There were surprisingly many bandits. Having quickly dealt with one, I was already rushing to the next enemy, when an arrow hit my mask, only knocking it up, closing my vision and revealing a jubilant smile.
The feeling of someone's life ending, and the blood that seeped through my teeth, and the taste of which I now clearly felt.
I didn't see it, but somehow I knew where there was movement, where my next victim was.
Due to the thick fog, every wound was fatal to the enemy.
"HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!
I burst into unrestrained laughter, the feeling of spreading transformation already on the fingers of both hands gave me confidence.
- Dog death!
The feeling of pain was dulled, I fought and laughed, that's it, the feeling of invincibility.
Even if my vision is blocked, being a necromancer, my attack will always find a target!
Rushing at almost every sound, my body, even covered with light wounds from head to toe, was ready to continue the battle.
Healing, ice darts, fireballs, everything was conjured by an undefeated necromancer.
Until... the sounds died down. And from the side, I heard the sound of faint, cautious footsteps keeping their distance from me.
With a simple movement of my hand, I began to smoothly return the slid mask to its place, in the inner part of which blood was flowing, which had so inappropriately entered the eye.
And at the same moment, the pain returned, wiping my itchy eye, I reached my hand to my shoulder, pulling out a long arrow. While the wounds on the black hands began to heal on their own.
"Treatment"
Quickly glancing at the source of the noise, it became clear that the swordsman and the magician were still alive, and the first of the two was winding circles.
After examining the situation, I realized that I was standing surrounded by several corpses, still holding a piece of meat from someone's throat.
The swordsman slightly suppressed his wariness and stared with his not-so-intelligent gaze at the bandits apparently defeated by them.
Alive…
- Soft-bodied.
I cut off, taking a blunt sword and sliced through everyone's neck.
Swordsman: - But…
I shook the blood in his direction to keep quiet.
It's time to search the bags of goods that have been going around for a long time.
Fortunately, there were no complaints…
The bandits didn't have many things, but I took the weapons, some money and parts of the armor, they don't need them anymore.
Seeing the sluggishness or rather unwillingness of the adventurers to touch the corpses of those they had defeated, my deft hands collected the profit from them.
Still feeling the pain, I applied the treatment on myself again and began to wipe the blood, complaining about my carelessness, as well as praising the leather underarm. And finally I noticed that the "wounds" were healing not only on me, but also on the clothes and armor themselves.
It's like some "Seamstress God" is fixing my equipment during the treatment.
I decided to get a couple of my books and notebooks after starting to remember…