“There’s no point of joining the Hermes Guild since they wouldn’t even treat us as real members.”
Even if they joined the guild the situation would not change. Even if they were in a certain area, they would prevent them from hunting. The entire center of the continent could be considered the Hermes Guild. Those that were Necromancers were afraid at this time. Helen was fed up and said.
“I would have prefer that we died while fighting.”
They didn’t even get to kill anything and they were upset by the fact that they dropped items on death. They looked around the users in the valley.
“But what do you say? You want to go fight them?”
“Fight?”
“I want show them something that would make them shake in fear.”
They wanted to show that the Necromancer power was superior but they could not. It was like trying to break a rock with an egg, where they were the egg and the Hermes Guild was the rock. They were be ready to fight against the undead and there was no reason why they would not watch for their movements. The major disadvantage of the Necromancers is that it took time to summon undead. They needed a large number of corpses and they need to hunt a lot. Even if they attacked the Hermes Guild, it wouldn’t be noticeable and their death would be insignificant. Instead of causing any significant damage, they would likely not even care about it.
Marein just laughed and said.
“Just wait and we’ll be fine.”
They asked hopefully since he was relatively famous.
“Do you have a mission?”
“I’ll keep watching for good news.”
Many users suffered a number of different kinds of situations. There would be no one that would beat Weed in deception. An unmatched intolerant mind!
He had obviously not learned such things like reconciliation, forgiveness or tolerance from grade school. Weed was someone that never forgets no matter how long he had to wait and alway return his aggression back several fold.