girl referee began to count. She counted deliberately slowly, to give the defeated boy prince time to rise.
  But Krom lay motionless, his arms outstretched, his bare, graceful boyish legs. He seemed even more handsome this way, his muscular, tanned chest heaving heavily.
  The female referee counted to ten and announced:
  - Our young guest from the unknown country of Geta has won!
  Conan roared:
  - What a fine fellow he is! A great fighter! Bring here a big bag of gold and scales. Now we will weigh the boy and give him a generous portion of the yellow metal!
  Zenobia asked with a smile:
  - And take him into your team!
  The Barbarian King grinned and remarked, "I think such a great fighter deserves more than commanding a legion of children!"
  . CHAPTER #7.
  Emperor Abaldui of Turan was watching another fight. A girl with beautiful light, curly hair came out first. She was wearing tight panties and a thin strip of fabric on her chest. The tanned and muscular girl bowed to the king and his retinue.
  The Emperor bit into a bull's leg in sauce. He ate the meat. And noted:
  - Good girl. You're a super opponent!
  Two boys in swimming trunks came out against her. They looked to be thirteen or twelve years old. Both the girl and the boys were barefoot, and their soles were clearly calloused, from pebbles and large gravel.
  The Empress noted:
  - Little men... They are cute, it's a pity that their skin is soft, the boys will be covered in scars. And maybe even lacerations.
  Abalduy asked with a smile:
  - How about frying their bare soles?
  The Empress licked her lips:
  - This is super!
  The girl and two boys were armed with swords in their right hands and shields on their left.
  And so, at the signal of the gong, they grappled. Sparks, so bright, rained down from the swords. And the girl fought very well. But the boys did not give in either.
  Abalduy cackled:
  Subject to the Emperor,
  It's clear, it's clear!
  And the whole earth trembles,
  And he's afraid of me!
  Everything became funny here. Even to the point of colic. The children also fought extremely actively.
  And the emperor thought. He had several times more territory than Aquilonia. And population too. His empire is the largest on this planet. And the army, of course, too. Together with Nemedea, they send three hundred thousand soldiers, against sixty thousand of Aquilonia. This is generally enough for victory. True, Queen Jasmine, whom Conan saved when, can send fifty to sixty thousand warriors. Plus Xena and Ophir. And some other countries that can help Conan, if only they are not strangled by Turan. It is dangerous to withdraw troops from other parts of the border. And this made the prospects of war vague. And Conan is truly a rare and strong fighter.
  But Abaldui had his own staff sorcerer. Also a sorcerer of no mean caliber. And he even helped in the conquests, and not weakly. But this sorcerer just happened to be ill, and without him things were not going well. Conan could gather large forces. About two hundred thousand, and that already gave a fifty-fifty chance in battle. And also Conan himself and Zena, very strong fighters who could lay down hundreds of people.
  There was something to think about here.
  One of the boy gladiators was wounded and could not get up. A slave girl ran to him and burned his bare heel with a hot iron. The boy screamed and tried to get up. The fight flared up with new force, although the child could barely stand on his feet.
  Abaldui noted:
  - This is a real fight! Keep fighting.
  The boys started fighting with renewed vigor. But then one of them fell again. The girl was also wounded.
  In fact, the battle is bloody, and neither holy nor just.
  The Empress licked her lips:
  - This is cool!
  Somewhere in the distance, a skirmish between bandits and guards was taking place. A dozen thugs had broken out of the encirclement. They were pursued by horsemen with great fury.
  Blood flowed from under the sabers, the blades flashed. This was truly a fight in the pleboy style.
  Among the bandits there was a large, red-haired woman. And her copper-red hair fluttered like a proletarian banner. Now that was a real bandit. And all she was wearing was a short tunic that didn't hide her very strong, muscular, bare legs. So the girl was really not so good.
  She cut the guard down with a blow of her sword. And blood spilled out like a splash of a tsunami wave.
  Here the chieftain sang:
  We are evil robbers,
  And you, you are dead!
  Dead!
  And her bare, girlish heels flashed as she ran, or rather, fled from pursuit.
  They tried to throw a lasso around her unwomanly powerful neck. But the girl just fell off. And even threw the rider off his horse. So the fight went uphill. Now that's real abuse. And it was just total abuse. If you can call a skirmish between small detachments that.
  A powerful woman adds speed with her leaps. One of the guards releases an arrow. And the fair sex catches it with her bare toes. This is truly a heroine woman sung about in poems. And in response, she throws the arrow back, hitting the enemy.
  And the warrior of Turan falls and the plumage comes out of his throat. And this is truly a lunge of murderous allegory.
  Most of the bandits die, showered with arrows. But their atomansha leaves again and again. And this allows her to bare her teeth in a menacing grin.
  And laugh at the same time:
  - Ha, ha, ha! You didn't catch the cat!
  Which is indeed funny, and at the same time not funny!
  The powerful woman managed to take off and break away.
  And she even sang:
  The heroes rush away from the chase,
  A stranger has broken in and won't catch up!
  And the Emperor of Turan watched, not particularly interested in what was happening in his realm beyond the battlefield. Here, however, the girl finished off the last boy. The young gladiator's bare, childish heel was cauterized. He twitched and went quiet.
  The boys were hooked by the ribs and dragged from the arena. That was how the duel ended.
  The Empress noted with a sigh:
  - I feel sorry for the boys!
  Abalduy sang:
  I also feel sorry for the victim to the point of tears,
  It's time to howl - as if I were a dog!
  The Grand Vizier suggested:
  - Maybe then, your majesty, unarmed fights. Or, for example, a warrior woman or a warrior man against animals.
  The Emperor nodded:
  - Exactly! Let our best gladiator Prometheus fight the lion. I'm already tired of watching boys and women fight!
  The Empress remarked:
  - I think Prometheus can defeat Conan the Barbarian!
  Abaldui shrugged:
  - Perhaps! But this Conan is not only strong and fast, but also very cunning.
  The first wife of the ruler of Turan, Grobovaya, noted:
  - For every trick, there is a counter-trick! Especially when it comes to ninja!
  The red-haired female vizier confirmed:
  - Yes, oh great one, ninjas are something! They also have magic, and even Conan the Barbarian is powerless against them! Although he is a great fighter!
  The Empress smiled... Prometheus still had to get to the arena, and now three girls were fighting an adult man in battle.
  It was the gladiator Vepr. Quite an experienced fighter. And the girls were almost doomed.
  Abaldui noted:
  - You know! I changed my mind, let's unleash a crocodile on the Boar. Today I'm in a lyrical mood and I want the girls not to die!
  The Grand Vizier nodded:
  - Yes, your majesty, that is why women are the fair sex, because they should be especially protected and cherished.
  The gladiator Vepr was a large man of bullish build. He fought in sandals and armor. In one hand a sword, in the other a dagger - such a monster.
  Overall, the fight promised to be interesting. The crocodile was already crawling out. The animal looks clumsy, but in fact it is quite agile and dangerous.
  Grobovaya giggled. Two young men of about fifteen ran up to her. They were wearing only swimming trunks, and both were very handsome. Such teenage Apollos. And taking off the empress's jeweled shoes, they began to massage the young woman's bare feet.
  The Empress sang:
  - The stronger sex is so beautiful -
  And the fair sex is dangerous!
  You are handsome young men,
  Let's just say - well done!
  The crocodile rushed to attack the Boar. The latter quite deftly moved and tried to chop with his sword. The worst thing is that such a beast is very difficult to damage. Therefore, only the most outstanding gladiators could fight the crocodile, and even then the chances were neck and neck.
  The Empress ordered the teenage boys:
  - Kiss my feet!
  The cute boys began to shower her legs with kisses, which is very pleasant for a woman. And she is young, very beautiful, and the young men also get excited, and do it with genuine enthusiasm. And sometimes they, slaves, have to please older women and even men. Which is unpleasant for straight boys, to put it mildly. And then Grobova has such skin, and like a young woman herself, almost a girl, she smells pleasantly and seductively. Now that is a miracle, so to speak.
  Abalduy turned a blind eye to the progress of the fight. The crocodile is not a very fast animal and the Boar managed to dodge its jaws. It was a question of endurance. But usually a man gave in faster than a reptile. So the Boar was simply sent out to die slowly.
  Abaldui was interested in the following: would the ninja warrior be able to eliminate Xena?
  Grobovaya replied:
  - Of course, oh my lord! Although she herself has magic and knows how to fight like hell. Xena is an extremely strong fighter, and she was trained to fight by the God of War Mars himself!
  The Emperor remarked doubtfully:
  - Does God Mars exist?
  The Empress nodded:
  - Yes, lord! And that's a fact!
  Abaldui doubted:
  - Why didn"t he ever appear to me then?
  Grobovaya laughed and replied:
  - Because... The Olympian Gods are more busy fighting each other and they don't care about people. Well, Xena is a separate story.
  Abaldui nodded. Two girls ran up to him. They were almost naked. And they sat down on the sides of the emperor. The ruler of Turan began to feel up the girls. He was also a young and handsome man, quite muscular, of strong breed. So the slave girls found his touches pleasant.
  Abaldui noted:
  - Xena is too dangerous to be lured away. I would like to become a super warrior myself!
  The red-haired female vizier noted:
  - When the chief sorcerer returns, then maybe something will happen.
  The Emperor muttered:
  - And what about the chief sorcerer? What is he doing!
  The Grand Vizier replied:
  - He's looking for something that can defeat Conan! And that's the main thing!
  Abaldui muttered:
  - What exactly?
  The red-haired female vizier replied:
  - We don't know for sure. But Conan captured the special belt of the ruler of Ishma. Conan himself is not wearing it. So the barbarian king hid it somewhere, or gave it to someone. And this belt contains colossal power. Well, there is also the heart of God. It is in the possession of little-known sorcerers, but it was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all times and nations, and the king of an entire nation of wizards.
  After these words she nodded. Boy slaves of about fourteen years old ran towards her, flashing their bare feet and round heels. The female vizier lay down on her stomach and the teenagers began to massage her back. And it is very pleasant when you are touched by the hands of young men, with still quite tender and smooth skin. And these very beautiful slaves massage very skillfully.
  Grobovaya also lay down on her stomach. And the young men began to massage her back. Which was really great.
  Both women, beautiful, muscular and young, purred with pleasure.
  Abaldui took the whip in his hands. A naked slave girl crawled up to him on her knees. And the emperor with great pleasure hit her on the back with the whip. The girl screamed thinly.
  Abaldui began to beat the barefoot, naked slave with a whip. She was wearing only a diadem on her head, sparkling with precious stones. And this created a resemblance between the slave and a princess, which excited the emperor even more. And it must be said, it was great. The girl's light bronze skin burst and blood spurted.
  Abaldui licked his lips carnivorously. But that was not enough for him. At the signal, the black slave brought a torch to the bare sole of the slave girl. The flame carnivorously licked the bare, round heel of the beautiful slave girl. And she screamed, the pleasant smell of burnt, young, female skin wafted in.
  The Emperor's retinue applauded. Indeed, such a thing looked funny. And at the same time tragic, despite all the attractiveness. And the spectacle was mesmerizing.
  The Emperor chuckled and noted:
  - How good and pleasant it is to torment girls. Not every ruler will understand this. When the fair sex is mocked and humiliated, how exciting and enjoyable it is!
  The girls burned the other heel with a torch. And she screamed again. And indeed, something like that is very cool.
  Meanwhile, Vepr was the first to run out of steam. The crocodile caught up with him and bit off half his leg. The big man collapsed and began to bleed.
  The toothy monster pounced on him and began to tear him apart. Blood flowed and pieces of bloody meat flew in all directions.
  Abaldui sang with gusto:
  - I didn't want to moderate Billy,
  Crocodile appetites...
  To keep Billy from getting beaten,
  There wasn't even a day!
  What nonsense!
  And how he bursts out laughing. It's like a hippopotamus. And in general, this gathering resembles a gathering of cannibals.
  The grave, whose back was being massaged by very handsome and muscular young men, noted:
  - I want the boy to be tortured too!
  Abalduy chuckled and muttered:
  - A completely understandable desire! Well, go ahead!
  The emperor's wife stood up. The slave girls brought her a broom made of spruce branches.
  She took it in her hand. They brought in a teenage boy of about fourteen. A very handsome boy, a sight to behold, with well-defined muscles.
  Grobovaya began to beat him with this spruce broom. She really liked to cause pain, especially to handsome, small men, and it was terribly exciting.
  The young woman, beating the pretty teenager, roared:
  How wonderful it is to torture guys,
  Beating cute boys with a whip...
  I really became stronger,
  And she gave me a dozen bumps!
  
  This is how slaves should be raised,
  With a whip, harshly, without knowing mercy...
  And without wasting unnecessary words here,
  Getting rewarded for it!
  
  It is not for nothing that the Marquis de Sade,
  Described the voluptuousness of torture...
  Sending the boys to hell,
  Right on the first try!
  
  Burn your bare heels, boys,
  And carve a brand on his chest...
  So that there are no zeros in the debit,
  Give the boy a lot of bumps and bruises!
  Clutching the whip tightly in his hand,
  I beat the boys without mercy...
  Strength will be in your fist,
  And we will receive rewards for this!
  
  But break the boy's toes,
  With red-hot tongs...
  This is cool girl, you know,
  Pierce the boy with horns!
  
  There will be no mercy for the enemies,
  I believe you are the queen of suffering...
  And shame and disgrace to the enemy,
  And I take off like a bird of prey!
  
  I make you run barefoot,
  The boy over hot coals...
  I'll pull you with a lasso by force,
  I'm giving this guy a real kick in the ass!
  
  There will be some, believe me,
  That the pain will blow your mind...
  The girl will growl like a beast,
  Torturing the boys savagely!
  
  Know this well,
  The strong torment those who are weak...
  The steering wheel is fixed in the hands of the oar,
  Torturing guys never gets boring!
  
  Well, in short, I whipped the boy,
  She beat me until I lost consciousness...
  Loved the young man,
  This is the soul of a crocodile!
  
  And when she untwisted the whip,
  Hitting hard, with all my might...
  She burst into tears like a bear,
  And sent the boy to his grave!
  
  Let's put the boy into circulation,
  His skin will be used for gloves...
  And from the blood there will be compote,
  And we'll burn your heels with iron!
  
