Along the way, many villagers slowly emerged indifferent, as you followed Ethan Smith and West Hill.
"Has the power of the local necromancer really become so formidable that even soldiers stationed for an invasion of this level don't react?"
West Hill looked very pale; she had never witnessed such a terrifying scene.
All the humans had turned into puppets, staring at them with white eyes. Those with weaker mental fortitude would have collapsed directly.
"No, he doesn't have the power to kill these humans. That necromancer only used the lowest level of suggestion to control them and can't even make them attack."
After leaving the circle of people, Ethan Smith finally had the energy to carefully observe these people's actions.
Seeing that they were not attacking him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hello, sir, has something like this happened before?"
Ethan Smith grabbed the hand of an elderly man yet to be controlled and asked.
