"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"
Conical projectiles pierced the air at high speed, emitting a bizarre wail, like strange birds sweeping across the sky.
The racket was immediately caught by the Necromancer leading his team through the swamp to execute an encircling maneuver.
Mounted on a Skeleton War Horse, the Necromancer tilted up his head, his gloomy hood gleaming with a cold blue Spiritual Fire. Despite his withered skin like that of a mummy, the features of his face were faintly discernible.
One could tell from his lofty nose bridge and deep-set eye sockets that this fellow was a Northerner in life.
Unlike the other Necromancers' desiccated frames, this one's broad physique was preserved even after his resurrection, which made him look exceptionally odd. Moreover, unlike other Necromancers, this one wore a sharp Bone Knife for close combat at his waist.
This made him seem more like a Netherworld Knight than a Necromancer.
