Chapter: 273
Thankfully he escaped; his picture was plastered all over the kingdom, but he was soon recruited into the 1st academy as a student, all those years ago. Over time, he rose to become the headmaster.
It was quite a fitting position as no magic worked on him.
Norgrim was relaxing in his chair, thinking about what he may have for dinner when suddenly
a distortion in space happened, a small rift of darkness and light opened up, and a messenger orb floated through.
While this was a common occurrence, the messenger orb this time was coloured black – a top priority, top secret message.
The last time he got one of these was when the mage hunters were attacking.
His eyes widened as he got up from his desk; running to the window he grabbed it immediately before putting it into a golden chalice, which was required to open the message container.
He snapped his fingers and all the mana was sucked out of the room – no magical listening devices would work under such circumstances.
His eyes darted across the paper as he began to read.
After gripping the paper firmly, he loosened it a little as he read – there was no attack.
Finally, he sighed in relief. Impending danger was not coming, but rauther an opportunity, or dare he say it – hope.
The message was of course the one that Sullivan sent all those days ago. It had already made it past the checkpoint between dimensions where it was put into the black priority orb.
“A necromancer? A human necromancer?” He almost couldn’t believe what he was reading. He almost couldn’t bring himself to. Necromancers were undead creatures of legends, intelligent beings that only the most powerful adventurers may ever see. Even then, it would only be a glimpse.
They were naturally illusive creatures, summoning more undead so that they may never see the front lines of battle.
Their army would march one direction while they would march another.
Chasing a necromancer meant charging through an army of ravenous undead – and these would not be slow-moving undead either; when undead are summoned by a necromancer, they would always be fast and aggressive, like a rabid pack of wolves bearing down on a defenceless prey, sprinting much faster than humans could ever hope to.
“If we could get a powerful necromancer on our side, perhaps we would no longer have to hide… No, why limit ourselves to hiding? We could even conquer, carve out a chunk of the world for ourselves… Maybe they would have to hide from us!” he gripped his fist tightly, smiling broadly.
He now had work to do – recruitment.
“I’ll need to dispatch the acquisition team immediately.”
Immediately he ran to his desk, getting a communication crystal.
“Lannister, urgent mission. Retrieval of…” he checked the message.
“Retrieval of two uniques. Names are Jay and Anya. Location is Losla village, in the south-western part of Astrata. Priority is Jay. I’ll send you the details.”
“I’ll start the retrieval preparations.” Lannister replied.
“Lannister… this is important, perhaps a key in our future. Take Lara with you.”
“I see… I’ll bring her too, thanks. We won’t let you down.”