247: My Necromancer Class

My Necromancer Class

“Jay, lay down your weapons and your death will be painless.” the elder Grundel said. 1

But he also wondered - where did Jay’s weapons and armour come from?

The T-visor helmet slowly looked around, scanning the circle of villagers around him.

No one could know his intentions; most assumed that Jay was about to break down in fear.

They had him surrounded, each with sticks and stones to harm him, some even had bows and arrows laced with more of the purple paralysis substance - and now they offered him an ultimatum?

To die slowly or quickly?

Pathetic.

The elder repeated as if Jay didn’t hear.

“Lay down your weapons. We’ll make it quick. I promise.” he said, trying to sound fierce, but Jay could hear traces of fear in his voice.

Jay looked around at the villagers - all of them were here except the children - though he had actually only seen one child since coming here.

Jay finally spoke,

“How much did they pay you to kill me?”

The elder was confused.

“Who?”

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