  I have the reputation of being the queen of executioners,
  I'm a girl who has no pity...
  The coolest and the most agile of all,
  And try to call to account!
  While singing, the empress beat the boy almost to death. And only when his heels were burned again did he twitch.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - Okay, I'm being kind today! That's enough for now. Moreover, I'm allowing him to try our wonderful balm on him, which heals any wound!
  And the whole retinue, especially the slaves, exclaimed with enthusiasm:
  - Glory to the Empress! The kindest of the kindest!
  Grobovaya added:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  After which finally came the interesting fight and the culmination of the evening. The gladiator Prometheus entered the ring. He was in boots and armor. Mighty and strong, and at the same time agile.
  In this case, he had to fight a lion.
  But Grobovaya changed her mind and said:
  - No, I want boys' blood!
  Five young slaves were driven into the arena, straight from the quarries. They were naked, and each had a sword in his hand. The boys were quite muscular, and hardened by hard work, but not trained to fight. Brands burned on the shoulders of the young slaves - showing their status. The boys worked part of the time in the mines, and part on the surface. So that the slaves did not die so quickly, they were alternated. Therefore, the skin of the teenagers was tanned, and their bare feet were completely hardened by the sharp stones. Some of them worked in the mines from the age of three, and were distinguished by their endurance and dry muscles.
  The grave shouted:
  - Don't kill them to death, Prometheus! I'd rather finish them off myself!
  The mighty gladiator grinned. In general, fighting five strong teenagers of fifteen or fourteen years old is quite a risky business. But Prometheus is a renowned fighter capable of much. And the boys, although physically developed, seemed to be holding swords awkwardly in their hands for the first time. So there was no particular risk for the best gladiator of Turan.
  Well, and accordingly, almost all the bets were on him. By the way, Chriss came to the table. He was the eldest son and heir of Abaldui. The boy looked about twelve years old, and he was physically developed, trained and studied with the best swordsmen of the empire.
  So Chris exclaimed:
  - Let me fight them instead! I want to fight!
  Grobovaya objected:
  - It's too risky with four at once! I mean, excuse me, even with five! One on one...
  Abalduy chuckled and asked:
  - Do you want him to fight with the slaves from the quarries?
  The Empress nodded:
  - Yes! We need to start with serious things! And it's time for our son to really strike! He'll be ten years old tomorrow! And that's a man's age!
  The Emperor confirmed:
  -Okay! I know my son well! Let them fight one on one!
  Chriss took off his luxurious clothes and sandals, remaining in only swimming trunks. It was obvious that he was a very handsome, blond boy with muscles sculpted like chocolate bars. He took his sword, which was especially hardened and finely crafted, into his hands.
  The youngest of the young slaves was chosen against him. He looked to be fourteen or thirteen and was slightly taller than Chriss. The young slave's body was also muscular, but leaner and thinner. Indeed, in the quarries, slaves are given only porridge with fruit so that they do not suffer from scurvy and water. Well, children sometimes get milk and fish on holidays. Here you will not get well-fed working from dawn to dusk.
  The attitude towards slaves in the quarries is - either work or sleep. Well, every tenth day there is also a prayer to the pagan gods. So the boy is really very hardy and strong. The weak simply die from overload. It's good that the young slaves spend about half of their time on the surface - and therefore at least breathe fresh air and sunbathe. And you would have completely exhaled.
  Quarries are the worst kind of slavery. Of course, it's better in the fields, and even better as a house slave. Well, it's also very bad to be a slave on a galley. Although if they set a sail, they can have a rest.
  Physically, the slave boy is no weaker than Chriss. But the latter, having trained and practiced since infancy, already by the age of ten, has mastered the blade to perfection.
  And the sword of the young heir is so cool. Not a piece of rough iron, and even dull and unsharpened, from a slave boy. So everyone believed in Kriss. And Abaldui decided to take a risk and show that he completely trusted his son. And that he would win.
  The two boys stood facing each other. Chris was wearing swimming trunks. And his opponent was left naked. Really, why waste money on underwear or a loincloth? It's warm in the mines all year round, just like on the surface. It's true that it's cooler in winter than in summer, but the climate on this planet is less contrasting than on Earth, and the luminaries are different, so... It's like India, where you can walk around naked and barefoot all year round without much discomfort.
  But clothes are status. And the most insignificant slave is naked, and the noble one dresses more luxuriously.
  Kriss smiled at the slave boy. He even felt sorry for him. From the age of three in the mines - hard work, beatings, and no games or entertainment. Slaves are used to the fullest extent. And only in dreams can there be some kind of entertainment or game. But otherwise you are like an animal: you carry stones in baskets, chop them with picks or axes, or push a wheelbarrow. In the best case, when you are still very small, you pick up stones dropped by older children.
  The slave boy is indeed very hardy - eleven years of continuous hard work, and his tendons show through like wire.
  Grobovaya thought that the boy was quite handsome, and if her son did not kill him, she would ask him to pardon him.
  The boy slave was washed from dust before the fight, and it is clear that despite the traces of the whip, especially on his back, sides and shoulders, he has sweet, childish features, a high smooth forehead, a masculine chin. And his skin is much darker than his light hair. And when the young slave smiles, he has very large and white teeth.
  Yes, Grobovaya felt a surge of lust within herself. And in the meantime, the gong sounded. The boys met in battle. They had only swords without shields.
  The slave boy swings his weapon like a stick, albeit quickly. It is clear that he is a naturally agile slave, even if untrained.
  Kriss is no slouch either. He makes a deft lunge and leaves a mark on the slave boy's bony chest. A rather light one. And he says with a grin:
  - I will kill you slowly!
  In response, the young, muscular, lean slave replies:
  - If death, then instantaneous; if wounds, then fatal!
  . CHAPTER #8.
  Geta-Akvazar went to the military camp department where the boys were training and practicing. He must now become their mentor, and show them techniques, despite his outwardly young age.
  And Conan the Barbarian decided to fence with Xena. This warrior woman, although muscular and strong in appearance, is not a mare in stature. And Conan is taller and heavier than her, and seems stronger in appearance. But Xena is as agile as a cat. And it is very difficult to fight against her. She defeated almost all men. Only the God of War Mars himself and Jupiter's son Hercules got the better of her.
  And of course Conan - who, despite his heroic physique and tall stature, was distinguished by his high fencing technique and the speed of a leopard.
  There were men taller and heavier than Conan the Barbarian, he is tall, but still not a giant. But to have such technique and speed. Varvara is already over forty, but looks thirty, or a little more, and her body is cast steel. Zena is also no younger, maybe even fifty, and has even more experience in various adventures. But you wouldn't give her even thirty years - very fresh, her face is wrinkle-free, and her skin does not leave scars. She obviously has the secret of rejuvenation.
  Or maybe she drank ambrosia, which the God of War Mars treated her to, and it also rejuvenates.
  In any case, Conan is in the prime of life, agile, a mature man not yet approaching old age, and she is an eternal, young girl.
  And of course, how can we not fence with each other.
  Conan certainly didn't want to fight the child Geta. Victory would bring no glory, and defeat by the boy would be a disgrace. But to the invincible Xena, losing is not a disgrace, and winning is doubly honorable. So Conan can be understood.
  They took wooden swords, though, so as not to kill, two in each hand. Conan was in short pants, sadnadiliya and bare-chested. And Xena was almost naked, barefoot and in only panties. Her muscles are not massive, but very prominent, with deep drawing and a thin waist. Press like tiles, face with a masculine chin. Hair black, slightly giving off blue, and tanned like bronze. But the facial features are European, like Conan, who is also very dark.
  Both fighters began to circle and then converge. Swords clashed every now and then. Both Xena and Conan demonstrated high defense technique and quick reactions. The lighter warrior queen, however, expected that she would be able to out-fence the man, who was heavier, and therefore had more inertia.
  But Conan really surprised that with such a rather massive musculature of Hercules he was so fast and agile. As if he was not a powerful man, but the agility of a small kitten. Maybe there were men who could lift more weight than Conan, but no one could compare with him in agility. Well, maybe except for Xena. Conan couldn't hook her either.
  The warrior girl, or rather the young woman, moved her bare, slender feet very deftly. They were as dexterous as a cat's paws. And so she lifted the sand with her bare foot and sprinkled it in Conan's eyes. But the barbarian king had easily escaped. He understood that this was how the black tigress would act.
  Then they came together again, and crossed swords again. And again the fight. And even sparks fly from the wood.
  Such an equal fight. Xena tried to kick the barbarian in the groin, but he blocked the blow. So the fight continued on equal terms.
   Then Conan himself tried to strike, but was unsuccessful. And Xena was on guard and expected a trick. So the fight continued, with varying success and dynamic balance.
  Zenobia was playing chess with Trocero, which was somewhat different from the earthly one. Both in the large number of squares, figures, and variety of moves.
  For now they were also playing on equal terms. Music was playing, girls were dancing in minimal clothing.
  Geta-Akvazar, meanwhile, was already giving his first lessons to the boy warriors. There were boys no older than fourteen. But some of them, even at that age, were already quite tall and muscular, much larger than their new mentor.
  And of course they wanted to test Geta's strength. So they came together.
  A boy of about fourteen, but looking sixteen, suggested they fight.
  Geta-Akvazar accepted the challenge. The young hero rushed at the former dark lord. Geta, expecting something like this, stepped out of the line of attack and tripped him. The large teenager fell. But he immediately jumped up and burst into a stream of dirty curses.
  Geta didn't play. He took and hit him in the chin with his bare, round heel. And his opponent fell into a deep knockout. The blow landed right on the tip, and that knocks him out for a long time.
  After this, the other boys began to treat their young mentor with greater respect.
  Geta-Akvazar ordered them to do push-ups. The boys did the exercises with their fists, or sat on each other's backs. Then they squatted holding heavy boulders on their shoulders. The boys worked together, their muscular, tanned bodies sweating and glistening as if greased.
  The child warriors worked and prepared for battle.
  Geta chose a bigger and more muscular boy. And he began to demonstrate his skills on him. In particular, he tried to rush at the former dark lord. And Geta easily threw him over himself and made him rumble. The muscular teenager, however, got up, and the fight continued.
  Geta noted:
  - You have strong bones!
  Several women were watching the boys. The young warriors were wearing only swimming trunks, and they were all muscular, tanned, handsome, and the women were interested in watching the boys train, practice, and fight. And how their muscles tensed and relaxed, swayed under their tanned, dark skin, like ripples in the sea. And it was very attractive to the female gaze to watch.
  Then you can have fun with some of the bigger and older guys. They wash themselves all the time, and the fair sex feels good with them.
  Geta had completely exhausted the tall teenager, and he was completely exhausted, and bruises appeared on his muscular body. And then Aquazar allowed him to rest.
  In general, I wanted to train the boys more harshly and cripplingly. In particular, Geta decided to make them run barefoot on hot stones. And the boys ran and squealed from pain. But it was a tough workout. The soles of the young warriors are, of course, rough and calloused, and the coal does not really hurt them. But some younger children still get blisters from the fire.
  But they maintain their presence of mind and courage and try to stretch their children's lips into a smile.
  The slave girls throw coals out of the goats. Geta himself runs over them without getting burned. The other boys smell burnt. If you wait a little, the coal will burn through your calluses. And it will hurt, a blister will swell. And it smells like pork being fried.
  Geta sang with a smile:
  Don't be afraid of hot coals,
  Boy, be you a furious hero...
  I write a lot of poems,
  About the boys who walk in formation!
  After such a run, of course, there will be archery. Geta decided to show his skill. The boy and he is also the tempo ruler of Ishma, raised his bow. He looked at how high the crows were circling. The child warrior pulled the tight bowstring and released the arrow upward. And so it flew with such force that it pierced three crows at once, so only feathers flew.
  The boy warriors cried out in unison:
  - This is super!
  Then other children started shooting. They did it with great enthusiasm. And the arrows just rained down. Now that was a really big shooting.
  Some boys pulled the bowstring with their bare toes. And they launched it with furious force. And it flew at high speeds. Geta did the same. And he shot down not only a crow, but also a hefty vulture.
  The children trained very well and played sports. The boys also did the splits, stretching their legs. And that was also very cool. This is a children's legion of great fighters.
  The enemy cannot stand against them.
  Geta sang:
  We boys are strong in battle,
  They are even capable of fighting a giant...
  We are essentially eagles,
  It wasn't in vain that we trained!
  And the boy-terminator flashed his pearly teeth. These were really the guys. And they were ready to fight to the end. And they had great patriotism.
  Geta, training the young legion, thought about what to do next. First of all, he had to find the heart of God. With such an artifact, he, Geta, would be invincible. And then the whole world would be at his feet. Aquasar had no desire to resurrect anyone, even Xalcoat - why have extra competitors.
  The only woman he wanted to resurrect was Queen Margarita. His most passionate love. And she died and was buried in a pyramid far in the East. The Heart of God had many possibilities, but you still need to know how to use them. But resurrecting, including those who died a long time ago - this is already a miracle that she performed. And this secret was known to sorcerers and wizards of the highest level. And it was possible to make a miracle of miracles. It is easier to kill, even from a distance, but to raise from the grave.
  Aquasar remembered that two sorcerers helped Conan defeat the lord Archeron himself with the help of the heart of God. And this indicated that even sorcerers of not the highest level with the heart of God are dangerous. So it is necessary to obtain this artifact, otherwise the work will go down the drain in any case.
  At the same time, it was quite interesting to train boys. You are a kid yourself, and you hang out with kids. Which is really cool.
  The boys were now fighting with swords. Aquasar was not too eager to show them new techniques. He had knowledge of several centuries. And that meant a lot.
  And he showed a tiny part of his arsenal. But it was enough to impress the boys. They quickly fell in love with their new boss.
  Geta fenced with four rather tall teenagers who looked like they were made of piles of muscle. The fight was going on with varying success. Geta sometimes allowed himself to be slightly hooked. Then he tripped them up and made the big, muscular boys fall. And it was funny and amusing.
  After fifteen years, the boys were transferred to other units, there was no one older than fourteen, but some boys even at that age were bigger and stronger than an ordinary adult man. So you have to fight very carefully, so that the tall boys don't knock you down. Geta moved very quickly and skillfully. And he was in no hurry to hit with swords. It was both a game and a training session.
  But then the boy wizard suddenly sped up. And he hit one of the boys on the temple with the handle of his temple, another on the back of the head with the flat of his hand, and a third on the back of the head with his bare, childish heel. Only one boy remained. And Geta dropped out of his hand, and lifted a very well-fed, muscular teenager, like Hercules, onto his outstretched arm - showing his strength, not a child's. And then he threw him, so much so that the powerful boy fell and fell silent.
  Geta-Aquasar sang:
  Muscle strength is necessary for a fighter,
  To deal with enemies...
  Imitate your father,
  May the truth be with us!
  And the boy laughs. He really is a fighter, you could say a God, if you have those pagan gods, what evil! And there are such.
  But his smile is very sweet and childish. And it is very pleasant to look at the boy. You would not think that this fair-haired boy is the lord of evil, and the dark lord. You can't kill a spirit with a sword. And even if someone cuts off Goethe's head, the soul of the great sorcerer will find another one. And again continue its mission. Now that would be really cool and awesome.
  Well, how can you forget or forgive something like that? And four demons were killed by Conan? Well, not exactly killed, but lost their power and went to hell. And with the help of the heart of God, they can be given back their power and made to serve him again.
  So Geta radiated confidence that sooner or later he would achieve power over the planet. Who among people was so experienced in magic and sorcery as she. And an ordinary slave boy was now a super warrior thanks to his new soul.
  Geta-Akvazar started showing off his moves again. One of them was throwing daggers with his bare toes, his childish feet.
  The boy wizard threw the weapon so deftly that it cut off the raven's head and returned back.
  The other boys approvingly clapped their hands. And their faces lit up with happiness. That's what their new commander is like - cool. Small, but dashing. And he shows his outstanding class and super level.
  Geta threw his weapon again, this time in a jump, and two daggers at once. And they flew, described circles. And the boy caught them again with his bare toes.
  The child warriors were delighted.
  Yes, this is really a training drill. And fast lunges and jumps.
  Geta threw another dagger, this time he chopped off the heads of two crows and returned back. This is really class - a boy and a great fighter.
  And Conan the Barbarian and his partner and rival Xena had their fill of fencing. The duel ended in a draw. And now the king of Aquilonia was being warmed up by beautiful, shapely slave girls, and Xena was also being warmed up by very beautiful, muscular young slaves.
  And they were very pleased and were completely delighted by it.
  Xena noted with a smirk:
  - The coalition can put forces against Turan and Nemedeniya that are only slightly inferior in number and better in quality. Plus such cool warriors as us! I think we need to go to war with Turan and not just fight back, but also overthrow Abaldui from the throne.
  Conan the Barbarian replied with a smile:
  - That's good! I wouldn't mind kicking his ass myself!
  And the mighty warrior laughed as if thunder rumbled in the sky.
  Zenobia, who was also massaged by handsome young men, noted:
  - I think that Turan has gotten on everyone's nerves. But in Ophir there may be moves against us. They promised an alliance, but the sorcerers are plotting!
  Conan the Barbarian nodded:
  - There was a time when they took me prisoner, and I miraculously managed to escape. And there, too, a half-demon sorcerer fought against me. But his head was cut off and carried off by another sorcerer. And Ophir ended up indebted to me. If they have a desire to lie under Turan, that is already perversion.
  Zena remarked with a smile:
  - But is it really that much better to lie under Aquilonia?
  Conan said confidently:
  - I am not going to wage wars of conquest! My goal is to make a happy life for everyone in my own country!
  Trocero noted:
  - Sometimes the best way to strengthen peace is through conquest. As for Ophir, I have many relatives there, and his army will guard with us.
  Then another, powerful warrior spoke up:
  - The Cimmerians will also help their fellow countryman. We, Conan, can gather another fifty thousand warriors, whose valor is known throughout the world!
  The King of Aquilonia nodded:
  - Yes, Raptor! I know that you can be relied upon! And that way we will already have two hundred and fifty thousand fighters, against three hundred for the enemy. So we just have to wait until the enemy crosses the border. And deliver a crushing blow!
  Xena objected:
  - Why wait? It's better to attack first! And it's not necessary to gather all forces!
  Raptor noted:
  - Our western army hasn't assembled yet. And it's a long way to Aquilonia, through mountains and steppes. We simply won't make it!
  Conan chuckled:
  - Trivial? Wow, you seem to have learned some learned words. Maybe you can read now?
  The leader of the Cimmerians confirmed:
  - Yes! I think I can!
  The King of Aquilonia burst out laughing.
  Xena noted:
  - It's not numbers that make a fight, but skill. I think that's exactly what we have. An attack doubles your strength!
  Trocero nodded:
  - There is logic in this! Especially if we manage to catch the Turan army by surprise. In that case, we will have a very decent victory!
  Zenobia noted:
  - The army of King Tarasque stands alone. There are two hundred and fifty thousand warriors against us. Ofir and other powers have not approached. The enemy will have approximately twice the advantage.
  Jasmine noted:
  - My army hasn't arrived yet either. Besides, I have my own enemy, King Bisher. He killed my brother the king. More precisely, he hired sorcerers for this. And I can't send my army to you for a long time. The enemy might besiege the capital and ruin the country.
  Conan noted:
  - Bisher should have been killed along with the dark lord. It's a pity that I only did half the job then!
  Raptor noted:
  - If you pay well, the Cimmerians will attack this state that is an eyesore to you. And they will ruin and burn everyone!
  Jasmine chuckled:
  - I'll deal with this myself!
  And the girl was again flooded with memories. As if in a magical dream cast by a dark lord, she was strung up on an oak tree. Yes, the city princess was naked, and helplessly stretched out, and her bare feet were put in stocks. And at first her joints hurt terribly. Then the bare soles began to lick the flames of the fire. One executioner lashed her on her bare back with a whip, and the other stirred the fire with a crowbar so that the fire would burn the princess's bare feet even more.
  It was painful, very painful and humiliating. Moreover, everything happened so naturally, as if in reality. And then the torturer, similar in build to a gorilla, brought a torch with a hot flame to her naked chest. And what hellish pain pierced her. And she screamed with all her might, and dreamed of losing consciousness. But consciousness stubbornly did not want to leave the girl.
  Yes, she wanted to take revenge on Bisher. Once upon a time, the black lord was now in hell.
  Jasmine made a gesture. Yes, beautiful teenagers, with delicate skin, but with relief muscles began to massage her bare soles. This is very pleasant for a representative of the fair sex.
  And a fighter from the legion of death came out to fight in the arena - the Undertaker. He was huge, taller and broader in the shoulders than Conan, though not as agile. In his right hand was a scythe, straightened, and in his left a trident. Such is the peculiar weaponry. Despite the warm weather, the large man was in a black suit, boots, and on his head a cap like an executioner, but also the color of coal, not red.
  He stood in the center of the arena and bowed to the guests. The crowd clapped subduedly.
  And from the opposite corner his opponent appeared. In this case it was a spotted leopard. The beast moved limping on its paws. It was hungry and angry.
  Conan noted:
  - It will be a good fight!
  Xena noted:
  - Why don't you fight yourself?
  The King of Aquilonia answered honestly:
  - I want to see if Undertaker is as good as he's advertised. And the best way to see that is on the battlefield!
  Bars went on the attack. And immediately received a scythe blow to his front paws. It was clear that Undertaker moved well, despite his size and was a very experienced warrior.
  When the leopard roared and turned around, the trident hit him in the ribs. Which wasn't too bad either. And blood flowed from the beast's side and from his paws.
  Xena noted:
  - Not a bad fighter! Our troops are cool, and they will beat not only Turan!
  Zenobia grinned. She, too, was being massaged by very handsome young men. And the young woman's body sang with pleasure. And she even sang with a smile:
  Oh, boys, you are raiders,
  Before there were crawlers, but now there are pilots!
  Oh, the dashing boys chopped off heads,
  Before there were suckers, but now there are criminals!
  Bars was hit by both the scythe and the trident. A couple of times his paws tried to catch the undertaker, but to no avail. And it was clear that there was no competitive battle.
  Conan noted:
  - He has a very interesting weapon! And he wields it masterfully. We should adopt it!
  Zena noted:
  - In battle, a straightened scythe is not very good. But against a beast, in skilled hands, it works quite well. And we will show our class.
  Bars was again hit hard by the killer blade.
  The beautiful warrior girl pinched the young slave on the chest. And she did it hard. The boy yelped, and a bruise remained on his muscular chest shield. Xena laughed and noted:
  - Don't be like a girl!
  And she showed her long tongue. And it is very nimble. Now this is a real superman girl.
  The undertaker finished off the leopard. And he did it methodically, without emotion. Which is generally cool and exciting.
  Zenobia sang:
  Again, blood flows like a river here,
  The leopard is both fanged and cool...
  But don't give in to him,
  And return the monster to the darkness!
  Xena spat high and growled:
  - Enough! Take away the dead cat. I'll fight the undertaker myself!
  Conan picked up:
  - Let it be so! Just don't kill him! He's a valuable warrior!
  The already dying leopard was grabbed by the ribs with hooks by beautiful slave girls in only short skirts and with bare chests and dragged along the gravel. It looked very tragic. And a strip of blood remained.
  Xena, wearing only panties and a thin strip of fabric across her chest, jumped into the ring. She didn't even bring her sword with her, and roared:
  - Well, now come with me!
  The undertaker muttered:
  - Crazy woman!
  And he turned to Conan:
  - Do you want me to cripple such a beauty?
  The King of Aquilonia roared:
  - Try it! The winner will receive from me a golden cup of wine studded with stones!
  Xena giggled and replied:
  - This will be really cool!
  The undertaker nodded:
  - Your will is yours, master!
  And both fighters came together at once. The Undertaker hit the girl on her bare feet, she jumped up very dexterously and even jumped over the enemy. And her bare heel hit the thug on the back of the head. But apparently the blow was not strong enough and the Undertaker only staggered, but did not fall. And he even managed to scratch the girl on her muscular leg with his trident.
  Xena smirked:
  - Not bad!
  And she began to move even faster. And then her bare heel flew into the Undertaker's chin. But he shifted slightly and the blow passed by. The brute laughed, but then received a fist to the temple. This time the blow was not softened, and the huge man staggered.
  But he stayed on his feet, even though he was swinging his weapon. Xena's bare heel caught him in the solar plexus. And the monster bent over.
  Conan noted:
  - What a woman! And the poor guy lacks speed!
  Xena kicked him in the nose again. And it was obvious she broke it, so much so that blood appeared on the black fabric of the mask.
  The bully roared:
  - I'll kill you!
  The warrior princess giggled and sang:
  - I've gone crazy, I've gone crazy,
  Cut off the goat, cut off the goat!
  And then a swift turn, like the movement of helicopter blades, and a bare heel slammed into the already broken nose. And the blood flowed harder, and Undertaker staggered. But he still continued to stand. Then Xena threw a running kick at his groin. Now that was a blow.
  The brute literally howled. And now he was starting to fall over. The terminator girl kicked him in the back of the head a couple of times. And finally her fist hit him in the neck, hitting the carotid artery.
  The undertaker just went silent.
  Xena grinned and sang:
  I make a sharp turn,
  I'm a crazy pilot girl...
  And the move will be so beautiful,
  I'm wasting men like this!
  And she kicked the undertaker again. And then she took and dipped her bare, graceful feet into the pool of blood. And left prints of beautiful, naked, girlish feet.
  Conan exclaimed:
  - This is lovely! She is such a rare and cool fighter!
  Zena noted:
  - I'm not rare! I'm the one and only!
  Zenobia noted:
  - I fight pretty well too!
  The warrior princess growled:
  - So maybe you'll fight me?
  The King of Aquilonia shouted:
  - No! That's enough! It's time to sleep!
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  Geta-Akvazar, after a hard day and training of the children's legion, fell asleep and dreamed of something interesting.
  A brigade of boy warriors and girl warriors guarded a fort on the border of Aquilonia.
  They were preparing defenses. They were cooking explosives and resin in cauldrons, forging traps in forges.
  Geta himself showed the boys and girls how to build mechanical traps. They worked, giving the red-hot iron various shapes. The boys in the forge were in shorts only, muscular and sweaty. Sometimes their bare feet stepped on the red-hot splashes. But the children's bare soles were so rough that they barely felt pain. The girls also worked, also barely covered by bikinis, and flaunting their bare heels.
  Geta noted with a smile:
  We are peaceful people, but our girls were able to get going,
  We will fight for a bright tomorrow, let's play!
  And they continued working with great enthusiasm. But there was no time to work for long. And then the assembly trumpeted. That meant enemies appeared on the horizon.
  Geta told his friend, a boy of about the same height from the quarries with whom he had fought, and gave him a position in the children's legion and a new name - Lomik. That he was distinguished by rare strength and phenomenal endurance. The boy was hardened by hard work in the quarries since the age of three and was very strong.
  And the young wizard noted:
  -A tough and decisive battle lies ahead!
  The children peered into the distance. And crowds of enemies were already visible. They looked like very ugly bears. And in their hands they held clubs, axes, swords, and spears.
  Lomik noted:
  - We can take them from a distance!
  Geta growled:
  - But pasaran! I'm a cool guy!
  And so the boys and girls scattered along the walls. Their round, pink, barefoot, roughened, but gracefully curved heels flashed. And so, at Geta's command, the young warriors drew their weapons.
  And the boy-sorcerer let go first. At the same time, Geta pulled the bowstring with his bare toes. And the arrow took and flew in a high arc. And describing a parabola, it pierced the throat of the orc general.
  Then other boys and girls opened fire, and a deadly chaos ensued.
  Children and representatives of the fair sex shot at the orcs very accurately and precisely, literally piercing them.
  And fountains of red-brown blood were thrown out. Now that was a truly fatal murder.
  Lomik sang:
  Those who are used to fighting for victory,
  Let him sing with us!
  And the other children picked up at once -
  He who is cheerful laughs,
  Those who want it will achieve it,
  He who seeks will always find!
  And so the boys and girls, pulling the bowstring with their bare toes, hit the orcs with all their might. And knocked them out like living targets. They did this with great enthusiasm. And they attacked swiftly. Now that was really a punch.
  Geta said:
  - There are plenty of orcs here, but our will is unshakable!
  Lomik agreed:
  - You can't bend us into a ram's horn!
  The kids really got into a real fight. That was a fight that you can't forget or digest without a strong stomach.
  Two beautiful girls launched a projectile from a catapult. And a powerful gift of annihilation described a large arc, and pierced the ranks of the okrov. At once, two dozen ferocious bears were torn to shreds. Now this was truly a massacre.
  And the girls have such beautiful, tanned and graceful legs. And their fingers press on the pedals, throwing out new gifts of annihilation.
  And the orcs really get it bad.
  Geta squeaks:
  Against the orc, straight into the coffin,
  Maintain health so that...
  We need to hit him in the forehead with a crossbow,
  Break the bear's hump!
  Indeed, you can use crossbows. But they are inferior to bows in rate of fire. This is the kind of carnage that happens.
  Lomik gave out:
  - If a friend suddenly turns out to be...
  And suddenly, believe me, he died...
  The light in my window went out,
  Attacking orc, dead!
  And lots of laughter from the child warriors. This is truly a battle. And its scope is impressive. Both boys and girls demonstrate incredible heights of impressions and scope.
  The orcs try to throw spears in response. But they are not very successful. So they suffer great losses. And they knock out the bears with colossal force.
  And the girls bare their teeth and sing:
  - Orcs in the coffin, orcs in the coffin,
  Get a bear's angry punch in the forehead!
  The battle is escalating. And the scales are fluctuating. More precisely, the defenders are suffering almost no losses. And the enemies are being mowed down very quickly.
  A girl named Stella says with a smile:
  - War is not a place for reflection,
  And a moment of courage and madness!
  Lomik agreed with this:
  - Yes, in war it"s like in a madhouse, only much funnier!
  Geta noted:
  - That's strange, but did you study mental illnesses in the quarries?
  The slave boy nodded:
  - Yes! I had many interesting dreams!
  Stella nodded:
  - There are children whose souls travel during sleep. And it really does seem like a miracle!
  Geta sang:
  I know very well myself
  The world is full of wonders...
  Only these miracles -
  People can do it themselves!
  And the boy-sorcerer launched another deadly weapon of destruction at the orcs. That's how he dealt with the enemy. And the battle here is no joke.
  In fact, try to give an orc free rein - he'll sit on your neck!
  And the girls, with the help of their bare toes, continue to fire a very deadly and merciless fire. The arrows fly like splashes from a waterfall.
  And Stella sings, licking her lips:
  My country is beautiful and wonderful,
  Aquilonia - that's what the singers call it...
  And with my team of girls,
  We'll knock the enemy out!
  The warrior took it and winked with a grin that was both predatory and angelic at the same time.
  These are truly girls and boys who sow death with skill and scope.
  Lomik even sang as he released the arrow:
  With his gaze he stretched out the heavens,
  He spread the stars of the sky with a flourish...
  Jehovah love, beauty,
  Obey with love and fear!
  Then the slave boy threw the explosive pea with his bare toes. And it just went off.
  This is truly a colossal devastation of the orcs and their ranks.
  Geta said as he fired:
  I will not surrender to the enemies,
  Satan to the executioners...
  I won't go to shame,
  Let the fire hit your shoulders!
  That's how aggressively the boy warrior sang. And the battle was great. That's a really handsome boy.
  Lomik noted, baring his teeth and hammering away at the okrov:
  No, we told the orcs,
  Our people will not tolerate...
  So that the bread is so fragrant,
  The freak bear trampled him!
  And the slave boy threw a lethal explosive packet of sawdust at the enemy. Geta had enormous knowledge of making explosives from coal dust and sawdust. And they knocked out these orcs completely, not letting them get close to the positions defended by the girls and children. This is truly a battle at high speed.
  The girl Stella took and, crushing the ugly bears, began to sing:
  No mercy, no mercy, no mercy for the enemy,
  Black Viking, hellish demon - unapproachable in battle!
  And the girl took and with the bare toes of her nimble feet, as if she launched a bag of explosives at the orcs. And it took and hit the enemy. And torn off arms, legs, heads of ugly bears flew in different directions. And total destruction began.
  Crowbar chirped:
  - This is really the highest class for us! There will be a very big fight! And we will defeat the Orcshists and their Orkostan!
  The children sang in unison:
  Put in Aquilonia,
  Get up for mortal combat!
  Such a cacophony,
  Know Krom God is with you!
  Let the rage be noble,
  It boils like a wave...
  The land of children is free,
  She must be the coolest of all!
  The orcs, at the cost of enormous losses, broke through the wall of the fort where the young defenders were. Afterwards, choking, pricking and suffocating, they climbed onto it.
  The young warriors met the enemy with blows of swords and axes, which they did very actively and aggressively. And the boys chopped with short swords, and the girls with longer sabers. And they exterminated the orcs very beautifully, and cut off the heads of the ugly bears.
  Geta noted with a smile and a chuckle:
  Whether you are on horseback or on foot,
  Super champion...
  The goblin won't help you,
  A real rout!
  Lomik chirped in response:
  Beware, beware,
  Let's not joke...
  We will find you underground,
  We will find you underground,
  We'll get it out of the water!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  Child warriors are very strong in battles. They are truly heroes born to win.
  And they crush these hairy, stinking bears. It's not a pity to kill them. Not to mention people. And taking a person's life is extremely scary. That's how serious the battles were here.
  Geta launched another invention into battle. A setup with many small barrels. And from them, deadly yards fired. And they knocked out orcs with capital and incredible force. These children and the girl are also extremely good.
  When such a multi-barreled installation started working, the ugly bears were killed by the dozens. These were really extremely bloody battles.
  Lomik licked the children's lips, blood got on them. Stella shouted:
  - Spit it out! Their blood is infectious and full of toxins!
  The slave boy took and spat out this filth, and sang:
  Well, why, to have love in your heart,
  I see blood flowing actively! The battle blood flowing actively!
  Geta sang with delight:
  The thread was broken,
  We are threatened with an evil death...
  And in order to live,
  The hero must die!
  We cannot be bent,
  Boys, we are very strong,
  There is a path of life,
  We are the sons of the bright Motherland!
  Children fight very well. And girls fight very well. They act with great energy. And here people show that they are capable of fighting animals.
  Here one of the boys took and poured it on the orcs' heads, pressing the lever of the vat with boiling resin with his bare heel. And it pours down like on freak bears, and it sizzles with great intensity. And these freaks, the invaders, who are rushing to attack, burn.
  Geta encouraged:
  - Well done!
  Another girl named Adala fought very well. She used two swords at once. And she did the mill technique, and chopped off the heads of bears that were scary to look at.
  Adala chirped:
  I parted with my sword to the sides,
  And now the crows are on the goats!
  And the girl with developed muscles just bursts out laughing. Now that's a real fighter from God. And there are many Gods in this world.
  The girls are very beautiful with developed muscles. And their muscles are sculpted, their abs are laid out like chocolate bars, and their hair is light and bright. Some girls have manes, others have braids. And it is really very beautiful. The warriors have very developed hips with a relatively thin waist. And their breasts are high, such seductive figures, and the smell is very appetizing.
  That's how perfect the girls' fighting skills are. Every sabre strike is a dead orc.
  These are really intense battles. These are intense battles here.
  Geta reported with joy:
  - There are already over a thousand killed orcs. Come on guys, be even more energetic.
  Lomik confirmed:
  The death machine has gone crazy,
  The enemy is a real monster...
  Even though Satan attacks in battle,
  And the warrior boy in shorts is barefoot!
  And the boy launched three arrows at once from a very close distance, and pierced the orcs climbing the walls with them. The battles here are fierce and furious. And the boiling resin again poured onto the ugly bears. And it burns this orc scum.
  Adala noted, cutting off two orc heads at once:
  - We will not give in to these monsters!
  Stella wittily noted, and baring her teeth, sang before that let's throw a bomb into a cluster of orcs, scattering the enemies in different directions. And a lot of blood spilled. And the meat burns.
  And the girl said:
  Fried meat is good,
  We serve shashlik made from fat...
  Somewhere a woodpecker is chiselling,
  And we'll wipe the enemy into shit!
  And again the boys and girls chop up the orcs like cabbage. And they act with fury, and such a policy with great force and they kill the bears that are smelly and prickly.
  Girls and boys act with great energy. Geta is very furious in battle, and acts with colossal energy.
  And so the girls act with a very tough look. And so they smash everything with power, bloody.
  Lomik, this former slave boy, exclaimed with fury:
  - My homeland, this is not a prison! Putler-Satan will be destroyed! And the boy took and threw a lethal bomb with fragments and needles that flew apart and killed many, ugly and such aggressive and vile bears.
  Here the boys used another weapon. In this case, it was slingshots. And they hit the bears in the mouths with dowels soaked in a special poison that was deadly to orcs. And those ugly monsters really started to die.
  Here they kill these orcs, with murderous quirks. Here the battles will be bloody.
  Lomik noted with a smile:
  - Glory to our Motherland of bright forces and peace!
  The girls' bare feet threw the explosive peas in unison. And they hit them very aggressively. And they hit them with the lethal force of destruction and tearing apart the bodies of these hairy creatures.
  Geta noted:
  - Hordes are attacking us! But we are not afraid, and they are beating the creatures!
  The boys are very combative and also fight very skillfully. This works with extraordinary energy. And now the orcs, who already stink, can suffer from fire. That's how deadly it is.
  Lomik chuckled and noted:
  - Our Gods are different. But the Orcs hold great anger in high esteem!
  Geta chuckled and sang:
  Kindness is not held in high esteem by the strong,
  You can travel half the world,
  And then you won"t find any villains!
  Stella giggled and noted with a smile:
  - You mean villains like orcs?
  Geta-Akvazar noted:
  - Not only orcs! In general, anyone who helps people is wasting their time; you can't become famous for doing good deeds!
  Lomik chuckled and noted:
  - This is some kind of a nasty joke, and a dream is a dream and now I'm going to wake up!
  And the children again took and spun their swords, chopping off the heads of the freak bears. That's how lively it was. Incredible and superhuman.
  The child warriors were already pretty bloody. But they fought with incredible energy and great strength of both heart and mind. These are truly super girls.
  Here the girls' bare, round heels will take and hit the orcs right in the jaws. They'll just lie around. That's how the murderous showdown began.
  And Geta took two sabres at once and chopped off four heads of orcs. And at the same time he threw a dagger with his bare toes, it flew by, and immediately cut the throats of three ugly bears. And the dagger returned back, and again the dear, very beautiful boy caught it with his bare, childish foot.
  This is a truly young fighter and a really good guy.
  Lomik noted with a satisfied look:
  - You're so clever at dealing with enemies! I couldn't do that!
  Geta said confidently:
  - Study, study, and study again!
  After which both boys winked at each other. And then they straightened their bare, strong legs with a cry - Kiya! And broke the orcs' jaws, knocking out their teeth.
  This is truly a serious massacre.
  The girls also took and twisted their hips. And beaten and pierced orcs fell from the wall. And they were just knocking each other down. This is a real fight and you are a cowboy.
  Geta laughed and noted:
  - Such bloodshed, such bloodshed,
  We haven't seen these places for a long time!
  And the boy took and threw a real fragmentation bomb, killing the orcs without ceremony. Then he swung his swords, once again separating heads from bodies.
  And the orcs' bodies are hairy and stinking. More and more of their hordes enter the battle. The bodies of the boys and girls are sweaty, and splashes fly in all directions. This is a battle and a siege of a fort that remains impregnable thanks to the steadfastness of its defenders.
  But reinforcements are already rushing to help. The warrior queen Xena is rushing with a whole regiment of her invincible Amazons. The girls are undoubtedly both beautiful and strong. Here they are pulling their bows and releasing arrows. They fly in an arc and fall on the orcs, literally piercing them through and through. And the orcs fall, letting out fountains of blood and red-brown splashes.
  Girls on horses. Some have ordinary, though very good horses, while others have unicorns. And it's a very intense fight. Only the girls work with swords with great enthusiasm. And before that, they fired a cloud of arrows and bolts from bows and crossbows. And they hit the crowds of orcs hard. And the furry bears fall and choke on blood.
  Geta exclaimed with delight:
  - Wow! We can do that!
  Lomik agreed:
  - After all, in fact, everything is possible, but you can"t live!
  Stella countered with a smile:
  - No! It is possible to live! And even live quite well!
  Adala chirped:
  - It's good to live in our country! And it's even better to live well!
  A regiment of girls on horses crashed into the orcs and began to knead them like cabbage. And this battle was very desperate. Here you can't miss.
  Geta acted more than confidently. His swords were sparkling and falling on the enemies. And then the boy-sorcerer turned his crossbow-machine gun again. And started shooting at the enemy with it. This is what a truly unbelievable curse began.
  The boy kicked the orc in the forehead with his bare heel, causing him to fall and chirped:
  -We'll hit harder, we'll pull together!
  After which Geta took and spun the propeller swords again. That's how enemy heads fall. And roll down the slope. And the orcs literally stumble and bury their noses.
  Lomik happily remarked:
  -Our performance is really cool and active!
  After which he winked his blue eyes. Now this is truly a cool kid.
  Although in reality he is just a slave from the quarries. But he fights really well and is excellent, a five. And his stats are on top, although of course he is far from Geta-Akvazar.
  The former dark lord remembered his childhood. How he went down into the quarries and saw the boys, naked and skinny, who worked there and were beaten with a whip by the overseer. And he felt very sorry for them then. In fact, when he was engaged in magic, at first he thought about how to make all of humanity happy. But then he had other thoughts.
  The lust for power began to flare up in the heart. However, the sorcerers of the black circle, with all their power, did not strive to create their own empire.
  They were attracted by something different, unknown and not quite comprehensible. But it was really possible to go beyond the barrier and stay there. And this unknown turned them on and gave birth to a new, special path.
  Geta stepped on the arrow fragment with his bare sole. The boy's callused, rough foot felt only a slight prick. The young warrior felt cheerful. He was in the body of a child, after all, but a very strong, fast and resilient body.
  Geta sang, chopping down the orcs with renewed vigor:
  In this world, everything is under my control,
  Even though he looks like a barefoot boy...
  The girl will kiss passionately,
  This is the gift of childish love!
  And the boy warrior just laughed, baring his teeth. Isn't he a champion of champions?
  Lomik noted, cutting one of the orcs almost in half with a powerful blow:
  I am a warrior of faith on my knees savages,
  I will wipe any heresy from the face of the earth!
  Now the Amazons, led by Xena, were chopping down the orcs, and it was a steel roller. The warrior queen herself literally showed miracles. And her long swords crushed the opponents without mercy or doubt.
  And from behind, other warrior boys were already running up. They were young, from ten to fifteen years old, but strong and trained fighters. Although the boys were only in swimming trunks, they were distinguished by the developed relief of their muscles. And their swords worked very effectively.
  And some of the young warriors shot at the enemy with bows. And they did it extremely accurately.
  One of the larger, more muscular boys threw a barrel with a lit fuse at the orcs. It crashed into the thick of the ugly bears and exploded, killing the monsters by the hundreds. The boy raised his hands and shook his bare, muscular, sweaty torso, saying:
  - Glory to our victory! Glory to the heroes!
  Xena blew him a kiss in return. She liked this tall boy, who could be invited to private love lessons for the night. And the warrior sang:
  Heroism has no age,
  In the young heart there is love for the country...
  Can conquer the boundaries of space,
  Satan can't break the boy!
  Once again, Xena's swords strike with deadly force. This girl is - let's just say - a Goddess of War.
  The girl-queen walked over the orcs, and the other girls did not give in, literally rustling them with swords, knocking out entire thawed patches. And they covered all the approaches and exits with corpses.
  Xena took it and chirped:
  The bald Fuhrer of Orkostan,
  Believe me, your end will come...
  One loop is not enough for a bastard,
  If your father is a goat!
  And the girl-queen began to chop with even greater ferocity. A multitude of crows had already gathered over the battlefield, whole clouds of them. And Geta decided to take advantage of this.
  The boy wizard commanded the other boys:
  - Let's whistle together!
  And the young warriors stuck their bare toes in their mouths. And they blew. A deafening whistle was heard, so piercing. And the word struck the ravens' brains like a sledgehammer. And they fainted with a wild cry, and flew down with their beaks, ramming the orcs into their hairy skulls. And breaking through the boxes and spraying blood and brains. And thousands of orcs were killed at once, and the entire field and approaches to the fort were littered with corpses.
  Xena exclaimed:
  -Well done boys! You are super! Top class!
  Geta-Aquasar chirped in his childish voice:
  I see things are going well for us,
  The most know the highest class...
  We were born to defeat the Orcs,
  It's easy to kill evil bears!
  And the boy warriors cried out in unison:
  - Kill! Kill! Kill!
  The few surviving orcs were trampled by the beautiful riders with their horses and chopped with swords. Some were finished off trivially with arrows and crossbow bolts.
  Xena threw poison needles with her bare toes and a dozen orcs went to hell. Now that's the real warrior queen action. Terminator Girl sang:
  I'm putting the orcs to waste,
  My first move is my last move!
  And the girl is superman,
  And believe me, I have no problems!
  Such a sir already! And a cool meme!
  The orcs were trampled by their brigade. One of the ugly bears poked the girl in the side with the tip of a spear. The light bronze skin burst and blood spurted. The warrior hit the orc on the head with her sword and chirped:
  - Oh, what a boor you are, sir!
  And she began to cover the wound with her hand, scarlet streams flowed between her fingers.
  A boy ran up to her and gave her a bandage. The last orcs were finished off by young warriors, dipping their bare feet in red-brown blood.
  . CHAPTER #10.
  And in the palace of the Emperor of Turan, Abaldui, a duel was taking place between his eldest son Chris and a naked, lean, sinewy boy from the quarries.
  Of course, not on equal terms. At the last moment, two rather thin and light swords were thrust into the hands of Chris's son. And against him was a boy inferior in both height and weight. More precisely, the emperor's son already had one sword, but also a second one. And the young slave - a boy of about eleven years old - actually had a piece of roughly-planed iron in his hands.
  And Chris, being confident of victory, exclaimed:
  - One sword is enough!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - Two are better than one! So hit the enemy!
  Abaldui suggested:
  - But don't rush! Hurt him as much as possible!
  Chris nodded. He was almost naked in his swimming trunks, and his developed and defined muscles, even though he was still a boy, were very clearly visible.
  But the young slave is not so simple either. He dodged the attack first from the right, and then from the left.
  Chris grinned, his bare, still childish, but strong foot drove the stone into the gravel and said:
  - I will destroy the enemies and make a deadly move!
  The slave boy dodged and replied:
  - Don't be too self-confident!
  And then suddenly he kicked up some gravel with his bare, childish foot and threw it into Chris's face. He choked, coughed, and the young slave struck the prince in the chest with his sword. Fortunately for the young heir, the sword was dull and did not pass between his ribs, but the wound was noticeable. Blood flowed, and Chris lost his balance.
  The young slave, smaller in height and weight, but so sinewy and strong from having carried boulders in the quarries since he was two years old, struck the heir to the throne with his sword. He dropped the sword. And the slave boy twisted it and touched Chris's throat. A collective sigh and shouts followed.
  The young slave exclaimed:
  - Surrender if you want to live!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - Incredible!
  Emperor Abaldui asked with a smile:
  - What is your name, slave boy?
  The young slave answered proudly:
  - I am Spartacus!
  The Lord of Turan nodded and said:
  - You are a great fighter! I give you freedom and offer you to lead the children's regiment of my guard!
  The slave boy stood up, then fell to his knees and said:
  - Glory to the Lord! Glory to Turan! Glory to the heroes!
  The wounded Chris rose with difficulty and staggered to the side. Two slave girls picked him up and laid him on a stretcher. After that, having smeared the wound on his chest with fragrant oil, they carried him to the royal chambers.
  Spartacus rose from his knees. The Lord of Turan declared:
  - Give him a good sword! Let him fight the three boys! Show what he can do! Until he defeats them, he remains a slave!
  The slave boy nodded. He was completely naked, which emphasized his status as a slave. After all, why would a child even need swimming trunks in the quarries? They would only tear, and that would be extra expenses. And so, since the age of two, Spartacus had only one job in the quarries, and sleep. No entertainment, no rest, no days off. Two thirds of the day to toil harder than a donkey, and a third to sleep.
  And eat in general so that you can work hard.
  And the boy was unusually hardened. So that the slaves would not die too quickly from the poisonous fumes, they were alternated - one day underground, the next on the surface. And the young slave was tanned. And his feet were so hardened that they were not afraid of even hot iron. In addition, Spartacus was a boy capable of martial arts.
  Therefore, despite his young age - eleven years old, he already possessed strength beyond that of a child.
  Emperor Abaldui looked at his muscles through the crystal and saw how deep the drawing was, literally steel wire, and added:
  - And the fourth boy-gladiator Sexander!
  stood out . Barefoot, tanned in swimming trunks. Of course, muscular and trained with swords. They were about twelve years old, a little older than Spartacus. Then another boy jumped out. He was already a teenager - about fourteen, very muscular and handsome.
  Grobovaya noted with a sigh:
  - It would be a shame if such a handsome boy as Sexander was killed!
  The female vizier nodded:
  - Yes, Sexandre is good! A very handsome and muscular teenager! It would be a shame to lose one like him!
  Abaldui confirmed:
  - True! But I want to test what Spartacus is capable of!
  Grobova suggested:
  - Better, instead of Sexander, release five boys from the quarries! It will be much more interesting and economical!
  Emperor Abaldui declared:
  - Then five slave boys! Now!
  Sexander bowed. The muscular teenager was in only swimming trunks. He walked away and sat down near Grobova's feet. He began to massage her bare feet, the young and beautiful woman.
  Instead of the pretty teenager, five more boys with swords ran out. They were naked and had slave brands, their hair was cut short. As a rule, slave boys are shaved to prevent too many lice. Spartacus also had a slave brand, and even two - as a prone to escape.
  The slave boy drove the stone deeper into the gravel with his bare, calloused heel.
  There were eight boys in all, and all of them were at least a little taller and heavier than Spartacus. True, despite the fact that five of them also toiled in the quarries, their muscles were strong, but not as much as those of the young slave of the victorious prince.
  Five boys are strong, with brands, but untrained, and three already had experience in fighting, and the brands on their bodies are not visible. And they are obviously more dangerous.
  And the balance of power: one against eight, very unfavorable!
  Spartacus smiled and sang:
  There are eight of them fighters, and I am just one boy,
  Well, let's look fate in the eye!
  And if I go into battle,
  There's no way to get off the straight line!
  Emperor Abaldui exclaimed:
  - Let's get into battle!
  And the gong sounded. And eight boys almost simultaneously pounced on Spartacus. Little by little, barefoot, round, blue-gray from dust, the little heels of boys. And they waved their swords like sticks.
  The young gladiator did not stand still, he moved and tripped. One of the boy fighters slipped and fell, and Spartacus hit him on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, completely knocking him out.
  The grave exclaimed:
  - Lovely!
  The red-haired female vizier confirmed:
  - The boy is a beast, but a smart beast!
  Emperor Obaldui noted:
  - Let's see if he deserves more!
  Spartak hit another boy who was pressing him in the groin with his bare shin. The boy, who received a strong jab to the balls, passed out. He fell on the gravel.
  The young warrior, having avoided the blow of the sword, saw his knee in the chin of his vis-à-vis in a jump. And he fell, crashing down on his back and spreading his arms.
  Spartacus did a somersault, avoiding another swing of the sword. And then he jerked his arms, and two boys went and bumped heads. And they really did and completely passed out.
  Grobovaya licked her lips and noted:
  - This is top class! Just super!
  The female vizier muttered:
  - Impressive fighter! Nothing bad to say!
  Spartak, barefoot, with his round heel, hit another of his opponents in the chin and he fell.
  There were only two fighters left. The boys wavered and backed away. Then Spartak, running up, jumped and with his feet, as if in a jump, hit both boys on the temple. And they took it, fell down, knocked out.
  All eight fighters were defeated.
  Emperor Abaldui exclaimed:
  - This is truly a worthy commander of the children's legion! I believe now our and his glory will last for centuries!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - This boy is just super!
  The female vizier exclaimed:
  - Now Conan the Barbarian is definitely finished!
  Three slave girls, barely covered by narrow strips of cloth on their chests and hips, ran up to the boy, now a former slave, and poured a whole handful of petals from a basket onto him. They fell on the boy's smooth, tanned skin, with traces of a whip in places.
  Spartacus sang with delight:
  The death machine has gone crazy,
  But the boy doesn't get shy...
  And even if the plague comes,
  He will show his sacred gift!
  After which the young warrior, slapping his bare, childish feet, went to wash himself in the shower to wash off the sweat and blood.
  Grobovaya noted with a grin:
  - What a boy! Not every adult can compare to him!
  The female vizier agreed:
  - Of course not everyone! But could he handle Conan the Barbarian? A child is unlikely to knock down such a monster!
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - We will gather a huge army against Conan, and in the meantime we will have fun.
  And another horn sounded. A girl ran out into the arena. She was wearing only thin panties. Her tanned breasts were exposed and her scarlet nipples were sparkling. And in her right hand the girl had a rather long sword, shining with steel. And in her left hand was a dagger, medium in size, but very sharp.
