C47

As a necromancer, Ron was a little excited that he finally had his own weapon.

The sky had already darkened, and bits of snowflakes were floating in the air. In an unknown cave in the Dark Forest, there was still a faint glow of fire.

Ron was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a focused expression on his face. In front of him was his mentor, Komelin. He looked like a holographic projection, floating in the air like a lump of black gas.

He was not only Ron's mentor in necromancy. He was Ron's most important guide in life, and Ron had learned a lot about life from him, things that were enough for him to live with for the rest of his life.

During the time of the Church of Calamity, a hundred thousand years ago, his status was extremely high. This was not only due to his strength, but also due to his erudite knowledge and knowledge, making him even more respected.

Magic, battle-qi, geography, history, beasts … For Ron, his vast knowledge was like an inexhaustible treasure house, and he benefited greatly from it.

Now, Komelin wanted to teach him the art of forging.

"Set up these bones one by one according to the magic array!" As Hou Meilin spoke, a green ray of light shot towards the center of Ron's brows. In Ron's mind, a magic array immediately appeared.

Ron closed his eyes and carefully observed the magic array. Inside the circle, there were a lot of complicated patterns. On the four sides of the circle, there were four small circles that were independent of the circle.

The Forging Array was a magic array used to forge weapons and equipment. It had the effect of a furnace.

What Ron wanted to do was to arrange one of the magic materials he had collected today — the bones of the strange beasts according to the appearance of the magic array. Even the order couldn't be wrong.

Ron took a deep breath. Suddenly, he grabbed the bones on the ground and began to move his hands as if they were flying. Soon, a magic array had been drawn.

An extremely complicated pattern appeared on the ground in front of Ron. This pattern was exactly the same as the one in his mind. At this moment, the magic array seemed to have come to life as it emitted a faint black light.

"Success?" Ron was stunned by the strange scene in front of him.

"This is only the tip of the magic array. It's still far from success!" "The next step is' Star Plane '. Remember, you can't make a mistake with a single bone!"

"Yes, Grandpa Homerin!"

Ron nodded. He grabbed another bone and inserted it into the magic circle one by one according to the "star position" of the magic array on the ground. According to Komelin, there were hundreds of bones in the magic circle, not a single one could be inserted incorrectly.

The bones in the magic array varied in length, but the bones in every position were fixed in length. The bones that Ron had retrieved from the Chamber of Commerce had different lengths and thickness, so it was obvious that they were not up to standard.

However, this wasn't too difficult for Ron, a necromancer, to use "Skeleton Recovery" to let his bones grow as he wished.

Making this magic array was not an easy task. Ron had been doing it for more than two hours, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, Homelin, who had been staring at Ron, frowned and said, "Wrong to cut in, repeat!"

"That's right?" Ron stared at the magic array in surprise.

"The position isn't wrong, but the sequence is wrong. Try again!" His voice had an unquestionable quality to it. In terms of imparting knowledge, Hou Meilin was like a strict mentor, not caring about face at all. He was almost done with the magic array, but he still had to push it down and start over.

Ron nodded and waved his hand, sending all the bones flying to the side.

"The magic array is a strict job, there is no mistake. You made a mistake with the order of the bone spikes, the array is very simple, you can succeed even if you are wrong, but it will not benefit your growth!" Some large scale magic formations cannot be wrong in their sequence. " Homerin said.

Ron also understood the painstaking efforts of Grandpa Homerin. He was a little depressed, but he did not complain. He picked up a bone and inserted it again.

Perhaps because of the second time, Ron had become so much more adept at maneuvering that his speed was clearly faster than before.

The bone spikes were inserted one by one, standing upright like building blocks. Before long, a magical formation gradually took shape.

Ron put a bone in the last place — the Spine.

At this time, a strange phenomenon occurred. The black magic array emitted a blinding light, illuminating the entire cave until it reached the exterior of the cave.

The strange black energy emitted from the bone spikes and continuously condensed into the Formation Aperture. The power in the Formation Aperture became more and more concentrated, soon turning into a black ball of light. The ball of light was growing bigger and bigger.

"Whooosh."

As the black ball of light grew larger, it left the core of the formation and floated in the air.

"It's a success!" Ron exclaimed, his sweaty face beaming with triumph.

The black ball of light continuously revolved in the air, and the magic formation below continued to provide it with energy.

"It's still too early. At most, I've just completed a magic formation for forging. The most difficult thing to do is to forge!" There was a smile on his face, but he did not forget to splash Ron's cold water.

"Ron, the duration of this magic array is limited. Quickly put the materials in and start forging!" Homerin said.

