Getting to know the protagonist a little

In this little story we are going to talk about, an adored king and a feared necromancer whose name reverberated in all corners of the world of Athem.

A young man was lying beside a tree with his life and death partner, wearing a black military outfit that was dirty with dust and mud, his boots dirty with mud and blood made him look threatening, in his chest it was possible to see a red embroidered name "Carl".

Coughing a bit of blood, he held his partner more tightly, that partner was his rifle of confidence, it was dark for that reason we can only see within a radius of 2 meters from Carl, one thing was clear as the day the eyes that were before always firm now they exhale the hatred he is feeling, but his neutral expression betrays that feeling.

Taking a cloth from his back pocket housed in the vest, he bandages his left arm, which for unknown reasons was now a mess of burnt flesh and shattered bones, in an attempt to get away from the death that at that moment was a certainty

A few minutes passed with Carl trying to contact his allies, when he finally gave up it was already a little clear and now we can see the scene of terror that surrounds bodies and more bodies all wearing green military clothes.

The tree was alone on a hill with the bodies around it and Carl at his side, if anyone saw him now they would certainly think that Carl is a kind of death knight.

Carl took out a cigarette and lit 'now is not a time to worry about health' he thought, blowing smoke upwards he saw a disturbance in the pile of corpses promptly took out his pistol and pointed at the disturbance, in no time his expression indifferent left his face but his heart faltered when he heard a noise to his right.

Pointing now to his right he saw a soldier trying to get to a pistol that was nearby * POW * Carl quickly finished that unfortunate man, he took his pistol and thought 'since I'm going to die it never hurts to try to use my rifle as a cigar right? '

Then he disassembled his rifle and took only the 50cm pipe, put a tuft of unknown grass on the tip and lit it after another 5 minutes he could no longer hold back the laugh "HAHAHA I still have the mind of a child this has no cure HAHAHA" .

The sun on the horizon was already halfway through and the beams of light reached the eyes of the funny Carl at the same time that the light in his eyes faded and his laughter now almost inaudible ceased.

And so a hero unknown to the world is gone.

*DING* HIS SOUL WAS CHOSEN TO ENTERTAIN THE GODS !!!