  The girl was very beautiful and looked quite sexy.
  The grave exclaimed:
  - This is a real beauty!
  The girl shuffled her bare, graceful, tanned legs and ran her foot over the coarse gravel. Her luxurious, muscular thighs turned out. This is really a girl. And her calves are veined, and her hair is like white snow.
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - What a beautiful girl! It would be a shame if she died!
  The female vizier stated:
  - Let's try to avoid this!
  And then her opponent appeared. It was a beast similar to a cheetah, but with the shell of a giant turtle, which made it move with difficulty.
  Even the claws creaked from touching the large, purple gravel.
  The grave exclaimed:
  - This is a lovely fight! Just right for me!
  Marshal de Bocal, a rather large man, exclaimed:
  - Yes! This is truly an epic duel. I don't feel sorry for the men, but girls should give pleasure to men, and not die!
  The armored cheetah, being a beast, attacked the girl with golden hair, without any pause.
  She met this monster with a blow of her bare heel into the shell and jumped back. She did not use a sword. Being a very beautiful and muscular girl, the warrior was in no hurry, but decided to give the public the opportunity to enjoy themselves to their heart's content, admiring her marvelous body.
  Abalduy roared:
  - What a woman!
  Marshal de Bocal confirmed:
  - Even a super woman!
  And both boars burst out laughing. Their laughter resembled the grunting of piglets. Or maybe not even piglets, but rather massive and large, seasoned boars.
  The girl fighter moved very dexterously and quickly with the help of her bare, tanned, strong legs.
  And how seductively her strawberry nipples shone. I wanted to lick them with my tongue. This girl is really so cool and appetizing , just super.
  And how it shakes its charms.
  The grave sang:
  - My fate, do not spare good,
  Be beautiful, and that means be kind!
  And he just bursts out laughing.
  The female vizier noted:
  - Lightning knows its business! What movements! It's like a cobra jumping.
  Marshal de Bocal sang:
  How nice it is to lie down on the grass,
  And eat something tasty...
  Arrange a steam bath in the bathhouse,
  And invite the young girls!
  Emperor Abaldui sang:
  - One, two, three!
  Rub your eyes!
  Four, eight, five,
  Let's go shoot the animals!
  And the monarch"s retinue roared:
  - Glory to the Emperor! Glory to the heroes!
  The gladiator girl, meanwhile, put her sword into action. She began to prick the armored cheetah from time to time. And the slightly greenish blood of the monster flowed. And it looked very cool. Here, the barefoot, chiseled, tanned, and very seductive foot of the girl stepped into the emerald liquid. And began to leave such an elegant, and very nicely drawn trace. Which is extremely beautiful and magnificent.
  This is how Lightning fought. She was a warrior of amazing class and drive.
  And her movements really resembled the attacks of a cobra. And how can you not sympathize with the beast after that?
  One of the slave boys who was massaging the bare soles of the female vizier exclaimed:
  - Wow! The girl is an incomparable miracle!
  A beautiful red-haired woman ordered:
  - Kiss my heel.
  The muscular and tanned boy slave kissed the pink sole with its graceful curve on the round heel. Then the woman vizier tickled the boy on the nose with her bare toes. He smiled and sang:
  - Thank you, your Excellency!
  Grobovaya noted:
  - Good boy! You can give him some candy!
  The red-haired female vizier threw a chocolate candy to the young slave, and a very tasty one. And the slave boy caught it. And he chirped with a smile:
  Ready to fight, madam,
  We will destroy everyone!
  Abaldui noted:
  - And when boys' bare heels are burned, it's nice!
  Grobovaya noted:
  - If you are a bast shoe in your mind, then your heels will be defenseless against the needles of sharp reasoning!
  Marshal de Bocal noted:
  - A barefoot woman is much more agile than a man in boots, especially in the ability to push up to the heel and put on wallets!
  Meanwhile, the gladiator girl delivered several sharp blows with her sword and dagger. The armored cheetah lost a lot of blood and slowed down. And it was already possible to finish it off, without much effort.
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - Finish him! We're not interested anymore!
  Lightning plunged the sword into the armored cheetah up to the hilt, finishing off the enemy. A fountain of blood spurted out and the monster fell silent.
  After which the gladiator girl bowed and shuffled her bare, tanned, muscular foot. And walked away, having completed the task. One of the nobles threw her a gold coin. The girl caught it very deftly with her bare toes. And then threw it into her hand.
  And the beauty continued to slap, swinging her very luxurious hips.
  When a girl is muscular, she is truly perfect.
  Beauty in the fair sex is very beneficial when combined with strength, both muscular and spiritual.
  In addition, physically strong women will produce stronger and more viable offspring. This is an indisputable fact.
  Abaldui licked his thick lips and noted:
  - The girl is really lovely! Let's say super! But for now let's see how the boys fight. Especially since it's not a pity to kill slaves. And honestly, when a girl dies, you feel unpleasant!
  Two half-naked boys in swimming trunks actually ran out into the arena. They were tanned and muscular. They bowed to the emperor and his retinue.
  Abalduy nodded:
  - Lovely!
  The boys were armed with sabres, which each held in his right hand. Then, flashing their bare heels, two more young, muscular, tanned slaves jumped out.
  They had a sword in their hands. And they too took and bowed to the throne of the king and his retinue.
  The female vizier growled:
  - Excellent! Go for it, warriors!
  Abaldui shouted:
  - Let's place bets first!
  Marshal de Bocal agreed:
  - Really, what's the hurry! We are obliged, as they say, to get everything from the fight!
  The head of the secret police, the blue-haired woman Adala, who had been modestly silent until then, exclaimed:
  - This is truly an unpredictable fight. All four boys are from the quarries, and barely trained!
  The really young gladiators looked to be about twelve years old, and they had very dry and sinewy muscles. Their skin was tanned and traces of whips were visible on it. And on the shoulders of the boys there were burning brands. More precisely, they were not burning, but they were showing off, they were not fresh.
  But it is clear that the children were in great pain when the hot iron touched their skin.
  And now the boys were very nervous. They were hungry and sucking in their empty stomachs, their bodies sinewy and accustomed to constant hard work.
  When the Emperor's retinue finished placing bets, the signal sounded. And the boys pounced on each other. In the quarries, child slaves toil naked, but here they were given new swimming trunks. Those with swords have red ones, and those with sabres wear black ones.
  And so the young fighters met. And almost immediately blood began to flow. Iron clanged. And then one of the boys fell, but immediately jumped up.
  Coffin barked:
  - Finish him off!
  The boys were hacking away. They were very poorly trained, and therefore almost did not defend themselves. And the blood flowed from them in streams. And the young warriors screamed, and their childish faces were distorted with pain. This was a battle.
  The female head of the secret police squeaked:
  - These are the kind of fights we're watching! The scale is too small! No, not for real - a hundred on a hundred!
  Marshal de Bocal noted:
  - A hundred to a hundred slaves is too wasteful! Moreover, quantity does not always translate into quality!
  Three boys were badly cut and writhing. And only one in red swimming trunks remained on his feet. But the boy-slave was also stabbed, and noticeably so.
  Abalduy nodded:
  - Finish off the three puppies. And the one that's still on his feet, grease it with ointment and feed it well! It will continue to fight!
  The slave boy was placed on the slave girl's stretcher. The others were hooked and dragged to be fed to the crocodiles.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - I wonder where their souls go, heaven or hell?
  The female vizier giggled and chirped:
  Heaven and hell will be cursed,
  What tore off the veil...
  And the sacred sword of war,
  Cut down the enemies!
  Marshal de Bocal noted:
  - Lovely!
  The female head of the secret police objected:
  - No, the first and third verses do not rhyme!
  Grobovaya agreed:
  - There is some confusion here! And my personal opinion is that hell and heaven are too primitive an approach. In fact, if there is a soul, then something else awaits it!
  Abalduy nodded:
  - Yes, probably! And I would like to get Conan's head! I wouldn't mind a fortune!
  Marshal de Bocal proposed:
  - Maybe... Let's use magic!
  And in response, laughter was heard...
  The boy ran out into the arena again. He was alone, and he had a small trident and a net in his hands. He looked about thirteen years old, muscular, tanned, lean. And he looked quite agile.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - It would be a shame if such a little one died!
  The head of the secret police replied:
  - Most likely he will really die! His opponent is very strong! And the boy has little experience.
  And indeed, from the opposite side came a spotted leopard - the size of a good lion.
  And he quickly approached the boy, jumping.
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - This is great! This fight is just super!
  The slave boy turned out to be not so simple after all and managed to jump to the side and throw the net with lightning speed.
  And the leopard really got tangled in it. The young gladiator started stabbing this monster. And it really was a strong, one might say chess move. But you can't just kill a leopard with a trident. He twitched, wriggled, tore the net with his teeth and claws.
  Grobovaya noted with a smile:
  - Ay yuli, yuli, yuli,
  Here we have nothing but zeros!
  It was really just a desperate shudder of a beast. And the slave boy, slapping his bare feet, sang:
  Again, blood flows like a river here,
  Your opponent looks tough...
  But don't give in to him,
  And return the monster to the darkness!
  And he tried to finish him off... But the leopard managed to tear the net. And he broke free and slipped out, furious and savage. He rushed at the boy. He met him with a blow from his trident, but was knocked down. And it seemed that the predator had covered the unfortunate teenager. And at that moment a sharp arrow pierced the leopard's head. And he received a fatal blow and fell silent.
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - What is this?
  The slave boy desperately moved his legs and arms and got out from under the leopard. And he stood up all scratched and bloody.
  And two slave girls ran up to him. And raised the boy's hands up.
  The Emperor roared:
  - Who shot?
  From behind the column came the already familiar boy-fighter Spartacus, who exclaimed:
  - I shot!
  Abaldui growled:
  - Why?
  The young warrior answered honestly:
  - This boy Kremneva is my friend! I didn't want him to die!
  The Emperor remarked:
  - And a man is born to die! Well, okay, if Kremne wants to live, then let him fight another slave boy with his fists. If he wins, then I will allow him to be in the same legion with you!
  Spartacus nodded in agreement:
  - Well! That's fair!
  Kremne confirmed:
  - I'm ready!
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - Let the Rat fight against him!
  Music was heard. It was the slave girls playing flutes and pipes.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - Fighting with fists is not as interesting as with weapons!
  The female vizier objected:
  - But he is more economical! At a time when we actually started a large-scale war, it is too wasteful to spend slaves and even boys like that!
  A boy in swimming trunks ran out into the arena. He was also muscular, lean and sinewy, the same height as Kremneva. But he was obviously a more experienced gladiator. Scars and cuts from swords were visible on his dark and strong body.
  Kremne received fresh wounds in the battle with the leopard, so the fight was not entirely equal.
  The Emperor ordered:
  - Fight! The winner will be the one who stays on his feet!
  And Rat pounced on Flint. Both boys swung their fists, and then they grabbed each other. And they began to wrestle, panting and straining. Then they both collapsed and rolled on the gravel, kicking each other with elbows and knees.
  The fight, needless to say, took place on the ground.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - If it were a guy and a girl and they hugged like that, the spectacle would be much more interesting! But like this, it's just kids messing around!
  This remark caused laughter. The boys kicked each other desperately. And continued to fight. And then the boy Kremne hit Krys in the neck with the edge of his palm. This vis-à-vis fell silent. And applause was heard.
  The Emperor exclaimed:
  - The slave boy Kremne is now becoming a warrior of the children's legion!
  . CHAPTER No 11.
  Geta and Lomik with a team of boys from ten to fifteen years old were racing towards the border of Aquialonia. A really big horde of orcs had penetrated the borders of a not very big empire.
  The boys were riding on small horses. But Geta and Lomik with their small nimble legs jumped off their horses and ran. The boys' bare, round heels flashed.
  They were joined by Xena Warrior Princess and her right hand Montana.
  And their bare soles, gray from dust, flashed. Why do warriors need shoes? They only get in the way. And with bare feet it is much more agile. Both girls were very beautiful: black-haired Zena and blonde Montana.
  Of course they are extremely muscular.
  Geta-Aquasar asked Xena:
  - Is it true that you were taught fencing by the God of War Ares himself?
  The warrior princess nodded:
  - Yes, and that was it! He doted on me. And he wanted to give me power over the world, and then our paths diverged!
  The boy wizard noted:
  - Ares, although a God, is not at all omnipotent. Moreover, there are forces standing above him, and if he tries to take control of this planet, then other Gods and Koshcheis will intervene!
  Xena frowned and squeaked:
  - You seem to know too much! It seems to me that you are old and not a child!
  Geta-Aquasar answered logically:
  - Heroism has no age, as does wisdom! That's how it is...
  And the boy wizard picked up a pebble with his bare toes and threw it at a flying wasp. And he actually knocked the insect down.
  Xena exclaimed:
  - Clever! Good warrior!
  Lomik exclaimed:
  - I can do that too!
  And the boy warrior picked up a piece of ceramic with his bare toes and threw it, knocking down the dragonfly. And so it flew, knocking down and breaking its wings.
  Montana shouted:
  - Not bad either, what can I say!
  Geta sang, jumping up:
  It's not bad to be clever, what can I say,
  But they also have to cook the balls!
  Balls, balls, balls, cook!
  Balls, balls, balls, cook!
  And the boy wizard jumped up, quite high, and spun around in the air, flashing his bare, tanned, muscular legs. Now that was a real fighter. And a whole cloud of insects flew off in all directions.
  Zena noted:
  - You jump high! Young warrior!
  Geta chirped in response:
  There is a nightmare in my pupils,
  One jump, one strike!
  I'm a boy - my method is simple,
  I don't like to drag things out!
  Then Xena exclaimed:
  - There are orcs ahead of us! I can smell their stench with my nose! We will fight them!
  Montana exclaimed:
  We are peaceful girls, but our black belt,
  Managed to accelerate to the speed of the wind...
  We will fight for a brighter tomorrow,
  Why should we kiss Mars ourselves?
  The Children's Legion is almost entirely boys, who look to be between ten and fifteen years old. The overly large boys, who have not even reached sixteen, are transferred to adult units. But there are also girls who shoot from special slingshots. They are also barefoot and in tunics.
  Legion of Xena and Montana are warrior girls. They look very young, maximum twenty-five years old, but with developed muscles. These are really super level girls.
  And so the boys and girls raised their bows, slings and slingshots. And they dug their bare feet in to fire.
  And so they opened fire on the orcs. They really did look like very ugly bears. And the warrior queen Xena struck first. She threw a boomerang with her bare toes. It flew past, cut the throats of a dozen orcs, and returned. After Xena, Montana and Geta threw boomerangs with their bare feet.
  And they also showed a cool result.
  After which a cloud of arrows flew into the orc horde. And they fell, pierced and covered with arrows, like hedgehogs with nasty needles, with faces that were the quintessence of obscurantism, bears.
  Xena took it and sang:
  I'm a tough girl when it comes to fighting,
  I'll chop the orcs into cabbage and chalk...
  The girl is very barefoot,
  Don't lose it, count it one ruble at a time!
  And the warrior took and began to chop down the shaggy creatures without any mercy.
  Now that's a fight.
  Geta made a mill with two swords and sang:
  I will not surrender to the enemies, Satan's executioners,
  I will show fortitude in battle...
  And even though the fire lashes out, arrows hit the shoulders,
  We don't know, believe me, doubts!
  Lomik answered with a smile:
  -Ours, we can't give in to yours!
  And the boy's bare, round heel hit the orc general in the chin.
  Montana, too, having performed the mill technique with her swords, took it and squeaked:
  Don't spare the orcs,
  Destroy these bastards...
  Like crushing bedbugs,
  Beat them like cockroaches!
  And from the swings of the beauty's swords, the heads of the monsters fell. They looked like bears, but instead of a lower jaw, tentacles moved.
  Zena noted:
  - Our ability to fight coincides with our desires!
  And her swords flashed again, cutting off the heads of the opponents. And the rest of the warriors either fought using swords and sabers against the orcs in close combat, or shooting arrows through the backs of the fighters lined up in a wall. And it was truly a fight on a grand scale.
  The girls shot quickly. They used their bare, slender, muscular legs to pull the bowstring. And they did it with grace and agility.
  The boys fought too. Some of them, the smallest, and also the girls shot at the orcs with slingshots. And since they used slingshots with fast poison, the fire was very effective. And the pierced orcs kept falling and falling.
  Zena noted:
  - Young warriors are great!
  Geta noted:
  - And girls of different ages too - cool and not a slouch!
  And the boy jumped up and with his bare, childish heel hit the orc with the golden helmet in the jaw.
  He fell and the other bears beat him with clubs and swords.
  Lomik, while fighting with the orcs, shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - For Aquilonia, into a bloody battle!
  And the boy performed the butterfly technique. So much so that the severed heads of the shaggy bears flew. And such a howl stood over the ground. And the grass literally turned brown with blood.
  Xena threw boomerangs again, which flew past, cutting off the heads of this whole pack and sang:
  I am a warrior of great steepness,
  That it is capable of exterminating creatures like midges...
  With his incomparable strength in battle,
  I will torment everyone and actually kill them!
  Montana, cutting down the orcs, noted with a sweet look:
  - Whatever we do, it's for the best.
  A team of boys and girls, and there are about three thousand of them, worked against a huge horde of hairy and rather smelly bears. And they chopped them up and pierced them with dowels and arrows. And Geta even threw a package of explosives.
  It hit so hard that a couple hundred orcs were burned and another couple hundred were thrown into the air.
  Xena screamed:
  - Ultra cool!
  Montana exclaimed:
  - Keep it up!
  And the girl also took and chopped the deadly mill with her swords. And under the blow of Moloch, the heads of the chopped off orcs fell. And they keep rolling.
  Geta shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - But I'm a boy!
  And the butterfly reception with swords that so energetically chopped off the heads of ugly bears.
  Lomik noted with delight, cutting the orcs into pieces:
  But to be honest,
  The bears will definitely be finished!
  Geta, cutting down the orcs, picked up:
  It can't be, it can't be,
  Xena exclaimed:
  - Sister, tell me!
  Montana exclaimed:
  - I am immaculate!
  And the girl again with her naked, pink heel hits the orc in the chin. He falls over.
  The fight as a whole can be said to be under the dictation of a legion of children and girls.
  And now even the stupid orcs realized how terribly their ranks were thinning. And it finally dawned on their brains that total death reigned here. And now the ugly bears took off and fled.
  And the boys and girls rushed after them, pursuing this frenzied army. And the bare, pink heels of both children and representatives of the fair sex flashed.
  Geta, cutting down the orcs on the run, noted:
  - There are many nasty things in the world, but there are still more pleasant things!
  Lomik, cutting through the opponents, agreed:
  - Yes, more pleasant! Even when you work hard in the quarries, you sometimes have such sweet dreams!
  Xena laughed and replied:
  They beat me, they beat me, Don,
  How pleasant sleep is!
  And while chopping down the orcs, she added seriously:
  - Yes, I understand! You know, even the king of Aquilonia, Conan, managed to be a slave in his childhood. And this boy carried heavy loads all day long, no less than his own weight. But this only toughened the boy, and when he became a teenager, he managed to escape, and later formed a gang. - The warrior girl chopped with her swords, chopping off the heads of the orcs, and continued. - At first, this gang included the same barefoot boys as the runaway slave Conan, but then it became a much more serious gang. They called themselves Cossacks and robbers, then did something else. But believe me, the path to greatness was not easy!
  Geta nodded with a smile, cutting down the orcs:
  - I understand! And in general, when you gain freedom, it's sweet, isn't it?
  Lomik, cutting through the ugly bears, exclaimed:
  - Freedom is paradise! And maybe even more than just paradise with flowers!
  Xena, who knew a lot, noted:
  - Literally, paradise is translated as a garden! But of course, we put a much broader concept into it. That is, not just a place with flowers and sweet fruits. - The warrior queen jumped up, chopping off the heads of the fleeing orcs in a jump, and continuing their pursuit, she continued. - No, we represent a much fuller and wider range of pleasures there.
  Montana nodded, noting as she chopped down the ugly bears:
  - Yes, I can imagine how one could make love, with a dozen beautiful and trained young men at once. That would be the greatest pleasure!
  Another of the red-haired warriors, Elena, giggled and noted, cutting through the orcs:
  - Yes, it was great. But I prefer to engage in debauchery for love!
  Xena added swords and sang with passion:
  Kings can do anything,
  Kings can do anything...
  And the fate of the whole earth,
  Sometimes they do it!
  But whatever you say,
  Marry for love!
  No one can,
  Not a single king!
  No one can,
  Not a single king!
  Montana crushes ugly bears, noted:
  - And neither can the queen, not a single one! No matter how you look at it, the kingdom is essentially an honorable slavery!
  Xena replied with a smile:
  - Honorable slavery to power is more attractive than the shameful idleness of an empty place!
  Geta nodded his head and confirmed, striking down the orcs:
  - It is better to bear the burden of full power than an empty wallet, and even more so a hole in the head!
  Crowbar, chopping up the bears, added with unexpected wisdom for a boy who had recently been a half-naked slave:
  - It is unrealistic to achieve full power, but completely empty heads are encountered at every step!
  Montana, having chopped down the shaggy monsters, added with relish:
  - A gray head is bright only literally, but a bright head figuratively, will actually make the ruler a sun for his people!
  And the four continued their phasmogoric, non-stop running and pursuit of the orcs.
  Elena, chopping off the heads of these animals, noted:
  - A fool is happy with a red word, but as a result he only gets a scarlet squirt of blood from a broken nose!
  After which the pursuit of the orcs continued. But they had already been added. And they suffered almost no losses, if you don't count the wounded.
  Zena noted with a sweet look:
  - In chess, the greater the sacrifices in the victory, the more beautiful the game, in real war, the fewer the sacrifices in the victory, the more beautiful the battle!
  Geta nodded:
  - Yes, chess is a wonderful game!
  Lomik, having finished off another orc, squeaked:
  - A wonderful game? Can you show it?
  Geta-Aquasar nodded:
  - Yes, I'll cut out the figures and we'll play! A very interesting strategy! Let's play some more!
  Xena frowned:
  - Do you know chess too? Isn't that too much for a boy?
  The young warrior and sorcerer replied:
  - Not too much! You need to know and be able to do everything! And knowledge is like money - there is no such thing as too much!
  Lomik, in response, also showed his abilities, singing:
  Who does not have the light of knowledge,
  Damaged and spiritually weak...
  A nightmare demon possesses him,
  Not a man, but a miserable slave!
  And the boy warrior jumped up and splashed his bare feet into the pool of blood.
  Yes, it looked great.
  Xena chirped, baring her teeth:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a fight with orcs, boy, don't be shy!
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know that everything will be wonderful and okay!
  The last orcs were finished off, and the young and beautiful army stopped to rest. The boys and girls went to the grove for fresh fruit and to hunt. And they actually took and lit fires. After which they also gathered mushrooms.
  Geta remembered one of his exploits in his past life. Then he received a task, still only a sorcerer's apprentice, but very talented and smart to get into the castle. And Aquazar was then able to turn into a mouse and crawl through the cracks. And almost got lost. It's not that easy. And the mouse has natural enemies, and not only cats, but also rats. So Aquazar even got a little scared. But he completed the task, got to the box, and stole the ring. And when the cat tried to catch him, he grew in size for a couple of seconds, and he bit that clawed creature.
  Well, he dealt with her really well. And then he shrank back down and slipped into the crack with a ring on his tail. So, overall, it turned out really well. The boy turned out to be quick.
  Aquazar remembered this when cutting out chess pieces. There were more of them than in ordinary, human chess. On both sides there were fifty pieces, a hundred in total, and three hundred squares. That was the size of a large chessboard. But the squares were like in traditional chess - two colors - black and white.
  Which allows us to continue with tradition.
  Geta said with a sweet smile:
  - In this game there is only one king! But there are two or two queens - the most powerful pieces! And they are on both sides of the kings. If the king moves in all directions, but only one square, then the queens can move to the right, and to the left, and back, and forward, and diagonally. Only like a knight, they cannot move and capture. But they kind of guard the king, who stands in the very center of the board. And on the very edge are the rooks. And they can move to the right, and to the left, and forward, and backward, but they cannot move diagonally. But once in a game, if the king and rook have not made a single move, and there are no pieces between them, then castling is possible. The king then stands next to the rook, and the rook is on the square in front of the king.
  Lomik smiled and began to write something down. He had already learned to write a little - a very capable boy, a former slave.
  Geta continued:
  - The bishop moves back and forth diagonally and also captures. Queens, rooks, knights, bishop and king, as they move, so they capture. Now even pawns move only forward: the first move can be through one or two squares. And if the move has already been made, then only through one, and they capture one square diagonally and only forward.
  But upon reaching the last horizontal they can turn into any piece except the king.
  Lomik exclaimed:
  - This is cool!
  And the boy stamped his bare, tanned, callused feet and clapped his hands.
  Xena noted:
  - I am familiar with chess with sixty-four squares, and sixteen figures on each side - black and white. But in them there is one queen, and two other figures, and only eight pawns, and they stand in front of the figures.
  Geta nodded with a smile:
  - True! And here too the pawns stand in front, and all other figures including queens are two each, and only kings are one each. But besides pawns, there are also archers and slingers. And they move like pawns, and also upon reaching the last horizontal they turn into any figure except the king, but they take a slightly different shot.
  Archers shoot two squares diagonally. That is, a little further than the pawns. And slingers shoot across one square, that is, they can jump over a wall of pawns like a knight and hit, or checkmate if the king has no way out. Moreover, slingers shoot across one square both diagonally and in front of themselves.
  The infantry is strong and modernized here. There are only five slingers and they are located in the center in front of the king, queens, and jesters. But there are ten archers to the right of the king, and ten simple pawns to the left of the monarch.
  Xena licked her lips and noted:
  - This is great!
  Geta continued:
  - The closest to the king after the queens is the jester, he moves like a queen, but attacks like a knight, very agile and dangerous.
  Montana chirped, baring her teeth:
  We are great talents,
  But they are clear and simple...
  We are singers and musicians,
  Acrobats and jesters!
  The boy wizard continued to explain the rules of the ancient game:
  - Then follow after the jesters on both sides and to the right and left of the general. They move like a rook, but attack like a bishop. Quite dangerous figures, by the way, then go to the officer. Here they move diagonally like a bishop, but attack like a knight.
  Zena noted, crushing a woodlouse with her bare toes:
  - This is cool!
  Geta continued:
  - Then come two cardinals, one on each side - strong figures - they move like a queen, but attack like a rook.
  Next come the chariots - they walk like a horse, but strike like a boat - they are strong, I must say - perhaps even longer-ranged than horses.
  Next come the howitzers. They move like a bishop, but attack like a rook - very interesting pieces, I must say. Including the fact that they move and attack differently, which in traditional chess is only found among pawns.
  Then comes the guard cavalryman: he can walk and hit like a horse, but he can also knock down like a king. That is, stronger than an ordinary horse.
  Well, and finally, there are bishops, they can move without taking like a rook, but they attack like a knight. Serious figures.
  And then about the mortar - it moves like a king without taking, but can hit like a queen - that is, on the one hand it is slow-moving, and on the other it is very lethal.
  Next are the traditionally located: bishop, knight, and rook. The last one is on the very edge. Of course, you can add more figures, but I think a hundred is quite enough, fifty on each side and three hundred squares. And so the eyes run wide from the number of figures and possibilities!
  Xena exclaimed:
  - Yes, you can add figures, if you're careful! But I believe that in this case the optimal amount of force has been achieved, so that you don't go crazy!
  Geta finished cutting out the white pieces and began cutting out the black ones. And it was a very interesting occupation.
  Montana then logically noted:
  - Why three hundred cells? Maybe it would be better to make two hundred and fifty. That way the game will develop faster!
  Lomik giggled and sang:
  The world is not a chessboard,
  And not every player is a king...
  I feel sadness in my soul,
  The mood is going to zero!
  Xena growled angrily:
  - Why is your mood going down the drain? Maybe you forgot how as a slave boy you carried heavy baskets loaded with stones in the quarries. And how you broke rocks with a crowbar. And that you liked getting hit on the back, sides, and bare heels with a whip and a stick. And here he is in a minor mood!
  Lomik exclaimed:
  - No, I am full of joy and laughter!
  Geta exclaimed:
  - Everything is fine! We are quite ready for new achievements!
  And so the figures were cut out in a quick tempo. Quite roughly, of course, but they could be distinguished. And the king, on whom the boy-sorcerer put a lure, was especially good. And so this improvised crown turned out.
  After which Geta and Zena sat down opposite each other. According to tradition, white should move first. Although there were disputes here, of course. The warrior queen conceded the right of the first move to Geta. The boy-sorcerer moved the slinger across two squares from the king. Such an interesting game began.
  There was no en passant capture in this game. And Xena responded by throwing her slinger across two fields. And they came face to face.
  An interesting game began. Both sides fought for the center. And developed the pieces.
  Geta, who knew the game better, especially in the hundred-piece variation, quickly seized the initiative and launched a powerful attack. So that soon the king of Xena found himself in a mating net.
  The presence of many pieces that moved and hit in different ways made it difficult to calculate combinations and made the evaluation of the position very difficult.
  Geta played and made moves. Sometimes he sacrificed, sometimes he attacked. And finally he finished the job with a checkmate.
  Xena shook the boy wizard's hand and noted:
  - You obviously have some practice! Let's have a rematch!
  Geta asked:
  - Maybe we should play for money?
  The warrior princess nodded:
  - Come on! I don't mind! Five gold coins on each side!
  The boy wizard jumped up and with his bare, childish foot threw up the yellow circle. Then he caught it and sang:
  It's just a pity no one knows,
  And we don"t know ourselves...
  How much gold do we need?
  As much as a boy needs!
  Lomik noted:
  - This time the song doesn't rhyme!
  Geta answered with a sweet look:
  - These are blank verses! Where there is rhythm, but no literal rhyme, but there is indirect!
  Xena threw in five gold coins and said:
  - This time I'm white!
  And she began, but already throwing the slinger from the queen from the king's right hand. An interesting game began. But the more experienced Geta, still had the advantage and intercepted the initiative. And what about him, several centuries old, and he is much more experienced in games than the warrior queen.
  The pieces kept flashing and jumping. Complications and numerous exchanges followed. And finally, Geta's archer went to the queen. After which the attack on the king began, which ended in another checkmate.
  Xena threw down five gold coins and, yawning exaggeratedly, exclaimed:
  - That's enough! Now we'd better get some sleep! How much longer can we play!
  Geta agreed:
  - You can sleep!
  And having posted guards, the army of children and girls fell asleep.
  . CHAPTER #12.
  Orcs have really become a problem for Aquilonia. They may not be the most agile warriors, but they are physically strong, and most importantly, numerous. And orcs - the most vile thing is that they can be made with the help of magic from ordinary swamp clay, reeds, trees and weeds. So they themselves can be released indefinitely. Like in the game "Entente" or "Cossacks", where soldiers are stamped out in the thousands, and the computer leads them to the assault, and they are laid out in ranks, but new regiments are immediately formed.
  In any case, Aquilonia faced a considerable problem.
  And King Conan invited two sorcerers who had the heart of God, this is a wonderful artifact with supernatural power, capable of resurrecting even individuals who died many thousands of years ago. But of course it could do more than that. And a lot more... Only few knew how to use the capabilities of this marvelous stone. And even the greatest sorcerer and ruler of Archeron could not use its power to the fullest.
  Now a man and a woman - the Magi, together with this wonderful artifact, appeared at the palace of the King of Aquilonia.
  Conan greeted them cordially. A sumptuous table was set. Half-naked and beautiful dancers performed a dance.
  They slapped their bare, chiseled, tanned feet across the colored tiles.
  The musicians played the instruments.
  King Conan asked:
  - Can you use magic to protect the kingdom from wolves that are like locusts?
  The male wizard replied:
  - The Heart of God has colossal possibilities, but you need to know how to use them!
  The sorcerer woman confirmed:
  - It is possible to take out these orcs entirely, but we don"t know which specific spell is best to use for this!
  King Conan exclaimed in annoyance:
  - So are you any good?
  The sorcerer man replied:
  - But we have discovered a way to use the Heart of God to move people. You can be transferred to a place where you can get yourself the most powerful weapon. And then the orcs and the army of Turan will not be scary to you!
  The sorcerer woman added:
  - And we are firmly convinced that such a transfer is as real as reality itself!
  Conan the Barbarian grinned and replied:
  - It's not the first time I'm destined to go on a journey. It would be even curious!
  The male sorcerer confirmed:
  - We can do it at any moment, your majesty! Whenever you wish to leave!
  Conan the Barbarian replied:
  - Let's watch the fight between two beautiful girls, and then you can safely send me to a new world.
  The male sorcerer nodded:
  - Well, let's finish watching it! More precisely, we haven't started watching it yet.
  As if in harmony with the words, a horn sounded. And a red-haired girl ran out into the arena. She was half-naked, wearing only thin panties, and her hair was so similar to flames that one could not help but feel the fear of getting burned by it.
  The girl bowed and shuffled her bare, tanned feet.
  In her right hand she held a long sword and in her left a short dagger.
  Then another girl, with hair as white as snow, ran out, flashing her bare heels. She was also wearing only thin panties, black. And in her right hand was a curved sabre, and in her left a shield.
  Both girls bowed again to Conan and then to each other.
  The Magi noted:
  - Very pretty girls!
  The King of Aquilonia smiled and noted:
  - I'm betting on the redhead!
  The male sorcerer exclaimed:
  - And I'm going for the blonde!
  And so the fight began, the girls came together in a fight. The blonde and the redhead clashed, so much so that sparks flew from the sabers. And the duel went on.
  So far on equal terms. And there was no damage. The redhead struck with a dagger, but it hit the shield.
  Conan noted:
  - Good girls!
  The male Volkh nodded:
  - No, we are not weak!
  The fight continued. The girls already had cuts. And blood was dripping. And bare, chiseled feet were leaving graceful marks on the colored tiles of the palace.
  Zenobia noted with a smile:
  - It would be a shame if any of these girls died! Or even got seriously injured!
  Conan agreed:
  - What a pity! Their delicate skin is already damaged!
  And the King of Aquilonia exclaimed:
  - That's it! Stop fighting! I declare a draw!
  The girls, leaving behind scarlet, barefoot, beautiful footprints, went their separate ways.
  The male sorcerer remarked with a smile:
  - Well, okay, friendship won!
  Conan nodded to the sorcerers. The three of them rose from the table and walked away. The King of Aquilonia said in a thunderous voice:
  - Enough! There's no point in delaying it any longer, transfer me quickly!
  The male sorcerer replied:
  - Well, it's not that much! But let's go to the small throne room, so that fewer people can see it.
  The two wizards and the king left the large throne room. And entered a smaller room. In it was a table in the shape of a pentagram.
  The male sorcerer placed the heart of God in its center.
  And the female sorcerer began to dance and perform rituals.
  Conan the Barbarian looked at this, his eyes blinking. And then suddenly this happened.
  The wondrous artifact declared itself brightly, and after the next word spoken by the sorcerer, it flared up... As if firecrackers had exploded and Conan the Barbarian felt a powerful jolt. And he was thrown up, turning over in the air.
  Then it flared again. Only this time the light was a mixture of violet and orange.
  And the king of Aquilonia seemed to be pierced by rays of light. And he felt himself in a fundamental flight. And he was spun from side to side. And then everything just froze.
  Conan felt himself falling and landing, after which he was overwhelmed by a multitude of different smells. Moreover, unfamiliar and very unpleasant.
  The King of Aquilonia opened his eyes. And he found himself in some unfamiliar place. Wide city streets, and a little further away on the highway some constructions were flying around with people sitting inside. This was really a phasmagoria. And the sensations were strange, as if the king had become smaller.
  Conan glanced at himself: there was indeed reason to be confused.
  The body of a grown giant man turned into a boy of about ten or eleven years old. True, it was quite muscular and well-defined.
  Conan was wearing only shorts. His feet were bare and childish. And this caused confusion in the former king.
  Moreover, it was quite cool, and it was clear that dressed ladies were walking along the streets, many in high-heeled shoes, and others in jackets.
  There were indeed a lot of women, and mostly they were young.
  Conan slapped his bare feet on the sidewalk. Everything here was so unusual and unfamiliar. The boy king asked the first girl he came across:
  - What kind of city is this?
  She looked at the boy and squeaked:
  - Why are you barefoot and half naked? Come on, get dressed, you'll catch a cold!
  Conan shrugged and replied:
  - I lost my clothes... That's just how it happened!
  Another woman, a little older, remarked:
  - The boy seems out of his mind! It's time to call the police!
  The king noted as he became young:
  - This is not a good idea! If you want, I'll bring you the bag!
  The woman nodded:
  - Okay, barefoot beggar! So be it, I'll pay you!
  Conan took the bag in his hand. He felt strong despite his childish body, and this gave him confidence. Indeed, he was transported to some strange world. Here, horseless carriages rushed on wheels, and some sharp smells tickled his nostrils. But at least he understood their language, and could look for something interesting. True, it was unclear why he, a rather large man, turned into a boy. But it was easy to move and it was obvious that he had even become more agile.
  Conan jumped and spun around like a top. He was so agile. And he was able to spin seven times at once. Now that's a real fighter.
  At that moment, a terrible siren began to sound. And the cars began to flow to the sides, and people began to hide in different cracks.
  The woman muttered:
  - These are just a couple of planes, we are far from the front line!
  Conan asked again:
  - To what line?
  The woman added:
  - Front! And you, in general, are like from another planet!
  The boy king exclaimed:
  - Perhaps! But I am ready to help you if necessary!
  A younger girl approached. Conan noticed with his keen gaze that there were no old women in sight. And that the women looked either girls or no older than thirty-five. This did not particularly surprise him, as there was rejuvenation magic. And for example, Xena, who was well over fifty years old, looked like a young girl.
  The girl, therefore, despite her outward youth, could even be old enough to be the grown-up Conan"s grandmother.
  What's interesting is that she was barefoot and wearing a short skirt. Although the weather was not summer at all. And for example, Conan, who was used to the fact that Aquilonia has a climate without winter (this is not the planet Earth, but a world populated mainly by people in a climate that is not too hot, but even, like summer in a temperate zone), did not feel particularly comfortable.
  A girl with an athletic figure and a short skirt exclaimed:
  - This is a young athlete! Do you want to fight in a fight without rules?
  Conan nodded:
  - Of course! Fighting is what I do best!
  The female fighter confirmed:
  - Then follow me! First, you will have a fight with a boy, so that they can see what you are capable of. And then, to the children's tournament, if I am not mistaken about you. But you jumped so deftly that I immediately understood - a great, athletic talent!
  Conan noted:
  - Don't doubt it!
  - Then follow me! - And flashing bare, round, slightly dusty heels the girl rushed to the car. Conan rushed after her. They ran up to the car covered with armor. When the girl jumped in, Conan felt some hesitation. Indeed, it was somehow scary to stick his nose into a carriage without a horse, which was possibly driven by demons. But the boy king did not want to be thought a coward and jumped into a soft chair. It was warm and pleasant inside.
  They drove along the highway. And now the rest of the people around seemed somehow awkward. There were many women. Indeed, there were no old women. There were simply those who were young, mature women, but not older than thirty-five years of age. That is, when a representative of the fair sex is at her prime, not yet approaching old age.
  Well, there were also girls, although there were relatively few of them on the streets. Conan saw only a man in a police uniform. Also a couple of young men, with clean-shaven faces, and with them a few more girls, also in uniform.
  Conan the boy asked:
  - Is your stronger sex wiped out in wars?
  The sports girl replied:
  - No! One of our half-mad scientists created a virus that, although it does not give immortality, does leave the aging process. But it had a side effect - boys began to be born a thousand times less than girls. As a result, men are in terrible shortage.
  Conan the Barbarian chuckled and remarked:
  - I regret that I'm not an adult now!
  The warrior girl asked with a smile:
  - And were you an adult?
  The boy hero sang in response:
  What advice would you give me?
  Should I reveal this terrible secret?
  Life has become so complicated,
  And believe me, fortune doesn"t owe us anything!
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - What is your name, young man?
  The boy king answered honestly, deciding that there was no point in hiding it in this case:
  - I'm Conan!
  The barefoot athlete replied:
  - And I'm Avelina! I think we'll be friends!
  Conan sang jokingly:
  Let's become friends together,
  In the big yard...
  Together we will spin,
  Let's dance and sing!
  The girl laughed in response and remarked:
  - Well, you really are just a child! You sing and compose so merrily.
  Conan noted with a smile:
  Anyone can write something bad,
  I am a nightingale in the composition...
  Fight in hand-to-hand combat,
  Hit him on the back of the head with a baton!
  They pulled up to a large building. Three large girls in leather jackets stood at the entrance. And on the leash were dogs that looked like very large German shepherds.
  They nodded to Aveline, who blew them a kiss. Then she led Conan further, remarking:
  - You'll have to fight girls at the tournament. There are too few boys. But now, during the warm-up, you'll fight a boy. Just please don't hurt him!
  Conan replied, stamping his bare foot:
  - Don't be afraid! I have an idea!
  They entered a room with soft mattresses on the floor. There was a ring with ropes. And there really were several girls, two adult women and a boy.
  Avelina exclaimed:
  - I brought you a real treasure!
  A large, muscular woman replied:
  - That's very good! Let him show himself! Masha will warm up with him!
  Avelina objected:
  - Let him fight with the Fox!
  The female athlete frowned:
  - Will he be able to handle him? They are in different weight categories.
  The fox was indeed already a teenager, about fourteen years old, very muscular, wearing only sports shorts, and quite tanned.
  Conan said confidently:
  - You have to be able to fight even with strong opponents! Otherwise you won't learn anything!
  The fox nodded, noting:
  - He's got defined muscles, and the way he moves, he's not a newbie. I think we'll have an interesting fight!
  The female trainer growled:
  - Move away, give them space!
  The girl fighters, jumping on their bare, sinewy legs, jumped out of the ropes. And both boys came out to meet each other. Conan's opponent was almost a head taller. Obviously heavier as well. Conan looked like a normal size for a ten-eleven year old, if a little wider in the shoulders, due to developed and defined muscles. What an interesting confrontation between the two boys.
  The beautiful girl struck the gong. And the Fox grabbed Conan by the shoulders, intending to perform a wrestling move. The boy king hit him in the neck with a half-clenched fist. The muscular teenager's face twisted and he fell.
  Conan noted:
  - Since this is a fight without rules, that's what I do. I just hit without hugs!
  The female trainer noted:
  Everything that leads to victory is wonderful,
  Take control of the enemy, but the means don"t count!
  Avelina noted with a smile:
  - That's right! He's a boy who's smart beyond his years! Especially in fights without rules, there are only some restrictions - for example, you can't hit someone in the eyes with your fingers, or strangle someone directly by the throat, or spit or use weapons.
  A woman who looked slightly younger remarked:
  - I think he has every chance to win the children's tournament. And we can make money on the totalizator. Just don't forget to warn him not to drop his opponent right away - the first three minutes are work for the crowd!
  Avelina nodded:
  - Yes, exactly! That's why the boy should hide his strength and skill!
  The female trainer sang:
  If the strong seem weak,
  If you're weak, then bristle...
  For the sake of the valor of the state,
  Fight for your life!
  After which she added:
  - Now take the boy to the shower. He needs to be clean before the fight!
  Conan was taken away...
  Avelina noted with a sweet look:
  - The boy turned out to be quick!
  The female trainer noted:
  - Too fast. Maybe even the security service will be interested!
  The younger female trainer nodded:
  - Where is this boy from?
  Avelina replied:
  - He doesn't say. Although does it matter?
  An older female trainer noted:
  - Maybe he is a spy?
  - The child is a spy? - The sportswoman burst out laughing.
  One of the girl fighters sang:
  The aiguillette grows dull from peaceful life,
  In idleness the color of the banners fades...
  And he who speaks of humanism,
  Spy, spy, spy!
  The female trainer noted:
  - Well, okay, although he may already be imprisoned, on suspicion of espionage! But I hope he's a good boy!
  Avelina replied:
  - I'm counting on it too! However, a strong boy won't be lost in a juvenile colony either!
  Conan was washed thoroughly under the shower, with shampoo and soap. After that, they gave him sports panties. The boy fought in exactly this way. The girls wore thongs.
  Conan was led to a cot. The young warrior lay down and two beautiful, muscular girls began to massage him. It was very pleasant. And the fair sex were strong. In addition, there was a TV in the hall - still black and white, but with a fairly large screen.
  They were showing a movie on it: you could see moving vehicles with guns and tracks. Conan didn't know tanks existed yet. But it was interesting to watch. These vehicles looked like monsters. Some of them were lighter, more agile, with streamlined shapes, while others were heavier. And that was really cool.
  The boy felt the sports girls massaging his childish, elastic feet, which was ticklish and fun. The young warrior sang:
  The girls came,
  They stand to the side...
  The boys are watching,
  They are storing up frustration!
  The girls nodded approvingly. And Conan continued watching the movie. He smiled broadly, and his teeth shone. Now a tank battle had begun. Shells were flying, mostly missing, but there were hits. Several vehicles caught fire. The smoke was some kind of greenish. And it swirled in a snake-like shape. Some tanks broke apart, others were cut to pieces, tracks were torn off, and rollers were spinning.
  Conan noted, exclaiming with delight:
  - Now that's geometry!
  Although he himself did not quite understand what geometry meant, the word was learned and seemed wise.
  Flames erupted from the tanks' long barrels as they fired. Then they showed the crew inside. The girls were quite dirty from soot, but very pretty, and they fired shells into the semiautomatic cannon.
  One of them, a reddish blonde, muttered:
  -We are for peace, for friendship, for the smiles of loved ones, for the warmth of meetings!
  The girls were shooting, the gun was quite fast-firing with electrical wiring and a good optical sight. Computers in this world had only just begun to appear, and there were some tube ones. But Conan, of course, had no idea about this. Although, of course, in his world he still learned to read and write - it's not for nothing that he is a king.
  But I learned it when I was already an adult.
  The boy and former king marveled at such a miracle as television, but kept his emotions to himself. Especially since he had already seen something similar - a silver saucer, on which a golden apple rolls under the influence of magic. And it shows different views and countries. And not black and white, but in color.
  Conan couldn't help but ask:
  - Why are there no colors or shades?
  The massage girl replied:
  - They don't know how to do it in color on TV yet. But they already shoot in cinemas with a camera, and there are very bright films! And what country are you from?
  Conan blurted out without thinking:
  - From Aquilonia!
  The girls looked at each other and asked:
  - It's probably a very small country. We've never heard of it!
  Conan answered honestly:
  - And she's on another planet!
  The masseuse girls giggled. And continued massaging the athletic boy.
  On TV they showed how the guns fired direct fire. Some girls were in uniform, others were leaning on their bare, sharpened feet, and sending large, deadly shells. It was a real, combat mess.
  Conan had never seen a gun either. But in some ancient books, sorcerers who had talismans of movement, traveled to other worlds, and described such devices. Even in particularly advanced editions there were drawings.
  Conan himself dreamed of going beyond his home planet. But for that, magic of a very high level was needed. And here, only the heart of God could help, or someone of the level of the Lord of Ishma, or Archeron.
  Conan himself also thought about magic. At least to look younger. He was already over forty, and although there were no signs of old age yet, but still. And there were wrinkles on his face, and he didn't get up so cheerfully in the morning, and he didn't throw himself at women as much.
  And the first cracks and holes begin to appear in the teeth. And even if only a little, but a little faster with a large load, fatigue sets in.
  Considering Conan's love of wine, liver problems are not far off.
  Therefore, the king of Aquilonia began to show interest in rejuvenation magic. Moreover, some particularly advanced sorcerers could live for more than one century. And the lord of Archeron, da Xakoltun, did not even show signs of aging, although he lived for a couple of millennia. And then he was resurrected from the dead.
  But Conan was still completely healthy and didn't pay much attention to it. And now he's just a boy. Which on the one hand is great, of course, and attempts to find the elixir of eternal life faded into the background. Especially since there was a lot of interesting things in this world.
  For example, they show a winged machine that flies through the air. And the propellers are spinning. This is an airplane made of duralumin and with machine guns on board. It can fire quite decently. And there are also female aces at the controls.
  A car with machine guns in rapid motion. They are mostly propeller-driven, but there are also jet-powered ones. And they hum aggressively. They leave behind a long, blue trail.
  Conan exclaimed:
  - Wow! Magic!
  The masseuse exclaimed:
  - No, it"s not magic, it"s technology!
  Another sang:
  How far progress has come,
  To unprecedented miracles!
  There will be astronauts soon,
  Let's fly without any hassle!
  And so in the film, and it is a fictional film, the plane just exploded. And the debris flew in all directions.
  The boy hero said with a sigh:
  - I feel sorry for the girl!
  The athlete answered with a smile:
  - And I feel even more sorry for the guys! There's only one of them for every thousand females!
  Conan noted with a smile:
  - This is a paradise for men!
  The masseuse noted:
  - But hell for women!
  Avelina appeared again. She was wearing only a bikini, yet so athletic, muscular and toned.
  The female fighter reported:
  - Get up Conan, your turn is coming soon! Watch the fights of the youngest group for now!
  The boy king exclaimed:
  - A hard-boiled egg needs to be boiled for fifteen minutes, and I, being an eternal barbarian, am always ready!
  . CHAPTER #13.
  Meanwhile, Aquazar-Geta and a squad of boys settled down at the outpost. The young warriors relatively easily killed a small group of orcs with arrows and crossbows, and only one wounded man was left. This boy was placed on a stretcher, and a nurse girl began to cast a spell over him. She anointed him with a potion and the young warrior fell asleep.
  Aquazar-Geta and the other boys hunted a little. And not without success.
  Here were a couple of gazelles and a roe deer roasting. It smelled very appetizing. Aquazar-Geta thought that it was not bad to be a boy and have loyal, reliable, albeit inexperienced and naive comrades.
  Lomik, for example, trains to throw daggers and boomerangs using the toes of his bare, childish feet. The boy does this quite successfully.
  Xena shows him how to reproduce this more successfully with his feet.
  The girl demonstrated extraordinary dexterity with her bare, graceful feet. She really showed miracles of her technique.
  Lomik noted:
  - You should have been born a man!
  Xena objected:
  - No! These are prejudices! Both the strong and the fair sex can be warriors just as well!
  Aquazar-Geta sang:
  Anyone who is a man is born a warrior,
  So it happened: the gorilla took the stone...
  When the enemies are legion without number,
  And in the heart a flame burns hotly!
  Xena confirmed:
  - Of course! Every person is a warrior! Just don't compare people to gorillas! This is an extremely humiliating comparison for a person!
  Lomik noted:
  - There is a version that people came from the Gods! They are like their younger grandchildren!
  Aquazar-Geta did not argue:
  - It is quite possible! We all have a particle of Divinity in us and it should be developed!
  After which the boy wizard took and cut off a piece of roast roe deer with a dagger and put it in his mouth. He began to chew the juicy meat. The thought arose in his head again: how to take revenge on Conan.
  And Xena suggested:
  - Let's play chess again! This time I'll definitely beat you!
  Aquazar-Geta replied:
  - Yes, but I don't play without interest! Let's bet a gold coin!
  The warrior princess nodded:
  - What's going on! It's really not interesting to play without money!
  Lomik noted with a smile:
  - There are three things that are eternal: problems, gods and money! And I'm not sure about the gods!
  Aquazar-Geta chuckled and replied:
  - Yes, me too! But life does not end with the death of the body - that's for sure! You just have to be able to control your soul!
  Lomik asked curiously:
  - And how exactly to manage?
  Xena noted:
  - There are some techniques that allow the soul to leave its body. And then your spirit travels. But only advanced sorcerers can do this. Or those who have had this gift since childhood!
  Aquazar-Geta nodded:
  - Yes! This is the so-called flight into the astral or mental! Or even the ability to move into another body. Although if it were so simple, then what would it cost, for example, to incarnate into a king or emperor!
  Lomik answered with a smile:
  - Nothing!
  Xena muttered:
  - Better bring the chess! Let's play!
  The boy started running, his bare, round, childish heels flashing. The warrior queen thought that these little men were very cute creatures! So funny. And you can just be friends with them and they don't crawl under your skirt with their playful hands.
  Aquazar-Geta cut off a piece of meat and threw it to the baby cheetah. Such an animal is also an excellent hunter.
  Soon the orcs will attack again and we will have to fight them. The dark lord who once became a boy stamped out orcs himself and created magical armies. They can be reproduced in huge quantities and taken by numbers.
  The boy wizard turned on his side. He took it and traced a pentagram with his bare toes. And in it appeared an image of the area in the castle of the red rulers' wizards. A dozen wizards were conjuring something over a potion. They were whispering spells and throwing some powder into the cauldron. Steam was coming from the bubbling liquid - they were obviously conjuring.
  Lomik ran up to Goethe and stared at the pentagram, the image suddenly disappeared.
  The former slave boy asked:
  - What was that?
  Aquazar-Geta replied:
  - A gathering of red sorcerers. - The boy snapped his right index finger, knocking the insect away. Then he added, - Looks like you scared them off!
  Crowbar whistled:
  - Wow! That's probably how it happens!
  The boys bumped fists together and then burst into laughter, as children usually do.
  Aquazar-Geta threw a dry twig into the fire and sang:
  The fire is the brightest flame,
  My love is burning...
  Even though the enemy is cunning and treacherous,
  But it will be broken!
  
