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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!"

Lolbroman25 · 奇幻
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201 Chs

Dryads

Despite the cowardly behavior of the elf, he was still a trained warrior. When his life was threatened, he immediately retaliated, placing the bush between him and them and piercing out with his spear.

"Stay back!" he shouted.

He knew he didn't stand a chance outnumbered two to one, and being a man, he didn't have access to magic to even the odds. His only hope was to stall until the Dryads arrived.

Essenla jumped back, the spear's blade narrowly avoiding her stomach, and chopped at the weapon's pole with her goblin halberd.

Her blade only cut through halfway before stopping, locking the two weapons together.

Morne stepped around the bush as the elf tried to stab forward with his caught spear, swinging at the elf and forcing him to drop his weapon with a yelp.

The elf stumbled back, ducking behind a tree as his heart raced. "The Dryads won't let you leave alive!" he warned, his voice a strained warble. "But if you start running now, maybe you'll have a chance!"