As a necromancer, he finally had his own weapon, which made Ron, who had been empty-handed, a little excited.
It was already dark, and snowflakes were flying in the air. In an unknown cave in the dark forest, there was still a faint light of fire.
Ron sat cross-legged on the ground with a concentrated expression on his face. In front of him was his mentor Homelin. He was like a projection in the void, floating in space like a cloud of black air.
Homelin is not only a mentor who taught Ron the magic of the undead, he is also the most important guide for Ron on the road of life. Ron has learned a lot of life philosophy from him, and these things are enough for him to use for a lifetime.
Homelin had a very high status in the Church of the Scourge 100,000 years ago, not only because of his strength, but also because of his erudition, which made him more respected.
Magic, fighting spirit, geography, history, exotic beasts... Homelin has dabbled in all kinds of things. For Ron, his vast knowledge is like an inexhaustible treasure house, which has benefited him a lot.
Now, Homelin is going to teach him the art of forging.
"Arrange these bones one by one according to the magic circle on top!" As Homelin spoke, a cyan light shot directly between Ron's eyebrows, and a magic circle immediately appeared in Ron's mind.
Ron closed his eyes and carefully observed the magic circle. The magic circle was a circle, and inside the circle was a piece of extremely complicated lines. On the four sides of the big circle, there were four small round magic circles, independent of the big circle. outside.
The forging array is a magic array used to forge weapons and equipment, which can have the effect of a melting furnace.
What Ron has to do is to arrange one of the magic materials collected today—the bones of strange beasts, one by one according to the shape of the magic circle, and the order can't be wrong.
Ron took a deep breath. Suddenly, he grabbed the bones on the ground and moved his hands like flying. After a while, he carved a magic circle.
An extremely complicated pattern appeared on the ground in front of Ron. This pattern was exactly the same as the pattern in his mind. At this moment, the magic circle seemed to come alive, emitting a faint black light.
"Successful?" Ron was stunned by the strange scene in front of him.
"This is just the cone shape of the magic circle, and it's still far from success!" Homelin said lightly, "The next step is the 'star position'. Remember, you can't make a mistake with a single bone!"
"Yes, Grandpa Homelin!"
Ron nodded, he grabbed a bone again, and inserted the bones in his hand into the magic circle on the ground one by one according to the "star position" of the magic circle on the ground. There are hundreds of bones, and none of them can be wrongly inserted.
The bones in the magic circle are of different lengths, but the length of the bones in each position is fixed. The bones that Ron took back from the Chamber of Commerce were both long and thick, which were obviously unqualified.
But this is not a problem for Ron, who is a necromancer. Using the "skeleton recovery technique" can make the bones grow according to his wishes.
Making this magic circle was not an easy task. Ron worked on it for more than two hours, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead in this cold weather.
At this time, Homelin, who had been staring at Ron, frowned, and said, "Wrong insertion, try again!"
"That's right?" Ron stared at the magic circle for a moment.
"The location is correct, but the order is wrong, start again!" Homelin said lightly, his voice had an unquestionable flavor. In terms of imparting knowledge, Homelin is like a strict mentor, without showing any sympathy. The magic circle is almost completed, and he is asked to start over.
Ron nodded, and with a wave of his hand, all the bones flew up and fell to the side, destroying the results of more than two hours of hard work.
"The magic circle is a rigorous job, and there is no room for any mistakes. You made a mistake in the order of the bone spurs. This magic circle is relatively simple, and you can succeed if you make a mistake, but it is not very good for your growth! Some large magic circles , the order cannot be wrong at all," Homelin said.
Ron also understood Grandpa Homelin's painstaking efforts. Although he was a little frustrated, he didn't complain. He picked up a bone and inserted it again.
Perhaps it was because the second time, Ron's technique was much more proficient, and his speed was significantly faster than before.
Bone spurs were inserted and erected one by one, like building blocks. After a while, a magic circle gradually took shape.
Ron put a bone in the last spot - the eye.
At this time, the vision happened, and the black magic circle emitted a dazzling light, which illuminated the entire cave, and the light penetrated straight out of the cave.
The bone spurs emit a trace of black strange power, and the power continues to condense towards the eye of the formation. The power in the eye of the formation gathers more and more, and soon becomes a black light ball, which is expanding and getting bigger and bigger.
"Hoo-" a sound.
The black light ball became bigger, it broke away from the eye of the formation, and floated up.
"Success!" Ron exclaimed, with the joy of success on his sweaty face.
The black ball of light is constantly spinning in the air, and the magic circle below is continuously supplying it with energy.
"It's still early. At best, this is just a forging magic circle, and the next step is the hardest part—forging!" Homelin had a smile on his face, but he still didn't forget to pour Ron cold water.
