Roy's question was very out of tune with the current atmosphere, and even seemed a bit silly. However, this cannot be blamed on Roy. Roy is not yet very clear about the concept of a mage. Although the undead mage sounds a bit more evil, that's how it feels to Roy. As for Sasha's fear, Roy can't understand it at all.

Tawen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. Apparently, Tawen thought Roy was provoking. "Young people are really brave, and they are much better than me when I was hiding everywhere. They would bow their heads when I saw people." After saying that, he couldn't help laughing. If it weren't for the gloomy eyes of two ghostly eyes, it was just like a kind elder who was talking with two younger generations.

"You're crazy!" Sasha tugged hard at Roy's sleeve, "He will forever imprison your soul!"

"Oh! No, no, no, no, don't be nervous. Didn't you tell her that we wouldn't fight each other among our peers? Hehe, guarding against those idiotic attacks is already exhausting. Why do the few undead mages still kill each other? The Dark Lord won't be like that hypocritical so-called divine king, such things are not allowed."

"Didn't you tell this girl your identity? Just got it?" Tawen's gaze turned to Roy.

"Uh?" Roy looked bewildered!

"You, you're a necromancer!?" Sasha's face instantly turned pale and devoid of blood.

"You said you were a great mage, isn't it? Are you a great mage of the undead?"

Roy saw Sasha carefully distancing himself from her, his eyes full of vigilance and anger! I couldn't help but feel restless.

NND, when did I become a necromancer? I can't even throw a fireball now!

"Are you an old man with your head stuck in the door panel? Am I a necromancer who cares about your affairs? Come and pretend to be a ghost in the middle of the night. If you have something to say, speak quickly and get out of here!" Roy was inexplicably angry in his heart, and his words didn't sound good anymore. To be honest, although Tawen was thin and skinny, from his appearance, he still had a long way to go from the old man.

Tawen was taken aback for a moment. In his memory, no one had spoken to him like this for a long time. In his ghostly eyes, a murderous intent appeared and disappeared, and his wooden staff landed heavily on the ground. A heavy hum came from his nose.

"No wonder our days are getting worse and worse. Even the young generation with such promising prospects are now speaking ill of me, Tawen, just for the sake of a woman. Will the Dark Lord abandon us?"

"Today, I just came over to take a look out of curiosity. Since the owner doesn't welcome me, I'll say goodbye!" After finishing speaking, I rolled up my sleeves and turned to walk towards the forest.

As soon as Tawen's figure stepped into the shadows of the forest, a ripple rippled in the air. By the time the distortion in the air returned, Tawen had disappeared without a trace.

"He, he's gone!?" Sasha stared in shock at the direction where Tawen had disappeared, unsure if she was asking Roy or muttering to herself.

"He must have left! He's not crazy, is he?" Roy seemed completely unaware of what had just happened.

"Roy, are you really a necromancer?" Sasha held the dagger tightly in her hand hidden in the shadows.

"Do I look very much like a necromancer?" Roy opened his arms and turned around in place, his face exaggerated, imitating Tawen's expression.

The hand, whose joints had turned white, slowly loosened again. "I don't think so. If there were such a weak necromancer, hell would definitely be at the end of the world." Sasha's face slightly flushed.

Roy's face collapsed, and this little girl openly despised herself

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"We need to leave here quickly, he may come back at any time." Sasha kicked the campfire thoroughly and began to dismantle her tent.

Roy scratched his head and began to dismantle his tent. "That Tawen is really amazing? Why are you so scared? I don't think there's anything wrong with him!"

Sasha gave Roy a big white eye directly.

"So, what is a necromancer?" Roy persisted.

It's just that Sasha has put the expression "you're an idiot" on her face and continues to dismantle the tent.

"I really don't know!" Roy looked innocent.

"You really don't know!?" Sasha couldn't help but feel a little surprised when she saw that Roy didn't seem to pretend.

"Mmm!" Roy looked curious as a baby.

"We'll leave immediately, I'll tell you later!" As she spoke, Sasha had already folded the tent and tied it up with a rope.

In the moonlight, the two hurriedly left the campsite and walked onto a remote path.