  Even though he is a predatory, mad villain,
  And it ruins the land...
  Love in the soul is like a nightingale,
  Harmony and paradise!
  Lomik nodded with a smile that was childish and sweet:
  - You sing and compose well! I am a warrior now, not a slave bent under the whip of an overseer. And I need to speak well, and this really does look like heaven!
  Zena jumped up to them and said aggressively:
  - Well, where's the chess? Where were you running!
  Lomik blinked and replied:
  - I didn't find them! Where did they go!
  The warrior princess growled:
  - But I found it!
  And she took the board out from behind her belt. And she shouted:
  - Well, let's play! Just remember the rule - if you take it, you go!
  Aquazar-Geta chuckled and remarked:
  - There are many other rules in chess! However, let's play and not look short-sightedly!
  Having quickly set up the pieces, the boy and the adult woman began to play. They made move after move. Aquazar-Geta, as a sorcerer and more experienced, seized the initiative. And so he began an attack on the king. The fight became sharp. And the pieces flew. Aquazar remembered how he played with the red sorcerer. And then the abuse was sharper, and the opponent stronger. But then the black ruler managed to outwit the seasoned wolf and checkmate him.
  Now Xena didn't seem like such a serious opponent, and her king was tangled in the mating net.
  The boy even made moves with his bare toes. And Zena tickled his bare, round heel.
  Aquazar-Geta laughed and made a couple more moves, checkmating the warrior queen's king.
  Xena responded aggressively, trying to flick the cheeky wizard boy on the nose. However, Geta dodged. And Xena missed and giggled, noting:
  - You're a cutie! So fast!
  The boy wizard replied:
  - There's a whole horde approaching us! But it's not that bad. It could be worse!
  Xena laughed and remarked:
  We will fight fiercely,
  It's as clear as day...
  We will finish off the enemy like a clown,
  There is no kinder creature!
  Indeed, a small group of children and girls turned around and loaded their bows and crossbows. They were ready to fight with great fury. Now the orcs are rushing to attack. And they are met with very accurate shots, and from a long distance. And the girls pulled the bowstrings with their bare toes. And they launch deadly arrows. And they shower the orcs, piercing their skin, and knocking out red-brown fountains.
  Now the battle has begun. The child warriors and warrior girls are trying to act from a distance. And they are shooting from bows, trying to launch arrows more often.
  Aquazar-Geta fires and sings:
  The accuracy of the strike is not easy,
  We'll kill the orcs very accurately...
  We will have such beauty,
  Not even a branch will break in battle!
  When the orcs broke through to a closer distance, they were hit with a flamethrower. And they started to burn these creatures with a scorching flame. This is how the homemade devices made according to Geta's drawings worked.
  The boys and girls squealed with delight. It really did look really cool.
  Lomik noted with surprise:
  - You are inventive, my brother!
  Aquazar-Geta exclaimed:
  That the light is teaching,
  In winter and spring...
  I insist without exception,
  All the evil spirits of the forest!
  And the boys continued to fire from flamethrowers using tree resin. The onslaught of the orcs weakened. And they rolled back with the wave to their original positions. More precisely, they fled. The children's and girls' squad did not pursue them and the surviving monsters ran away.
  After which the young team sat down again. Instead of chess, Zena suggested playing cards. She was probably more competent at them.
  But Aquazar-Geta also knew many secrets and tricks. And therefore he was not at all lost in the game. And he threw one card after another. And quite cleverly outplayed the warrior queen. Making beautiful layouts with trumps.
  Xena had to throw Geta a couple of gold coins. The boy caught them deftly with his bare feet. Then Xena challenged him to a bow and arrow competition. Aquazar-Geta agreed.
  A boy and a warrior girl first shot at a motionless apple. Both of them had their arrows pierced right into the center of the target. Then they split the arrows at the base with their arrows. And they did this several times. And they showed their accuracy.
  Then Lomik started throwing apples up. And Zena and Aquazar-Geta were already shooting at the moving target. Which looked pretty funny.
  Geta even sang:
  There is a wild fire raging inside me,
  It's probably too late to put it out...
  He put all the force of his rage into the blow,
  He who shook the sky, who shook the stars!
  Zena noted in annoyance:
  - An unusually accurate boy. But I agree, the warrior queen!
  Aquazar-Geta sang:
  People admired the Queen,
  All the boys in the yard fell in love...
  She didn't answer them,
  He knocked out teeth like crazy!
  Xena muttered:
  - What a naughty boy you are. Do you want your heels fried?
  Aquazar-Geta chuckled and replied:
  - Let's run barefoot on the coals together. I wonder who will break first - the girl or the boy!
  Xena took the boomerang and threw it with her bare toes. It flew past, cut a few blades of grass, and came back. Then the boy warrior Geta threw the weapon. And it also cut a few things, and then came back. Now that was really cool.
  Then Xena and Geta launched their boomerangs into the air, and they spun around, colliding several times, then flying apart again. And eventually they pierced each other.
  The Warrior Princess noted:
  - I see you can do a lot, but you can"t defeat me!
  Aquazar-Geta snorted resentfully:
  - Look at what I can do!
  And the boy launched the boomerang with his bare, childish foot. It flew high up and disappeared behind the clouds.
  Aquasar-Geta chirped:
  - This is a flight, let it fly!
  Xena whistled.
  - Yes, you threw it far! Maybe you are a sorcerer and not a child?
  Geta chuckled and sang:
  Yesterday I was still just a child,
  There's nothing you can do about it...
  He became a wolf cub, he was once a lamb,
  The evil Muscovites will be finished!
  And the boy wizard burst out laughing. Zena, on the contrary, frowned. Her face twisted. Lomik brought her a piece of excellent venison, soaked in tomato sauce. Zena carefully bit it off. She chewed and noted:
  - Not badly fried!
  And the warrior girl's teeth bit through the juicy crust. And started chewing. The meat was tender and very pleasant to the taste.
  Aquazar-Geta remarked with a sigh:
  - It's a pity that I'm still a boy... We would have been perfect for each other!
  Xena replied with a smile:
  - I look like a girl, but in reality, I'm already quite old. I just have a particle of Ares' energy, and I drank rejuvenating ambrosia.
  Aquazar-Geta nodded:
  - Yes, you have accomplished many feats, and not only in this world. And they have become famous throughout the centuries...
  And the boy wizard also bit off a little bit of the gazelle's leg. He admired Xena. Although they had had skirmishes in their past lives. When he was the dark lord of Ishma. Then he was called to stop Xena, who was walking like a meteor across the sky with her army. And the spirits of the demons together with Aquazar were able to put the girl's army to flight with the help of strong magic. Xena was then knocked off her horse by a stream of powerful dark magic energy, and was badly injured. Yes, the people of the circle showed their strength.
  The warrior queen has no idea what power she has. And several centuries ago, Aquazar was a simple man and even a slave boy. This is how an ordinary mortal can develop. From the lowlands to the heights.
  Xena really does look like a young and healthy girl. She healed her wounds and scars with a special potion and kept herself in great shape. There are many ways to look younger with the help of magical herbs.
  And the ruler of Ishma could influence his body, or even move into someone else's. The flesh was adjusted.
  Now he is a boy, but with incredible strength and agility. The main thing is the magical spirit and it is primary.
  Zena took a sip of wine. It was scarlet, bubbly and sweet. She gave Goethe a sip. The boy took a couple of sips and noted:
  - It looks like honey!
  Xena nodded and sang:
  I am a queen like your dad,
  Well, dad has a stern paw...
  And if she grabs you by the scruff of the neck,
  That won't be honey at all!
  The boy and the girl, who is already over fifty, but she is young and fresh, knocked their bare feet together. So that even sparks fell. Then Aquazar-Geta said, pointing his finger to the sky:
  - Look, the boomerang is coming back!
  Indeed, the messenger sent by the magical child was returning. And with him, in the very center, was a pomegranate fruit of three colors.
  Xena whistled.
  - Wow! This looks like a pomegranate from the Garden of Olympus!
  Aquazar-Geta confirmed:
  - That's right! And it has a wonderful property of resurrecting the dead within three days after death! It's a pity, but only the heart of God can bring back to life those who died long ago!
  Xena replied with a smile:
  - Yes, the heart of God, this is the most valuable artifact on the entire planet. With its help, even Lord Archeron himself was defeated! And its capabilities are still known and understood by few!
  Aquazar-Geta smiled and asked:
  - Would you like to rule the whole world with his help?
  Xena answered honestly:
  - I dreamed about it when I was young! But now I don't want to! Just think how much trouble there is in ruling the whole world, and honor and service quickly become boring. - The girl clicked her bare toes and continued. - And Conan decided that he had enough of Aqualonia. And he doesn't make plans to create a world empire. If the enemy comes, Conan will defeat him, but he himself will not try to seize power!
  Aquazar-Geta shrugged and replied:
  - Power over the world is vanity! The main happiness is not in this at all!
  Zena nodded and lay down on her stomach, asking the boy:
  - Walk on my back!
  Geta's bare feet stepped onto the muscular back of a young and strong woman. She was graceful, after all, Xena.
  The boy walked along it, deftly straightening the bones of his spine and sang:
  Along the winding path,
  Barefoot boys' feet...
  I'm tired of walking aimlessly,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  And the boy jumped up and down in the air four times, and then landed again. And his bare, round heels hit Zena's spine. So much so that it crunched. The warrior girl moaned with pleasure. It all looked so cool.
  Zene exclaimed:
  You and I and one company,
  You and I are one company,
  There is charm in every sea,
  Like mother and son!
  Aquazar-Gethe wanted to say that he was much older than Xena, but he realized in time that it would be inappropriate. It is dangerous to tell the truth. Especially when everyone is sure that you are a little boy, and so frankly without any embarrassment.
  The most important thing now is to find the heart of God. It can give power. Moreover, the dark lord knows something special about it. The greatest lord Archeron was defeated by two priests, who in their level of knowledge of sorcery were not even close to the black lord of Ishma. But it seems they knew how to reverse the resurrection spell. So they are not so simple.
  It is not so easy to steal the heart of God. Perhaps there is protection installed in it. It is just that the lord of Archeron did not know how to do this. And it was stolen from him, and then used against the king of the people of wizards. If anyone surpassed Aquasar in magic, it was Xaltotun.
  Zena obviously felt that the boy was thinking and asked:
  - You frown your brow, cutie!
  Geta replied with a smile:
  - I started thinking about higher matters! For example, what is the Almighty, and why does He tolerate chaos!
  Xena responded logically to this:
  - Because the ideal order is not interesting! Isn't that so?
  Aquazar-Geta nodded and sang:
  Can you imagine what the situation is like?
  Everything that will come true is known to us in advance...
  And then why the worries, the doubts,
  The schedule will provide for everything in the world!
  And we challenge the storms,
  From what and why,
  To live in a world without surprises,
  Impossible for anyone!
  Let there be successes, failures,
  They climbed up and down,
  Only this way and no other way,
  Only this way and no other way,
  Long live surprise,
  Surprise, surprise
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise, surprise
  Long live surprise!
  Xena laughed and remarked:
  - You answered quite logically, kid! Indeed, if the Almighty had predetermined everything and led according to a plan, it would be boring.
  Aquazar-Geta noted:
  - Yes, the world is unpredictable, but that's great! And it's great that we don't know what will happen even in five minutes! And that's the beauty of it!
  Xena agreed:
  - Yes, that's right! It's a joy when surprises await you, and pleasant ones at that. But when unpleasant ones, it's not quite a joy!
  The boy wizard noted:
  - But he can't lead all the time either. Sometimes there are difficult days. For example, these orcs are like dirt. And killing them is like squashing mosquitoes or flies outside. It also makes sense to slap insects indoors. Otherwise, they just multiply like mushrooms after rain!
  Xena muttered:
  - Yes, orcs are not the best fighters. But they can, like sleepy grass, grow in large numbers. And that's their nastiness. Like cockroaches, which if you don't crush them all, will breed even more. And what do you suggest, my little one?
  Geta actually suggested:
  - Why not use the heart of God to prevent new orcs from emerging from swamps and windfalls? That would be much more practical!
  Xena laughed and remarked:
  - What a brain you are! It could be done. If of course the Magi know how to fight the orc invasion. The Heart of God is a great power, but in the hands of a simple man, it is just a heated stone. And he will not achieve anything with it. But in the hands of a master, these are fantastic possibilities!
  Aquasar-Geta wanted to say something else, but an alarm sounded. This meant that the orcs were going into battle again.
  If Akvazar knew the world of the twenty-first century and computer games, then in them, too, the enemy-computer troops can attack endlessly, no matter how many of them are killed. Especially in such strategies as "Cossacks", "Entente" and others. In them, you can lay down millions yourself, and destroy enemies in the same way.
  Aquazar-Geta, by the way, knew that there are worlds in the vastness of space where development has gone the technological way. And there are all sorts of wonderful strategies and magnificent things that allow you to have fun and create miracles.
  Xena may have heard something about this too. Some high-class sorcerers and gods can travel between worlds.
  And even an ordinary person can do it if he finds the appropriate artifact.
  Although such movement takes up a lot of magical energy.
  And now again a squad of boys and girls is repelling a swift attack of orcs, who are rushing towards them like a roaring avalanche.
  Aquasar-Geta threw an improvised explosive device, scattering the orcs. Other children and girls fired from bows and crossbows. And they used catapults.
  Here Lomik aimed the crossbow, which automatically spat out fifty arrows, like a primitive machine gun, answering:
  - Look at Geta what you made!
  Aquazar replied:
  - I can still do a lot of things!
  And with his bare toes he threw another deadly pea.
  And again the orcs fly off in different directions.
  And how they don't burn and kill them. They use literally every method, they beat, and beat, and beat!
  Zena sang with a smile:
  But the pulsation of the heart and veins,
  Tears of our children, mothers...
  They say we want change,
  Throw off the yoke of hellish chains!
  Aquazar-Geta hit his opponents with a flamethrower. And continued to burn them with great energy and force. He was a real boy-terminator. And he could not be stopped or restrained in any way.
  Xena was also in good shape. And she first hit the orcs with bows from a distance. Moreover, the warrior queen shot from two weapons at once, and did it quite energetically. She was a really cool warrior, capable of a lot.
  Aquazar-Geta noted:
  - We exterminate them like locusts!
  The orcs, however, snapped back. They threw darts and the number of wounded in the detachment increased. And one of the boys got a dart right in the eye and the thirteen-year-old fell down dead.
  The girl also suffered - the orc's axe cut off her head. Then another boy died. However, the orcs' onslaught dried up and they retreated.
  Zena noted with displeasure:
  - Three killed and more than twenty wounded!
  Aquasar-Geta clarified:
  - I got the Olympus garnet. In the first three days we can still bring back the dead.
  Xena confirmed:
  - So be it!
  The boy-sorcerer placed the girl's severed head and dripped juice. Then he performed a similar action with the boys. The children and the girl woke up.
  Xena, who was curious, asked them:
  - And what did you see in the next world?
  The girl replied:
  - I saw a field strewn with corpses, my headless body, which is scary, and how the battle went. Then this boy brought me back to life. By the way, he has such a bright aura.
  The boys also confirmed that they saw the battle, and the souls were floating in the air. Indeed, every person has their own spirit. And this is their strength. But not everyone is able to occupy someone else's body. Otherwise, what would be easier - move into someone else and live on. And maybe you will even become a king or an emperor.
  Aquazar-Geta reminded:
  - Orc attacks are becoming more dangerous. And there are even more losses in other areas. We need to use the heart of God immediately. The juice of the resurrection pomegranate won't last long!
  Xena nodded in agreement:
  - Good! I will send a dove to the Magi with a request to solve this problem quickly. Especially since Turan is already on the move, and we cannot further split our forces.
  . CHAPTER #14.
  Conan the Barbarian, transformed into a boy, could watch duels without rules. The first to fight were girls, still very small. They were barely covered with thin strips of fabric. And they waved their bare, small feet very energetically.
  However, a fight between girls is not that interesting. And Conan decided to watch a movie. Moreover, there was a real war going on, and there was something to see.
  Here is a tank wedge going into attack. And it is shown in color. Such angular threatening machines are moving. They have long barrels and large turrets.
  There are beautiful girls in bikinis sitting in them. And they drive tanks.
  For example, Natasha - a girl with blue hair. How graceful she is.
  And he presses the joystick buttons with his bare toes and the tank shoots on the move.
  Conan is very interested in watching tanks. They really do look like monsters with long trunks and tracks.
  Howitzers are firing at tanks. Also, let's say, very powerful guns.
  A heavy shell hits the tank. It shakes. And the turret is torn off. And it looks like the crew, consisting of the fair sex, is killed.
  You could see how the flame was burning the girls' bare, round heels.
  Conan even whistled... And his little childish foot began to be tickled by a long, feminine nail.
  The boy was pleased and in a hurry. And the battle continued. In front of the tanks rode small, radio-controlled tankettes. They detonated the minefields by blowing them up. And then the heavy mastodons advanced.
  Natasha sang with enthusiasm:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a tank battle, don't be shy, girl...
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know that everything is wonderful and okay!
  Her friend Zoya is also wearing only a bikini - it looks very effective. And the girl presses the lever with her bare feet.
  And it spits out a shell with great force. And it flies and hits one of the guns. And everything flies apart in different directions. And the box with ammunition detonated. And the debris flew far and wide. Now that was really cool and deadly.
  And also from that side the girls run away, flashing their bare, pink heels.
  The girl Victoria is simply super. And her hair is so copper-red and flutters when she sticks out of the hatch, like a proletarian banner.
  And what a wonderful world full of girls. And the smells from the girls are so appetizing, aromatic, and tickle the nostrils with great pleasure. And the warriors are wonderful. How cool and wonderful the girls are - super.
  Svetlana chirped, also firing:
  - For the holy empire!
  And so the girls dispersed. The beauties go on the attack. They also slap with their bare, chiseled feet. And rush into battle.
  Alina is also on the offensive. Such beautiful girls here. And their waists are narrow, and their hips are wide.
  And on the other side, girls are running. Imagine how much meat there is, and the meat is muscular and beautiful. And the girls also smell like expensive perfume. That's what kind of incense is used.
  And the tanks rush into battle again. And they literally knock everything out like a wedge. And they get hit by shells. And their turrets are torn off. And they burn like fires.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Glory to communism!
  After which, with her bare toes, she again took and sent a charge of deadly force.
  The warrior is wonderful. And what smooth skin she has. And rosy and beautiful, elastic and protruding.
  And Zoika is also a wonderful girl. And wonderful in her beauty. It's really wonderful when such beauties ride tanks.
  And in the sky, beautiful girls are also fighting.
  Here they are flying in the sky. Here is a fighter that is flying, and it collided with another one, and there is a fierce duel. This is a truly epic battle.
  Here two fighters begin to maneuver trying to get closer. And they send air shells at each other. And they hit the frontal armor.
  Beautiful girl Margarita fights against no less gorgeous girl Stella. This is really a super class girl.
  And Stella against Margarita, how clever. Here is a girl with golden hair fighting and performing a trick - a clubfoot barrel move. And Stella is a gorgeous blonde. And also a girl of the highest level. Now that is a girl, so to speak.
  The girl is gorgeous, I must say. She is simply wonderful. Girls with muscular bodies. And their asses are so magnificent, like the croup of horses.
  Stella cooed:
  We will fight on Earth,
  In the sky and in pitch darkness!
  Margarita picked up with excitement:
  We will fight to the end,
  Let's make our hearts beat in unison!
  That's how great the girls are. And such wonderful fights in the sky. And the clouds are pink, as if torn. And the girls just jump on the planes like that.
  Conan was slightly distracted from the air battle. This time, boys came out to fight. Two boys of ten or eleven years old in swimming trunks, stood opposite each other and pounced. And the children came together. The little men beat each other and hit each other with their fists and bare feet.
  Conan found it funny to watch. And the swings were noticeable. These were real boy fighters. Their fists were in soft gloves. And they fell on each other.
  Here Conan looks at the movie screen again. The battle here is going on with a vengeance. Tank columns came together. And began to shower each other with shells. The girls here had such a reaction and speed, swift and accurate together. These warriors just couldn't break.
  There were tanks here, big, medium and light. They exchange blows.
  Natasha noted:
  - Tank against tank!
  Zoya chirped:
  - Tail for tail! Eye for an eye!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. In fact, the warriors are, let's say, super.
  Tanks, especially heavy ones, could still withstand hits in the front. Some vehicles had twenty-five centimeters of armor in the front. And they withstood the blows. That's how big it all looked.
  Victoria giggled and sang:
  I can see your hand everywhere,
  Your chisel and your handwriting are sweeping...
  God the Creator gave life to people,
  Obey diligently with fear!
  And the girls went and collided, one bare heel against the other. And even sparks flew.
  Girls, let's say it's not fun with those, it's not very good. And they are curvy.
  Tanks are thrown at each other, spitting shells from long barrels. This is the kind of destruction they cause. Light tanks are already on fire. And armor ruptures occur. And combat kits detonate, significant destruction occurs.
  This is how great it is in a world where there are so many girls. And why do we need men at all? They are hairy and smelly. And the girls are so tender, fragrant, they have such smooth, clean skin. And what graceful forms the girls have.
  And the breasts that look so impressive. When you look at them, you immediately lose your head. The girls literally drive men crazy. When you stop your gaze on them, you can"t tear yourself away.
  Natasha chirped:
  One, two, three - wipe the locators!
  Zoya picked up with excitement:
  Four, eight, five,
  Kill the freaks!
  These girls with a swing are so delightful. How can you not make mistakes against such warriors?
  And here is a powerful projectile weighing thirty kilograms, crashed into the tank's forehead. And here is twenty-eight and a half centimeters thick. That's really how it hit.
  These girls are extremely cool and amazing.
  And in the trenches, the fair sex is already fighting. That's how the girls rush, flashing their bare, dusty soles. And when they collide, they start stabbing with bayonets. That's how warriors are.
  And when they get together, they start stabbing each other with bayonets. And some girls even use their teeth. And they start biting.
  The beautiful girl Tamara started bleeding from her wounded chest. And it was scarlet and shiny.
  And another girl got hit in the stomach with a bayonet. And slashed across the press. And blood poured out. These girls are really such a written beauty.
  Here is Zubadia in battle. And during the fight the girls tore off their bras and exposed full, tanned breasts with scarlet nipples.
  Yes, the girls' nipples are like overripe strawberries. And how good they are, and the warriors look so delightful.
  And then the girl's bare heel took and hit him in the chin so hard that his jaws flew. Now that really looks really cool. Well, look, the girls here and there are wonderful. Well, and the girls smell of lust and blood.
  And their muscles are energetic and roll like balls under their tanned skin.
  Well, how can a man not be attracted to such girls? These are warriors.
  And then two tanks collided. As if a sledgehammer had struck a firecracker. And sparks flew in a large sheaf. How much spirit was in that warrior who went for a ram. And even the barrels of the tanks bent. And everything was extremely destructive.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  Hope for calloused hands,
  There is no weakness in our struggle...
  My will is unbending,
  The enthusiasm that reigns in the fist!
  And the warrior will just laugh, these are the girls whose bodies are so sweaty, muscular, and delicious. These are truly warriors of the highest class.
  And the other girls just butted and bit. And their lovely heads collided so that sparks flew. Now that's really super. The girls are simply dazzling. And their hairstyles are simply cool. And there are braids and manes, and windmills and God knows what else.
  Such wonderful girls in their fury. And when their bare heels collide with each other, sparks fly out like from a bucket.
  Conan licked his lips and noted:
  - I am the strongest boy on the planet!
  They didn't let him watch the movie any further. The young knight was called to the ring.
  Conan was wearing only red swimming trunks. He looked like a boy of about twelve, only very muscular. And certainly handsome, such an adorable version of a wolf cub.
  Before leaving, the red-haired trainer said:
  - Don't turn him off right away! The first three minutes are for the public!
  Conan nodded. In gladiatorial combats, the masters were not killed immediately either.
  I remembered how one experienced warrior fought three half-naked slave boys at once. They stabbed him pretty hard with their swords. Strong boys. One of them lost consciousness and his bare heel was burned with a hot iron.
  How it smelled of burnt, young meat. It was pleasant for the nostrils. In general, when boys are tortured, it is very pleasant.
  Conan was announced as a newcomer to mixed martial arts. But the boy was so well built, muscular and had such a confident look that the public began to bet on him.
  Conan was walking and suddenly he stood on his hands and walked upside down. It really looked cool.
  And some wonderful music was playing. Conan thought that it was great, as if the organs were reproducing the melody.
  Here the barbarian boy came out onto the platform. He looked confident and combative.
  Then a voice sounded:
  - Conan's rival, the capital's champion among children under twelve, Wolf Cub.
  And a boy marched into the arena to the sounds of music. He was the same height and build as Conan. Only the young barbarian was dark-haired, and his vis-à-vis was fair. But he was also very handsome and muscular. The many women in the hall literally roared. Now that was truly a wonderful sight.
  Two boys came together and stood opposite each other. Almost naked in just swimming trunks, tanned with sculpted muscles, like little animals they looked at each other.
  The audience was making bets. The boys had to fight without weapons like adults. And in this world there are a thousand females for every male. And so many representatives of the fair sex in the hall.
  Conan clenched his fists tightly and looked so as to see his vis-à-vis completely. Otherwise he might suddenly kick him in the balls. He also looked at him with a motionless gaze, as if he were a cobra. Such was the psychological confrontation.
  Conan was a grown man, a big guy, not so long ago, and it is not entirely comfortable for him psychologically to fight against a boy. Although he himself is a boy now.
  Of course, it's good to get younger, but not so radically. Especially since in his past life, Conan was still full of strength and was not approaching old age. And there are various kinds of potions that rejuvenate the body and slow down aging. And so far there was no passionate desire to get youth at any cost.
  However, the dream came true and he is now a boy. And there is another boy opposite him.
  The gong sounded. His opponent Wolf Cub delivered a triple punch with his soft-gloved fists, aiming for the chin. Conan, remembering the advice not to rush the knockout, shifted. Wolf Cub attacked again, using a killer triple punch. And then tried to perform a low kick. But Conan deftly responded, and his opponent lost his balance and fell.
  True, the Wolf Cub immediately jumped up. And the fight continued.
  Conan noted jokingly, singing:
  Since childhood, your mothers taught you,
  Kind, polite words...
  If you forgot something,
  They can remind you!
  The wolf cub attacked again. He tried to kick. Conan suddenly fell on his back and with his bare, boyish foot threw the young opponent over himself.
  He slapped and howled. The stands roared and it was great. What girls there were here.
  Conan grinned. He had worked in the quarries as a child. As a training and endurance builder, slavery in the quarries was a wonderful exercise. And Conan showed it.
  And now he is fighting. Playing to the crowd. He is a legendary warrior, and his opponent is certainly no weakling. The experienced boy can also fight. You can see his bare, childish feet, stuffed with shells. A nice boy.
  Conan fights confidently and then throws him over himself again. He falls and collapses. The crowd whistles. They are also having fun. This is such abuse.
  But Conan missed a blow with a bare heel to the chest. The opponent hit him with a spin. And that was already quite painful.
  Conan hissed:
  - You're so good!
  The wolf cub replied:
  - And you're not bad!
  Conan suddenly wanted to watch the movie again, about an unprecedented battle with the enemy using massive equipment. After all, it was in this movie that the former king of Aquilonia saw tanks for the first time.
  And he made a feint, caught his opponent in the attack, and hit him in the temple with his shin.
  The blow was good and Conan landed well. The wolf cub fell and passed out. The young barbarian placed his bare, childish foot on the boy's heavily heaving, muscular chest.
  The referee girl hit the Wolf Cub's head three times and announced:
  - Victory by knockout!
  Conan threw his hands up. And he was given the belt of the children's champion of this empire, plus some kind of cash prize.
  Conan smiled, he was pleased. The enemy was not weak either. There was a bruise on the barbarian boy's chest from his bare heel.
  Conan bowed, and to thunderous applause and many thrown flowers, he took and left the hall.
  He walked, and petals kept being thrown under the boy"s bare feet.
  Then Conan lay down on the mattress and began to watch the exciting continuation of the movie. It was really beautiful there.
  They showed a powerful, four-engine bomber flying. Its cabin was glazed on all sides. Which gave an excellent view. And three charming girls were racing in it. And also in bikinis with almost naked breasts.
  They were flying to bomb military factories, and they were accompanied by quite powerful fighters. Some of which had up to seven fire points. That's overwhelming power.
  The girl Olga, the senior pilot, sings:
  Electric saw, electric saw,
  May you tear the dragon with the bald spot apart!
  And now in the sky there are clashes with escort aircraft and fighter aircraft. Gas balloons are visible rising up. They are thus providing cover for the territory.
  Olga squeals and shakes her full breasts:
  -I'll tear you all to pieces!
  And her abs are just playing and shimmering. Now that's a real chick.
  And from above, bombs begin to rain down with great deadly force. They fall down along an inclined trajectory.
  Another pilot Veronica squeals:
  - Beyond the cosmic frontiers!
  Let's say these are the girls. And the bomb flies through the air from a great height. That's how assertively they act.
  Some bombs are radio-guided. And they have little wings. It's not easy to handle them. These are real planes, and the best pilots are at the controls.
  Girls who look like juicy pieces of meat. And their bare feet are so chiseled and seductive. How can you stand up to girls like that?
  Olga took it and sang:
  The bomb is a compelling argument,
  The battery is blown away by an explosion...
  We will open everything at any moment,
  It's like a sickle cutting down the stem!
  And the girls will burst out laughing. A plane with four engines carries ten tons of bombs. And they are dropped with the colossal power of the charge and the high explosive inside.
  Veronica took it and began to sing:
  Maybe we offended someone in vain,
  They dropped a powerful high explosive shell on the forehead...
  Now smoke is pouring out, the earth is burning,
  They shot him in the eye with a machine gun!
  And again the girls burst into wild laughter. They really are beautiful. Just like that, they just started singing. And they continue the total extermination. More precisely, not so much total as destructive. And then a landmine fell on the plant and the production workshop was already on fire. And the girls ran in different directions. Their bare, pink heels were flashing. And the flames were threatening to touch.
  The girls, I must say, were of the highest order, and as if they had bombed, they started singing:
  We will sweep away the enemy with one blow,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword...
  It is not in vain that we were born with victory,
  We'll smash our enemies to pieces!
  That's how these warriors went and sang. In fact, this is their colossal scope. These are real women. Who will show themselves at their best.
  And they press the joystick buttons so deftly with their bare toes. This is truly beauty that causes victims.
  They really launched the bombs magnificently. And at the end the fighters appeared with the bombs. So they began to throw small-sized high-explosive bombs with striking force. And it was like a shower of hailstones.
  Pilot girl Jimmy chirped:
  - Keep it up!
  And also launched a bomb of striking power. How successful was it, let's say. And it collapsed, it seems, the general's bunker.
  Then the movie showed the use of gas throwers. This is also a very serious weapon. To resist it is the same as to hit with a trivial pile.
  And the grass and forests are burning, and the entire nearby field is strewn with debris. This is truly a colossal destruction. And chunks of stone are exploding, and melted craters are appearing.
  Conan was very interested in watching this. The elements were really raging. And as they say - thunder rumbles, thunderstorms rumble. And gas throwers are firing in whole batteries. Such an impact can really blow your mind and melt your brains.
  And when the gases explode, and this happens with the most colossal fervor. And on the surface everything is burned and destroyed. The brains are literally melted out. And so death and impact without halftones began.
  Boys are rarely at the front, more often it is girls who act. How beautiful it all looks. And no one needs old women. Here is a demonstration of the amazing impact.
  The female major in command of the gas thrower unit says with a sigh:
  - This looks terrible!
  Her fellow captain replies:
  - But it's effective!
  In this world, I must say, there is a colossal deficit of males. But that's the beauty of it. How cool it is.
  And the gas guns continue to roar. And they literally melt the stones. And the destruction occurs with new, furious force. As if the Olympic gods were spitting lightning from the sky. And Zeus the Thunderer in his role.
  Natasha, in another place, continues to fight on tanks. And she does it extremely successfully. Although the word extremely is perhaps inappropriate. But one can say relatively successfully. That's how this girl fights aggressively, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes. And the machines launch their special, sprayed shells into battle.
  Zoya, also shooting, noted:
  - This is really a fight against a stone!
  After which the girl took and stuck out her tongue. She really is distinguished by her intelligence and quick wits. That's how the girls diverged in their strategic strike.
  Victoria noted with a smile:
  - There lived Fagarin, a nice guy,
  Who was always on top form!
  And she winked with her very emerald eyes. And the girl caught a medium-ranking tank in her sights. She just took it and hit it. And the fire started and metal literally flew out. And holes appeared in the tank. The fire really flared up. And the cracking sound came from the shells exploding and detonating.
  And then it hits so hard that it throws the turret up and tears it off its hinges. Well, everything is hot in a battle of field tanks.
  Conan devoured this picture with all his eyes. Really, how great it was. He had never seen a battle of this kind in his previous life. Although perhaps an ordinary boy from the twenty-first century can see much more in games than a medieval emperor. And this is truly an axiom.
  And in this world, computer games haven't developed yet, but television is already at its best. And you can watch such cool things. And literally enjoy it.
  Vladlena is another girl looking through a reconnaissance plane from the sky. Watching the enemy positions. And she must be told that she can see everything well.
  The girl even sang:
  Even if fate is far away,
  Don't let go of my heart!
  I will judge strictly,
  I can see everything from above,
  Just so you know!
  Charming girls - you can't pass by such girls. Wonderful creatures. And they won't miss you either - they'll just pick you up and peck you to death. You can say that this is such a magnificent, beautiful sex. But there's clearly not enough of the stronger sex. Although who needs these stinking, brainless men. In fact, it's even better without males. Look how gracefully the girls' bare feet move. A beautiful, bare, chiseled girl's leg is much better than a stinking, hairy lower limb of a man. That's how wonderful the world is with the beautiful sex.
  Conan sang:
  It is impossible to live in this world without women, no,
  They contain the sun of May, as the poet said!
  And I can"t find the words to fall in love again,
  I do it every time, even for an hour!
  . CHAPTER #15.
  Abaldui's plan had envisaged that part of the forces of Aquilonia and its allies would be distracted by the raids of the orcs. And now his huge army set out on a campaign. Two hundred thousand horse and foot troops were moving towards the border of Aquilonia.
  The King of Turan was the most powerful in this world. And another hundred thousand were to come from another part of the empire, and thus an unprecedented army of three hundred thousand fighters was being assembled.
  When the troops were moving, they emptied all the wells in the area. To provide such an army, a large amount of food was needed. Therefore, the troops were spread over a fairly large area and moved in a crescent. It was a powerful army, which included war elephants with mammoths, and camels, and chariots. Such an impressive army it turned out to be.
  Bagheera is a magnificent female gladiator who showed her outstanding class at the halt.
  This time, a wolf fought against a gorgeous girl. The warrior was quite skilled with a trident and a net.
  Grobovaya, as the empress was called, sat down in a chair. Two handsome, perfumed slave boys massaged her bare feet.
  The Empress squealed:
  - Come and entertain us, Bagheera.
  Bets were placed. And more on the magnificent, red-haired gladiator.
  Bagheera was almost naked. A real beauty - breasts like the best buffalo, thighs like a horse's croup, and the teeth of a she-wolf. In her right hand she held a trident, and in her left a net.
  This is a heroic girl.
  The wolf that was released from behind bars tried to attack her. The girl-athlete met him with a powerful blow of the trident, and knocked him down. The wolf, having received a noticeable wound, immediately fell with three holes. Then he jumped up with a roar and again rushed at Bagheera.
  She deftly shifted and stabbed the enemy.
  Abaldui exclaimed:
  - Amazing!
  And he pulled the slave, naked to the waist, towards him. He kissed her on the lips and flicked her on the nose.
  The fight continued. The wolf tried to attack.
  And the red-haired vizier woman noted:
  - Bagheera's agility is well known. But it would be better to exchange the wolf for a cheetah, then the fight would be much more competitive!
  The Emperor of Turan remarked:
  - In this case, there was a chance to cripple Bagheera, and her skills and sharp sword will be needed in battles!
  The red-haired girl acted cleverly. She was in no hurry to kill the wolf, but gave him the opportunity to enjoy the battle.
  Two slave boys massaged the bare feet of the female vizier, this beauty noted:
  - Xena's friend Gabrielle was in a quarrel with her. And she reported that apparently King Conan of Aquilonia disappeared somewhere yesterday.
  Abaldui grinned:
  - Conan disappeared? Maybe he just went to the slaves in the harem. Why not enjoy the slaves while you're still young. The girls are very pleasant to the touch.
  Grobovaya giggled and replied:
  - The boys too. - And she pulled the young slave to herself, kissing the teenager on his muscular, tanned chest. He even blushed from embarrassment. And he became afraid - what if the emperor gets jealous. And the empress noted. - He has good skin. When I get tired of him, I'll make gloves out of him.
  After which the monarch's wife laughed. It was indeed funny.
  And Bagheera quite deftly threw a net over the wolf. The beast got entangled and howled desperately. And the audience shouted:
  - Finish him off! Finish him off!
  Bagheera slammed his bare heel into the beast's side, damaged by the trident, and it roared even louder in pain.
  The fighter girl did a somersault and sang:
  There's a wolf hunt going on,
  The hunt is on,
  On the grey predators...
  To hell with them all,
  No nonsense!
  The King of Turan muttered:
  - Finish him off!
  Bagheera took the trident and stuck it right into the wolf's eyes. He fell silent.
  The girl took and dipped her bare foot in the blood. She left graceful traces with her soles.
  The audience applauded...
  Abaldui noted:
  - What if we bring Bagheera and Zena together?
  Grobovaya replied:
  - Most likely Xena will win. She is a great master of battles. It would be more logical to pit this red-haired warrior against Gabrielle. It would be a magnificent fight!
  The Emperor of Turan laughed. It really did look funny.
  They began to skin the dead wolf. And the slave boys untangled the net. Bagheera slapped one of the slave boys on the back with her palm. The beautiful athlete's red hand was imprinted on the smooth, chocolate skin of the teenager.
  Bagheera licked his lips carnivorously as he looked at the slave boys. Then the bugle blared.
  Three girls covered with veils ran out into the arena. They began to dance slowly and smoothly, gradually undressing. Music played and it was lovely.
  And ahead at the outpost of Aquilonia there were already skirmishes. Here a large detachment of Turan went to storm the border fortress. Soldiers from the walls began to shoot at the approaching crowd of soldiers.
  The commander of the Turanians, Scorpionus, ordered that women and children be seized in the nearest village and that an assault be launched under their cover.
  Here half-naked, barefoot women and children, pushed by spears, ran to the walls. Their little feet slapped the grass and stones, and the soldiers threw coals under their bare soles. From which the boys, girls and women were burned, and there was a delicate smell of young, scorched skin.
  And they were forced to climb up long ladders. The warriors on the walls were forced to stop firing bows and crossbows, and to stop pouring resin on the heads of the besiegers.
  Pushing forward with their bare feet, boys, girls, and women climbed up. There they began to help them descend to the platforms at the top of the wall. And then the archers of Turan took and fell upon the defenders. And then the elite warriors struck.
  The massacre began. Scorpionus commanded the troops. A desperate and furious assault was underway. The former slave boy, now a child warrior, Spartacus, flew up onto the wall.
  The young warrior was a better fighter than any adult. He made a mill with his swords and chopped off three heads of the defenders at once. It was visible how the army was washing over the fortress with a surf wave.
  The attackers were much more numerous and they achieved superiority in forces, clearing the walls in a bloody manner. This was truly an epic battle.
  Kriss, Abaldui's son, also fought, also a very strong and handsome boy.
  He had shed his finery and was fighting in nothing but his swimming trunks. And it looked good for such a well-built boy. He was fighting alongside Spartatus - the heir to the throne, and until recently a young slave with a camelomen.
  And both were almost naked, muscular, with bare, nimble legs.
  Here is the fortress of Aquilonia, covering a rather rich town of Pala.
  After which the plundering began. And the warriors fled to their homes. Naturally, there was violence, murder, and enslavement in the city.
  Kriss captured a very beautiful girl and kept her as his servant. The girl was dressed luxuriously and given sandals decorated with stones. They also treated her to chocolate ice cream, and she smiled, apparently pleased to have become the first of the slaves of such a handsome, fair-haired boy.
  In the city itself there was a warehouse of merchant goods which was confiscated and the treasury was sealed.
  The commander of the fortress, Scorpionus, ordered to be impaled. Thus the first obstacle in Aquilonia was taken.
  And the Emperor of Turan decided to have some fun with gladiator games again. Especially since the first captives appeared.
  In particular, three adult men with swords and axes were brought out onto the platform. And the boy warrior Spartacus came out to fight against them.
  It was truly quite a sight.
  A boy in swimming trunks with two light swords ran out onto the square. Coals were scattered under his bare feet. Working in the quarries without days off since he was three, Spartacus had developed such strong calluses on his soles that they were stronger than camel hooves. And the bare, childish, but very rough soles were not afraid of coals. The boy ran and threw himself at the adults, prisoners who had been practically unharmed in the previous battle.
  Grobovaya licked her lips and noted:
  - Now that's a real fighter! He probably has skin tougher than an alligator!
  The red-haired female vizier, whose bare feet were being massaged by slave boys, noted with a smile:
  - Yes, a magnificent child! A real miracle!
  The fight was playful. Spartacus worked for the crowd, did not stab himself, but dodged all the time. He was unusually agile, this boy, he jumped like a swift weasel.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - I wonder, what if I burn his bare heels with a hot iron? Will it be pleasant or not?
  Laughter was heard from the retinue.
  Emperor Abaldui noted:
  - We need exactly these kinds of warriors to conquer the whole world!
  After which he laughed. It really was funny. Finally the boy cut off the first head with a blow of his sword. He tossed it up with his bare foot and sang:
  White wolves gather in a pack,
  They will fight for the new throne...
  The weak perish, they are killed,
  Such is the merciless law!
  And then the sword swung, and another head rolled. Now that was really cool. Blood spurted. The boy dipped his little bare foot into the puddle and chirped:
  - In the holy war - our victory will be! Forward the imperial flag - glory to the fallen heroes!
  After which he cut off the head of the last warrior. Then he grabbed his hair with his bare toes and showed it to the public with blood dripping from his cut throat.
  The warriors were delighted. They whistled and made noise, the women were especially pleased. And the emperor threw Spartacus a gold coin.
  When the boy returned, Bagheera kissed the boy on the cheek and threw the young warrior into the air. He was still just a child.
  Then Chriss fought too. A captured female fighter was put against him.
  She had been wounded in the shoulder during the battle and was bleeding from under the bandage.
  Kriss was the clear favorite. In one hand the boy prince held a trident and in the other a sword. The woman was armed only with a sword, and that was wooden.
  She was wearing only a loincloth with a dirty rag tied around her shoulder - quite young and pretty.
  Chris noted with a smile:
  - If you are spared, I will not add!
  The boy ran into the arena wearing only swimming trunks. He wanted to run to the coals too, but his bare feet were not as rough as Spartacus's. So the prince ran over the sharp stones. And did a somersault in front of the captive woman.
  Almost all the bets were on him. And the boy twisted again.
  Spartacus shouted:
  - Be careful!
  Chris replied:
  If I meet a thousand devils,
  I'll tear you into a thousand pieces!
  The gong sounded and the fight began. Chris, skillfully wielding his axe, distracted the woman and hit her on the shoulder with his sword. She took it and screamed in pain.
  The audience began to roar.
  Empress Grobova called Spartacus and said:
  - I want you to wash my feet!
  The boy noticed:
  - I am not a slave, but the commander of the children's legion!
  The coffin growled:
  - And I can make you a slave again! Okay, let's do it for a fee!
  And she threw a rather large gold coin. The boy deftly caught it with his bare toes. Then he tossed it and caught it again.
