o bring his thoughts into order. Oh, Dark, h

down, heaved her up by her feet and presumptuously slung her senseless body over his shoulder. But first he cast a glance

like

she’d have been screaming like a frightened peacock by now. But he had to admit there were some problems

ncer though

word. This was an interesting effect of the curse. However, apart from

nd confirmed that his heart was be

s lips in a

ead King?” he said and then boldly sma

th a conscience – he was going to use her as a live magic crystal. His current level of energy was only enough to show tricks to k

rk, sucking out its life and magic in their entirety. They were usually foxes, moles or hares. Sometimes, when a human being came into sight, the necromancer tried to kill him, too. But the

. The place had a long and storied history and had finally fallen into disrepute. Since then, it became difficult

n. The edge of the forest was already visible

tion. Correct! Dark told him: the royal ca

.. He’d be

ghts of fancy and play of the imagination. But now, he had a girl with him, who, it must be admitted, managed to distract him even in her unconscious state. Her whole being exuded a faint scent of vanilla. Such a warm and homel

ns for quite a long time!” the man gri

wasn’t used to dealing with unconscious women. This is w

with twilight vision, he found a bear’s lair. It was a small narrow cave, a

ecromancer didn’t see any other options. He couldn’t appear in the city fo

hes onto the ground. Then he set to work building a fire by the exit. He had

The scarlet currents of life unerringly led him to his victim. Having stolen up to the animal, Reive put hi

orders. The necromancer made a wry face, feeling t

gy flowed into the man, the injured wrist at once grew over with flesh a

ned to the “camp”. He sat down beside the entrance, and

how to prepare game and roast meat. He’d learned a lot since he cap

attention to his clothes. Unfortunately, his magic was only able to

all swamped by mud. But that didn’t stop the necromancer. He plu

en his green-eyed companion,

of burdock for her, and carefully l

girl, and waiting calmly. He was desperately thirsty, but he didn’t want to leave the girl. Strange as it was, he liked being with her

ch of darkness ten steps away from the lair. It seemed to him that it was a man. Maybe a hunter

tion in his mind. Level seven seemed a good choice: the

yelids slowly lowered. When they rose, his eyes turned red. The Undead King didn’t have to pronounc

e required symbol with them and pronoun

r necromancers nearby capable of ordering dead material, they would have felt the Dark coming to life. A fine

n his back, crossing his legs and

greenish light coming from his dark eyes, the necromancer said, “Bring

slowly. After his awakening,

s as if smirking. Today, he re

came an annoyed girl’s voice, as

d smiled, meeting the blazing eyes