Cataclysmic Transformation

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As a necromancer, he finally has his own weapon, which makes Ron, who has been empty-handed, a little excited.

It was already dark, and a little snowflake fluttered in the air, and there was still a faint light in an unknown cave in the dark forest. [Search for the latest updates at

Ron sat cross-legged on the ground with a focused expression. In front of him was his mentor Khomelin, who was like a projection of the void, floating like a black air in the space.

Khomelin is not only a mentor who teaches Ron ’s undead magic, he is also Ron ’s most important guide on his life path. Ron has learned a lot of life philosophies in him. These things are enough for his life.

Khomelin's status at the time of the Scourge Church 100,000 years ago was extremely high, not only because of his strength, but also because of his knowledge and respect.

Magic, fighting spirit, geography, history, strange animals ... Homerlin has everything involved. For Ron, his vast knowledge is like an inexhaustible treasure trove, which has greatly benefited him.

Now, Huo Meilin wants to teach him the skill of forging.

"Put these bones together according to the magic circle above!" Khomelin said, a blue light directly hit Ron's eyebrow, and a magic circle appeared in Ron's mind.

Ron closed his eyes and carefully observed the magic circle. The magic circle showed a circular shape. Inside the circle, there was a very complicated pattern. In the four sides of the great circle, there were four small circular magic arrays, independent of the great circle. Outside.

The forging formation is a magic formation for forging weapons and equipment, which can achieve the general effect of melting furnace.

What Ron had to do was to arrange one of the magical materials received today, the skeletons of the beasts, in the same way as the magic circle, even in the right order.

Ron took a deep breath. Suddenly, he grabbed the bones on the ground and flew his hands. After a while, he portrayed 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 time, the magic array seemed to be alive, emitting a faint black light.

"Successful?" Ron was stunned by the strange sight before him.

"This is just the cone of the Magic Array, and it's too early to succeed!" Khomelin said lightly. "The next step is the" star position ". Remember, you can't make a mistake with a bone!"

"Yes, Grandma Homelin!"

Ron nodded, and he grabbed a bone again, according to the "star position" of the magic circle on the ground, and inserted the bones in the hand one by one into the magic circle on the ground. According to the meaning of Khomelin, this magic circle totaled Hundreds of bones, one can't be inserted wrong.

The bones in the magic circle are of different lengths, but the length of the bones in each position is fixed. The bones recovered by Ron from the Chamber of Commerce are all long and thin, obviously unqualified.

However, this is not difficult for Ron, who has become a necromancer. Using "skeletal restoration" can make the bone grow according to his own wishes.

It was not an easy job to get this magic circle. Ron spent more than two hours. During these nine cold days, there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

At this time, Khomelin, who had been staring at Ron, frowned, and said, "The wrong insertion, come again!"

"Yes?" Ron stared at the magic circle.

"The position is correct, but the order is wrong, come back!" Homelin said lightly, his voice having an unquestionable taste. In terms of imparting knowledge, Khomelin was like a strict mentor, and he didn't talk about it at all. The magic circle was almost completed, and he was forced to make a comeback.

Ron nodded and waved his hand, all the bones of @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html all flew up and landed on the side, and the results of the hard work for more than two hours were destroyed.

"The magic circle is a rigorous job. You can't make any mistakes. You have made the wrong order of the bone spurs. This magic circle is relatively simple. It can be successful if it is wrong, but it is not good for your growth! Some large magic circles , The order is not wrong at all, "Khomelin said.

Ron also understood the pains of Grandma Khomelin. Although he was a bit depressed, he did not complain, picked up a bone, and plugged it in again.

Maybe it was because the second time, Ron was much more skilled, and he was significantly faster than before.

A bone spur was inserted and erected, like a building block, and a short time later, a magic array gradually formed.

Ron inserted a bone in the last position—an eye.

At this time, a vision occurred, and the black magic array emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the whole cave brightly, and the light penetrated out of the cave.