  Grobovaya nodded approvingly and smiled. Two slave boys brought a gold carved basin with incense and a washcloth.
  Spartacus smiled. The coffin woman is still young and very beautiful. And even a boy can enjoy washing her empress's feet.
  And Kriss continued to fight. He gave the warrior woman a few more scratches. And she was dripping blood.
  She proudly straightened her shoulders and growled:
  - Come on, finish faster, puppy!
  Chris chuckled and replied:
  - You are too impolite, madam, I will kill you slowly.
  And the boy prince pricked her in the wound. The woman winced in pain, but held back a groan.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - My son has a sophisticated character!
  Spartacus replied:
  - I understand working for the public, but a one-sided fight is not interesting!
  The Empress kicked the boy and burst out laughing.
  The red-haired female vizier noted:
  - Conan the Barbarian has disappeared! And without him, our war will be a cakewalk! Everything will fall apart and the coalition will fall apart!
  Grobovaya giggled and replied:
  - There's also Xena - a rare fighter! She's really the daughter of Ares. It's not that easy to deal with her!
  Chris kicked again, this time with his foot, into the young woman's already bruised shoulder. She groaned. And her face went completely pale.
  Abaldui noted:
  - We can tame Xena! But there is something much more dangerous than Conan and Xena combined!
  The red-haired female vizier nodded:
  - If you mean the heart of God, then yes, it is a great power.
  The Emperor turned to his black magic advisor:
  - Spider, what do you know about this heart of God?
  The man in the black hood answered in a creaky voice:
  - This is a powerful artifact from another universe. No one knows how it appeared. But its power is incredibly great. The greatest sorcerer of our world, Xaltotut, was defeated with its help. But it is really very difficult to control this stone. It does not simply grant wishes, and special knowledge and spells are needed to use it.
  Abalduy asked:
  - Can Conan or his henchmen use the heart of God?
  The black magic advisor replied:
  - It depends on their sorcerer skills, sir. They were able to defeat Xaltotun, which means they know and can do something. In particular, a spell that can turn resurrection verses. In addition, they were able to disperse the clouds that should have caused a downpour. These are not very weak sorcerers!
  Abalduy nodded:
  - I see! But they can't unleash the power of Seth or Ares on us?
  The black magic advisor replied:
  - I don't know, great one! Magic should be approached with caution. If you use magic too often, especially as strong as that of the heart of God, or as Xaltotun possesses, then the laws of the universe can change, and this is fraught with a universal catastrophe!
  Emperor Abaldui noted:
  - We need to send ninja fighters to steal the heart of God from the Magi. It seems like the best of them and the king of mercenaries should come to us.
  The black magic advisor nodded:
  - What is possible! We can try. Only the king of ninjas is a powerful sorcerer himself. And if the heart of God ends up in his hands, then instead of handing it over to us, he will take it and use it to increase his own power!
  Grobovaya noted:
  - And what if we entrust this matter to a boy. For example, let Spartacus get the heart of God!
  The young warrior nodded:
  - I'm ready!
  And he continued to rub the empress"s pink, gracefully curved heels with a washcloth.
  Abaldui doubted:
  - To trust such an important matter to a child... It's like a baby controlling a mammoth.
  The red-haired female vizier objected:
  - A child might arouse less suspicion. Especially since Spartacus, for example, might offer himself as an apprentice to the Magi. And they would take such a strong and smart boy. And then he would seize the moment and steal the most valuable artifact!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - Charming! Our boy turned out to be quick! I'm sure he can complete the tasks. Okay, enough, wipe my feet!
  Two slave boys ran up holding a terry towel. Spartacus began to wipe the beautiful, graceful, tanned legs of the empress with it. He did it quite deftly.
  Grobovaya muttered:
  - Kiss my feet!
  Spartacus was embarrassed:
  - Maybe we shouldn't!
  Abalduy shouted:
  - It is a great honor to kiss the Empress's bare feet! Ministers and viziers dream of it!
  The boy passionately kissed the young and beautiful woman on her bare soles. She purred with pleasure. Spartacus did this three times and rose from his knees.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - You're a good kisser! Do you want to fight a wolf or a bear?
  Abaldui suggested:
  - Maybe it would be better with a lion?
  The Empress objected:
  - The lion is too strong an opponent. I think it would be better to have a bear, and not a white one, but a brown one. A relatively small one. It will entertain us, and the risk considering Spartak's class is small!
  The Emperor nodded:
  - So be it! But when you become a little bigger, you will definitely fight the lion. This is a test for any man!
  Coffin nodded her lush mane on her strong neck:
  - Of course he will fight! The boy won't hide behind other people's backs!
  Spartak nodded and stamped his bare, childish foot:
  - I will fight for a bright tomorrow! For the glory of the Turanian Empire!
  Meanwhile, Kriss finally finished off the woman by cutting off her head with a blow from his axe. After all, he had the vile blood of the rulers of Turan in him, and he did not spare the victim. And before that, he tortured her well.
  Even though the woman was beheaded, they still burned her bare heel according to tradition, grabbed her by the ribs with a hook and dragged her out of the arena.
  The next to fight was the best of the adult gladiators of Turan - Prometheus.
  It was a huge warrior. He was bare-chested - resembling a lumpy block due to his monstrously developed muscles. He was wearing boots - since adult men, as a rule, unlike boys and women, did not fight barefoot. In one hand he held a long, heavy sword, and in the other, a rather impressive dagger with a hook.
  The Emperor announced:
  - This time Prometheus will fight against the lion!
  The brute bowed to the master.
  Grobovaya said dreamily:
  - I wish we could bring him together with Conan! It would be a fun battle!
  Abaldui muttered:
  - We'll get it together yet!
  A rather large lion ran into the arena. Judging by his sunken belly, he had not been fed for a long time before the fight, and he was hungry and angry.
  Most of the bets were on Prometheus. Apparently, he was a serious opponent.
  Spartak noted:
  - And I wouldn"t be afraid of a lion!
  The beast rushed to attack the giant gladiator. Despite his enormous size, he moved very quickly. He jumped aside and cut the skin on the lion's ribs with the tip of his sword. A roar went through the stands. They had already managed to build stands and ten thousand warriors of both sexes were watching the fight.
  Prometheus jumped back again and slashed the lion again. The scarlet blood of the predatory beast flowed. It tried to attack again. The giant gladiator fell on his back and threw the beast over himself with his legs. The crowd screamed with delight.
  Abaldui noted:
  - It would be nice to bring Prometheus together with Spartacus!
  Grobovaya objected:
  - What do you want from a child? It's not according to the rules!
  The Emperor objected:
  - But don't children fight with adults? In gladiatorial duels and in real war?
  The Empress nodded:
  - Yes, they fight! But I don't want Spartacus to hurt Prometheus.
  Abaldui laughed and replied:
  - It would be a funny sight!
  Prometheus fights well. He plays with the lion. True, the lion still managed to scratch the giant gladiator on the side. Blood appeared and scarlet tears began to drip.
  The Empress laughed and sang:
  You are very cool in the battle with lions,
  Imagine fighting like that...
  The young fighter is like a ripe pod,
  I am ready to share Prometheus' fate!
  These words of the empress caused new, cheerful laughter. The giant gladiator struck a few more blows with his sword, and the lion began to weaken and slow down.
  The slave girl brought Abaldui a glass of emerald wine and the emperor took it and drank it. It foamed profusely.
  Prometheus slashed at the lion again. The brute had only a few scratches from his nails. Now that was a real Turanian showdown.
  When the lion became quiet, they lit a fire on him and dragged him out of the arena by a hook.
  And Spartacus came out again next. A boy of about eleven, but very sinewy, strong and agile. It was something not spectacular, but effective.
  The boy ran barefoot along the blazing path again. And smiled widely. He really felt good and comfortable. The young warrior was magnificent.
  And so he jumped up with a running start and somersaulted five times. And then landed spectacularly on his hands. Two slave girls threw him colorful stones. And the young gladiator began to juggle them.
  This is how great it looked.
  While Spartacus was unarmed, he worked with his bare, childish feet, very deftly throwing up the juggling objects.
  But then the gong sounded, and a bear appeared. As expected, brown and not too big.
  However, the emperor exclaimed:
  - Let Spartacus fight him with his bare hands!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - He can handle it!
  Spartacus rose to his feet. The bear was, of course, hungry and angry. Besides, animals were usually given a stimulant before the fight so that they would become more aggressive.
  And so he pounced on the child. Spartacus shot him with a kick of his bare foot. And jumped back. Although the specimen is not particularly large for a bear, but compared to a boy of about eleven years old and the usual height for this age, he seemed enormous. And fighting with such a boy without a weapon is a very big risk and inconvenient.
  Spartacus jumped back and struck at the bear with his bare, childish feet. And jumped and struck. Then the boy gladiator hit the bear with his elbow, breaking his nose and bleeding, and deftly dove to avoid the embrace of strong, clawed paws.
  And he hit the beast in the groin with his knee. The bear, having received a strong jab, began to scream. Spartacus added a barefoot, round heel with a turn, breaking the nose even more. And then the boy gladiator jumped back like a panther. The bear ran at him. Spartacus fell on his back and threw his opponent over himself with his legs. The hairy beast crashed down, and a stream of blood gushed from his mouth.
  The grave said:
  Again, blood flows like a river here,
  Your opponent looks tough...
  But don't give in to him,
  And return the monster to the darkness!
  The boy, not letting the bear rise, kicked him in the head with his strong, crowbar-like legs. The beast was literally bleeding and suffocating. Spartacus fell into ecstasy and rapture of battle. And he beat his opponent with all his might until the bear, beaten to a pulp, fell silent.
  The boy gladiator threw his hands up and exclaimed:
  - Victory!
  Grobovaya sang, grabbing one of the slave boys by the nose:
  Just a few minutes,
  Just a few minutes...
  The whole conversation lasted between us,
  What is your name, please?
  What is your name?
  And she answered with victory!
  The bear was traditionally set on fire with a red-hot rod and dragged on a hook. This was truly an inglorious end to life, when a child kills you with his bare hands and bare feet.
  By order of the emperor, firecrackers were launched into the sky, celebrating and celebrating the first successes in the battle for Aquilonia.
  . CHAPTER #16.
  Conan the Barbarian, this freshly baked boy continued watching the movie.
  Indeed, the technological world is cool.
  Natasha fought with passion and composure at the same time. Using her bare toes, she pressed the joystick button again and sent a deadly shell at the enemy self-propelled gun.
  The Annihilation Hotel crashed and pierced the enemy vehicle.
  Zoya, seeing the clouds of smoke rising up, chirped:
  - We will beat people and idle away our time!
  Natasha noted:
  - The fights are turning out to be really cool.
  As is known, a self-propelled gun differs from a tank in that it does not have a rotating turret.
  Which in some cases makes it even more dangerous, as a more powerful weapon can be installed.
  Victoria, the girl with flame-colored hair noted:
  - The world is beautiful! It's just a pity there aren't enough males!
  Svetlana noted with a laugh:
  - But males have beards, and they are very smelly!
  Natasha objected:
  - To stop the males from stinking, you can douse them with cologne!
  Zoya giggled, sent another projectile at the enemy and replied:
  - No! Better with perfume!
  The girls in the tank, and a heavy one at that, were in a cheerful mood. Any task can be handled with such people.
  Tank battle is a special battle. It uses such possibilities that you are simply amazed. Girls in this regard
  They are distinguished by their phenomenal reaction and accuracy.
  Natasha noted:
  - It was once believed that war was not a woman's business. But now it is mainly the fair sex that fights. Since there are so few males!
  Zoya grinned sarcastically:
  - That's why we have to take care of men. Although we females are so beautiful!
  And the warrior sent a projectile into a medium-sized tank.
  It hit right and the enemy shells started to explode. Now that was real abuse.
  Victoria noted:
  - Soon they will learn to make robots and they will replace males. Just imagine a cyborg gigolo!
  Svetlana snorted contemptuously:
  - I would prefer a live male!
  And the girls burst out laughing. Natasha imagined how a handsome young man caresses her. How the juicy teeth of the male kiss her scarlet nipple, which makes her breast hard. Yes, it is hard when there is only one man for a thousand women. Such a fight between females for males occurs. And with bruises and broken noses.
  And there are battles in the sky too. For example, helicopters attack from the air. They are of a special disc shape. Girls fire from their aircraft cannons and launch rockets. They hit enemy positions. Here, a howitzer flips over from a fired rocket. And its spiked wheels go up. An aggressive showdown with equipment and infantry is underway.
  The girl Anna, firing from a helicopter, sang:
  Don't go to meet him, don't go,
  He has a granite stone in his chest!
  And now a murderous and destructive missile flies from the helicopter again. And it explodes, having sunk deep into the dugout. And there, too, beaten girls scream. Some of the fair sex are wounded, and others are killed. That's how many fragments rise up.
  The girl Anna shoots again, launching a missile of deadly and destructive force with her bare toes. It explodes and needles fly in all directions.
  And they hit living flesh. Now that's a real blast.
  Alice shoots from a sniper rifle. She is a very agile girl. She prefers to fight barefoot and deftly throw boomerangs with her graceful legs. No, such girls are the hope of any nation.
  And next to her is Angelica - also a girl of great beauty and strength. And she has developed muscles. Such a one would crush any man. You will not be able to resist such warriors. Especially if it is a male.
  Poems are written about women like this. Just imagine what kind of thighs Angelica has - luxurious, muscular, like the rump of a thoroughbred horse. Who could resist that?
  Not a woman, but fire and power.
  Both girls are barefoot, of course, in a bikini. And this does not hide their outstanding muscles. Not girls, but aerobatics.
  Alice fired. She shot down a female soldier with a precise bullet and sang:
  Agree to be rich,
  Agree to be happy...
  Stay with us boy,
  You will be our king,
  You will be our king!
  And the girls fire at the reconnaissance planes. And they catch fire at once and blaze like a torch. How cleverly Alice pierced the canister of aviation gasoline.
  Then the warrior girl threw a pea of deadly force with her bare toes and blew it up so that the enemy tank turned over. And there were girls and one young man there too, and they were squealing.
  Such a wonderful world where there are a thousand females for every male. It's really extremely cool.
  And so Angelica remembered how she slept with a guy. These are sweet memories. Alas, they have so few men. Girls consider it the highest joy to try the body of a male.
  But the heart is not given in vain, the heart must love!
  And here is Elena, with her crew on a tank, making a flanking maneuver. In front of them is a battery with long-range and powerful guns, and it should be flanked.
  Elizabeth, a crew member, fires a burst and cuts down several enemy warriors. Yes, it's a pity when girls die, but there is a war. Two empires have clashed on one planet and this is extremely bad. But the warriors will fight, of course, and you can't bring them to their knees so easily.
  Ekaterina, another girl, fired a high-explosive shell from a cannon. It hit the enemy infantry and sang:
  - For peace and space - our strength!
  What a girl... In this world it's so great, there's not a single old woman or old man. Everyone is either young or young, and so many girls for one man - the dream of all males.
  This is the world that all men want to get into. It's so great. And really wonderful.
  Conan the Barbarian watched this and was very sorry that he had become so small. It was still too early for him with females. Otherwise, what a joy it would have been. And so his company were barefoot boys, just like himself.
  But what is interesting to watch in the movies? But the fights always get boring.
  Here are the girls in this case Natasha, Zoya, Aurora and Svetlana sat down with a handsome young man to play cards. Of course, they were playing strip games. And you can see how four healthy, strong, rosy-cheeked girls are looking greedily at the guy.
  For males, having a thousand females on you is good, but for the fair sex, not so much.
  Natasha, while playing cards, noticed:
  - The war has been going on for ten years now, and with only minor fluctuations on the front, it has practically frozen...
  Aurora threw down the card and remarked:
  - And what do you suggest?
  The girl with blue hair replied:
  - We need to invent something that will bring about a turning point. Some kind of miracle weapon!
  Zoya giggled and noted:
  - It looks like this is all we can hope for!
  Svetlana noted, throwing down her card:
  - Yes, weapons mean a lot!
  The young man responded to this:
  - No! Of course, technique is important, but fighting spirit is even more important!
  The girls laughed. And now Natasha was left looking like a fool, and took off her bra, revealing her breasts with scarlet nipples that looked so much like strawberries.
  Then the game continued. Zoya noticed with a sweet look:
  - Maybe we should play chess?
  Aurora laughed and replied:
  - Yes, that's a good idea!
  And she shook her copper-red hair. She really is a red mare.
  The girls continued playing. Natasha noted:
  - I'm thinking if a fighter can be controlled by one pilot, then why not make tanks with one short girl lying down?
  Aurora grinned and replied:
  - Not a bad idea... But somehow it didn't work out that way. Airplanes with one crew member have existed for a long time, but tanks haven't!
  The young man noted:
  - Why? After all, an airplane has a higher speed than a tank. And in theory, a tank should be easier to control!
  Zoya answered with a sweet smile:
  - It's hard to say. There are fighters with one crew member and up to eight fire points. In theory, such a heavy fighter is no worse than a tank and no easier to control!
  Natasha nodded:
  - We need to express our proposals and submit them to the design bureau. In the meantime, turn the tide of the war. Otherwise, people are dying, and the costs of the war are considerable.
  The girls giggled and sang:
  And in war, and in war,
  The soldiers see the boy in their dreams!
  They want a man so much,
  And instead of peace - fight for now!
  And they laughed with such a not very cheerful look. Really, why should the mood rise? It's not very funny when girlfriends die. It's good that girls can fight barefoot, otherwise boots rub their feet. But the less clothes girls have on, the more attractive they are, and they attract men's gaze. And a bare, girlish heel - that's something!
  The girls are playing again and are getting more and more naked, and the young man is only wearing his swimming trunks. He is very handsome and muscular, by the way, and the warriors are looking at him lustfully.
  But here the film breaks off and shows another battle. In this case, Grad rocket launchers are firing and this has a deadly effect on the opposing side. And from such volleys, buildings sometimes collapse.
  And it looks like this with a huge effect. And there is so much more interesting in the world.
  Here is a bunker. A dozen girls and a young male general are sitting in it. They are discussing something with fervor and passion. This is a team with orders and medals. Let's say - a fighting one. And the warriors act with great charm.
  One of them, a gorgeous babe with orange hair, keeps pointing at the map. And she roars to herself:
  - This is where we will break through the enemy! This is where we will go around! Let victory be ours!
  The female warriors are, of course, senior officers in uniforms with orders and medals, and in patent leather boots. But barefoot in the headquarters is indecent.
  And they say something with feeling and passion. Then the male general starts to roar, and that's great too.
  Here's another video... Two girls are crawling through a swamp. They're wearing only bikinis and barefoot. True, their skin is painted in protective colors, and that's great.
  One of them, Veronica, says with a smile:
  - And we are just like snakes!
  And another girl, Victoria, giggles and notes:
  - We'll squeeze whoever we come across!
  And the warriors just laugh like that. They are sparkling and brave, I must say. And even though their feet are dirty, you just want to tickle such a seductive, round heel.
  Here the girls see an enemy in front of them. This is also a young girl, almost a child. And she moved away from the camp, it is not known why.
  Veronica shot a needle with a paralyzing compound into her, and Victoria covered her mouth. After that, they put the girls on their shoulders and dragged her. Apparently, they were going to find out something from her and interrogate her.
  Veronica chirped:
  - Oh, it would be better if we caught a male!
  Victoria agreed:
  - Yes, we could go for a ride with a man!
  And the warriors sang in chorus and with pathos:
  The village harvest is in full swing,
  In the field, cleaning, mowing...
  You are a woman's lot, my dear,
  You'll hardly find anything more difficult!
  And they burst out laughing...
  The interrogation of the captive girl was harsh. First, she was completely naked, tied to a tree. Then Victoria, the red-haired beauty, took out a lighter, struck a flame and brought it to the scarlet nipples of the captive girl's breast. She just howled. It really hurt. And Victoria just roasted. And the girl's breasts were covered in blisters. They interrogated her with relish. First, they set her breasts on fire, and then Venus's womb...
  Of course, such interrogation had an effect and the girl cracked.
  Yes, it turns out to be a wonderful movie.
  Conan the Barbarian noted with a sweet look:
  - Wow! I didn't expect that! Just wonderful!
  Here's another image... This time the girls are repelling an attack. Enemy tanks are rushing into battle. They are angular or streamlined, these steel mastodons. And the girls are meeting them with mortar shots and grenade throws. These are real beauties. And if they show something, it will be a great impact.
  Anyuta fights and throws grenades at the enemy and sings:
  In the holy war,
  In our dear country...
  We will defeat our enemies,
  God and the cherub are with us!
  Alenka also shoots and sings:
  - We have missiles and planes,
  The strongest spirit in the world of girls...
  Better pilots are at the helm,
  The enemy will be crushed to dust and fluff!
  Marusya also shoots and fires at the enemies. And uses the striking power of a miniature rocket launcher. And the pierced and crippled enemy soldiers fly up.
  Augustina is also fighting here. She is magnificent, you could say. And she fights so bravely. She shows her striking power. And she shoots.
  But Olympiada will give it to you from a rocket launcher. Here is a truly inimitable girl of a big dream.
  The gift of annihilation launched by her flies with a roar.
  And she herself is so large and noble. Her waist is thin, but her hips are like a horse's croup, and her breasts are a real milking udder like the best buffalo. And she is a warrior.
  She's showing her best side. And her fighting form is just amazing.
  And the girls, how they launch mines at the enemy. The grass here is different, there is green, there is blue and orange. This is really extremely cool and awesome. And the explosions really rumble with wild, frenzied power.
  And a tank of quite impressive size is thrown into the air, flies up and turns over there. Turret down, tracks up. This is truly colossal destruction.
  Alenka squeals with fury:
  The troops are ready, Madam,
  We will destroy everyone!
  And here again the girls are flying out gifts of annihilation. And they are pounding the armored vehicles. And they are snapping back. It is clear that there are many vehicles on both sides.
  In the sky, there is still the buzz of attack aircraft, launching rockets at enemy positions. And in response, anti-aircraft guns are firing. This kind of showdown is taking place. And surface-to-air missiles are taking off. This is truly a scout-style battle.
  Anyuta, while firing, noted:
  - Both in war and in peaceful life, the girl prefers a large-caliber machine gun!
  Alenka giggled and replied:
  - The girl, like an animal, loves strong males, but at the same time prefers the weak to be tempted by female charms!
  Marusya howled and squeaked while firing:
  -A woman has an ideal eagle in her head, a rooster between her legs, a peacock in her eyes, a nightingale in her ears, but she always manages to miss a standing flyer!
  And the warriors burst out laughing.
  In fact, some really funny things happened.
  The artillery, controlled by the fair sex, was also working. And it was very energetic and effective. So many bones of the enemy were scattered. They also hit with fragmentation ammunition. Very massive tanks were moving, which were distinguished by powerful protection. And they looked just so scary.
  Here is a boy controlling a missile via radio and aiming it at a tank. And it should be said that it is effective. There is a combat impact.
  Rumble and destruction. And a hit on a powerful tank with a dozen barrels.
  After the advent of missile technology, large machines lost their effectiveness, but they still appeared on the battlefield. And for them, of course, missiles are very painful.
  The boy prodigy said:
  - With the help of a bright mind, you can replace muscles, but even a mountain of muscles cannot replace a small discovery made by the mind!
  The battles were going on on all fronts. The jet streams of the attack aircraft roared. And new rocket cascades were launched.
  The girl Tamara was firing a Grad, pressing the pedal with her bare foot and squealing:
  Break, crush and tear into pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  And again deafening explosions. And somewhere in the distance the soil, the turf, and the flesh are burning. And black clouds of smoke rise into the sky. And they curl like snakes. And it seems like boas are trying to twine the clouds like juicy cows. It looks extremely frightening.
  The girl Nicoletta squeaked:
  - What a hell of a cascade!
  And she also gave it something extremely deadly. And the fiery flame spreads. And the field burns, and other warriors suffer on the field.
  Yes, it is indeed disturbing. Girls fight barefoot and in only a bikini and it looks very cool. A wonderful world where there are a thousand females for every male. And even more wonderful is that people do not age and do not look older than thirty-five. But the fact that there is a war is not very good. Conan, however, loved to fight. He liked it - excellent and interesting entertainment.
  The boy hero even said, licking his lips:
  - War is air for the lungs, war is the sun for the grain! You can't create without destroying, you can't make everyone happy at once! Violence, like steel, strengthens the soul, murder forges will, reason!
  In their own way, these are reasonable, although not indisputable thoughts.
  And somewhere on the screen, a dozen Grad-type installations are working. And they understand the whole fiery ocean. This is the burning and destructive effect. And it seems that it is raining streams of fiery flame.
  The girl Tamila exclaimed, stamping her bare, graceful, tanned foot:
  - To a bloody, holy and just battle! March, march forward, beautiful people!
  To the bloody, holy and just battle! March, march forward, beautiful people!
  And the warriors took and exclaimed in chorus:
  Girls are the best in the world,
  Beautiful with scarlet nipples...
  Let's celebrate the success,
  Sparkling with bare feet!
  And here again the rocket launchers roar and release deadly discharges of high temperature. These are really girls, that will show the class of annihilation specifically!
  And when they expose their breasts, you can see nipples the color of overripe strawberries. Now that's really great.
  And what a power of beauty the girls have. Look at their waists, how their abdominal muscles play - a magnificent passage.
  Nicoletta tweeted:
  Our strength is such,
  That can't be counted...
  They beat the fool,
  Five punches!
  And the girl suddenly jumps higher...
  Conan remembered that when he was a slave boy, his overseer was a whip. And it really hurt. Conan really wanted to respond, but it was somehow awkward to hit a woman. Moreover, he got a whip for hitting another slave boy in the ear with his fist, so that he even passed out, actually losing consciousness from the blow. But Conan then thought that he overdid it: one slap would have been enough!
  This boy, however, had his bare, rough sole burned and the boy of about thirteen jumped up - it hurt and there was a very appetizing smell of burnt meat. Like a piglet being roasted. And the boy slaves in the quarries are always hungry.
  The work is hard, a lot of calories are spent, and they feed you the cheapest - flatbread, dried fruit, fish at best. Conan, who worked for three people, being a very strong child by nature, was fed well, sometimes even pork, but the other slave boys are so thin that their ribs stick out like basket bars. And they, thanks to constant hard work, are sinewy and hardy.
  So Conan, working in the quarries from early childhood, developed his strength and agility. Until he was taken as a gladiator.
  And then his adventures began. He even became a Cossack.
  And now he watches a movie, quite funny. For example, the stormtroopers work very well. And it looks very impressive. Especially when the rockets fly in waves and cascades. And they rain down like big and bright splashes of flame.
  The girl Anastasia, a famous pilot from these phenomenal lands, launches rockets and sings:
  An angry guy crawls along the rocks,
  Hit him with napalm!
  It's a shame to beat men, believe me,
  There is only one way out to kill!
  Anastasia is a red-haired girl, and men love her and she loves them. And everything became great when she fired a deadly rocket. And it flew by and hit the bunker, breaking through the armor and causing fires. Now that's real figurative destruction. And the debris flies in different directions. And melts in flight, shining like ice cubes.
  The girl pilot took it and sang:
  Ice floe, ice floe - life is not paradise,
  Better you take it and melt!
  Akulina Orlova giggled and also launched a rocket and squealed with fury:
  - Banzai!
  These are the fighter girls. What they do is simply mind-boggling. And they show air karaoke.
  Conan the boy was slightly distracted. They brought him a milkshake with chocolates and ice cream floating in it. Young Conan began to drink it with pleasure and lick the aromatic ice cream. And he liked it. After all, in his ancient world, ice cream can only be made with the help of cold magic and it is a rarity even for kings.
  Two girls approached him and offered to give him a massage.
  The boy fighter agreed. And one began to massage the young warrior's muscular back, and the other his bare soles with rough heels.
  Conan even purred with pleasure.
  On the screen, the girls were firing from a machine gun and shooting. Tanks were crawling, as well as armored personnel carriers and some other types of equipment. And they were being pounded with various types of weapons. And they were doing it quite accurately. But from some, especially heavy vehicles, the shells bounced off or, hitting the sloped armor, went into a ricochet.
  You can see how the girls run, their bare heels flashing, in a counterattack. One of them, Aurora, has copper-red hair fluttering like a proletarian banner with which they storm the Winter Palace. And it looks very beautiful.
  The boy, the former king, is happy. Indeed, how wonderful it looks.
  But suddenly his mood deteriorated. He remembered that he, the king of Aquilonia, had disappeared. And his country was left without a ruler and leader. And that meant that unrest could begin in it. And also an invasion of the army of the largest and most powerful empire on this planet, Turan. And then a serious massacre could begin.
  And he's just a kid. No, we don't need to do anything.
  Then a familiar red-haired woman came up and asked:
  - Have you rested yet, my young knight?
  Conan answered confidently:
  - Yes, I am full of strength and energy!
  Then the giver nodded:
  - One of the oligarchs wants you to fight again, right now. And you can do it!
  The boy who had traveled to another place answered confidently:
  - I'm ready as always!
  The red-haired woman patted the muscular child on the shoulder and said happily:
  - Alright! You're about to get oiled! Your opponent this time will be a grown girl. Doesn't that bother you!
  Conan stated decisively:
  - In war and in a fight all sexes are equal!
  The hostess nodded with a smile:
  - Well done! I think you'll have a great career!
  . CHAPTER #17.
  The boy-sorcerer from Geta-Akvazar already knew not only about the invasion of Turan's army, but also about the disappearance of Conan the Barbarian. The latter was both good and bad. Conan did not die by his hand, and his soul was not sent to hell. And even more so, they did not manage to torment him. He disappeared, but he can return even stronger and more dangerous. But the main heart of God works. And that means there will be colossal power in it. And which cannot be digested so easily.
  Now another question is who will replace Conan? It turns out there is a written will that the regent during the king's absence is his first wife Zenobia. So while the eldest son is still a boy, this is reasonable.
  And she gave the order for Xena and the girl to urgently arrive in the capital of Aquilonia.
  And the boys and a certain number of girls - that is, the children's detachment - were ordered to stay and hold off the orcs for now. The forces were thus divided in half.
  Xena kissed Geta-Aquasar goodbye. And the boy-sorcerer even blushed from embarrassment and excitement, the childish face and the warrior said:
  - Hold on! I think the orcs will disappear soon and you will join us!
  Geta-Aquasar exclaimed:
  - I wish you victory! For there is no fiercer warrior than you!
  After which they parted. And the girls began to slap their bare, graceful, tanned feet.
  And Geta and Lomik responded with the guys, mostly boys, but among the children there were also strong girls, to defensive positions. Again the orcs went on the attack.
  The children met them with long-range bow shots. The army of the Okrs resembled a hairy, red-brown cloud as it moved. It wavered, they waved clubs, and a roar could be heard. And it was all somehow grotesque.
  And the arrows flew and dug like cactus thorns into the lips, into the carcasses of ugly bears. And it was truly deadly and destructive.
  Geta and Lomik also shot, each pulling two bows at once with their hands and the bare toes of their children's feet. The boys worked and it was great.
  Another boy, Gvozdik, was shooting from a crossbow. And his device is not as fast-firing, but it is lethal.
  The orcs covered the distance with a wild roar and reached the walls. And then the children began to chop them down as they climbed the outpost. And the girls, flashing their bare feet, loaded the catapults. And they also fired. This was an aggressive impact on the orcs.
  Here the pot with the combustible mixture bursts. And a mass of orcs is specifically burned. This is truly deadly. And there will be no mercy for the enemies. And the children work so aggressively.
  The orcs try to respond and throw darts. They have a large numerical advantage over the children's squad. Geta-Akvasar and Lomik try to shoot as often as possible. The former dark lord even whispered spells, when one in flight multiplies into three or four parts, and lays down many more orcs. Yes, Aquasar-Geta was still a powerful sorcerer, even in a child's body.
  And the orcs suffered more and more losses. But there are still so many of them, and they are pouring out darts thickly, and even throwing clubs and axes. There are more and more wounded in the children's squad, and there are even killed.
  Geta-Akvasar, feeling the excitement, took and began to launch fiery pulsars at the orcs with his bare toes. He hit his opponents with them without any restrictions. One fiery clot fried and incinerated a dozen or even two ugly bears at once. And they affected the enemy with all their force. This turned out to be a deadly composition.
  Lomik muttered in confusion:
  - Wow! You're something else!
  Geta-Akvasar nodded, continuing to throw deadly clots with his bare feet:
  - Yes, I can do something!
  The boy wizard really showed his highest level. It is not for nothing that he is the dark lord, and he has an immortal spirit. And what, Conan, thought that it was so easy to deal with the greatest of the wizards of the human race, just with a sword or a dagger? That is stupid - magic cannot be defeated so easily.
  And from the boy's bare toes, following the pulsars, they took and struck lightning. And this was truly a crushing blow. The mass of orcs was simply scorched and charred. And they turned into nothing more than scorched skins.
  Geta-Akvazar smiled, and so did Lomik. It smelled very strongly of burning, as if someone was grilling shashlik. Now that really looked not bad at all.
  The children from the legion of young fighters really fought no worse than the adults. And they showed that they are really capable of a lot. Although the losses from the many thrown darts, axes, clubs, and battleaxes were growing.
  Geta-Akvasar once again struck the enemies with lightning. Then he and Lomik whistled, very shrilly. And many crows, having had heart attacks, fell on the orcs, piercing their skulls with their beaks, and crippling their limbs.
  Geta-Aquasar chuckled and sang:
  Not a lifting armada,
  You have to fight for your friends!
  We will defeat the orcs,
  After all, there is a cherub above us!
  And the boy, with his bare feet, released a dozen murderous pulsars at once. They would crash into the cluster of orcs. And cause massive devastation in their ranks. They would burn through entire thawed patches, which is simply terrible.
  Aquazar-Geto suddenly remembered that orcs are generally quite primitive creatures, and they can be easily frightened. And the boy-sorcerer will whistle again, deafeningly and with force.
  And so the great host rushed back. And the orcs ran, with wild squeals and heart-rending roars. This was indeed their true and crushing defeat. And they fell and fell and crushed each other.
  Geta-Aquasar sang:
  Help your friend in a wild battle,
  Let the terrible enemies scatter...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And we will teach evil a proper lesson!
  That's how the children dealt with the orc army. Together with the girl Sulfia, Geta prepared a resurrection potion for the killed and wounded fighters. The soul does not immediately go to the next world. It remains in our world for some time. And so it can, if resurrected, quickly return. And then the children come to life, and their wounds heal. And this is a fairly high level of magic.
  Did Conan seriously think that it was only necessary to kill the body and that's it? No, the spirit means a lot and is perhaps more primary than the flesh. And this must be said to be great.
  Geta-Akvazar sprayed the dead and maimed children. The boy and girls came to life and blinked their eyes. And now they were rising and looking around.
  One of the girls exclaimed:
  - This is great! I flew like a bird!
  The boy who was resurrected corrected:
  - Even better than birds! Such a delightful lightness in the body!
  Geta-Aquasar jokingly sang:
  Your soul aspired to the heights,
  You will be born again with a dream...
  But if you lived like a pig,
  You'll remain a pig!
  And the child warriors burst out laughing. After the battle, they had developed an appetite. The young warriors roasted a boar and several roes, and brought some berries from the forest and fruits, and some crackers to go with the meat. They were in a cheerful mood. Victory had been won. And they did not know that King Conan had disappeared.
  Geta-Akvazar meanwhile enjoyed the food. Two girls started washing his feet and massaging his heels. He was the boss here after all. Still a child, but already the ruler.
  The girl also began to wash Lomik's feet. The boy noted:
  - Still, being a warrior is incomparably better than being a slave in the quarries!
  Geta-Aquasar noted:
  - It's obvious. It's like saying snow is white and coal is black!
  The girl Sulfiya, whose feet were being washed by a boy, noticed:
  - That's another story. There are those who pass off black as white, and white as black. But the world is already full of many shades!
  Geta-Aquasar laughed and sang:
  There is heat and snowfall in the world,
  The world is both poor and rich...
  The youth of the entire planet is with us,
  Children's, furious squad!
  And the young warriors burst out laughing. Lomik remarked:
  - The army of Turan has invaded. And there are more of them than us!
  Geta-Aquasar answered logically:
  - They fight not with numbers, but with skill!
  Zulfiya, the girl timidly objected:
  - Sometimes by numbers. Let's say even a child can break one rod, but not every strong man can break a bundle of rods!
  The boy wizard replied:
  - We must hit in parts!
  And he slapped his bare foot on the water, splashing the girls. They, however, only smiled in response. It all looked so cheerful.
  Lomik answered with a sweet look:
  - Yes, we try. How many orcs have we killed already? And the world is very nice. There is such fresh air here, not like the stench of the quarries.
  Geta-Aquasar nodded:
  - I know! I had to work like a donkey in the quarries too! But difficulties only make you stronger!
  The girl healer Sulfiya asked:
  - And where did you, your Excellency, learn to wield magic so well? I have never seen sorcerers of such a level.
  The boy wizard chuckled:
  - How old are you?
  Sulfiya noted:
  - Who knows. I'm a herbalist, and there are plants and potions that can delay childhood, and even make you younger. In any case, it's easier to delay childhood.
  Geta-Aquasar nodded:
  - Yes, there is such a phenomenon. It is when the potion leaves you girls for a long time, sometimes this process can last for centuries. But not everyone likes it. - The boy wizard stroked one of the girls on the head with his palm and continued. - Well, I think most women and men would prefer to simply remain forever young.
  Lomik nodded with a smile:
  -What boy doesn't dream of becoming an adult! But the opposite? Although, who knows, maybe when I become an adult, I'll want to become a boy again!
  Geta-Aquasar laughed and replied:
  - Every age has its advantages! But of course it is better for the young than for the old. But even an ordinary person can live for many centuries, even millennia, if he has advanced magic!
  Zulfiya nodded:
  - Exactly! This is possible in principle! Especially if you influence stem cells. Then a person can really live forever, as if in a fairy tale!
  Lomik remarked with a smile:
  - Isn"t the line between fairy tale and reality conditional?
  Geta-Aquasar replied with an even wider smile:
  - Of course it's conditional! But we can, in principle, turn any fairy tale into reality! And magic and human reason together are a huge force!
  The girl healer noted:
  - It seems to me that you are much older than you look!
  The boy wizard replied:
  - Just like you... But this may be a deceptive impression. Children can be so smart and knowledgeable!
  Lomik sang with a sense of humor:
  Since childhood I have neither written nor read,
  I realized that it's such a shambles...
  But sometimes I invent cool things myself,
  The academician will never comprehend!
  And the children joined in in chorus, exclaiming:
  - That's why, that's why I live better than everyone else,
  Therefore, therefore, where I am there is fun and laughter!
  Geta-Akvazar actually burst out laughing. His thoughts galloped like herds of horses. He really wanted to do something grandiose. For example, to overthrow the government not only in Aquilonia, but also in Turan, and seize dominion over the world.
  Although, despite all the power of the magic of the circle of Aquasar, the ruler of Ishma did not strive for world domination. And did not even conquer neighboring empires. He had more elevated thoughts. But now he wanted real power over the world. Such human and physical.
  Just like a soul without a body, it strives to find flesh. And this flesh is preferably young and healthy. Aquazar became physically strong and resilient, and at the same time a handsome boy, which is not bad. But of course adults have more opportunities. But you also become more noticeable. And who would suspect a child? And this is strength. And in a fight he will knock down any adult.
  Aquazar-Geta felt tired. They had fought for a long time, a lot of magical energy had been spent, and now they had eaten well.
  And the boy commander announced:
  - Post guards and everyone go to sleep! We need to get some proper rest.
  And so he and the other boys lay down on the freshly cut leaves, covered themselves, and fell asleep quietly without snoring. Children sleep well and soundly.
  And Aquazar-Goethe dreamed...
  Some special world, which already had technologies, and at the level of the end of the twentieth century. A regional war is underway. Some rough soldiers in camouflage and helmets are fighting, but with the faces of ugly bears. And a squad of barefoot boys in shorts and girls in short tunics is fighting with them. And these children are armed with machine guns and grenades.
  Geta was in a past life on other planets, including those whose technological level is higher, the human twentieth century.
  Even space worlds with many planets had to be visited.
  And then... Geta-Akvasar lay down and fired a burst from his machine gun.
  Several orcs in camouflage fell, and red-brown fountains of blood spurted out from the holes punched.
  Lomik also fired, licked his lips and noted:
  - The execution is superb!
  Geta-Aquasar asked:
  - Where do the orcs come from?
  The warrior boy replied:
  - Invasion! We are defending our land!
  Geta-Akvazar fired at the orcs again. Then the boy very deftly threw a grenade with his bare toes. And a whole dozen bears were torn to pieces. And arms and legs flew in different directions.
  Lomik nodded approvingly:
  - You clean them well!
  Geta-Akvazar said with pathos:
  Anyone who is a man is born a warrior,
  So it happened that the gorilla took the stone...
  When the enemies are legion without number,
  And in the heart a flame burns hotly!
  Lomik eagerly picked up the gun, also shooting at the orcs quite accurately:
  The boy sees a machine gun in his dreams,
  He prefers a tank to a limousine,
  Who wants to turn a penny into a nickel,
  From birth he understands that force rules!
  And the children took the grenades with their bare feet and threw them. Zulfiya, this warrior girl, noted:
  - We will show our best side to the enemy!
  The battle continued, and several tanks appeared. They were rather crude and terrifying in shape, with long barrels. They looked like some kind of boxes, only the front of the turret was slightly inclined.
  Geta-Akvazar noted:
  - Yes, orcs can"t even make a human tank!
  Lomik remarked with a sad look:
  - Their armor is thick! You can't take them with a grenade! We need something more serious here!
  Geta-Aquasar chuckled and replied:
  Conflicts between different forces,
  The old world was created...
  I'm a genius and you're an idiot,
  And this is serious!
  And the boy wizard threw a grenade at the roller of the orc tank. It was damaged by the explosion, the caterpillar fell asleep.
  Lomik exclaimed:
  - That's great! You hit him right on target!
  Geta-Aquasar objected:
  - That's not so accurate! Now I'll show you how to do it even better!
  Zulfiya noted:
  - Of course he will show! This boy is a hero!
  And indeed the young wizard threw a deadly gift of death into the caterpillar and this time calculated so well that the knocked out tank turned to the side and collided with its neighbor. Both vehicles thundered, the combat kit inside them detonated, which began to explode. And then both tanks almost simultaneously had their roofs torn off.
  Aquazar-Geta threw another grenade and two more tanks collided, from a clever hit on the tracks with a turn.
  And destruction and death began. And detonating kits also exploded.
  Lomik shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - This is really cool!
  Zulfiya agreed with this:
  - The impact is simply super! A real giant of war!
  Aquazar-Geta chuckled and noted:
  - A real giant, but small in stature!
  The boy Gvozdik exclaimed:
  - Small, but mighty!
  The orcs, having lost four tanks destroyed and one damaged, began to retreat. The children pursued them, firing very accurately and deadly fire. They are excellent shooters. And impressive fighters.
  Lomik, having fired a burst and mowed down several ugly bears, exclaimed:
  - For the Motherland, for Solntsev!
  The boy Gvozdik confirmed, shooting:
  - Death to the orcs!
  Aquazar-Geta noted with a smile:
  - We have won, and we will win!
  Zulfiya noted:
  - Heroism has no age, in the heart of a young person there is love for the country, it can conquer the edges of space, make you happy in a single family!
  The children's squad began to rake in the trophies, weapons and money. Indeed, the boys and girls raked out coins and papers from the pockets of the dead orcs. The wounded were finished off with bayonets.
  Zulfiya explained:
  - Orcs don't exchange prisoners. They consider captivity a great disgrace, so let them perish like that.
  Lomik giggled and sang:
  Don't spare them,
  Destroy all the bastards...
  Like crushing bedbugs,
  Beat them like cockroaches!
  The children picked up so many weapons that they became heavy. And got some money. The bare feet of the young warriors slapped. The children's soles became rough and calloused.
  The boys and girls sang and marched with excitement, trying to place their soles evenly and stamp their steps.
  The song was funny:
  I was born in a country so beautiful,
  Where the sea illuminates the path with its caress...
  I want to have a happy destiny,
  So as not to bend the boy into an arc!
  