"Yes sir!" Ron felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately followed Komelin's instructions and threw in the materials one by one.

The first one was the skeleton of a fourth-level beast, a black-backed boar. It was the main ingredient for forging the bone staff.

Ron picked up the black-backed wild boar's skeleton. The black ball of light seemed to have a suction force, directly sucking the material into it.

The black ball of light was transparent, and Ron could clearly see everything that was happening inside. The bones scattered, piece by piece, as if they were floating on water.

"Put your hand on those two round magic formations, and then infuse your soul force. Quickly!" Hou Meilin urged.

Ron didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly put his hand on two of the four round magic formations, and with a thought, he injected his soul power.

At this moment, the Forging Magic Array shone brightly, and traces of its power seeped through the bone spikes on the ground and into the black ball of light. The black ball of light seemed to come alive, and a black flame appeared within.

Ron felt his soul being connected to this black ball of light. Every single movement of this black ball of light was within his control, especially the flame inside, which allowed him to manipulate it as he pleased.

"Concentrate and begin forging!"

"Yes sir!"

Ron nodded. Under his control, the sphere of light began to burn with black flames, roasting the bones of the black-backed wild boar. Soon, the bones began to melt.

"Throw those iron ingots in!" Homerin ordered.

Ron did.

"Increase your soul force. Ron, your firepower is too small now …"

As Ron increased his soul force, the black flames inside became even more powerful, and the iron ingot began to melt, turning into a puddle of molten iron.

The black ball of light emitted a scorching heat, and Ron's head and face were already covered in sweat, dripping onto the ground.

Large amounts of soul force seeped out of his body and was injected into the magic array. The magic array's energy became stronger and brighter.

He followed Komelin's instructions and put the materials into the black ball of light. The black ball of light was like a hodgepodge, all sorts of materials were simply piled together and floated in the air.

A moment later, the material began to coalesce and combine, and gradually, a bone shape appeared in Ron's line of sight.

At that moment, the black ball of light emitted a blinding white light, and then started to shatter.

"Crunch." With a crunch, the black ball of light shattered, and a white-jade-like bone staff appeared, hovering above the magical formation.

"It's a success!" Ron jumped with joy, and then, with a thud, he felt a sharp pain in his head as he hit the ceiling of the cave.

Without caring about the pain, Ron rolled to his feet, grabbed the bone staff from the magic circle, and said excitedly, "Grandpa Huomelin, I've succeeded!"

"Well done!" Komelin's face was full of smiles.

The bone staff was about seven to eight inches long, and there was a strange bulbous protrusion on its tip. The bone staff was as smooth as white jade, and it was cold to the touch. Its surface was covered with a heavy metal-like texture.

As soon as Ron touched the bone cane, he felt a strange power fill his entire body. Just by holding it in his hand, Ron already felt that he had become much stronger, like a warrior. The feeling of holding a kitchen knife and a sword was completely different.

"This is my weapon, a weapon belonging to the Necromancers. When I hold it in my hand, I don't feel any discomfort!"

"Hehe, to be able to succeed on your first forging session is indeed incredible!" Hou Meilin laughed, "However, this bone staff is not very good. It is only an Inferior Grade Weapon. If you have enough materials, you can forge a Middle Grade or higher grade weapon!"

Ron, fondling the bone staff in his hand, felt that it suited him very well in size, weight, and texture, and asked, "What's the name of the bone staff, Grandpa Homerin?"

"This is the lowest quality bone staff, forged from the skeleton of a fourth-level beast, a black-backed wild boar." Hou Meilin chuckled, "This little thing can be made by a lot of people. At that time, we all called it Pig Bone Magic Staff!"

"Pig... Pig bones? " Ron began to sweat profusely. Although it was forged from the bones of a fourth-level beast, a black-backed boar, why did this name sound so weird?

"Ahem …" Seeing the suspicious look in Ron's eyes, Hou Meilin turned serious again, "As for the weapon, as long as it's good and its name isn't too important, there's no need to bother with it!"

"Oh —" Ron nodded doubtfully.

"Let's test its power. I'm sure it will give you a pleasant surprise!" Hou Meilin said with a smile.

"Alright!" Rönn nodded. He held the 'Pig Bone Magic Staff' in his three fingers, as if he was holding a baton. He chanted an incantation and a burst of green light appeared.

"Bone Thrust —"

A green light flashed in Ron's eyes, and with a wave of his hand a bone spike shot out, poof — —, straight into the stone wall, cutting through it like tofu, leaving only a deep hole outside.

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