"Nimbas!my friend, it's been a long time, and I'm so glad to see you again!" Sandru greeted the man in front of him with a big smile on his face.

As Sandru spoke, the man in front of him, wearing a dark purple robe with a vertical collar, dark burgundy skin, and a golden crown on his head, smiled slightly and nodded to Sandru.

"Nimbas, I really envy you, who have always maintained this handsome human appearance. Sandru spoke again.

"Ha, there will come a time when human skins will die, and I will also refine myself into a corpse witch, Sandru. Nimbas said with a smile.

"But as a human being, you're living long enough, and I still remember the first time I saw you, and it was no different from you now, ah! ”

"Say, why provoke a second war of the dead?" Nimbas smirked straight to the point.

Sandru smiled and waved his hand, "Let's go to the castle, let's talk." ”

Nimbas nodded, and walked slowly into the castle with Sandru.

"Say it, Sandru. Nimbas asked again.

"You're an anxious man, Nimbas. Sandru smiled.

"Alright, Sandru, when the Lord of the Dead, Phoenix-Wilma, provoked the War of the Undead, he didn't have to be as sluggish as you. Nimbas said with some dissatisfaction.

"How can I compare to the Great Lord of the Dead, just because this world has been peaceful for so long, it's time for some death to expand our ranks. Sandru said slowly.

"Rod Hart and Elsa are here too?" Nimbas asked.

Sandru nodded: "We've found an interesting person, and after our restart, the undead will step into a new peak!"

Nimbas glanced up at Sandru and said indifferently: "Sandru, in my impression, you are not a pompous undead. ”

"Hahahaha, Nimbas, trust your impression, I've never been a pompous undead. Sandru smiled.

Nimbas smiled, "Really? Then I'm a little interested? ”

"I'll surprise you, Nimbas, come in, I've got some human delicacies for you, as well as wine, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Sandru laughed.

At dusk, Vidnina, dressed in a beige robe, sat quietly on a small mound surrounded by countless skeletal soldiers.

The skeleton soldiers were armed with swords, scythes, daggers, or fully armed, and all of them stood silently, without moving.

Vidnina watched silently at the golden round sun in the west, slowly setting towards the end.

In the past two days, she has been unable to find anyone to talk to, Catheret has left and does not know where to go, Mordo has begun to disappear all day, and her teacher Elsa has been studying something in a spire of the castle, and it seems that all the undead are busy, and she is the only one who has nothing to do.

After a long stay on the mound, Vidnika stood up and walked in the direction of the creek, slowly clearing a passage as the skeleton soldiers moved along the way.

Walking to the creek and washing her face and arms, Vidnika noticed a robed figure standing on a rock not far away.

"Who's there!" Vidnian shouted to the figure.

When the man heard the voice, he turned around and saw Vidnina by the river, and he walked slowly.

"A human!" the man said, with a puzzled voice.

Vidnina's heart tightened slightly: "Are you an undead?"

"I'm not an undead, my name is Nimbas, who are you, how are you here?" the man asked Vidnia.

"You're a human like me?" Vidnina's voice was tinged with joy and anticipation.

Nimbas smiled and asked rhetorically, "Where do you see me looking like an undead? ”

Vidnina listened to him and took a serious look at Nimbas, who was standing not far in front of her.

A beautiful dark purple robe, with many dark tones and mysterious lines on it that he could not see, and the collar of the robe was high. He wore a strange golden crown on his head and two large gold earrings on his ears.

His complexion looked good, and although his skin was a little rough, he didn't have the stiffness of the undead. If you look closely, he is a very handsome and temperamental man.

"My name is Vidnina, and I'm just a shepherdess, not a lady. Vidnina looked at Nimbas, who had an extraordinary temperament, and was vaguely reserved.

"Shepherdess, you're no ordinary shepherdess, you're not afraid of these skeletons. Nimbas said with a smile.

"I'm a necromancer. Vidnina said to him.

Nimbas nodded, "I know, I'm also a necromancer. ”

"But you're a human being. Vidnina said.

Nimbas smiled, "You're human too, aren't you?"

Vidrina was silent for a moment, remembering some of what Catheret and Mordo had said to her, and looked at Nimbas seriously, "Are you a very powerful necromancer?"

Nimbas was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile and said, "Strength usually requires some reference to be clear and clear. Sandru, for example, is much stronger than me. ”

Vidrina pondered, and then asked, "You are a human, why should you be a necromancer?"

After listening to her words, the smile on Nimbas's face dissipated little by little, and his eyes suddenly became confused.

Vidnina vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and there was some inexplicable fear.

"It's a story so old that I can barely remember it......" Nimbas muttered to himself.

"I was about 9 or 10 years old when my teacher Stephen found me and took me away to become her apprentice. I remember being terrified, longing to leave home, and rejecting and hating all necromancy ......" Nimbas sat down slowly.

"My teacher, Stephen, loved me as much as a mother loves her son. She didn't force me to learn necromancy, she taught me to learn writing, etiquette, horsemanship, swordsmanship, and she also hugged a lovely Sam for me to raise......" Nimbass, who was caught in the memory, smiled slightly.

"I don't have any friends, just Sam, my sheepdog...... Later, Sam died, and I begged the teacher to resurrect him, but the teacher rejected me, and in order to save Sam, I began to learn necromancy from the teacher......" Nimbas's eyes were cloudy.

"And then, did Sam come back to life?" asked Vidnina.

Nimbas didn't answer her, slowly stood up, glanced at her, and slowly paced away along the riverbank toward the west.

The shadow in the setting sun stretched long, and soon the figure was out of Vidniana's sight.