  I want to visit different countries,
  To arrange an incredible transit there...
  On the coast of stormy oceans,
  So that the bald Fuhrer is defeated!
  
  My expanses float for space,
  In them the radiant light of the sun is visible...
  There are such fields and mountains,
  The boys greet the dawn with laughter!
  
  We love to run barefoot through puddles,
  After all, these are God's flowers...
  And if we need to run in the cold,
  Souls of gusts of wondrous beauty!
  
  The Lord loves those who are hardened in heart,
  Which is capable of burning Sodom...
  And somewhere the maples are golden in their leaves,
  And equipment slated for scrap!
  
  Here the evil orc devils bare their teeth,
  They are even ready to gnaw metal...
  The path to success can be too long,
  But you will get what you always dreamed of!
  
  A crust of bread will be for the road,
  The girl and I walk barefoot...
  A small stone hurt her leg,
  I hit the gadfly with my fist!
  
  The war has come, we are refugees, children,
  And believe us, we are hungry, alas...
  Where will our place be on the planet,
  The shells are turning over boulders!
  
  Here are barefoot girls and boys,
  They march in formation to the sound of a bugle...
  They are still too young in years,
  But not even a groan was released in torture!
  
  We will give battle to the orcs, I believe in it,
  And I know we will definitely win...
  Let's soap the neck of the beast-enemy,
  After all, Thor himself is our great master!
  
  The boys carried the shells with gusto,
  We became like a brave son of the regiment...
  And somewhere there the girls were screaming,
  We'll drink a glass of milk, I know!
  
  Then we will fire accurately,
  Like a sunny Robin Hood...
  And the children will laugh in the happiness of paradise,
  And the bald Fuhrer is kaput!
  
  And then we will become more mature,
  Let's add garlic and refined sugar to the soup...
  Now that would be a smart idea,
  Squeeze your gun tighter, boy!
  
  The boys fire without mercy,
  And they do such a havoc, believe me,
  It won't be this way, believe me, children,
  If a child bends a crowbar in a fight, know that!
  
  Let Stockholm be the capital of the world,
  Ships sail to him with a bow...
  We will create for ourselves a believer idol,
  Let's not believe, brothers are broke!
  
  When will our Elfia be holy,
  He will soar like a falcon into the sky, you know...
  I'll have a dear girl with me,
  And we will build a paradise on the planet!
  After which the young warriors decided to take a little rest and lit a fire. The fire was so orange. So beautiful.
  Geta-Akvazar shot accurately and brought down the boar. The children had some roast. So fatty and delicious. And they began to cut it with bayonet knives and rub it with garlic. And plus some tomato sauce. To make it look even more appetizing.
  The warrior children ate with relish. Before dinner they also bathed in the river to wash off the dirt and sweat. And splashed around with pleasure. Geta splashed the boys, and they responded. It was extremely fun. And funny in its own way. During the meal, Geta-Aquasar remarked:
  - Still, don't fill your bellies too much! An enemy might appear and we'll have to run away!
  Lomik chuckled and replied:
  - A full belly means no work!
  Nevertheless, the hungry children ate well. True, they had to quickly put out the fire and hide in the bushes. Enemy attack aircraft were buzzing in the sky.
  Geta-Akvazar, of course, always admired aviation. It was necessary to fly faster than birds and a flying carpet without any magic. And jet machines and birds were overtaken by both boots of speed and some types of winged horses. Only war chariots of the Gods of not the smallest level could move faster than them.
  But they could also fire rockets. Quite dangerous types of weapons. And if they explode, their impact force will be simply destructive.
  Aquazar-Geta and the other kids hid. Oh well, apparently the enemy didn't have any advanced thermal imaging, so they didn't catch anyone. And overall it was great.
  When the stormtroopers flew by, the young team got out. Lomik took it and jokingly sang:
  Children running, nimble horses,
  They won't catch us! They won't catch us!
  And he laughed out loud. Now that's really, let's say it - great.
  And you can laugh for a long time.
  The young warriors began to dance. And it was a sight to see the half-naked boys jumping so wildly. And the boys' bodies were very tanned, although their hair was light, and they were bony and sinewy at the same time. And they ran and bounced like that. Their bare heels sparkled in the light of three moons. The grass here was somehow not easily soiled, and the soles of the boys and girls were light pink, not dirty.
  Aquazar-Geta is also dancing and he is having fun. It seems that you are a real savage. And the mood is through the roof.
  The dark lord even sang:
  It's time for a wonderful childhood,
  When you're in short pants it's lovely...
  We've been running around briskly since the morning,
  We want to be in heaven forever, to be honest!
  And the other children sang along in chorus:
  And I want, I want, I want again,
  Run across the roofs chasing pigeons!
  . CHAPTER #18.
  The boy Conan had another fight ahead of him. He was really fresh and not tired. Although he had not slept for a long time. But the new world was so exciting that he did not really want to doze off.
  He had to go out first. Before the fight, Conan was so thickly smeared with Vaseline that he was shining. And he moved like a little devil.
  Music was playing, drums were beating. The boy walked with a confident step. Along the way he extended his hands to the audience, and there were even children there. Everything, as they say, was in order.
  Conan saw a huge, dazzling hall, and a mass of people in it. And the boy was amused and literally turned on by this.
  There were also many children, especially in the front rows. But this did not surprise Conan. And in the Colosseum of his time there were children, both fighting in the ring and participating in the fights, and sitting in the stands.
  Conan walked and smiled. Then he was let into the cage and the boy, having passed the door, jumped into the ring through the ropes. After which he casually bowed to the audience.
  She greeted him with enthusiasm. They clapped their hands and whistled, and shouts of bravo could be heard.
  Conan was in only swimming trunks. He looked like a very handsome boy with chocolate skin and light hair, and deep muscle definition. Indeed, especially the fair sex were delighted. And there are a thousand times more of them on this planet than men, and this must be said to be very good. Especially for the stronger sex.
  Conan is a very handsome and muscular boy, and he is almost naked, only in swimming trunks, and is examined from different angles and filmed. And the young fighter himself also strikes poses and shows his not large, but very sharply outlined muscles. What a wonder child.
  But then they let us admire the boy, this young, underage Apollo, and the signal sounded.
  And to the music his rival, in this case a woman or a girl, began to come out.
  She was quite beautiful, but black, her skin was just coal, and her hair was raven. There are many races in this world, but mostly white. Thanks to the presence of three suns, people are tanned, like Arabs, but most have light hair.
  And such black as coal are rare. But she is quite beautiful or a girl or a young woman. Her face is young, but her rather massive figure creates the impression that she is scarier. And she is tall, and her muscles are prominent.
  Conan immediately realized that he had a serious opponent. In addition, the totalizator numbers lit up. And it is clear that she is the favorite in this case. And indeed, the black lady weighs at least three times more than Conan.
  And her nickname is also appropriate - black devil. A warrior with a long track record, having won more than three hundred fights and lost only twice. And holding a gold championship belt.
  She walked to the music, accompanied by four very beautiful and young girls who strewed rose petals under her bare, powerful feet.
  Well, she came into the ring and looked at Conan with disdain. And even remarked:
  - It's somehow humiliating for me to fight with a child!
  The female referee replied:
  - This is what the boss wants!
  The black devil asked again:
  - Big boss?
  She confirmed:
  - Yes, a big one!
  The large gladiator muttered:
  - Then his word is law!
  And bowing to the boy, she whispered:
  - Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!
  Conan responded to this:
  - I'm not afraid, I'll fight with all my might!
  The black devil muttered:
  - Likewise!
  The odds were one to twelve in favor of the Black Devil. It could have been higher, but apparently Conan had made a good impression with his only fight so far, and some still believed in him.
  The red-haired manager also took a risk and bet on the boy. Especially since she suspected that there might be some kind of catch.
  Conan also decided to bet on himself. He already had some money, plus he could take out a loan. And earn in case of success, or, on the contrary, lose everything.
  The Cimmerian was a very experienced fighter and expected that despite the black devil's superiority, he would be able to handle her. With the help of some clever trick. And in almost fifty years of life, he had done everything, fought with everyone, and had many opponents. Against this background, the black devil was far from the biggest challenge in Conan's athletic and combat career. So he could fight and seize such chances. And at the same time earn some money.
  Here the totalizator will finish accepting bets. The figure came out - one to thirteen in favor of the black devil. All the better, thought Conan - we will win more.
  And here comes the gong - the signal for battle. The black devil is not in a hurry. The first three minutes are work for the crowd. People should enjoy the process of the battle.
  Conan smiled, the black girl stood in a fighting stance, and did not move. He jumped, she met him with a blow. Not too strong, but sensitive, the boy even lost his balance. But then he jumped up. Conan assessed the speed and reaction of the opponent - a tough nut.
  The black devil smiled indulgently. She had to teach the child a lesson and she would teach him, and even spank him. Conan grinned. She needed to feel that her opponent was not simple either. Although sometimes it was better to be underestimated.
  The boy-fighter took and executed a complex maneuver, with his bare feet. The girl of devilish strength took and parried, but Conan went around her, and performed a sweep. And the big warrior staggered. But did not fall. She responded, but missed. The boy-fighter broke the distance. And they jumped back.
  The black devil bowed slightly and remarked:
  - You are not bad, and not so simple!
  Conan sang ironically in response:
  Life is not easy,
  And the paths do not lead straight...
  Everything comes too late,
  Everything goes away too soon!
  The black devil attacked in response. She carried out a combination first with her bare, lethal legs, and then with her hands. Conan deftly dodged and even hit her in the nose with his fist, but not so hard, already at the end, but the black woman felt it. And she bared her teeth. Suddenly she delivered a roundhouse kick, but the boy-king dove quite deftly and himself hit her under the vein.
  This time the coal diva lost her balance and fell. And Conan finished her off with his bare, childish foot, hitting her nose much harder. And it burst like a broken tomato, and blood spurted in all directions.
  The black devil jumped up and swore loudly. She was furious. Some puppy was hitting her and breaking her nose. And then the coal diva attacked, throwing a combination of both her hands and kicking her. Conan jumped back and fell on his back. The black woman rushed forward and the boy's strong legs threw her over themselves. The black devil fell. But then she jumped up. She was ready for a fight to the death. Only her eyes were bloodshot and she did not notice anything and did not pay attention to anything.
  The bare heel of the boy-terminator in a jump hits her right in the solar plexus. The girl in black staggered. And she went and fell, the hit was accurate.
  And she began to gasp for air. If you hit the pancreas exactly, neither abs nor a strong physique will help.
  And the boy gladiator began to kick the black devil on the head. It was as if he was kicking a ball. And his bare feet were also in pain. But the little warrior knew no mercy. He acted with colossal scope. And he managed to hit both the back of the head and the cheek. Finally, the experienced Conan took aim and hit the carotid artery with his bare foot, which was obviously already full in his previous life, and the black girl passed out.
  After which the young warrior turned her over onto her back and placed his bare foot on her chest.
  The female referee made three strong blows and announced:
  - Young gladiator Conan wins the fight! And becomes the intercontinental champion.
  The young warrior raised his fists and shouted:
  - I serve Elphistan!
  Beautiful, barefoot girls ran out into the arena and handed Conan a gold belt with a picture of the planet. The boy happily put it on himself, it was too big. At the same time, Conan received a big win in the sweepstakes and a cash check for defeating the champion. Everything was, as they say, in perfect order.
  Flowers or petals were thrown under the boy's bare feet. He was very pleased.
  And after such a glorious victory I went to watch the movie. And there was something to see.
  Here Conan lay down on the mattress. One girl in a bikini began to massage the boy's back, and another his bare, childish feet. A third girl appeared, almost naked, and she massaged Conan's neck and shoulders.
  It was very cool and pleasant. And at the same time the movie turned on.
  There was a wonderful show to be seen there.
  This time, instead of a war, there was some kind of fairy tale. A boy and a girl were slapping their bare feet on a rocky ridge. A snow-white dove was hovering above them. In its beak it held a laurel branch.
  The children walked and smiled, their pearly teeth sparkling. It looked very beautiful.
  It was obvious that the children were used to walking barefoot, and their young feet were not afraid of the sharp stones that made up the path. They were on a quest for happiness, in search of the light that would save their parents from death.
  But ahead, unexpectedly, a narrow river blocked the road. And the bridge across it was raised.
  The bronze statue of a man roared:
  - You need to pay a fee if you want to cross the bridge!
  The boy replied:
  - The river is not wide and we will swim across it!
  In response, the bronze man whistled. And the backs of predatory piranhas appeared. They flashed, and their bared jaws were visible.
  The Bronze Man noted:
  - You are possessed to the bones! So you will have to pay!
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - We have no money! But if you want, we will sing for you!
  The boy nodded vigorously to confirm:
  - Yes, we have good voices!
  The bronze man nodded:
  - Then sing! But something new!
  The children began to sing, composing as they went and stamping their little, bare, tanned feet:
  We are the Lord's young creations,
  born into a poor, serf family...
  Of course, the master is not our equal at all,
  And there is no place more bitter on earth!
  
  We are barefoot at any time of the year,
  Although sometimes there is snow...
  And believe me, we have a road ahead of us,
  And in a child's heart there is a glorious dream!
  
  We don"t know why we"re going on a hike,
  The great sorcerer promised us...
  What if there are knights left somewhere,
  We will create a universal ideal!
  The road is hard - we are starving,
  We regret that we didn't take some crackers...
  We children are now suffering from stones,
  But our faith is that the villain will be beaten!
  
  For the Lord the boy has a heart,
  And the girl is such a beauty...
  We will open the door to success, I believe,
  Even though our couple is poor and barefoot!
  
  There will be such a time in the yard,
  Flowers will bloom like a violent volcano...
  Summer will come, in golden light,
  And the children will run like little rabbits!
  
  I believe we will save our parents,
  The bandit won't hold them captive...
  It was not for nothing that we started this venture,
  The evil parasite will be crushed!
  
  War is now blazing on the earth,
  Someone's blood is flowing in a thick stream...
  But we will be born with a new dream,
  And let us revive courage and love!
  The children finished singing and bowed. The bronze man lowered the bridge with a grin and said:
  - Come in!
  And the little bare feet slapped on. They were now moving on the tiles, and the children's bare feet felt the bliss of touching the smooth and slightly polished surface. It was really great.
  The dove continued to fly above them. And the picture looked idyllic.
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - Do you think the mother of the Gods, Lada, will help?
  The boy answered decisively:
  - Of course it will help, we just need to get to her!
  And the young couple kept up the pace. Although it was obvious that they had been walking for a long time, and even the veins on their calves were showing through and the veins were visible. The boy was in shorts, and the girl in a short skirt. And it was a fun hike.
  Conan took it and said:
  - Unfortunately, it"s easier to fall into childhood than to grow younger!
  A rabbit ran out to meet the children. He had a very dandy appearance: a suit, a top hat and a gilded watch on a chain. With a smile, the little animal asked:
  - What time is it?
  The girl answered with a laugh:
  - You have such a wonderful watch and you still ask?
  The rabbit chuckled and noted:
  - You don't get punched in the nose for asking, unless you stick the last one in your hickey!
  The boy replied to this:
  - Wit of language is the best way to hide the stupidity of the brain!
  The girl added:
  - Red speech most likely drowns the brain in the bloody diarrhea of empty talk!
  The rabbit laughed and remarked:
  - It's not a problem if your heels are bare, it's worse when your head is empty, because of which you were shod!
  The boy answered sternly:
  - Well, you're a pretty good sophist. But for now, tell me how to find the Virgin Mary Lada?
  The rabbit giggled and replied:
  - To find a black cat in a dark room, you first need to turn on the light in a non-bitch way!
  The girl winced:
  - Oh, how uncultured!
  The boy noted:
  - In the dark all cats are grey, in the darkness of dictatorship even people's personalities turn grey!
  The rabbit replied with a smile:
  - When your head is full of grey matter and bright ideas, you won't howl blackly from frustration!
  The girl giggled and noted:
  - Those who do not have a bright mind usually live in a dark body!
  The boy added decisively:
  - Appearances are deceiving - a black raven is a symbol of wisdom, a bright parrot is a symbol of stupid imitation!
  The rabbit added:
  - The brightest politicians are as dumb as peacocks, even though they sing like nightingales!
  Here the exchange of wit was interrupted. From above there was a thunder and a rain began to pour, so warm and gentle.
  The boy noted:
  - You and I are children of the rain!
  The girl objected:
  - No, before the blossoming! We are children of summer!
  Then the rabbit squeaked:
  - And how late I am - almost a whole day! It's not for nothing that you children know that I am a real white rabbit!
  And he started running, like a madman. And his paws were flashing. And his tail with him.
  The boy noticed:
  - We talked to no avail!
  The girl squeaked with a smile:
  - And you still need some benefit! You're a funny little guy!
  And the children again slapped their bare feet along the path. They must be said to be wonderful little ones. And they slapped their paws like that. Magnificent kids.
  But then another character appeared before them. In this case, it was a wolf. A humanoid one, and quite ferocious. He had a gun in his hands. And he roared:
  - I only hit once! I'm fast and brave! I've eaten a dog on this! I'm a cool and energetic wolf! Say goodbye to your souls, children! Okay!
  The boy smiled and responded to the chant:
  How we lived, struggling,
  And not fearing death...
  This is how you and I will live from now on!
  And in the starry heights,
  And the mountain silence!
  In the sea wave and the furious fire!
  And in a furious, furious fire!
  The wolf grinned and replied:
  - You are a brave boy! Do you want to earn a gold coin?
  The boy nodded his head vigorously:
  - Yes, I want to!
  The girl squeaked with a smile:
  - Me too!
  The wolf chuckled and roared:
  I am bloodthirsty,
  I am ruthless!
  I'm cooler than Barmaley himself!
  And I don't need it!
  No marmalade!
  No chocolate!
  But only the little ones,
  Yes, very small children!
  And the wolf fired his pistol. A fountain of bright, sparkling bubbles flew out of the barrel. That was great.
  The wolf grinned and roared:
  Children, you are like mice,
  With bone, skin,
  I'll eat you boldly,
  Happiness is just a respite,
  A bright flash,
  In the darkness of problems!
  The boy grinned and sang bravely in response:
  You, wolf, don't look like a cool guy at all,
  You have a thick voice and sing out of tune!
  The girl noted with a sweet smile:
  - And the performance is not bad! You could even say it's cool!
  The wolf chuckled and replied:
  - Let's do it this way, kids. I'll ask you a riddle. If you guess, I'll give you one gold coin for both of you. And if not, I'll eat it! How do you like that choice!
  The girl squeaked jokingly:
  - Don't sit on the stump, don't eat the pie!
  The boy remarked harshly:
  - And the fact that we are skinny doesn't bother you? You might break your teeth!
  The wolf chuckled and sang:
  I am one of you kids,
  I'll evaporate the fat...
  There will be cabbage rolls,
  Ham pie!
  And how he burst out laughing and flashed his teeth. And he muttered in response:
  - Come on, guess the riddle!
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - Can we ask you a riddle?
  The wolf blinked his eyes and replied:
  - It is forbidden!
  The boy nodded his bright head:
  - Make a wish!
  The predator muttered:
  - What is more expensive, gold, and cheaper, copper!?
  The girls squealed:
  - Wow! That's a question! Is there an answer to it?
  The wolf roared, stamping his boot:
  - Of course there is!
  The boy replied:
  - And I know the answer!
  The predator pouted:
  - Yes! So what is it?
  The young rascal replied:
  - It's an honor! Honor is more valuable than gold, but some sell it for a broken copper penny!
  The wolf's face twisted and he muttered:
  -Wow! You're something else, that's true!
  The girl noted with a smile:
  - So now give me the gold coin!
  The predator muttered:
  - Well, what did I give my word... And I don"t want bad fame to be spread about me - as if a wolf doesn"t keep his word!
  And he threw a coin that glittered yellow. The boy caught it in mid-air and noted:
  - That's how honest it is!
  The wolf flashed his boot spurs and moved on. The children also moved along the path. And their little bare feet slapped further.
  The girl noticed:
  - I'm hungry. Maybe we should go into the forest and pick some berries?
  The boy nodded:
  - A possible option! But I would prefer to eat meat pies. We have money!
  The girl objected:
  - First we need to get to a populated area. And here there are mostly cartoon characters and villages!
  The boy giggled and replied:
  - Why don't cartoons sell treats for gold?
  And the children burst out laughing. But they went deeper into the forest anyway. They ate some berries, they were sweet and quite nutritious there. Then the boy and the girl climbed the trees and picked bunches of bananas.
  And they moved further along the road. They stamped their bare, little feet. And they even began to sing:
  Girls and boys warriors of Druzdi,
  They are barefoot, running through snowdrifts...
  You are a warrior of youth, just don't be sad,
  The angel will greet you with a tender kiss!
  
  I am a child of God and I am so cool,
  I can do magic, just know how to use a magic word...
  And I rush towards the enemy completely barefoot,
  But at the same time, the boy in shorts is not poor at all!
  
