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Wanted  Name: Roll Origin: Durri Crime: disrespect for a senior officer, arson of the Artillery Division "Steel Fang", escape from prison, numerous attacks on merchants for the purpose of robbery. Last seen in the Exiled Lands. Wanted dead or alive. Danger: high. Do not let the appearance of this criminal deceive you. It is a small rodent, but it is well armed and extremely dangerous. Besides, the criminal is cunning and knows no pity. According to the latest reports, he contacted the infamous Tali. Don't try to defeat him alone. Reward: 3000 gold coins "The chickens are laughing! Is that all?" Muttering curses under his breath, Kren tore down the ad, crumpled it and threw it away. "They would have put a higher price on my head, otherwise I would not earn a reputation in the Exiled Lands!" He was wondering where else to make a stir and twirled his favorite multifunctional bombardier model 53 in his hands. It was a pretty powerful weapon and Kren lovingly called it "Hot Stuff". Besides her, he also had a "Lady". That's what he called a small-caliber grenade launcher, securely mounted on his left arm. Kren decided to cross the Valley of the Sands and look into the settlement on the other side. There he could buy shells for his beauties. His ammunition was depleted due to several skirmishes with bounty hunters. To break through the Reference Lands without doing anything to protect yourself was a rather dangerous undertaking. This bare desert was located on the border between the possessions of the Thugs and the Light Bearers. There were no laws of either side and there were their own customs in use. Everyone mixed here: good and evil, people and thugs, but few people liked this place. Exiles, bandits, deserters, crooks, as well as alchemists and even dark magicians made mistakes here… But also, of course, bounty hunters. The latter were easy to mention. While the AFK Arena Roll was thinking its way to success, a silhouette turned out of the thickets on the edge of the canyon. He didn't even have time to make a sound, as the barrel of a shotgun with a growling bolt was staring at his forehead. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long!" said the man holding the gun. He had dark green eyes, a golden beard and hair. On his head was a wide-brimmed hat, and on his face was a wild, manic grin. Kren immediately recognized "old man Walker", the fastest shooter in the exiled lands. He was also called the "Moon Dancer". He was a well-known and skilled bounty hunter and once single-handedly dealt with a group of guys from the "Sand Claws". The most formidable gang in the exiled lands. It was said that he was very stingy and lived only for money. He was ready to take on any dangerous task if a reward was promised for it, and therefore was considered a desperate daredevil. Walker and Kren have been feuding for several months, now and then they get into shootouts, but no one has managed to gain the upper hand yet. Kren never had enough time for this bounty hunter and he did not hate the enemy. To tell the truth, so after a lot of skirmishes, the Roll even began to sympathize with this type. They were creatures of the same order: they loved risk. Kren even began to think that the enemy might also have warm feelings for him. Then suddenly inspiration descended on Kren: such a brilliant idea was born in his head that he could not resist and smiled broadly, from one ear to the other. Walker had seen a lot in the exiled lands, but never before had the enemy he pointed a gun at laughed. He decided that either his eyes were failing him, or his goal had gone off the rails. "Do you want to know me for a reward? So listen, tie me up hand and foot and drag me to Saltwater Prison! How do you like that?"— Kren's smile became even wider. Walker was sure now that the guy was completely out of his mind. The exiled lands were full of prisons, in which many criminals languished. When a Bounty Hunter caught his prey, he handed it over for a reward to just such establishments as Saltwater. No one in their right mind would want to be in such a hole. "Don't joke with me here!" growled Walker and reloaded his gun. "Chill out, blondie. Listen to me, you won't regret it! — Kren began to improvise — Did you know that there is a gold vault in Saltwater? There's plenty of it! However, the door there is made of black wrought iron, dwarf work — almost impenetrable. You know what strong things dwarves do—you can't even take the most powerful explosives. On the other hand, the vault has a common wall with the prison... eh, just let me get inside and I'll blow it up! All the gold will be ours! Of course, you'll have to deal with the guards outside and stand guard while I empty the vault.… I know you'd rather work alone, but it's worth it here! Only together we can pull it off... think about it, because there is more gold there than you can spend in your whole life!" "When you are accepted, all weapons will be confiscated. How will you blow up the wall then?" — Walker immediately saw the flaws in the Roll plan. "It's not your concern, I'll deal with it! I have distant relatives who can get into the sewers and bring me explosives." Kren was pleased with himself that he foresaw such a question. Walker thought for a few moments, and then pulled the barrel of the gun aside and smiled. "Okay, I'll help you." "What?" gasped Kren. He hadn't expected such a reaction. "Let's go, I say..." — Walker did not have time to finish, as Kren jumped up and kicked him between his legs with all his might. "You bastard!" cried Walker. The roll rolled and ran away, and then pulled out his weapon. His bombard was too powerful to fire at such close range. The shell exploded with a terrible roar and thick smoke at Walker's very feet. He barely managed to hide from the explosion behind a large boulder. His hat was much less lucky — it was blown away by the shock wave. Walker cautiously peeked out from behind cover and fired his shot. For a while, the gorge was shaken by the roar of gunfire. Soon, the Roll began to run out of ammunition. He decided not to spend the rest and took a very risky step. He threw a smoke grenade at Walker and Walker immediately lost sight of him. At this time, the Roll jumped out of hiding, pointed the gun at a rock hanging over the enemy and pulled the trigger. There was no shot, as if she had decided to express her silent protest to him. "For God's sake, darling, not now!" screamed Kren furiously. The temperament of the Hot thing was to match her functionality — she often got stuck. Kren had no choice but to fire a grenade from a spare weapon. The rock trembled and fragments rained down on the enemy shrouded in smoke. "Oh, darling, you always help me out!" Kren kissed the Lady hard and the heat from the red-hot trunk singed his beard. He reloaded the Lady and moved slowly forward, although the smoke had not yet had time to dissipate. The stones were supposed to crush Walker, so he was unlikely to be able to continue the fight. As soon as the smoke cleared, it became clear that Walker was not buried under the rubble of the rock. He just disappeared. "Damn it!" — Kren immediately realized that it was rubbish. He turned around and barely had time to point his weapon at the enemy, who was again aiming directly at his forehead. They were in a desperate situation. Walker didn't look well: his face was swollen, there were bruises and abrasions everywhere, and his skin was gray from stone dust. Although he was not covered, the explosion still battered him. Kren thought that he himself hardly looked better and began to painfully look for a way out of the situation. Taught by bitter experience, Walker kept his eyes on the legs of the AFC Arena Roll, just so that he would not pull his trick again. "Enough!" — Walker decided to end the performance. He put the gun away, and then bent down and picked up his well-worn hat from the ground. He dusted it off before putting it on and lit a cigarette.  "Tell me more about your plan."