"Um..."
When Ian asked about the location of the Necromancer, the man seemed troubled.
Ian couldn't help but slightly frown upon seeing this, and Ariella’s face was a little rigid as she awaited a response.
The man sighed once and bowed his head slightly.
"I apologize for repeatedly bringing up apologies today. We do not have an exact grasp of where the Necromancer has gone."
"We're screwed."
Ariella bluntly said that.
Ian couldn't help but chuckle at her words, which were not quite suited for the situation, and nodded his head.
Her words were correct.
The expression 'screwed' was accurate.
The lone Necromancer was like an army.
The Necromancer could create tens of thousands of soldiers.
His existence could be described as a walking army.
Not knowing where such an existence was, was like not knowing who had a bomb that would explo...
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