The Necromancer elder's hand rose, his wrinkled fingers trembling slightly.
Jingle~
The Necromancer elder rang the bell beside him. The moment it sounded, a Necromancer sitting cross-legged beneath the Shelter Tree opened his eyes. Green flames seemed to burn within them, and his bare upper body was covered in scars.
After a few leaps, the bare-chested Necromancer arrived before the treehouse. He first straightened his appearance, then raised his hand and lightly knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in."
An aged voice came from inside. The Necromancer standing outside gently pushed open the wooden door. When he saw the scene inside the treehouse, his pupils rapidly contracted, and an extremely terrifying aura erupted.
"Enlightenment, what happened to you?"
The bare-chested Necromancer hurried forward. The Necromancer elder sitting on the wooden bed raised his head, blood covering his mouth and nose.
"Iron Hand. Find him and kill him. Only then will we have a future."
The Necromancer elder pressed one hand against his chest.
"Dig out my heart. My heart will guide you."
After saying this, the Necromancer elder lost his strength and leaned against the wooden wall behind him. The branches and leaves on the wall wrapped around him.
"Enlight... Enlightenment."
The bare-chested Necromancer stood there blankly as tears slid down his cheeks. His strength even surpassed Dunk Nick's. He often sparred with Dunk Nick, and until the day he died, Dunk Nick had never beaten him even once.
Two hours later, waves of sobbing came from beneath the Shelter Tree. Thousands upon thousands of Necromancers knelt around it. Some were devastated with grief, while others had cried until they were half unconscious.
Necromancer King Senmail knelt on one knee before the Shelter Tree. The title of Necromancer King was passed down from generation to generation, but an 'Enlightenment' appeared