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Heretic Mage: Rise of the Dark God’s Necromancer

Death. Servitude. Submission. That was all Morne had known for the past eight years. Everything he had known and loved had been taken from him, and it was his fate to be a slave, passed around from master to master like a disgusting disease no one wanted but everyone received. Soon after, a demon with a tantalizing promise appeared. "I’m here to Anoint you," the demon whispered. "My lord, Jiklok, has deemed you a mortal worth keeping an eye on. And I have another offer as well." The demon offered Morne a path to the power he had lacked in life, a way to seize his own destiny. Necromancy. The things he asked for in exchange seemed... small in comparison. Using his newfound necromantic powers, Morne would inflict on those who did him wrong all he had suffered and more. Those who had destroyed his village would be slaughtered beneath waves of undead, those masters who had sold and traded him like cheap wares would be forever bound to Morne's service, just as they had bound him. He would be his own master. Death. Servitude. Submission. ...... No MC harems are to be found here. If you need that kind of stuff in a story, you won't like this. Currently dropped. If you like this book, consider checking out my other ongoing book. It's called "Crown of Nightmares: Banished to Hell For My Bloodline!"

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…Only to be greeted by a sight that made the goblins' knees quake in fear.

Morne, Essenla, and Gram jumped in shortly after Morne had sent his undead through, and when they arrived, they took a look around.

"…Fuck me," Essenla said exasperatedly.

Elves. Over a hundred of them.

Each one in brown bark armor that covered them from head to toe. They looked like guardians of the forest sent down from on high, with a vaguely knight-like appearance mixed with that of a tree.

Their helmets wrapped around their entire heads like they had grown around them, making one wonder how they had put them on and planned to take them off, and had the look of a visored barbute with narrow slits for eyes.

The bark plates of their armor were so thick they made the lithe elves look as bulky as Morne in normal clothes, their backs were as straight as rods, and behind their visors were the cold, disciplined stares of trained warriors.