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Well, I am not sure, to be honest, what would be worse, to be dead or to be a bloodsucker. “Oh gosh, Malleteagan, sometimes I wonder, do you have a working brain cell in that pretty head of yours? You have a brain of an ogre. No, we don’t want you or your dogs to become part of our perfect and divine race. I suggest that we who possess the necromancy powers cloak the warriors who are not dead or do not have necromancy abilities with the cloak of necromancy. We can try with a small sample of warriors, and then we can advance with bigger groups if this works?” Nexelex and Thersar smirked at his ogre remark: idiotic blood and life-sucking leech.

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

Many creatures began to discuss heatedly. Wyot’s memories give James information about the Master Necromancer. However, the Master Necromancer was not from the current era but the Space Race Era. His cultivation rank was quite ordinary, but he was at least a Terra Acmean. He wielded terrifying sorcery and produced an army of powerful undead. The death spirits created by the Master Necromancer were unthinkably strong, as they had no fear of death. Moreover, they were immortal as long as their body and soul were not completely destroyed together.

It all came back to her, but what she didn't understand was why he was here? Nara trying to ask as she felt herself and her witches growing weaker, "why are you here? What do you want?". The necromancer bent down to her level smiling evily, "you see I'll tell you, my powers have a little issue, I'm still strong but I need a little enhancement witch. And your nephew is the perfect sacrifice for this", as he said that Nara grunted trying to get him but couldn't, the necromancer laughed standing up straight and moving around.

I quickly opened my eyes and Ryker was just about to put his hand on my shoulder. "Did you find it," he asked curiously. I nod my head and grimace. "It was Ozcar, he's more hideous than I remembered," I mumble in disgust. I moved from under Julith and glanced at her peaceful face. "I'm going to go and confront him in the human realm, watch her for me, please Ryker," I sigh, and Ryker purses his lips. "Be careful, Ozcar is a master necromancer with the dark," he mumbles. I chuckle and pat his back.

“Answer her.” “But… oh yes.” He backed down upon receiving a sharp gaze from Nathan. “Yes, the lynch is a member of Bulteo.” “I knew it.” Her smile deepened. “Is that a good thing?” Shadow nodded. “No. Lynch is far worst than a necromancer. However, on the bright side, everything is good once we know who we are against.” “I see. As usual, your wisdom is good.” Nathan applauded. “Tenth!” She called suddenly.

At most, they would encounter a few scattered orc raiders during this time. Hiring a guide also went very smoothly. The Adventurers' Guild recommended the mercenary group "Channel Winds" with the best reputation to Ronny Strud. The five of them usually scout maps for the Duchy's army. Although their combat efficiency is not very good, they are unbeatable when it comes to knowing the terrain. The only problem is that the hiring f*e is not low, but this low f*e depends on who you talk to. Christine doesn't think it's expensive.

Whatever he wanted to tell me…I was afraid to find out. He seemed to understand, and he didn’t snap in his turn—although he did narrow his eyes at me in a way that told me to really shut up this time, or else. “The point,” he said in an insultingly patient tone, “is that it’s a lot easier to create a dead body than a live one. From a necromantic perspective, anyway. From any other perspective, either one would be close to impossible. But necromancy is fucking cool.” He flashed me a bared-teeth grin. I didn’t dare to disagree, and I didn’t have the breath to even if I’d wanted. Because it sounded like he was saying…

I clenched the hem of my clothes, my palms slick with sweat. Just as my mind was racing and trying to figure out a way to get out of this predicament, a hand with its nails painted a garish shade of red suddenly reached over and snatched the glass of wine. "This wine is so expensive! It'd be a total waste to let her drink it!" Rachel glared at me viciously, the jealousy in her eyes practically spilling over. She acted as if what I was taking from her wasn't a glass of poisoned wine, but her most prized possession.

Simon grumbled. "That's ok just tell me everything there is" Jace replied a bit anxious. "Well, all the necromancers are dead. Or rather imprisoned by Celeste and her then husband Erebus because he saw them as too great a threat to all the other supernaturals after one necromancer defied him and brought back someone he'd killed to life. Celeste ruled over the supernaturals but had no control over the necromancers because they didn't see her as their leader. They actually worshipped the lord of The Hallow. Someone by the name of Zaewyn" Simon explained. Jace grew impatient because this wasn't the type of information he's searching for.