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I only got back at ten tonight and am still writing, so I won't make the midnight deadline. I'm putting up two other chapters temporarily so I can focus on writing. I'll replace them once I'm done.

Chapter 17: I'll Hit You Even If You Did Nothing Wrong

...The necromancer felt even dizzier. For a moment, he couldn't say a word. He certainly didn't dare ask why Ye Long had appeared here. In fact, he felt there was no need to ask that question at all.

One Dark Elf had been kidnapped, and another Dark Elf had appeared at the critical moment. Did he really need to ask why this Dark Elf had come? Naturally, he was here to rescue the kidnapped Dark Elf.

"Ah! Well...we rescued her!" the necromancer said, pointing at Shakir. "She was captured by human slavers. We killed them all."

Of course, the necromancer wasn't going to admit that he had originally intended to abduct Shakir himself. The Death Knight had been brutally beaten without being able to fight back at all. He doubted he could take more than a few blows himself.

As for why he wanted to abduct Shakir? Come on, necromancers were people too, and people needed money. Mages were among the professions that spent the most. Any magical research required enormous amounts of time and money, whether it involved orthodox magic or dark magic.

Compared with other, orthodox mages, necromancers merely studied a different kind of magic. They couldn't transcend mortal limitations, living without food or any need for money.

But necromancers were outsiders in mainstream society. Because they were different, and because the magic they studied was too mysterious and terrifying, conventional society refused to accept them.

Consequently, most necromancers were rather eccentric and withdrawn. They often stayed away from people,