  The boy received a magic wand,
  Emitted a pulsar that was deadly to the enemy...
  A child with magic has a lot of power,
  He crushes the orcs with one blow!
  
  The boy was friends with the valiant fairy as always,
  I received donuts and candies as gifts...
  The young man turned a fly into a diamond, just for fun,
  These kids are so brave here!
  
  The boy showed his magic boldly,
  And he clashed in battle with the almighty Viy...
  And with her swords she struck furiously,
  Having crushed the goblins with bare heels!
  
  So don't bare your teeth at your boy,
  He is such a warrior - a nightmare for his enemies...
  As always, the child magician is in a furious excitement,
  He shows an undoubted gift in that battle!
  
  Soon, you know, that boy will clash with Koschei,
  And it will show the evil spirits absolute brilliance...
  It is not for nothing that the Sun shines in the sky,
  And the enemy will enter the coffin and receive a cross!
  
  The boy fights the orcs very fiercely,
  He is a sword fighter who spent the mill...
  Well, somewhere a girl is suffering without a man,
  After all, in love, sometimes a sweet and stuffy goat is sweet!
  
  The warriors, though young, are always barefoot,
  And the boys and girls run to attack...
  After all, in battle, believe me, there are strict institutions,
  To clearly sign - Orkler is kaput!
  
  In our universe everything seems cool,
  We will be, believe me, great fighters now...
  Boys and girls do not put up with orcs,
  So consider yourself simply great!
  
  Here warriors from space rush into attack,
  You won't find any cooler boys here...
  Even if a storm is blowing, we attack barefoot,
  There will be warriors-fighters with luck along the way!
  
  And the young howl fights with the furious dragon,
  As soon as a fighter swings his sword, heads fly...
  And in this case he simply will not repent,
  It"s true what the children say - there will be results!
  
  The heads of evil dragons roll across the lawns,
  They spin easily, like that top...
  The orcs are scared and stare like dogs,
  How they will get a slap and you will be silent!
  
  Well, in short, the boy's song ends,
  There will be a bloody stroke of luck and a big throw in it...
  I believe that the dragon of rain will die in agony,
  And the most lethal shell will hit your temple!
  
  Here the boy twitched, spat fiery saliva,
  He showed a big lead, and the volcano is burning...
  And the dragon spewed out blood and even snot,
  There will be a powerful hurricane, like a monolith!
  
  Soon the boy will be running wild in the universe,
  He chopped off a lot of heads, cutting off a whole bunch...
  And you, evil orc-goat, it doesn"t end there,
  We will build a cruiser and a dock for it!
  
  The war will end, damned school,
  There will be a big fire in it and a burning path...
  And the boy's love, you know, is very famous,
  And the skunk is a reptile, bent like a spiral!
  . CHAPTER #19.
  Turan's army continued to move deeper into Aquilonia. Here they approached the second largest city of a considerable power. There Trocero with considerable forces took up defensive positions behind the walls. He sent an invitation to Jasmine and Zena to come to their aid immediately. There were already quite strong troops of Conan's power here, and the city was of key importance. Along the way, the Turanians stormed several fortresses.
  The boy Spartacus was an unrivaled warrior. And despite his small size, the child-terminator crushed everyone. And under his command was a children's legion.
  Flashing their bare heels, the young warriors went to the assault. And it was simply terrible.
  Turan's heir was also a rather strong boy, with well-defined muscles, and commanded another legion of children. Both these boys and a small number of girls were distinguished by their colossal agility.
  They left many barefoot footprints in the sand. The children also fired small bows. They are very agile. The boys are wearing only swimming trunks, muscular, very tanned, but most of them have light hair bleached by the sun. The girls are wearing short tunics. They do not wear shoes at all. The climate in this universe is mild, there is no frost or snow, at least on the plain. And so that the feet do not become soft, children are taught to run barefoot a lot, preferably on a hard surface. And young feet become rough very quickly, and in this case sandals only get in the way.
  Often barefoot and adult women, as a rule young warriors. But men, having reached adulthood, usually do not go barefoot - not respectable, and they either have boots, when it is a little cooler, or sandals.
  There are many children in the ancient world. The birth rate is high, and the death rate is high. So boy warriors are a feature, not an exception.
  And Spartacus, this brave slave boy, fights with two swords at the same time. It must be said that this is quite a powerful move. And he also throws poisonous needles with his bare toes, hitting enemy soldiers - which is very effective.
  Turan's army has both ballistas and catapults, and quite powerful ones at that. And they use battering rams. Or they throw pots with incendiary mixture. Which is serious.
  In battles, archer girls are also good. They are usually dressed very lightly - narrow strips of fabric on the chest and thin panties cover the hips. Therefore, they look beautiful. And what could be better in appearance than a half-naked or completely naked girl. And this is charming, especially since most of the warrior beauties with thick, long, light hair are just super!
  Some girls also have hairpins and brooches made of multi-colored glass beads. And the more noble and rich beauties even decorate themselves with precious stones. So you can say it's very cool. And such feet as theirs don't need shoes. Only the commander of the girls' legion, Duchess Euthybida, has sandals decorated with pearls and gems. And she only wears them for parades. And the rest of the time she prefers to walk barefoot with other girls, so that her feet don't soften. And the soles don't get pampered.
  Plus, in battle, you can throw something sharp and lethal with your bare toes. Or fire from a crossbow. Also impressive.
  You insert the bolt into the breech with the foot, and wind up the spring, and then shoot. The crossbow can reach a greater distance than a bow.
  Euthybida, Duchess of Turan, is a strong warrior. Many wanted her to clash with Queen Xena. Indeed, who will take whom - it is interesting.
  In any case, the army of Turan increased with the arrival of reinforcements and allies to three hundred thousand, and captured several cities with strong fortifications. Ophir entered the war, but on the side of Turan.
  Conan's disappearance caused confusion and discord. This barbarian warrior was, needless to say, a great one. He was far from old. And his heroic body tolerated even an immoderate craving for wine. Especially since the wine was natural and not too strong. Not some kind of ink.
  True, some craftsmen could also distill moonshine. But it doesn't taste very good and Conan wasn't keen on it yet.
  He was a great personality. Especially after defeating the greatest sorcerer of all time. Xaltotun is not a toy.
  Now the city was defended by the majority of the Aquilonian army, led by Trospero. Also an outstanding commander and Conan's right hand, it must be said.
  But Turan has a clear advantage. There are siege weapons, and powerful battering rams, and ballistas capable of throwing boulders and barrels of ignited resin, oil, or very strong moonshine, burning like alcohol.
  So it didn't look too good. And Trospero understood that at the very least his city would be burned. And it would be very difficult to resist. Although it is still easier to sit behind the walls.
  In any case, it was necessary to call Xena. With her there was some chance of fighting back.
  Abaldui anticipated victory. He had more troops and they were better equipped. And after the capture of the second city of Aviolonia, Capua, the capital would fall quickly.
  First, he ordered the army to surround the city from all sides and begin digging a large ditch and a high rampart to prevent Trospero's army from breaking out.
  If necessary, he is ready to conduct a protracted siege.
  And the army took up shovels. In these conditions the besieged made a sortie.
  Trocero and General Baki with a cavalry unit rushed through the central gate. They rushed like an avalanche during a volcanic eruption towards the infantry working with shovels. But the archer girls were on the alert. They raised their devices and fired a couple of volleys. And at the same time the cavalry rushed into battle.
  Prometheus, a giant gladiator, was racing on a huge tour. And he literally rammed his opponent. Now that was a real fight.
  When the horsemen collided. And the children's legion, led by Spartacus, threw down their lances and rushed to intercept. The young warriors fired from bows on the move and threw darts.
  Abaldui - this formidable emperor of Turan noted:
  - Let's take the city without besieging it!
  But Trocero did not lose his head. He and the best Aquilonian warriors fought like lions. There was a lot of blood. Horses and people fell. Spartacus made a mill with his swords, jumping up like a rabbit and three heads flew off at once.
  The young warrior sang:
  He looks like a boy still,
  The mustache hasn't even broken through yet, but it's already titanium...
  In battle I am an adult, even too much,
  It swept through like a deadly hurricane!
  His partner Dubok is also a very strong boy, a former slave roared in his childish voice, chopping off heads:
  Our emperor is a cool man.
  And we, boy, are warriors from God-
  So let's hit him in the face with our bare feet
  And the road to paradise will be open to us!
  Turan's heir, the boy Chris, also fought. He was a handsome, muscular, fair-haired teenager. Also barefoot, wearing only swimming trunks, and fast. A very nice boy.
  And from the Aquilonian side, Conan's son Crom, who also has a children's legion under his command. He is also a very handsome boy, so similar to his chalky blonde mother. This is an outstanding confrontation of child fighters. There are also girls fighting here. The older ones are in something like biniki, and the younger ones in short tunics.
  Here the elephants from the army of Turan went into battle. And this is a serious threat. However, such power is capable of trampling its own.
  The red-haired female vizier gave the order to make way. And taking advantage of the moment when the enemy had broken the distance, Trocero gave the order to retreat. And the mounted army rushed to the gates. They were open. At the edges stood barefoot, half-naked archers. And these beautiful girls opened fire.
  The boys from the children's legion were in swimming trunks and fought off the arrows by cutting them down on the fly. And having suffered losses, they began to maneuver and retreat.
  Pots of incendiary mixture were launched from catapults at Trospero's detachment. They crashed into the clusters, and the scorched warriors screamed and the scorched horses neighed. That was painful. And they rushed through the gates. In response, something flaming was launched from the city. Screams were heard.
  The young warriors shook their fists or tried to send arrows in a high arc.
  But they were answered. Turan's troops retreated to a safe distance. Now that's a showdown in combat.
  And again they began to dig a ditch and build a rampart. Both boys and girls worked. Even Turan's heir Kriss took part and energetically swung a shovel.
  Young legions and you can see how the bronzed and muscular bodies of the boys shine. They could be mistaken for Arabs because of their dark skin, but almost all of them are fair-haired.
  The children were talking to each other while they were working. Spartacus was also digging with great enthusiasm. And Kriss ran up to him. The heir to the throne was wearing only swimming trunks, but a diamond wreath on his head. He started digging nearby and noticed:
  - You chop skillfully! Didn't they teach you?
  Spartacus smiled and replied:
  - Perhaps they did teach. Even if it was underground!
  Chris chuckled and asked:
  - Whose slave is it to be?
  The boy fighter replied with a smile:
  - Bad! Although on the other hand, working in the quarries is good training! If a boy spends two-thirds of the day hauling heavy stones and the rest of the time sleeping, his muscles become stronger than ever!
  The heir of Turan whistled and noted:
  - Yes, this is really the hardest and most effective training. I have never had anything like this and could never have!
  Spartacus grinned and remarked:
  - If you get captured then... Although you will most likely either be ransomed or killed!
  Chris grinned... and suggested:
  - Tired of digging! Let's fence with wooden swords instead!
  The slave boy shrugged and replied:
  - There will be a fight! It will be interesting!
  The young warriors nodded and two girls brought wooden swords. And the boys took them in their hands. Kriss took off his diamond wreath and handed it to a girl in a gray, short tunic. And the young warriors began to swing their swords. And they began to clash with their weapons, harmless, but capable of maiming and bruising.
  The boys fought. Kriss was taller and bigger than Spartacus, but the slave boy was quicker. And the children fought very skillfully.
  The young warriors stopped digging and began to watch the battle. Then the heir shouted:
  - Get to work!
  And at that moment Spartacus knocked the sword out of his right hand. Kriss in response tried to kick the slave boy in the groin with his bare foot, but the young vis-à-vis jumped back. And he spun his foot and hit the heir in the chin.
  He just fell down. He actually passed out and spread his arms and legs. Two girls jumped up to him. One started massaging his neck, and the other one was barefoot, already quite calloused, since the young prince was hardening the soles of his heels.
  The boy warrior, so handsome and muscular, came to his senses quickly. He rubbed his chin, a bruise spread across it, and hissed:
  - Damn it, you almost knocked my teeth out!
  Spartacus answered with a smile:
  -The main thing is - your head is intact! And even sorcerers can grow teeth!
  Chris muttered:
  - You know how to fight and you're very fast! Or maybe we'll shoot some bows!
  The slave boy nodded:
  - That's a good idea!
  And the girls brought bows to the young warriors.
  At that time, the army of Queen Jasmine, under the command of Gron and his very strong son by nature, who at the age of nine killed adult warriors and wolves, was approaching the fortress.
  This half-naked boy was really rushing into battle. So the alarm sounded: and Turan's army had to regroup.
  In order not to lift the siege, Abaldyu had to divide his troops.
  The red-haired vizier was a woman of great strength and armor, commanding the army that marched out to meet Jasmine and Gron's army. Spartacus and Kriss ran to fight with her. The children's legions, slapping their bare feet, turned around in the march.
  Gron Jr. also commanded a sizable detachment consisting of boys and a small number of strong girls.
  Both armies were moving closer. And although Turan had two and a half times more troops, including war elephants, the huge warrior Gron counted on the valor of his troops. And Queen Jasmine was not used to giving in.
  The field across which both armies marched was covered with yellowish-green grass. It was relatively flat and graceful archer girls and heavier infantry of men bristling with spears slapped along it with their bare feet. There was also cavalry on camels - heavy and lighter on horses. Some children rode ponies. These are small but nimble horses. And from them boys and girls fired from small bows or threw darts.
  Both armies halted, and Gron fired a large crossbow in challenge, proposing a duel between the two strongest fighters before the battle.
  The red-haired female vizier declined:
  - There are more of us and we are stronger! Let's not take risks!
  And she gave the order to attack. Turan's troops lined up in a crescent and hung especially strongly on the flanks.
  A fierce battle broke out. First, clouds of arrows and crossbow bolts flew from both sides. And they fell like a rain of steel and wood, first of all on the armored infantry troops that had come forward, and the heavily armored cavalry.
  The archer girls also loaded long-range crossbows and fired bolts from them. It looked deadly.
  Both armies quickly moved closer. The giant Gron attacked on a three-humped camel. With him sat a thin, graceful girl who fired poisoned arrows from a bow. And then a sword the size of an adult's height slashed at the horse ranks. And there was a roar and a cry.
  Prospero, also a giant, approximately close in height and build to Gron, went to approach him. The chopping was bloody and scarlet, crimson and brown liquid flowed quite abundantly.
  First the cavalry met, and then the infantry. Boys in swimming trunks fought wall to wall. The children were very active, tanned, muscular, and they also threw poisonous needles with their bare toes. The losses in the ranks immediately thinned out.
  Spartacus fought with fury. Although he did not really like killing boys - his peers. But the former young slave demonstrated miracles of courage and passion. The boy kicked another boy in the chin with his bare, round heel and he fell, hitting his back on his peer's sword and blood spurted. Now this is how the battle began.
  And one more swing and the head flew off. Let's say it was also a deadly effect. And the boy's head with short blond hair rolled.
  It's an unpleasant sight. It's a shame when children die, but this is war. And blood literally flows in streams.
  Turan had a noticeable three-fold advantage in cavalry and the flanks began to sag.
  Queen Jasmine of Vendii was also on horseback. To make it more comfortable she was wearing only thin chainmail made of a special bright orange metal - light and strong at the same time. And her little feet, the girls, were barefoot. And she very deftly turned the crossbow drum with them, sending bolts a long distance.
  Here her husband Gron clashed with Prometheus. Both giants fought and sparks flew from swords. Jasmine shot, piercing the warrior who wanted to poke Gron in the side with a spear. And he fell with a crossbow bolt sticking out of him.
  Jasmine hissed:
  The cunning spider sharpened his sting,
  And drinks the sweetest blood from the girl...
  Nothing is enough for the enemy,
  The one who loves Vendia will kill him!
  And she shot again. She hit Prometheus, so both warriors - the strongest Vendii and Turan were finding out who is the best. They are both giants, against which even Conan seems small. And fast at the same time with good reaction.
  And they do not yield to each other. From the blows whole sheaves of sparks fall. The damask steel rings.
  And so far the fight is on equal terms.
  Children also fight. Kriss and Gron came together. The latter was younger, though. Spartacus wanted to fight him himself, but the heir shouted:
  - This is our royal business!
  And the fight was between two boys. Gron, at nine years old, was a very large and strong boy, and Kriss had a hard time. But he, too, was well trained to fight. So here too it was an equal fight. And Spartacus had to be content with the weaker fighters.
  By the way, Jasmine paid attention to him. This young fighter is really very strong. And how skillfully the soldier of the children's legion cuts. Look at her son attacking.
  And the Queen of Vendii aimed a crossbow at him and fired. But Spartacus had perfect reflexes and he shot down the crossbow bolt with his sword and said:
  - We will not give in to the enemies!
  And he cut off another head. He didn't like killing children, even if they were good warriors, and he ran and hacked into the ranks of adult Vendian soldiers and an impressive battle began. And how his bloody blades flashed and how heads fell, and scarlet and burgundy splashed.
  Spartacus jumped and kicked the large legionnaire in the jaw with his bare, childish heel and hissed:
  Well, okay, I fell asleep in sawdust yesterday,
  Okay, so they kicked me in the jaw...
  Okay, they dragged him away on a stretcher,
  Just know it will be worse, I'm a cool guy!
  And he held the swords of the mill and the heads of the adult fighters fall and roll.
  Kriss and Gron continue to hack and slash. They are desperate guys. They fight with wild fury and frenzy. These are top-class fighters. Even though they are young. There are cuts and scratches on the boys' bodies. Blood mixed with sweat drips. And it runs down with a scarlet haze.
  These children are real fighters, merciless and uncompromising!
  Boys and girls splash barefoot through puddles of blood, raising a cloud of splashes. And laugh while waving their swords.
  Spartacus noted while cutting through his opponents:
  - I am a warrior of light, a warrior of warmth and wind!
  And the children's legions rush even more furiously towards the enemy.
  The Vendian army has already found itself in an operational encirclement. And it is being squeezed from the flanks, in a word, with pincers. What a squeeze. The war elephants are especially dangerous.
  With their tusks and trunks they knock down infantry, archers and cavalry.
  And they trample as if into a bloody mess. And a meat salad appears. And a bunch of chops.
  If Conan had been here, he would have thought of something. But Jasmine was ready to die heroically. Even though her troops were melting away.
  However, Turan also suffered heavy losses. The battle was extremely fierce. The Turanians even used flamethrowers. And this is a really serious weapon. It just shoots like hell. And it hurts and is dangerous with baked blood. This is destruction.
  Spartacus the boy swings swords. He is a very nimble child warrior. And he shows his agility and speed, and strength too. This is truly an awakening of rage.
  The child, as they say, is a living volcano. And he spews out streams of annihilation. And literally burns the enemy, with the steel blades of both swords.
  And with the toes of his bare feet he throws fragments of spears, swords and daggers at the enemy. This is truly the awakening of the boy's power. And the chopping is active.
  And the girl Margarita is also a very strong fighter. She is a former slave from the quarries. And very fast and strong, and she also chops so that pieces of bloody, scarlet, juicy meat fly in all directions. And it is amazing.
  The boy and the girl here are a big problem for Vendiya.
  And the ring finally closed, Jasmine found herself surrounded.
  And one of the crossbow bolts struck the giant Gron in the shoulder. And he staggered and fell on one knee. Prometheus hit him on the head with his club and stunned him. Let him be a prisoner for the amusement of the crowd.
  After which the army of Vendiya finally became embarrassed. Some warriors began to throw down their weapons and surrender. And the barefoot archers-girls drew their swords.
  The red-haired female vizier noted:
  - We need slaves! Surrender - I guarantee everyone's life!
  Jasmine shuddered. She remembered the vision of Ishma's master. How she was a slave. And she was sold at auction naked, and men roughly groped her and climbed into her intimate places, and pulled her hair. Or put their dirty hands in her mouth.
  Jasmine yelled:
  - No! He won't give up - we'll break through!
  And the army of Vendiya turned back and began to break through. Gron Jr., having received several wounds, turned around, but Kriss struck him with the flat of his sword on the back of the head. The boy fell and splashed into a pool of blood.
  The rest of the children's legion tried to break through. The Vendian soldiers fought desperately.
  They did not want to lose either their lives or their freedom. The bare heels of child warriors, women, and the heels of male fighters' boots flashed. A desperate battle was underway.
  It wasn't easy to break free. Turan's war elephants were pressing, and try to get around such carcasses.
  Plus, the light catapults were working. And they were also actively firing. Some of them even launched something like grapeshot. Jasmine, waving her sword and fighting with the fury of a wounded panther, screamed at the top of her lungs, with a heartbreak:
  - It is better to die standing than to live on your knees!
  And her army was still pulling up and pressing with wild force. And Gron the younger was already tied up. One of the girls, feeling his muscles, noted:
  - Like a stone!
  Chris, who had received some pretty deep scratches, noted:
  - Yes, he is a serious and worthy opponent! I think he will be offered a worthy place in our army.
  The girl tickled the boy's rough heel. His sole was hard, like a ram's horn. It was clear that Gron ran barefoot a lot, especially on sharp stones. And that's what boys are supposed to do.
  But the battle was not won yet. A cavalry regiment appeared, led by Zena. A total of three thousand horsemen and women. And there are more women, and they are mostly in bikinis and barefoot and very young.
  The battle could flare up with renewed vigor. And Abaldui ordered reinforcements to be sent into battle.
  Especially the cavalry. But this could weaken the blockade of the fortress. Although the army of Turan is in any case larger in number, and not weak in quality.
  Chris noted:
  - Fighting women, rush!
  Spartacus chuckled and noted:
  - The men here are not weak either!
  The boys and girls increased their pressure. They acted very actively and aggressively. Fighting children, so to speak, and active fighters.
  The girl Margarita shouted:
  - No mercy, no mercy for the enemy! I'm a real hell-girl and I'm running to the attack!
  Spartacus corrected the girl:
  - No, you're more of a paradise girl! Although you're merciless in battle!
  The young warriors continued their furious attack. Xena's cavalry regiment broke through the Turanian ranks and was breaking through to Jasmine. The chances of victory were very small, but the queen could break out of the encirclement. And the battle was fierce, and even increasing.
  The battle of the warriors, tough and determined. Xena even attacked a war elephant on horseback. She struck him with a cutting blow with her swords, with both hands.
  The mastodon fell on its side.
  The warrior took and sang:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a fight with monsters, girl, don't be shy!
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Believe me, living with a smile is more fun!
  This is how Xena, the warrior princess, really fights. And she's a scary vixen. And her friend Gabrielle is with her. The girl with the blonde hair and still a virgin. She may not be as skilled a fighter as Xena, but she's brave and combative, and has excellent speed.
  Both girls are going to break through. And now Gabrielle is already next to Xena and exclaims:
  - You and I are of the same blood - you and me!
  Turan's army was still too large and other regiments entered the battle.
  The army of Vendii was breaking through. It managed to preserve its core and it retreated in an organized manner. The battle was tough and bloody.
  Zera covered the retreat. She acted very energetically. Such a combat warrior.
  Gabriel with her. Both girls had a minimum of clothes and a maximum of excitement. They fought like real warriors. And if they show something, it will be really deadly.
  Spartacus and Kriss were also on the attack. The boys mounted their ponies and rushed at Zena's elite cavalry regiment. The abuse was harsh and bloody. But it was clear that the boys were full of passion. And they were fighting with full force. Spartacus was especially dangerous. A young man fell from his blow, and then a girl was cut down.
  Although it is disgusting to kill representatives of the fair sex, war is war and in it you often have to do things you don"t like.
  Spartacus thought, what is this for? That Turan doesn't have enough land? But kings are drawn to war and conquest. And even a high technological level is not a guarantee of morality.
  The boy warrior sang:
  The lush expanses are vast,
  There is enough room for everyone under the peaceful sky...
  Why murders and discord,
  Why do we need to shed blood and make a mess?
  Spartacus was obviously a born philosopher. And the battle continues. Zena, seeing that the forces are unequal, retreats. It is important to preserve the army and hide behind the walls. What is logical? And there is nothing to reproach.
  The red-haired female vizier tries to send war elephants around to make a detour and undercut the enemy.
  Xena tells us to pick up the pace to get away from the enemy. And to do it with more reason and scope. Her girls are also on the move and full of excitement.
  The girl queen even sang:
  I'm wasting people,
  My first move is my last move!
  And she ran a mill with her swords, chopping off heads. That was destruction.
  And then the girl threw an explosive packet of coal dust with her bare toes. It went off. After which a gap formed, and the girls picked up the pace even more.
  Spartacus also tried to keep up and sang:
  The kids are cool, you know, athletes,
  Everyone believes in victory passionately...
  And for me any sea, the sea is knee-deep,
  I can handle any mountain!
  And so the boy draws a butterfly with his swords and the heads of the enemy soldiers fall again. But the army of Vendiya seems to have managed to break away, and quickly, but at the same time maintaining organization, retreats.
  The female vizier noted:
  - We've killed half of the enemies, but half are still left!
  . CHAPTER #20.
  And Geta-Akvasar with his children's legion hastily moved to the capital of Aquilonia. Several different squads of boys and girls merged into a legion on the way. Protection from the orcs was no longer relevant. The former black lord of Ishma was experiencing an upsurge and an explosion of enthusiasm. Before entering the battle, a pair of shamans had to appear with the heart of God. And this gave a chance to gain power.
  Geta-Aquasar had a plan to resurrect Xaltotun - and not just bring him back to life with the help of the heart of God, but also subjugate him. Such a double spell. And then Geta will have phenomenal power.
  By the way, being in the body of a boy, the dark lord even began to think a little like a child. It would be nice to play with the heads of Conan and Zenobia. And deal with the shamans.
  By the way, the heart of God should be taken from them by cunning, and not just like that. And they can also hit him with lightning. Although few are able to control this artifact. There are many secrets in it. But it can resurrect, including those who have long been dead. And not only that. More than one magician knows how to resurrect and this ancient spell. But to subjugate the resurrected and make him obey your will - this is a cool ability!
  And so the children's legion moves at a run or on a pony. Geta himself runs, training his legs. He feels like a beast.
  Along the way you can sing:
  The rocky path,
  the bare feet of the boys...
  I'm tired of milking the cow,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  I'll harness the horse to the collar,
  And fortune awaits me!
  Yes, it's fun to move around like this. Here is the capital of Aquilonia, Tarantia, a fairly large and well-fortified city. And a legion of boys and girls runs up to it, slapping their bare feet.
  There they were, already close by. At the entrance, Geta was asked for a pass, and then the children's army entered inside.
  The city is prepared for defense. There are many warriors behind the walls, both men and women and children. A combat structure, so to speak.
  Geta and Lomik marched first, and the sorceress girl was with them.
  Then other boys and girls followed in formation. They pulled their toes up and placed their bare, childish feet precisely.
  Geta-Aquasar sang:
  Heroism has no age,
  In the young heart there is love for the country...
  We will be the rulers of space,
  We will gain power over all the earth!
  The Children's Legion was quite numerous and well trained.
  And armed with bows, swords and spears. Even on the pony they carried several crossbows with a winding mechanism capable of releasing hundreds of bolts with poison like a machine gun.
  The children marched. The streets were swept by slave boys, tanned and muscular. And they looked with envy at the legion soldiers. Although they were also barefoot and in swimming trunks. But they were agile and proud. Now that was an army.
  The children are very tanned, like in southern India, but almost all of them are fair-haired, and that's beautiful. They march and stamp their steps, keeping to the lines.
  Geta and Lomik are commanders, but also on foot. Geta has a diamond wreath in his hair, which distinguishes him from other children, and muscles like steel wires.
  So they approached the royal palace. There they were met by Zenobia and her partner Olistan - also a brave warrior and the head of Conan's guard.
  Zenobia nodded to Gete-Aquasar, saying:
  - I feel that you are wise beyond your years, and I trust you!
  The boy wizard nodded:
  - Yes, I am already a mature husband, although maybe my experience is not enough!
  Zenobia noted:
  