"Ron, the duration of this magic circle is limited. Hurry up, throw the materials in and start forging!" Homelin said.
"Yes!" Ron shuddered, and immediately followed Homelin's instructions, throwing in the collected materials one by one.
The first one is the bone of the black-backed wild boar, a level four beast, which is the main material for forging the bone staff.
Ron picked up the black-backed wild boar's skeleton, and the black ball of light seemed to have suction, directly sucking the material in his hand into it.
The black ball of light is transparent, and Ron can see all the movements inside clearly. I can see these bones spread out, piece by piece, as if floating on the water.
"Put your hands on those two small round magic circles, and then inject soul power, quick!" Homelin urged.
Ron didn't dare to neglect, he quickly put his hands on two of the four small circle magic circles, and then injected soul power with a thought.
At this time, the forging magic circle was full of light, and a trace of power penetrated into the black light ball through the bone spurs on the ground. The black light ball seemed to come alive, and a black flame appeared inside.
Ron only felt that his soul was connected with this black ball of light. Every move of this black light ball was under his control, especially the flame inside, which he could manipulate as he wished.
Homelin said, "Concentrate and start forging!"
"Yes!"
Ron nodded. Under his control, black flames flourished in the ball of light, roasting the skeleton of the black-backed wild boar. After a while, the skeleton showed signs of melting.
"Throw those iron ingots in!" Homelin ordered.
Ron complied.
"Increase your soul power, Ron, your current firepower is too small..."
Ron increased his soul power, the black flame inside became stronger, and the iron ingots began to melt, turning into a puddle of molten iron.
The black ball of light emitted a fiery high temperature, and Ron's head and face were already covered with beads of sweat, dripping to the ground.
A large amount of soul power leaked out from the body and injected into the magic circle. The energy of the magic circle became stronger and brighter.
Following Homelin's instructions, he put the materials one by one into the black light ball, and in the black light ball, it was like a hodgepodge, all kinds of materials were simply piled together and floated in the air.
After a while, these materials began to condense and combine, and gradually, a bone-like thing appeared in Ron's sight.
At this moment, the black ball of light emitted a dazzling white light, and then began to shatter.
With a "click—" the black ball of light shattered, and a bone staff like white jade floated above the magic circle.
"Successful!" Ron jumped up happily. At this moment, with a sound of "boom-", he felt a pain in his head, and it turned out that he had hit the ceiling of the cave.
Regardless of the pain, Ron got up, grabbed the bone staff from the magic circle, and said excitedly, "Grandpa Homelin, I succeeded!"
"Good job!" Homelin's face was full of smiles.
The bone staff is about seven or eight inches long, with a strange ball-like protrusion on the top, and a few spikes scattered on it. The body of the staff is as smooth as white jade, cold to the touch, and the surface is full of thick metal texture.
As soon as Ron got the bone staff, he felt a strange power all over his body. Just holding it in his hand, Ron already felt that he was much stronger, like a warrior holding a kitchen knife and a sword. The feel of the two in the hand is completely different.
"It's amazing—" Ron sighed, "This is my weapon, a weapon belonging to a necromancer, and I don't feel any discomfort when I hold it in my hand!"
"Hehe, it's really good to be forged successfully for the first time!" Homelin laughed, "But this bone staff is not so good, it's just a low-grade weapon. If you have enough materials, you can forge a medium-grade weapon." Or top-tier weapons!"
Ron fondly played with the bone staff in his hand. He just felt that the size, weight, and texture of this little thing were very suitable for him. He asked, "Grandpa Homelin, what's the name of this bone staff?"
"This is the lowest-grade bone staff, forged from the bones of the black-backed wild boar of the fourth-level beast..." Homelin chuckled, "Many people can make this little thing, and we called it the pig bone staff back then! "
"Pig... pig bones?" Ron was sweating profusely when he heard it. Although it was forged from the bones of the black-backed wild boar, a level 4 alien beast, why did the name sound so strange.
"Cough..." Seeing Ron's suspicious gaze, Homelin returned to his serious expression, "As long as the weapon is easy to use, the name is not too important, so don't worry about it!"
"Oh—" Ron nodded dubiously.
"Try its power, I think it will surprise you!" Homelin said with a smile.
"Okay!" Ron nodded. He pinched the "pig bone staff" with three fingers, as if holding a baton, muttering words, and a burst of blue light appeared.
"Bone spur—"
Ron's eyes were full of blue light, and a bone spur shot out with a wave of his hand, and it plunged straight into the stone wall with a "porf-" sound, and went in like cutting tofu, leaving only a deep hole outside. small hole.