One of the knights on a wyvern quickly approached Clopeh. The knight was staring at him through the helmet, however, Clopeh only saw the wyvern that the knight was riding.

Screeeech-

The wyvern let out a screech as it shook its head left and right. It seemed as if it was afraid.

Fear.

That word made Clopeh look past the approaching skeletons. He was looking at the large black Bone Dragon. This dead Dragon was making the wyverns afraid.

Clopeh lowered his head.

�Grrrrr.�

He looked at the mutant wyvern he was riding on. This one was baring its fangs toward the Bone Dragon. It was acting as if it was looking at a prey.

Clopeh tightly clenched on the reins around the wyvern�s neck.

�Captain-nim!�

Clopeh started to speak as the knight called out to him once more.

�It is a necromancer.�

The long-lost necromancers were the only ones who could do such a thing.

��A necromancer? Such a cursed existence��!�

The subordinate was shocked, but Clopeh quickly turned around. The subordinate stared at Clopeh before stepping back.

Clopeh could see the smiling red-haired man. That smile angered Clopeh.

�That bitch is not a hero.�

A hero would never draw in a necromancer that uses dead mana.

Clang.

Clopeh took his sword out of the scabbard. Aura began to flow out of his sword.

Sword master Clopeh.

He used his aura as he started to shout.

�Snap out of it!�

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