Deviant Necromancers

The black shadow facing Anfey and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and both went quiet.

"I am just curious why a guardian of Goddess of Nature would be friends with a necromancer? Where are your peers? Did you kill them or kick them out?" Anfey asked calmly.

"You do not need to know any of them," the middle-aged man said coldly. His eyes had a layer of light golden shine and his body started to swell up. There were strong surges of Nature power.

"I actually never liked to talk bulls*^t. I do not know why I am talking so much with you," Anfey said.

"Why?" the man responded with an attitude showing he could care less. His body got bigger and bigger. His face changed as well. The most obvious change was on his nose. His nose did not only get longer, but also grew some bear whiskers. This should be the first step for a druid to transform into a bearman.