"The Necromancer is a taboo on the mainland, but everyone knows about his existence." Seeing that she had been away from the campsite for some time, Sasha finally spoke up.

"On the continent, all magicians' magical power comes from the Light God King and other deities seated below."

Hmm? Roy's heart couldn't help but move.

"But the undead mages are different, their power comes from the demons in hell!"

"Legend has it that thousands of years ago, demons in hell opened a crack and attacked the human world. In the end, the twelve divine attendants under the divine throne killed the demon king on the sea, and even the demon king's body was imprisoned in the depths of the sea. Although the demons later retreated to hell, they left the seeds of evil on the main road."

"Demons have left behind many magical items on the continent, and those who find these items can sign contracts with them to gain powerful and evil power. They are cruel and bloodthirsty, and these people are called undead mages. They are enemies of God and all races on the continent!"

"That Tawen! Speaking of these two words, Sasha couldn't help but tremble. Although he wasn't the most powerful necromancer on the continent, he was recognized as the most evil and notorious one. He was good at soul refining! The two bells on the wooden staff were the props he used to sign a contract with demons. It is said that when he activated magic, the bells could directly attack a person's soul. If his mind was not firm enough, his soul would even be extracted directly from the body!"

"Soul refining!" Roy didn't quite understand.

"He can strip a person's soul directly from their body, refine it with powerful magic, and then infuse these souls back into a new body. This injected body will become a puppet completely obedient to him. Even if the puppet is shattered to pieces, the soul will not be released. If caught by Tawen, only the soul will be forever imprisoned. He once killed tens of thousands of people on the continent to refine a puppet, and it was at that time that he achieved his notorious reputation!"

Extracting the eternal imprisonment of the soul, even this furry one can do it, Roy feels a bit disdainful.

"Since it's the enemy of the whole continent, why don't I send out all the assassins to kill him? The assassins of the whole continent can't even kill a mage?"

Sasha seemed too lazy to roll her eyes anymore. "The undead mage is much stronger than you imagine, and his movements are mysterious. He never openly fights with people, and when it comes to assassination..."

"What do you think I'm doing!" Seeing Sasha looking up and down with suspicion, Roy became angry.

"I don't know if you really have the power of a great mage, and how those assassins who go to execute missions eventually become secrets. However, since Tawen's debut, there have definitely been more than twenty great mages and above who have died in his hands!"

It's really fake, Roy couldn't help but be surprised. That gloomy old man is so powerful!

"I am almost certain that you are not a necromancer now. From just now on, I have at least a hundred chances to kill you, but my master's warning to me is that if I encounter a necromancer, I will run away with my life. If I had known that I once faced off against Tawen and survived, my master would have been proud of me!"

Looking at Sasha, who still had a hint of pallor on her face, Roy felt a bit strange. Normally, Sasha was not like this. She was cute, sweet, stubborn, and even unruly. All of this had disappeared completely since Sasha just picked up that pair of daggers, replaced by a calm, almost icy calm!

"Why didn't you just run away immediately?"

Sasha suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Then he glared at Roy with the fiercest gaze he had ever seen!

"You have to manage it!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the tent into Roy's arms and stomped his feet angrily as he walked forward.

Roy smiled happily, and in an instant, it seemed like the original Sasha had returned.

Suddenly, there was a low growl of dissatisfaction in Roy's arms. Mao Mao was sleeping soundly in Roy's arms, but was hit by the tent. The little one struggled to crawl out of the gap in the tent and let out a few dissatisfied growls at Roy. Then, flapping his wings, he bounced on the ground like a chick and flew towards Sasha.

Roy couldn't help but laugh and cry. Mao Mao really recognizes thieves as his mother!

"Ah! Mao Mao is so good!" A strong light flashed, and furry Mao appeared in Sasha's hand.

Roy shook his head helplessly, picked up two tents, and ran all the way to catch up with Sasha.

"Sasha?" Roy asked strangely, sensing something unusual about Sasha. He took a few steps forward, but Sasha didn't keep up.

"He's following us!"

In the quiet night, Sasha's voice couldn't stop trembling.