General of the Underworld (1)

Drogo was looking at the woman in front of him with a smile on his face. Her face and figure were absolutely deserving of the four words "fallen angel". What was especially striking was that she was barely dressed, just barely covering up her modesty.

"A beauty, and a seductive one at that!" Drogo couldn't help but exclaim. But his words caused the beautiful woman's smile, which she thought was enticing enough, to turn into a wooden expression.

"What a clothes rack!"

"What? A clothes rack?"

The beauty was stunned. She knew what kind of impact her appearance would have on a normal man, and she was even expecting Drogo to worship at her feet with drool dripping from his mouth. But she never expected that the man would blurt out such a comment.

Although she had been here for many years, at least 300 years ago she had met the great magician Matthew, and she didn't know when this way of complimenting people became popular in this world.

As a professional, Drogo had seen too many beautiful and seductive women. So when he saw the beauty with her delicate facial features and curvaceous figure, to him she was no different from those silicon models. At most, she was just stunning, which was why he blurted it out without thinking.

But it was only after he said it that he realized from Matthew's memory that such compliments were not common here. Saying that was almost the same as insulting her.

Drogo quickly explained, "I mean you are very beautiful, and you look good in whatever you wear."

The beauty's mood was obviously better than what Drogo had imagined. Before he could finish his explanation, her seductive smile seemed to have returned as if it were innate. After Drogo's self-righteous explanation, the beauty did not show any signs of anger, but her voice was not cheerful either, and she seemed unaffected by what he said earlier.

"I must say, your willpower is strong and your mental strength is exceptional. You were able to withstand Matthew's memories for 300 years without any harm."

Drogo silently chuckled in his heart. Although the other party didn't show any expression on her face and spoke in a calm voice, her words could represent either praise for what Drogo had said earlier or have some influence on her. Otherwise, there was no need for her to repeat what she had said before. This was clearly another way of changing the subject.

However, this also reminded Drogo. This woman appeared too strangely, and she seemed to have seen his previous torture by the glass ball. There must be something fishy about this.

"My will is okay, but who are you? How did you appear here, and how did you know about that inheritance—ahem, the glass ball?" Drogo still didn't want to mention words like necromancer and inheritance crystal, although the memories had already vividly appeared in his mind. He still felt a bit inexplicable and subconsciously resisted.

"The glass ball, you actually call the necromancer's inheritance crystal that. It's interesting." The beauty had a strong smile on her face, and the smile in her eyes was even stronger. "Your name is Drogo, and I am named Wynne."

Drogo was first surprised, then more surprised. He fell from the sky, and then inexplicably appeared here, encountering only a little girl who was still alive. He hadn't even had a chance to say his own name, so how did this woman know?

This surprised him, but what surprised him even more was that after hearing this woman's name, a memory from Matthew automatically floated up in his mind.

It was three hundred years ago, in the place where Drogo was smashed to death before Matthew. The void in front of him was like a mirror, showing an ugly devil. At that time, Matthew was kneeling there, as respectful as worshipping his ancestors, and the name he called out was—The Underworld General Lady Wynne.

"Wynne? Wynne! You are that Underworld General, that devil, can't be!" A big beauty and a big devil, both with the word "big," but the contrast was much greater than that between beauty and the beast. Drogo widened his eyes because of this sudden thought and even took a step back.

Wynne looked at Drogo's surprised look, feeling a bit proud, but compared to the depression in her heart, this pride could be ignored.

She was originally the seventh underworld general under the Hades constellation, but was sealed away because of a great war that happened in the distant past. Her old wounds, combined with the passing of endless time, caused her to fall into a near-eternal slumber. It wasn't until three hundred years ago, with the arrival of Matthew, that she briefly awakened.

Although the endless seal had nearly depleted her power, her skill in illusion and seduction was still intact. She transformed into a ferocious and terrifying appearance, using intimidation and enticement to turn Matthew into a necromancer.

Necromancy was a branch of dark magic, and as the former seventh underworld general under the Hades constellation, a demigod, Wynne had no problem guiding Matthew through simple magic. Her goal was simple: to break free from her imprisonment and escape from the seal.