Extra 2: Death Curtain on

He would like to see the scenery from a high place. He never thought of it.

In the past, standing on the gate and on the cliff was just to overlook the overall situation, grasp the situation, and then use magic at the most appropriate time to send all the enemies back to God's arms at one time.

Ason Cameron.

In the past dozens or three years, this name was the symbol of death on the continent of Somera. Where he was, thousands of troops and horses were just defeated with a breath. Like now, the tiger fell into Pingyang, and could only be in a daze on the roof of the castle tower every day to see the unchanged scenery.

Kuzbik Mountain has always been desolate. Because of this, it is a good place for him to live in seclusion. He really doesn't want his winged eagle to be found and then ridiculed.

The eagle is a noble bird, either soaring heroically or plunged into the deep pool to break the rest of its life.

If it hadn't been for his little attachment to life, he might have jumped off the tower and died like an old eagle.

"Hmm?" The smoke and dust rolled at the end of the line of sight, and it seemed that there were a large number of monsters moving. He couldn't help staring at it.

High-level necromancers like him, as well as high-level priests, have refined the power of life and death to a certain level, and their eyesight is far better than that of ordinary people - this used to be his sharp weapon against the enemy, but now it has become a tool for recreation.

He saw a moving dot in front of the yellow smoke, which seemed to be hundreds of monsters chasing a prey.

It's strange how can this happen. Not to mention that there is no such large population in the Kuzbek Mountains, even if there is, there is no need to chase a prey, right? It's not enough to catch it.

He snapped his fingers and called Miseru, who was busy downstairs, to explore.

After a while, Micelu came back, and the news reported to him was very amazing: "Master, there are eight hundred undead warriors chasing a woman and a child."

He was shocked: "Chasing a woman and a child? Who is so cruel!"

Micelu lowered his head and reported truthfully: "I didn't see the trace of the necromancer. Maybe it's the curtain of death."

He was silent. The curtain of death is a forbidden spell that has been lost for many years in the undead magic. It is a kind of advanced magic that can condense the power of death on a large scale, summon the undead warrior and maintain its combat ability under the premise of not revealing the whereabouts of the caster himself. For the victim, the shadow of death is shrouded like a curtain, and there is no escape. For Shi For the magician, it is like hiding behind the curtain and can rest at ease.

Who would use the long-lost death curtain? He couldn't resist his indignation and curiosity. With an order, he led the undead warriors of the whole castle to fight.

Although his strength is not as good as before, he is still the strongest necromancer in the whole continent. In addition, there will be explorers in the Kuzvik Mountains from time to time, and a large number of Warcrafts die every day. The team lineup accumulated in the castle is also very considerable.

The two armies joined each other, and the other party seemed to be aware of his powerful power of the dead and quickly withdrew. There were only a large pile of white bones left in the wilderness.

Winning without a battle proves that he is still enough to be frightened. Thinking of this, Ason Cameron was in a slightly better mood and turned to see the two people who were hunted down.

To his surprise, what was hunted down was not only a seventeen- or eight-year-old girl and a unconscious child, but also a tall Warcraft - that is, the moving point he saw before. The Warcraft was running away with two human beings.

"Mengjia? It's so fresh. Mengjia will also become a trainer's pet. He stepped forward, and the girl immediately alertly pulled out the dagger in her boot barrel: "Don't come here!"

He smiled and pointed to the white bones on the ground: "Don't be nervous, honey. I just saw that you were being chased and killed. Come and ask if you need help."

The girl's clothes were almost torn, stained with blood, and her hair was full of dust and dead leaves, and she looked embarrassed.

"I live not far ahead. Do you mind taking a break with me? I mean... I'm afraid the child next to you needs to rest." He has rarely seen such a tenacious girl. Obviously, she is already the end of the crossbow, but she still holds it hard, unlike most women who will jump at his feet and beg him for his life or beg him to save his life.

The girl gasped and asked, "Who are you?"

He smiled kindly: "A reclusive person."

The girl nodded and finally couldn't stand it. The dagger in her hand loosened and fainted on Mengjia's body.

He went forward to help the girl up, but Meng Jia rudely waved his paw, protected the girl in his arms, and made a rattling threat at the same time.

Mengjia is a high-level warcraft. Human beings have found spiritual power and dementors in them, so he did not intend to conflict with this big guy. Although he knew that he could not understand people's words, he still said to it: "I don't mean any bad intentions. They need to be treated in time. It's too late."

