With his gray-white hair and aged face, he looked more like an old man plagued by chronic illness than an undead who had been dead for three thousand years.
Unlike every other necromancer, Meryl Winterstorm had not only retained almost all his memories, reason, and emotions, but also his human form and ever-growing mana.
After Valeera persuaded him, Meryl Winterstorm went to Raven Hill, quickly found the necromancer Mor'ladim, and killed him with ease.
Then Meryl Winterstorm traveled from west to east, clearing out every undead he encountered along the way, until he sensed a powerful surge of magical energy on the road outside the crater in Dawn Forest.
Of course, he knew what sort of place Dawn Forest was, so he was curious. Why had such a powerful being appeared today in a forest that had remained unchanged for decades?
At that point, Eranikus had not yet appeared. The one who had appeared was Taerar.
Meryl Winterstorm headed toward Dawn Forest with Med'an.
They rode skeletal warhorses, steeds Merry had raised from the dead. They were slower than living horses, but their advantage was that they never tired and could run for long periods.
They soon entered Dawn Forest.
And at that moment, Eranikus appeared.
Meryl Winterstorm immediately sensed something wrong. An evil power seemed to suffuse that legendary green dragon's body.
Meryl Winterstorm picked up his pace, even using Blink to cover ground, and soon reached the vast canopy of the Elven Great Tree, where he saw everything before him.
He was surprised by the presence of the bronze dragon Chromie, surprised by the Mage Tower Shawn had summoned from the void, and even more surprised by ******** Eranikus and the corrupt aura that shrouded his entire body.
What angered him most was Eranikus's outrageous boasting, as though