Lament of the Dead

He is an elf wizard who is as gentle and gentle as water. He is a pyromancer as brilliant and dazzling as flames. After each of them practiced separately with lofty ideals, when they reunited a few years later, he was already a necromancer whose hands were stained with blood for revenge for his old friend. The necromancer, with his skeleton servants and rotten corpses, waved his hands to keep the elves away for thousands of miles. "As a light elf, don't get too close to a filthy necromancer like me." "What are you thinking about? The hymn-singing elves come to sing songs of purification for me, the Dark Curse Master? Have you lost your head?" "Let's go. You shouldn't trust humans too much." "... Get out." The elf smiled bitterly and said nothing. When people's greed burns into cruel war, and when it's all over, the elves stand covered in blood on a battlefield littered with corpses. "Now, you see, I'm actually no different from you."