  - Two sorcerers, the Magi, must return my husband Conan. But they need two boys - of extraordinary strength. Then my husband may be able to be pulled out of the time loop.
  Geta nodded:
  - Lomik and I are ready to take part in the ritual!
  Zenobia waved her hand and replied:
  - Then hurry up!
  And she couldn't resist and hugged the very handsome boy Geta, kissing him on the cheek. He involuntarily blushed and replied:
  - I'm happy to try!
  And he whistled for Lomik. And Zenobia sent for the Magi. The two boys sat down at the table for now. Several half-naked, tanned, and beautiful slave girls brought them food and diluted sweet wine.
  The young warriors ate eagerly from the road. And they smiled and joked.
  Lomik noted:
  - Well, that's it... There are exquisite dishes here, for example, even an elephant's trunk in ketchup and beautiful girls!
  Geta nodded with a smile and noted:
  - Girls and food are good, but the main thing is power!
  The former slave boy nodded:
  - I like to command! There's sweetness in it!
  The boy wizard said confidently:
  - Listen to me and you will have great power! And not only in Aquilonia!
  Lomik nodded, snacking on a chocolate cake with wine diluted with juice:
  - I believe you! I feel a special power!
  The boys ate and danced a little with the beautiful dancing girls. Their movements were smooth and graceful.
  Here finally appeared two sorcerers - a man and a woman. They were thickly hung with amulets and talismans of all kinds. And very hairy, of an unpleasant appearance, with black robes. Typical sorcerers. The woman held a chest with something valuable in her hands.
  Geta and Lomik bowed to them and said:
  - We are ready!
  The male sorcerer gurgled:
  - Follow us!
  And this pair stamped their heavy, forged boots, and behind them the barefoot, nimble boys stepped silently. Geta thought that they had managed to defeat Xaltotum. True, having the heart of God, with the appropriate knowledge, it is possible, the entire planet to burn or, on the contrary, resurrect the dead and build Eden. And this is truly an outstanding ability.
  Geta also thought - run the mill with the sword and both shaggy heads will be chopped off. And then he will have such power in his hands - similar to the highest Gods!
  But I decided to make it more subtle. Indeed, why be rude when there can be flexibility.
  The children and the Magi went down to the basement. They walked up the steps for quite a long time. Sometimes rats would run between the boys' bare feet. Geta hit one of them with his shin and it flattened, and the others rushed to eat its remains.
  But here is the team on site. There was a large, rather high hall with a marble floor. And on it was laid out a pentagram. And in the very center was a special flower. Apparently, part of the ritual was carried out in it.
  The male sorcerer croaked:
  - Here we are!
  The woman snapped her fingers and the box opened. And inside it sparkled a stone very similar to a large, faceted ruby. And it was pulsating. And she reached out to it and took it with her fingers, and began to carefully place it in the center of the water lily.
  The male sorcerer gurgled:
  - Now come up together and place your palms on the stone.
  Geta-Akvazar grinned, and Lomik followed him. The children carefully placed a palm on the stone, which was the size of a chicken egg.
  The woman corrected:
  - Geta is on the right, and Lomik is on the left! Be careful!
  The boys did so. The Dark Lord felt a surge of special magical power from the stone.
  The man noted:
  - They will give us the setting and we will pull Conan out of the time loop.
  The woman gurgled:
  - Let's read the spells!
  And both the sorcerers began to speak incomprehensible gibberish. At that moment, Geta turned the palm of his left hand towards them and also uttered a powerful spell.
  Some force picked up both sorcerers, it was like a small tornado. And both sorcerers at once decreased in size to the size of a mouse, and flew into the box in which the heart of God was kept. And once the box slammed shut.
  Lomik muttered:
  - Wow!
  Geta-Akvasar grabbed the Divine Power Stone more tightly, took it out of the water lily and exclaimed:
  - Now in my hands is phenomenal, cosmic power.
  And he raised the heart of God above his head. And it shone like a bright star!
  Lomik exclaimed:
  - Hello, my lord!
  Geta-Aquasar answered in a confident tone:
  - I am not your master, but like an older brother! You will be my supreme vizier in the new empire of Aquasaria!
  Lomik replied with a sigh:
  - But the greatest, will I be able to cope with such a burden!
  The boy wizard replied:
  - Of course you can! You have enough brains and
  abilities! I understand people, having lived for more than one century!
  The boy warrior exclaimed:
  - Wow! I felt it!
  After which the young fighters bumped fists. And headed for the exit. Geta noted:
  - Let's tell Zenobia that the Magi disappeared after the spell, and thank the Gods that at least we remained. And then we won't hesitate and will gallop in the direction of the Great Cemetery.
  Lomik asked:
  - You probably want to resurrect someone, my older brother?
  Geta-Aquasar smiled and replied:
  - You're a smart one! As you can see, I wasn't mistaken about you. Can you tell me who else?
  The slave boy said, not too confidently:
  - Perhaps Xaltotun - the greatest wizard of all times and peoples!
  The boy wizard laughed and replied:
  - That's right! That would be a strong move!
  Lomik said with alarm:
  - And what if he finds us unnecessary and even harmful and destroys us?
  Geta-Aquasar chuckled and replied:
  - Don't worry! I will cast not only a resurrection spell, but also a subjugation spell. And then Xaltotun will be as obedient as a genie in a lamp!
  The slave boy exclaimed:
  - Brilliant!
  Zenobia, accompanied by several strong warriors, Olistan, and four of the best barefoot archers, met Geta and Lomik. The boys, feigning fear, reported that the Magi had also disappeared, and that they now had no idea how to bring Conan back from the unknown worlds.
  Zenobia replied with a sigh:
  - Yes, I guessed that it would be a huge adventure. They are not such high-class sorcerers to control the heart of God, and where is it, by the way?
  Lomik quickly responded:
  - It also disappeared, oh my queen!
  In fact, Aquazar-Geta wrapped him in a special cloth so that none of the sorcerers would sense his power prematurely. But Lomik was apparently not stupid. And he had even managed to learn to read and write.
  Both boys ran up to the pony, where the sorceress girl Euthybida was waiting for them. She nodded with a smile:
  - I see now the world has a new master!
  Geta-Aquasar answered confidently:
  - It's not that simple! Magic should be used sparingly and carefully so as not to violate the laws of physics and nature.
  Lomik stated in a confident tone:
  - Our swords are your swords, O greatest one!
  Two boys and a girl mounted small but nimble horses. Geta-Akvasar trusted the sorceress girl, he felt a kindred spirit in her. They could resurrect the recently deceased, but try to bring back someone who died thousands of years ago. But if Orast managed to do this with the greatest sorcerer who died two thousand years ago, then Akvasar, a much higher level wizard, will do it. But he will not allow the mistake of Orast, whom Xaltotun killed when he doubted his plans.
  Akvasar had no plans to restore Archeron. He was preoccupied with something else - to conquer this world, and begin conquering the other planets. And it is possible to find ways of moving more perfect than magic spells. And then he will create a space empire that will expand and expand.
  After all, Aquazar has an eternity ahead of him. His spirit is immortal, and he can change his body as he wishes.
  Although he likes being a boy. Constantly cheerful and good-natured mood, cheerfulness and lightness in the body and extraordinary dexterity.
  So why grow up? Everyone will easily obey him anyway.
  The sorceress girl Euthybida asked:
  - What will you do with Zenobia?
  Geta replied with a smile:
  - She will be my servant! She will wash my feet before bed!
  The girl noticed:
  - Could she be dangerous?
  Aquazar grinned:
  - I will erase her memory and give her a new one. And she will consider her situation natural!
  Lomik asked:
  - Is it possible to move faster?
  Instead of answering, Geta muttered a spell in an unknown language. And the ponies sped up about ten times, and a strong oncoming air current blew into their faces. The copper-red hair of the girl Euthybida fluttered like a proletarian banner with which they storm the Winter Palace.
  Lomik really liked this kind of spectacle. And the jump was magnificent.
  Geta also remembered his past life, how he rushed on horseback into the attack. And the riders knocked down and the earth shook, the armor burst, and blood splashed. All this was impressive.
  But now they accelerated even more... Houses, trees, and hills flashed by occasionally along the road.
  Lomik sang:
  Our speed is very high,
  We are great, dashing fighters...
  The boys drank milk,
  And now in his elemental fighter!
  There ahead appeared the towers of the cemetery where Xaltotun was buried.
  It was guarded, but of course that wasn't a problem for Geta. At the very entrance, the head of the children's legion showed a paper signed by the queen herself and he, Lomik and Euthybida were allowed inside.
  Three children walked silently with bare feet along the cemetery path.
  A couple of ghosts tried to block the young warriors' path, but Geta simply shook his fingers and they jumped back, hiding under the gravestones.
  And so they came to the mummy of Xaltotun. It was a special crypt. The Magi did not dare to burn the mummy. In that case, the spirit of the great sorcerer would become a ghost and bring a lot of trouble.
  Here, near the mummy, he paid his respects and laid the heart of God Geta-Akvazar.
  Lomik and Evtibida knelt down and folded their hands in prayer.
  And the black lord of Ishma began to read a special spell that both resurrected and subjugated, and which almost no one on this planet knew, otherwise they would have used it.
  In the crypt, the darkness was dispelled by the light from the heart of God, which became brighter and sparkled. And Geta drew fiery signs with his childish hand. And they changed and shimmered.
  And then, on the last word, lightning flashed. And a man appeared - with well-defined muscles, very handsome, young, tanned, and naked to the waist. Seeing Geta, he fell to his knees and said:
  - I hear and obey!
  Xaltotun resembled Zeus in appearance, eternally young and powerful. At the same time, he knelt like a submissive slave.
  Geta-Aquasar replied with a smile:
  - I am your master! From today I proclaim a new empire of Aquasaria, with me at the helm. We will begin our conquests from Aquilonia.
  Xaltotun nodded:
  - Your will, sir!
  The children, kneeling, cried out:
  - Long live our new emperor!
  Geta-Aquasar nodded:
  - Wonderful! Now take the form of Conan the Barbarian, King of Aquilonia.
  Xaltotun nodded his head in agreement:
  - I hear and obey, your majesty!
  And turning around he took the form of Conan, just as powerful, who at almost fifty years old is in excellent shape and in good health. And at the same time quite handsome.
  He bowed to Goethe, who ordered:
  - Kiss the marks of my feet!
  Conan-Xaltotun fell down and kissed the bare footprints left by the boy wizard.
  Lomik noted with admiration:
  - This is top class!
  The sorceress girl noted:
  - The King of Aquilonia is our slave!
  Geta corrected in a decisive tone:
  - No! He is not ours, but my slave! And remember, my brothers and sisters, I am the emperor!
  After which he made a gesture and Conan-Xaltotun rose and moved after the triumvirate of child monsters.
  Geta-Akvazar was pleased - everything went according to plan. And ghosts were no obstacle to him. At the entrance, the guards greeted their king, recognizing the ruler of Aquilonia. After which they brought him a beautiful, powerful, white horse. Conan-Xaltotun easily jumped on it. And the four of them raced off in the direction of the capital.
  Lomik noted with a sweet look:
  - That's great! You did it so cleverly!
  Euthybida asked:
  - Wouldn't it be easier to summon legions of demons and conquer this world?
  Geta-Aquasar objected:
  - The demons will ruin the world, which I want to improve, not worsen. And in the meantime, our plan, Conan will return and gather an army to fight back the empire of Turan!
  Lomik nodded his head vigorously:
  - This is a good idea! We must protect our homeland!
  Geta replied with a grin:
  - Aquilonia is not my homeland. But we will start governing from it. First it, and then the whole world!
  Evtibita noted with a sweet look:
  - Grandiose plans!
  Lomik wanted to interject something, when suddenly a cavalry unit jumped out to meet the children. It was a reconnaissance group of Turan's army sent deep into Aquilonia. And they obviously wanted to kill the witnesses.
  Geta-Aquasar said:
  - You are the greatest warrior of all times and peoples - kill them!
  Conan-Xaltotun rushed into battle. He was large, muscular and swift, fast at the same time. In his hands flashed two swords, as long as a man's height. And without further hesitation he took and, having carried out a mill, cut down four fighters.
  The child warriors also stood still and rushed at the enemy. Geta-Akvazar tied the heart of God to a chain and now wore it on his chest, like an amulet. The boy wizard felt an indomitable force within him. And he hacked away with wild frenzy.
  Conan-Xaltotun also showed miracles of bravery and martial art. The way he chopped the enemies, you just can't resist. And so four fighters in a couple of minutes laid down and cut to pieces a hundred horsemen of Turan. And they won the greatest victory. More precisely, a small but glorious victory.
  Lomik sang:
  The warrior boys are like a pack,
  We continue our glorious lineage...
  The weak perish, they are killed,
  This is how oxygen is obtained in battles!
  Evtibida noted, baring her teeth:
  - That's definitely true! The new king fights even better than the old one!
  Geta-Akvazar noted:
  - Xaltotun is the heir and leader of an entire nation of wizards. Conan is nothing compared to him. Yes, I couldn't cope with him at that time for a special reason that I will keep silent about for now.
  The four washed their bloody swords in a stream and moved on to the capital of Aquilonia.
  The towers of Tarantia are already visible from afar. This is truly the center of all the forces of good. Although Conan is a relative good.
  Euthybida plucked a pine cone from a branch with her bare toes, threw it, knocking down a gadfly, and sang:
  Your fate hangs in the balance,
  The enemy is aggressive...
  But thank God there are friends,
  But thank God there are friends,
  Their fist of great love -
  Know the strong!
  The guards at the entrance recognized Conan and were not surprised. Indeed, such a great king cannot disappear when enemies and the greatest army of Turan invaded your space.
  Conan-Xaltotun rode on, with him two boys and a girl. And the warriors on the way rejoiced. And the news instantly spread throughout the capital that the king had returned.
  Olistan came out to meet his master. Conan looked even more muscular, more defined and younger. His movements were swift and his speech was fast.
  He immediately gave orders:
  - Call all men under the spear! And strong women and children!
  Olistan said with embarrassment:
  - We don't have enough weapons!
  Conan-Xaltotun declared decisively:
  - There will be weapons! And the force will be with us!
  Geta-Aquasar nodded:
  - We will prepare a potion that will increase the strength of our warriors tenfold! Turan will be defeated in an instant!
  Euthybida this girl nodded and confirmed:
  - Let it be so! We will create a miracle!
  Lomik stated:
  - Our children are the strongest!
  Zenobia also saw Conan. The fact that he had become younger and fresher did not surprise her much. He seemed to be the same, decisive, tough, giving orders, and cutting through insects with a swing of his sword. He very deftly chopped down a fat bumblebee with a sharp sting. He even moved faster than before.
  Zenobia asked Geta-Aquasar:
  - Where are the Magi?
  The boy wizard answered in a confident tone:
  - They weren't found! To hell with them! The main thing is that the king is with us!
  The girl noticed:
  - And you hung the heart of God around your neck? Isn't it too small?
  Here Lomik interjected:
  - Heroism has no age! And he's a great leader! I think it's better to entrust the stone to him!
  Zenobia muttered:
  - That's up to my husband to decide!
  Conan-Xaltotun replied:
  - My trust in Goethe is boundless!
  The Queen remarked:
  - We haven't known this boy for long enough to trust him so much!
  The King of Aquilonia replied:
  - He is my savior and that says it all!
  And he ordered the trumpet to sound. The army was gathering. The Children's Legion lined up on the parade ground. The boys and girls stood in strict ranks. And they were still smiling.
  Geta-Akvazar presented awards to particularly distinguished fighters. In particular, he presented them with medals and ribbons.
  Then they marched and sang a couple of battle marches. A dozen of Turan's spies were also caught in the city. Half of them were hanged - lucky, you could say - but the other half did not get off so cheap - they were impaled.
  And such a death is extremely painful. Then they carried out some other measures. One of Turan's spies was a boy, and they did not execute him, but simply flogged him naked in public.
  The executioner was a woman with black hair. First she used a whip, ripping the skin of a boy of about twelve, so that it burst and blood flowed. And then she used sticks on his heels. The young spy lost consciousness.
  Cold water was poured on him and he came to his senses. During the spanking the boy behaved bravely and did not cry out once.
  Geta-Akvazar noted:
  - We need people like this and I'm taking him into my team!
  The crowd expressed approval of this. In general, the city was in full swing. The forges were working, coal was being brought in, and weapons were being forged. This was the preparation for war.
  Xena and Jasmine retreated to the fortress, and Trospero was blocked. So now it was time to free him. And gather forces. In principle, it was possible to simply call for a rain of fire and burn the entire army of Turan, but that would be too easy.
  Lomik noted:
  - Fighting with a real army is more interesting than with orcs!
  Euthybida agreed:
  Leo is a cripple in thinking,
  The tiger is the source of all sorts of troubles...
  More interesting than a person,
  There is nothing in the world!
  Geta-Aquasar suddenly objected:
  - Man, of course, sounds proud and I am a man, albeit one who has achieved amazing power. - The boy stamped his bare foot and said. - I want a little dragon for myself.
  And he snapped the fingers of his lower limb, placing his palm on the heart of God.
  And indeed, a small animal appeared, the size of a medium-sized cat, so funny and cute, but standing on its hind legs. Geta-Akvazar uttered a complex spell in a rapid voice and a squeak was heard:
  - I am listening to you, my lord!
  The boy wizard grinned and stroked the dragon's head, noting:
  - You are still small, but when you grow up you will have three heads and you will become a full-fledged dragon!
  The animal's wings were still small, but its head seemed big, like that of a child.
  Lomik said with surprise:
  - This is what baby dragons look like! And I thought dragons were fairy-tale creatures!
  Eudybida noted, pressing a pebble into the grass with her bare, childish heel:
  - Nowadays dragons are extremely rare, but in the times of Ancient Archeron they served the people of wizards and sorcerers flew on them. So a great sorcerer can recreate them!
  Geta remarked with a smile:
  - Only the mightiest dragons could speak human language. So this little one has a great future ahead of him! In the meantime, let's get the flamethrowers ready. - The boy wizard clicked his bare toes and a large, transparent jug appeared in his right hand, with an emerald liquid bubbling in it. And Geta added. - If you add a few drops to the oil, the fire power will increase twentyfold and these flamethrowers will burn out any army.
  Evtibida noted with a sweet, childish smile:
  - Flamethrowers hit extremely deadly and very beautifully. When their jets fly out, it looks amazing and great!
  Lomik exclaimed:
  - Yes, this is... A good invention, especially if you make flamethrower chariots!
  Geta-Aquasar confirmed:
  - Yes, we will have special horses. They are capable of carrying a structure with armor, becoming something like tanks!
  Euthybida nodded:
  - I read in smart books written by travelers to other worlds that there are such mechanical constructions that travel without horses and camels, and from the trunks they spew something extremely lethal! Including fire!
  Lomik exclaimed:
  - They have magic instead of horses!
  Geta-Aquasar corrected:
  - No! They have motors instead of horses and magic. In some worlds these are internal combustion engines, in others electric, in others atomic or photonic, there are worlds very far away that use hyperplasma of different types as energy. But it is too difficult and long to explain to you!
  Euthybida stamped her bare foot and noted:
  - Hyperplasma - sounds beautiful! Is this also apparently connected with sorcery?
  The boy wizard confirmed:
  - It's technomagic that allows you to get great results. And you can achieve a lot. But we'd better do something practical.
  The little dragon squeaked:
  - More action, less talk!
  And the children set to work. Indeed, there was much to do, and not just flamethrowers. For example, crossbows that throw bolts like hailstones would be very useful.
  And of course, we need to think about powerful, explosive mixtures capable of scattering an entire regiment at once. Or about flying machines that can be used to drop bombs and spill napalm from above.
  . CHAPTER #21.
  Meanwhile, Conan, a boy in a girl's world, ate three chocolate cream puffs, a cheesecake, and a piece of ham with a pancake. And feeling the heaviness of the food, the child-hero sniffed, seeing a wonderful and fabulous dream.
  It's like he's on a pirate ship.
  Crouched, as if a leech had bitten between the shelves of the deck's convolutions, Conan the Barbarian continued to listen. The freshly cut boards of the ship smelled tartly of torch oak and tickled the smooth cheek of the eternal teenager. The boy-terminator was thinking hard. The nobles from among the sea predators continued to conduct a leisurely conversation. The one who was abundantly hung with rubies asked the emerald "priest".
  - So, war with the harpists is inevitable? -
  A church-affiliated guy confirmed:
  - And the older brother will already be on our side, it is possible that we will be able to create a broad coalition.
  The merchant with the ruby chain asked:
  - And Grandmaster Screw?
  The cunning conspirator noted:
  - He understands better than anyone that the Double Bass is the main support of the universal faith, and will help us deal with the harpists.
  The merchant grinned slyly:
  - So, we only have to persuade King Flute. And let Dragon the Thirteenth issue a bull.
  There was a brief pause. The boy bit off a tarred piece of sawdust and chewed it. The boy's belly, if you can call a forty-nine-year-old fighter a boy, even in a child's body, he had not eaten empty before going on reconnaissance and therefore wanted to chew on something.
  What else can you do? At least chop them down.
  The merchant priest, shaking his emerald chain, confidently declared:
  - And it will be, our order "Dragon's Mouth" will bite anyone.
  His interlocutor giggled poisonously:
  - Recently, pirates took a hundred-gun cruiser from the harpists. - Tapping of boot heels. - What fun.
  The minister of the Jesuit order replied:
  - Serves them right. They'll know how to set all sorts of scum on us.
  Here in his dream Conan the Barbarian remembered just in time that he had not completed the task given by the former chieftain Morgan the Dish. Although on the other hand, why should he necessarily complete it? Who is this Morgan, a bloodthirsty pirate and a scoundrel who hid treasures from the crew? Why not a rat-catcher? And to his shame he is a pioneer, almost a Komsomol member (these are memories from some other dream!) Conan participated in this. Greed and a thirst for adventure spoke in him. What was his Komsomol choice!
  - Why should the Dragon roar and spew out flames that scorch everything in sight? And Grandmaster Screw could send an assassin to the King of the Harp. - A poisonous hiss was heard. - Even if he is a God, what kind of ruler is there, but the struggle for the throne will not strengthen the empire.
  The emerald-wearing vis-a-vis replied with a chuckle:
  - The killer is carefully concealed and ready to sting. There is only one God in the universe and there must be only one great patriarch and elder brother. - The tone of the prince of the church and the king of killers became drawn out. - The fact that their king decided to become the head of the church is sacrilege and he will be severely punished.
  The interlocutor, fingering the ruby chain, asked:
  - When will Abalddin finally be killed?
  Smile answer:
  - At the most opportune moment.
  A voice full of thirst growled:
  - Then let's drink to it.
  The Jesuit called over a fidgeting boy from among the ship's servants and gave a loud command.
  - Bring us a barrel of Khishersky.
  The boy, with a flash of his bare heels, picked up the large container and with difficulty dragged it to the leaders. The pair pounced on the jug and began to gulp it down with such relish as if camels had crossed the Sahara Desert without food. When the conspirators had drunk, they drove the boy away with dirty curses, rewarding him with a generous kick in the backside and lashing his bare, tanned legs with a whip. They went into the cabin and sat down at the table. Apparently they did not have enough time for a conspiracy. Although they spoke quietly, the sharp-eared scout boy Conan caught every word.
  - Now the conversation will be more cheerful, - the Jesuit of another universe began. - The thirteenth dragon believes that such an empire as the Harp has no right to exist. It must be divided between the Double Bass and the Flute, and as for the vile heretical republic of Garmon, its turn will soon come.
  Here the merchant-conspirator with rubies remarked:
  - Oddly enough, but sometimes people who are much more religious treat the Almighty God and his servants with respect. For example, the Republicans pay us their tithe regularly!
  The Jesuit, a priest with an emerald necklace, growled:
  - But nothing more, and other payments to the elder brother"s treasury have been stopped.
  Then his partner took another sip of the sweet, spiced wine and ate some greasy meat soaked in chocolate sauce. Sticky animal juice ran down his beard, and Conan's eyesight had become very sharp thanks to special training, and he could see details even through the cloudy, crooked glass of the late Middle Ages. Then he said judiciously:
  - Nothing, I think the best option is to restore the monarchy there. - A wolfish grin and a vampire's smirk. - In this case, there will be more order and the power of the church will be strengthened.
  The Jesuit hastened to assure:
  - We already have a suitable prince. He was raised in a monastery, and is absolutely dependent on us.
  A chuckle in response:
  - That's great, what else do you want?!
  A whisper like the hiss of a snake:
  - Some to bribe, some to kill.
  The conspirator with rubies sniffed some dope from his snuffbox and hissed:
  - One murder is better than a hundred curses. We must act, not delay.
  - Let's drink again, so that only we can lead conspiracies, and the rest get entangled in them!
  The drunks sipped from an impressive glass cast from silver. The wine was expensive and very strong, although pleasant to the taste. It was fiery red and foamed, as if a baby's blood had been spilled on the surf.
  - Maybe we should sing, I'm tired of talking about politics.
  A hissing sound was heard:
  - Let's just be quiet, otherwise we'll wake up the whole ship. Our people have work to do tomorrow.
  He hit the table with his fist and the wine flew across his waistcoat, covering it with dirty stains:
  - And what about people? Worse than dogs. Should we care about them?
  And a vile giggle with a whistle:
  - But it's good to squeeze a coin out of them. Especially if they feel and know that you care about them, even if more in words than in deeds.
  At last a mournful singing was heard;
  There is nothing more reliable than a coin,
  She shines without falsehood!
  In fact, the doubloon is the ruler of the world,
  His support is a strong sword and shield!
  
  In it the pagan gods are hidden,
  Like the sun's radiant golden face...
  Although there are still parasitic bandits,
  Who have started to bargain with their souls!
  
  The coin is an idol and an archangel,
  He is the savior, the destroyer of all.
  Without gold, the hired damask steel withers away,
  Without money there will be no success in battle!
  
  But what do you want from a man of the heart,
  You want to buy immortality...
  To eagerly open the door to bliss,
  To weave the thread of centuries of life!
  
  But can a doubloon get this too?
  Is the golden circle capable of dreaming?
  So that the old man with a scythe doesn"t come with greetings,
  And he didn"t put a stamp on his forehead in the morgue!
  
  Even if you need a lot of happiness for a coin,
  So that sin may be passed on to us freely!
  But man has no power over passion,
  He needs girls like a rooster needs millet!
  
  He wants to get a lot up to his belly,
  Reap pheasants, a pound of pineapples.
  Although you can't eat your fill to death,
  Even if you are extremely cool with money!
  
  And the coffin itself costs too much,
  Because there is room for kings in it!
  After all, the angel will draw a zero on the form,
  A blow to the forehead and a stick to the brain!
  The conspirators' tongues became increasingly tangled, and after another glass the protracted bazaar finally died down.
  The last phrases were as follows:
  - Have you heard that a rebellion broke out in Jack London, led by two, or rather three beautiful women.
  The priest with the emeralds chuckled and growled:
  - When they are caught, the soldiers will have great fun, they will be torn apart and their skin will be cut into ribbons!
  The merchant with rubies chuckled and hiccupped:
  - I wouldn't mind taking part in the hunt myself.
  The Jesuit and Catholic priest, hiccupping and barely holding back his vomit, squeezed out:
  - There is a luxurious brothel on the coast here, tomorrow we will take some bitches on board with us.
  - It's not stupid, why not now? I have a desire. Call me some prostitutes. Where are the night, glossy fairies? - The alcoholic nobleman, dropping the chain, began to groan loudly and fell off his feet.
  - May the Almighty send you a good dream. - said the noble priest, sniffing from the sobering bottle. He stood for a while, coming to his senses, then crossed himself with a trembling hand, and then with a shuffling gait went to his cabin.
  The conversation overheard by the scout Conan concealed a lot of secret information, probably very valuable to someone, but it was of little use to the youngest spy. In the end, whether the Harp king was poisoned or not, it made little difference to them. And war, on the contrary, is to the benefit of the filibuster, more loot, less busy with you the enemy's warships. And as for the Elder Brother, the corsairs, as a rule, are superstitious, but at the same time not believers and, if the opportunity arises, are ready to rob the priest blind. Conan himself never prayed, and with his mother's milk he absorbed the fact that all religions are a deception, and there are no gods. Or, as they say, God, who is the Trinity. And how can there be three gods and at the same time one? It does not happen! If my mother believed in something, then she preferred not to spread it in front of the children, and Alice believed that there was some kind of power in heaven, even if it was not biblical. The rebellion was certainly interesting, but Conan was far from thinking that it was arranged by his usually calm and good-natured sister. This thought seemed too wild and unbelievable - although a lot could change in eight years. Especially in a war! A pirate, and Conan the Barbarian is undoubtedly a pirate, however, it doesn't matter.
  - The rich have become greedy to the limit! - Stamping a bare foot on an oak tree. - The poor are starving, that's why riots break out. It's none of my business, really. - Whispered the young terminator. - I need to think about what to do with this splinter.
  His gaze fell on the unfinished keg. A black-haired boy who looked very much like him ran up to her and said.
  - The uncles made a real mess. No one is watching, I'll try their "wine". - The boy leaned over and took a sip of the sweet swill. Then, sucking on it, he took another sip, the boy's head started buzzing and he staggered off to the galley.
  - What if we break into the powder magazine and blow up the barrels there? In that case, this giant will burn and sink. - Conan realized. - That's what I'll do.
  Taking a torch and, just in case, smearing his face and hair with tar, the boy went into the depths of the ship, putting his cool elite sword in a crack, fearing that its shine would give him away. The decision was controversial, but there was no choice. It was stuffy inside the vessel and didn"t smell very good. Of course, the sailors weren"t known for their cleanliness, and they relieved themselves wherever they wanted. However, Conan turned out to be a scout boy and not one of the picky ones. He was called out to as he walked.
  - Mane, give us some rum, - muttered the drunken sailor.
  Conan stooped and jumped to the barrel, fumbled awkwardly for the tap, and poured into the jug. The tap was rusty and turned extremely stiffly. It was as if an anchor had caught in seaweed.
  - You've been messing around too long, you nasty boy. - Scout Conan received a hefty slap on the back of the head. - Well, get going, you little devil, before they give you one.
  The false cabin boy ran at full speed. It was good that he was mistaken for someone else. They always try to arrange the powder magazines in such a way that the probability of an accidental hit by a cannonball is minimal. That is, at the bottom and in the middle of the ship, right under the grand mast, and in this battleship they put a sheet of bronze on top for strength and reliability. That's where he should climb. The barefoot boy Conan began to descend, the steps were slippery, the smell was getting stronger. Along the way he came across a couple of people, they called out to him, forcing him to carry out this or that minor task. The teenager carried out the tasks willingly and quickly, in the darkness it was impossible to distinguish him from the local boy, especially since the real Mane was most likely asleep. This is how espionage sometimes benefits potential victims. The world, as always, is full of paradoxes. But then again, it is the world of living people. The boy warrior Conan was so excited that he began to sweat heavily and glisten in the torchlight.
  - I need to control my nerves, otherwise I'm not a pirate. - He said to himself.
  Here, at last, a heavy oak door with a huge lock was visible. Here Conan stopped, not knowing what to do next. At that moment he was called again.
  A very fat man with a long knife called him over. And in an extremely nasty, hoarse voice he cackled:
  - You're hanging around the hold, you slacker. Go clean my boots.
  Conan ran up to him, the flames illuminating his grimy face, and then, as luck would have it, the fat man cast a more attentive glance at him.
  - You're not Mane! - And a hysterical, but quiet due to a hangover, cry. - Ah-ah, nasty spy, tell me who you are!
  Instead of answering, Conan struck his opponent in the throat with his palm. The latter swung his knife in response, and the young man barely dodged the blow that passed across his ribs. A slight burn, and an unpleasant itch from the scratch.
  "What a beast." Warrior Conan grabbed the hand, twisted the knife, then drove it into the stomach up to the hilt. The fat man screamed, and tenacious fingers grabbed his throat, stifling the cry.
  The lad strangled the enemy with all his fury, feeling with satisfaction how the enemy's resistance was falling and how he was sagging. When the fat man finally became a corpse, the formidable Conan threw him away. Now he too clearly understood that he had to hurry, otherwise they would raise the alarm upon discovering the disappearance of an important sailor, or rather even a naval officer. However, the lock did not give in, and the young man did not have the skills of a burglar, using the knife in vain. It became dull and broke.
  - What a disgrace, how can I open the lock now? Maybe I should set the door on fire? - Conan applied the torch. The hard wood burned poorly, and besides, it was forged with iron on top. The young saboteur soon realized the complete futility of such a path and began to heat the lock. The oil in it caught fire and stank strongly.
  - It stinks like burnt manure. - Enraged Conan poked the broken knife into the hole, poked it deeper, twisting it slightly. He remembered the movie about ancient times "Rusty Sword", which he also saw when in a magical dream, where a thief tried to open a barn lock in a similar way. True, this method did not work now.
  There was a noise, two guards approaching. They were drunk and howling a dissonant song. Brave Conan did not fear them, but the risk that they would raise the alarm was too great. So he darted into the darkness with a swift movement of his palm, extinguishing the torch.
  "The sweet couple" approached the door. The older of the pair, a rather massive fighter, said.
  - And why the hell did the general order us to check the security of the gunpowder warehouse? No one will come here.
  - And the castle here is so big that the devil himself would break his leg. - The second warrior muttered and then grunted. And then he squeaked in confusion:
  - Look, someone wanted to open the door.
  Hindsight is everything, Conan slapped himself on the forehead in frustration, he had to be so absent-minded. Meanwhile, the guard tried to pull out the knife. The other one wheezed, began to look around, twisting his neck in fear:
  - On the ship, the spy, it's time to raise the alarm.
  There was no more time to hesitate, Conan, spring-loaded, jumped out from behind the ambush and delivered a flying strike.
  He hit the back of the head with his shin with all his might, and you could even hear the crunch of breaking vertebrae. At that moment, the second sailor jerked, trying to pull out the knife, and, miraculously, the lock came apart by itself.
  Before the last opponent could rise, his mouth hanging open stupidly, well prepared to fight with both his hands and feet, Conan delivered an uppercut to his jaw, then added a blow to his temple. The warrior sagged, plopping down on the floor.
  The young terminator whispered joyfully:
  - Now we need to act faster!
  Picking his pockets and finding a flint, a useful thing because the lantern the drunks were carrying had gone out, Conan struck a spark and lit a torch.
  - Now we'll commit sabotage, like in one film about ancient times, a pioneer blows up fascists. - The young man tore a rag, soaked it in resin, and made a homemade fuse. Then he cut a piece from the largest barrel, tucked it in, and set it on fire.
  - Let the angels of the anti-world come to my aid! - The eyes of the former partisan underground fighter flashed predatorily. - I hope there will be enough time to escape.
  Softly stepping on tiptoes, the barefoot boy Conan closed the door, hung it up, snapped the lock back with a sharp movement, and rushed to the surface. It seemed that the deep atmosphere was pressing on his chest and clouding his head. His legs became surprisingly heavy. On the way he was called a couple of times, and Conan answered in a muffled voice:
  - The general urgently called me.
  This, of course, worked flawlessly on the simple-minded soldiers, until another voice asked.
  - And why does the general need you, kid?
  Conan responded with a prepared cliche:
  - I have an urgent task, I need to go on deck.
  "No, you'll serve us first," the sailor yelled, grabbing him by the muscular, albeit sharply protruding bone, shoulder.
  The young man, without thinking twice, hit the brute on the knee, then carried out a sweep. The brute collapsed to friendly laughter, and Conan picked up the pace.
  His run became more and more desperate and convulsive. Here, finally, is the saving deck, he rushes to the familiar crack, trying to feel for the sword. It is not there!
  But this is not a simple weapon, such a blade will cut through any metal. Conan whispered with pale lips:
  - I will not abandon you, even if I have to die.
  The young saboteur was feeling the railings at breakneck speed, when a guard bumped into him.
  A loud shout followed:
  - What are you doing here?
  - The general ordered to find the lost medallion. - The resourceful Conan was found.
  He even choked with joy:
  - How so? Let's look together.
  The warrior rushed to the deck and began to feel around, Conan felt as if time was flying, quickly measuring out the last seconds for him. The racing of thoughts was interrupted by a cry.
  - Look what I found. - Yes, sometimes it happens, anyone can get lucky, but not you. Although luck is a relative concept. The fighter took out a dimly gleaming sword.
  - Cool! Let me show you a trick. - Conan said, and with a sweet smile, he slammed his fingers into the solar plexus, using the "Tiger Claw" technique. Then his hand felt the familiar lightness of the sword. With a running start, the young man jumped overboard.
  Almost immediately, there was a powerful explosion, the ship split into two parts, and smoking logs flew in all directions. One of them hit Conan very painfully on his bare shoulders, and a firebrand slightly burned his feet, a splinter hit the boy's hardened sole. Although the young man was stunned, his speed did not slow down, he swam on autopilot. The tiger sharks again began to pursue the boy who had committed the sabotage.
  Conan swung his sword deftly, although his bruised shoulder was in excruciating pain. One of the predators swam too close and was cut down, after which her own comrades pounced on her.
  - You sharks have no sense of solidarity. Instead of supporting a fallen comrade, you finish him off. - The young warrior added ironically. - Where did your conscience go?
  The sharks whined something unintelligible in response, only one of them, with purple stripes and no horns, suddenly said something.
  - Who are you, a small fry, to dispute millions of years of evolution.
  Conan almost dropped his sword in surprise, but luckily, thanks to his phenomenal reaction, he managed to intercept the precious trophy?
  - Are you talking?
  The shark chuckled ironically:
  - And what do you think, only people are capable of this? That's your arrogance, it's not for nothing that most of you deny evolution, attributing to yourselves a divine origin. - And the main predator of the seas angrily flicked her tail on the waters.
  The boy logically objected:
  - I am not the majority, and in particular, I believe that we were once brainless monkeys. But then we managed to rise up. - The cool warrior scowled. - Thousands of years will pass, and we will reach such heights that even the boldest science fiction writers do not dream of!
  The shark, continuing to follow Conan at a certain distance, remarked skeptically:
  - You are still an overly self-confident person. You expect to achieve with the help of reason what others cherish the hope of obtaining through Divine grace.
  The boy, trying to pick up the pace, especially since the cuts he had received as a result of the explosion were itching unpleasantly, was surprised once again:
  - How do you know about this, since you never leave the sea?
  The shark informed him with knowledge of the matter:
  - Some of us have an innate ability to absorb information from the brains of those we've eaten. That's how I came across one extremely well-read bishop. You, too, although a minor, still hold a wealth of knowledge. Now you'll be mine.
  - Just try it! - Conan, catching the oncoming movement, swung his sword and slashed at the nearest shark, which rushed at him.
  The blow struck her, severing her eye, brain and horn. And again the predators, instead of attacking their offender together, swarmed around the convulsing body.
  - No, you will never taste my brain, - said the boy, barely holding back his laughter, the sharks looked very stupid. - But if you want, swim closer.
  The sea robber, afraid to attack herself, hissed aggressively:
  - They're going to finish you off now. - Apparently not very creative in cursing, she squeezed out. - You're a stupid youngster.
  The predatory fish, having finished with their partner, rushed after the young man again. They tried to attack him from all sides, but Conan, a dexterous student of secret combat, including with cold weapons, dove and ripped open the belly of one, cut off the tail of another. The sharks, as if mad, temporarily lost interest in him, gnawing at their own.
  "I see you don't control your sisters," Conan noted happily. "Why are they so primitive? And die silently, like partisans being interrogated?"
  The main shark answered honestly:
  - People like me are born rarely. And the rest are a mountain of stupid muscles, which are confirmed by the instincts: finish off the wounded - stronger than my orders.
  Conan weighed the sword and thought, why not throw it at this striped one. True, there was a risk of missing and losing the magnificent weapon. As if guessing his intentions, the intelligent shark picked up speed and began to move away from the young man.
  - And I see you're scared, - the cruel warrior Conan giggled. - Maybe you should call off your gang?
  The finned shrew hissed venomously:
  - Don't count on it, you won't have much chance of survival.
  The sharks tried to tear him apart again, they hit a couple of them, in particular, they ripped his leg with their teeth, almost bit off his fingers, and delivered a couple of painful blows with their horns to the hull, apparently breaking a couple of ribs. But a good dozen of them were killed. Short pauses while they were finishing off their comrades allowed the fighters to regroup. They were already waiting on the ship, the gunner, a former convict with curly hair and a crooked nose. Together with him, Oblomov, who looked like a black man, they fired from the smallest cannon. It was not for nothing that he, the black man, had a reputation as an unsurpassed marksman, the cannonball hit the shark right, tearing it to pieces.
  - Boom! - Conan said, baring his teeth. - It's just a pity it wasn't the striped one. Now she'll remember me, she'll take revenge. - He ran the edge of his hand across his throat, adding. - But revenge will really come back to haunt her, and not just sideways!
  The young man quickly climbed onto the deck, he was so excited that he did not feel tired. Captain Barnabas was the first to run out to meet him:
  - Well, how did the reconnaissance go, my boy?
  The young warrior responded enthusiastically:
  - Great, I can sketch out on a piece of paper where all their batteries and outposts are located. I think we have a chance of a successful attack.
  Barnabas supported him in this endeavor:
  - I suppose the same. - And the huge pirate rubbed his beard with a dagger. - Is the plan of attack still the same?
  - Yes! The only adjustment was made by me? - Conan said proudly, smiling.
  - Which one? - Barnabas asked.
  The boy answered cheerfully:
  - In the port, among other things, there was a one hundred and twenty-gun battleship, one of the most powerful ships of the Contrabass.
  - That's right, but we can't cope with such a force, we'll have to postpone the attack. - Barnabas muttered fearfully.
  The young man corrected him sarcastically:
  - I told you that I was there.
  The pirate captain muttered hopefully:
  - So he left?
  The boy-terminator winked slyly:
  - You could say he went to hell and gone to the bottom.
  Barnabas was surprised:
  - Drowned, himself?
  Conan did not consider it necessary to hide anything:
  - No, I helped him a little. He set fire to a gunpowder warehouse and how it exploded, didn't you hear?
  Barnabas also burst out laughing:
  - We thought it was thunder. - He immediately corrected himself. - However, Oblomov and others saw the fire from the upper deck. - The captain was surprised. - So you did it?
  Conan grinned and propped his fists on his hips.
  - Yes, I did! I had no other choice. Otherwise, we would all have been sunk or I would have had to abandon this adventure.
  Barnabas exclaimed with a rush of thought:
  - You are simply a hero. You must be rewarded, but we have no coastal brotherhood.
  new and crosses. Perhaps we will take your feat into account when dividing the spoils.
  Conan joyfully spun his sharp sword over his fair head like a helicopter's propeller:
  - It will be fair, although wealth is dust, I am not very interested.
  You can't tell what is more in this: sincere conviction or bravado.
  Barnabas responded forcefully:
  - That's because you're still too young. At your age, I also dreamed more of adventure than money. And now we'll discuss the final details with our officers.
  . EPILOGUE.
  The news of the resurrection of the King of Aquilonia Conan quickly reached the Emperor of Turan. And this caused tremors and despondency. However, no one dared to propose peace negotiations or retreat. Rather, the female vizier proposed an immediate assault on the fortress of Capua, where Jasmine and Zena had taken refuge, and then to take the second capital of the state of Aquilonia, where Trospero had taken refuge.
  Abaldui generally agreed, but suggested that in order not to split the forces, they should storm the already besieged city with all their troops . True, it has high walls, but Turan has a huge advantage in forces.
  First, a bombardment from ballistas and catapults. And quite a strong one, using heavy weapons.
  Here are some boulders that are loaded into collapsible ballistas weighing almost a ton. And they are thrown into the city.
  The sorcerer Turan, together with the Emperor's Coffin Wife, who also possesses magic, prepares a special incendiary potion capable of causing massive fires in the city.
  And he does it very energetically, dozens of slave boys and slave girls bring him various herbs, minerals, potions. Everything goes with great energy.
  And now the potion is already boiling and smoke is billowing from it, rising in columns into the sky.
  Spartacus and Kriss are fencing again, but they are doing it carefully. They are training their reactions, their strikes, and their ability to defend. The regiments are preparing for the assault and the infantry is being brought up. Large shields are also being used. And the siege towers are being brought up. Which is being done quite energetically.
  Spartacus noted with a cheerful look:
  - Is everything ready?
  Chris countered:
  - There's still something left! But the general assault is coming soon!
  Trospero, seeing the seriousness of the enemy's preparations, decided to forestall the enemy and attack himself. Although a sortie is a risky undertaking. But here it's either do or die.
  And then the gates swung open with a creak and a full-blooded cavalry regiment flew out. It consisted mainly of half-naked, muscular, tanned, fair-haired girls. And these beauties fired a volley from their bows in a high arc and apparently hit someone, some of the warriors of Turan fell splashing blood.
  Two regiments of heavy cavalry and one of light cavalry rushed out to meet them. But the girls, led by the beautiful Wolverine, turned around and rushed to the gates. They tried to pursue them, but they came under fire from darts and crossbow bolts from the walls. It should be noted that the armor of heavy cavalry usually deflects arrows, but crossbow bolts can take it. Therefore, despite the lower rate of fire, crossbows are used in both armies. They are more armor-piercing and deadly.
  Turan's cavalry retreated from the walls, and the infantry continued to prepare for the assault.
  But there was no quiet life. Three thousand of Xena's elite horsewomen suddenly attacked Turan's detachment, showering them with arrows first, and then cutting down the fighters with swords.
  And developing the success with incendiary objects they set fire to the convoy. Prometheus himself with five horse regiments attacked them. And Spartacus with the children's legion jumped on a pony. Moreover, the young warriors tried to intercept them so as not to let Zena go to the fortress.
  And the bare feet of the children warriors beat the sides of the ponies. Xena and her horse team were too fast, and they were giving the horses something that stimulated them. And Xena herself was racing on a unicorn. And she, ahead of the other warriors, pulled a ball from her belt and threw it in front of the children's legion.
  Smoke billowed out and the ponies began to shy away like frightened deer. And it was very effective. The children's legion backed away. Spartacus gave the order to dismount and charge at a run. The bare heels of boys and girls flashed. But Zena and her regiment managed to get away. They simply broke through. What a sortie it was.
  And the convoy was burning, and even got into the potion where the fuel was being cooked. And this meant that the assault would have to be postponed. And a whole fiery volcano was burning.
  Spartacus, running, jumped up and knocked down one girl from Zena's regiment. And so the boys took her half-naked and took her prisoner. They even pinched her along the way.
  The girl was in for a thorough interrogation. Although it was unlikely that she knew anything valuable.
  In any case, she was taken to the torture tent and from there the painful cries of the beauty were soon heard.
  There was a break and the army of Turan dined.
  Grobovaya, Abaldui, the red-haired woman vizier, Marshal Turka and the court sorcerer began to discuss plans.
  In general, the news that Conan had returned did not cause much panic. The alarm was caused by rumors that Aquilonia had some mysterious artifact with colossal power.
  Grobovaya noted:
  - This could be our biggest problem!
  The court wizard, nicknamed Raven, noted:
  - This is most likely the heart of God. The artifact is truly powerful, but you need to know how to use it! And even Xaltotun did not know all its secrets and could not increase his power with it!
  Marshal Turka noted:
  - I ordered the sappers to dig a tunnel, and we will put a powerful explosive grass under the wall, and then everything will collapse!
  The female vizier noted:
  - While we are digging the tunnel, Conan will arrive here with his army. And we will have to fight on two fronts and we must act quickly.
  The Raven held out his hand, and a half-naked slave boy ran up and handed him a note. After reading it, the Sorcerer exclaimed:
  - Wow! It turns out that the heart of God is worn on the chest of an ordinary, albeit very physically strong boy, Geta!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - Boy? I'll take him prisoner and make him give me a massage.
  The female vizier giggled and noted:
  - But first we'll fry his bare heels, the boy!
  The raven nodded his head:
  - I have a plan. We need to send him a boy who is just as strong and muscular, so that he can steal the heart of God, and before that, gain the complete trust of the young adventurer!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - This is Spartacus! A very nimble and quick boy - a former slave from the quarries. She will be able to gain Goethe's trust. She will pretend that she is a defector to Conan's army and hates us. And he himself, seizing the moment, will grab the most valuable artifact!
  Emperor Abaldui remarked:
  - And what if the treacherous slave boy keeps the heart of God for himself in order to become a great ruler?
  The Raven Sorcerer shook his head:
  - The Heart of God cannot be controlled with simple words. It requires spells that the slave boy does not know. In his hands, it is just a shiny thing!
  The grave exclaimed:
  - Then let's call Spartak! And let him wash my feet and massage my back before the task! I've long wanted these small but strong hands to knead my body.
  - So be it! - exclaimed the Emperor of Turan.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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