It took a little effort to convince Meng Jia that he was not a bad person. He picked up the fainted girl and let Miceru return to the castle together with the little boy who had never opened his eyes from beginning to end.

The monotonous and boring life is finally a little fun.

As a necromancer, of course, he doesn't know those healing magic, but fortunately, he also learned a little simple elemental magic in those years. Both the water system and the light system have simple healing magic, and the water system magic is a must-level entry, so he can cope with a little superficial injury.

The girl woke up in the process of treatment. She seemed to be a little unhappy about the fact that she was taken off her ragged clothes, but when she thought that she was also doing it for her own good, she just curled her lips and did not complain.

It's very interesting. He thought that if he was not a frightening necromancer and married a woman like an ordinary person, the child would be as old as her.

After healing the girl's wounds, he took the wet wipes handed over by Miseru and wiped his hands. He turned around and left. The girl quickly said to keep him: "Please wait a minute! Is Isaiah all right?

"You mean that child? He was just too tired and a little stimulated. Just let him sleep.

The girl was relieved and asked, "Where is he? Can I go to see him?"

He wanted to laugh a little, so he turned around and told her seriously, "I think you need to take a shower and change your clothes before you go to see him, miss. Do you need me to find one for you?"

The girl's expression stiffened, and her tone was cold: "Thank you, no, I brought it myself."

It seems that she is a girl who knows how to open the dimension, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

He nodded, turned around and walked away. The girl wanted to say and stopped: "Excuse me..."

"What else?"

"...I'm a little hungry."

Two miserable people, one big and one small, temporarily stayed in the castle to recover from his wounds, which does not mean how kind and good he is. In fact, the necromancer is rarely popular. He just feels too bored and wants someone in this castle to take the initiative to talk to him.

Yes, he will not take the initiative to care about them. He just likes to wait for them to have a need, come and carefully make a request to himself, and then generously agree.

Just like now, the girl knocked on his study door again: "Sir, can I come in?"

"Come in," he was in a daze in front of the tall glass window and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

After living in the castle for a few days, the girl's attitude was no longer as reserved as at the beginning. She walked in lightly and low, with a pleasant smile on her face: "No, it's nothing. I just want to thank you for your care all the time."

He keenly captured the meaning behind this sentence: "Are you going to leave?"

The girl nodded and bowed to him: "Isaiah said that the environment here made him feel very scared - I absolutely don't mean to blame the bad here. I hope you can understand!"

"I know that you have just been hunted down by the undead warriors. It's really not a pleasure to live in the home of a necromancer." He said very understanding words, but he thought to himself: I have ordered all the soldiers to stand by outside the castle. Only me and Miceru are left in the castle. What else is there to be afraid of?

"Yes, Isaiah is still young, and it is inevitable that I will be afraid. I won't think so," the girl brushed her curly hair and said with a smile. "On the contrary, I like this castle very much. It is quiet and elegant, and it is really suitable for seclusion."

He snorted from his nose and thought silently: I didn't really want to live in seclusion. If that hadn't happened, I wouldn't want to do it at all... I lived in seclusion in my forties.

Seeing his unhappy face, the girl asked, "Did I make you unhappy with what I said?"

He rubbed the skull in his hand and said coldly, "No, I just thought of something unhappy, which has nothing to do with you."

The people and things that made him fall from the peak of glory overnight make him feel like being pressed in his heart by a red-hot soldering iron, painful and irritable.

"Can I ask what's going on?" The girl cautiously took two steps in his direction.

"I don't want to mention the past again." He refused coldly.

The girl shrugged her shoulders in disappointment, sat down at the crystal table in the study, and said to herself, "In fact, everyone will encounter a lot of unpleasant things. It's okay not to mention it. You always have to forget the past before you can continue to move forward, right?"

Forget it? How could he forget it? His hand on the skull was slightly vigorous, and the white bones made an unnatural sound.

"When I was very young, I was called a fool. It was useless, because I couldn't learn any magic. The children around me laughed at me, excluded me, and bullied me. Those things made people very angry when I thought about it. I couldn't wait that it never happened at all."

He was upset and wanted to tell her to shut up and ask her to leave, but out of demeanor, he didn't say anything.

The girl thought he was listening, so she continued, "But later, I met a kind old lady. She told me that I was different from others. I was Princess Amber."