Each bone spur emits a strange black power, and the power continues to condense to the array of eyes. The more power in the array of eyes gathers, the more it becomes a black sphere of light. The sphere of light expands and becomes larger and larger.

"Call--"

The black sphere of light became larger, it flew away from its eyes and floated.

"Successful!" Ron exclaimed, the sweaty face with the joy of success.

The black sphere of light is constantly spinning in the air, and the magic array below is constantly supplying its energy.

"It's still early. At best, it's just completed a forging magic circle. The hardest thing is below-forging!" Khomelin smiled on his face, but he didn't forget to splash cold water.

"Ron, the duration of this magic circle is limited. Quickly, put the material in and start forging!" Khomelin said.

"Yes!" Ron sighed in his heart, and immediately followed Hommering's instructions, throwing in the collected materials one by one.

The first one is the skeleton of the fourth-level beast blackback wild boar, which is the main material for forging bone rods.

Ron picked up the skeleton of the black-backed wild boar. The black sphere of light seemed to have suction power, directly sucking the material in his hand directly.

The black sphere of light is transparent, and all the movements inside Ron can be seen clearly, only to see that these bones are scattered, one by one as if floating on the water.

"Put your hand on those two small magic circles, and then inject soul power, quickly!" Khomelin urged.

Ron did not dare to neglect, he quickly put his hands on two of the four small magic circles, and then moved his mind, injecting soul power.

At this time, the forging magic array was a masterpiece of light, and a trace of power penetrated into the black sphere through the bone spurs on the ground. The black sphere seemed to come alive, and a black flame appeared in it.

Ron only felt that his soul was connected to this black sphere of light. The movement of this black sphere of light was within his grasp, especially the flame inside, which allowed him to manipulate as he wanted.

Khomelin said, "Concentrate and start forging!"

"Yes!"

Ron nodded, and under his control, the black flames raged 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!" Khomelin ordered.

Ron did so.

"Increase soul power, Ron, your current firepower is too small ..."

Ron increased the power of the soul, the black flame inside became stronger, and the iron ingot began to melt into a pool of molten iron.

The black ball of light exuded a scorching heat, and Ron's head was covered with sweat on his face, dripping to the ground.

A large amount of soul power penetrates from the body and is injected into the magic circle. The energy of the magic circle is getting stronger and stronger, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

He followed the instructions of Khomelin and put the materials into the black spheres one by one. The black spheres were like a hodgepodge. Various 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.

"Click—" A black light ball shattered, and a white jade-like bone wand floated above the magic circle.

"Successful!" Ron jumped happily. At this moment, "Boom--", he felt a headache in his head, and it hit the top of the hole.

Ron couldn't care about the pain. He crawled up, grabbed the bone scepter from the magic circle, and said excitedly, "Grandpa Khomelin, I succeeded!"

"Good job!" Khomelin's face was full of smiles.

The bone cane is about seven or eight inches long, with a singular ball-shaped protrusion on the top, scattered with a few spikes, the cane is as smooth as white jade, and it is cold to start with.

As soon as Ron's bone stick started, he felt a strange power spread all over his body, just holding it in his hand. Ron had already felt a lot stronger, like a warrior, holding a kitchen knife and a sword The feeling in hand is completely different.

"It's awesome—" Ron sighed. "This is my weapon, belonging to the Necromancer's weapon. It's in my hands without any discomfort!"

"Oh, the first forging was successful, really good!" Khomelin smiled, "but this bone rod is not very good, just a low-grade weapon, if there is enough material, you can forge middle-class Or above-grade weapons! "

Ron loved to play with the bone stick in his hand. He only felt that the little thing was very suitable for his size, weight, and texture. He asked, "Grandpa Khomelin, what is the name of this bone stick?"

"This is the most inferior bone stick, forged from the bones of the fourth-level beast black back wild boar ..." Khomelin chuckled. "Many people will do this little thing. At that time, we called it the bone bone staff. ! "

"Pig ... pork bone?" Ron heard a sweat, although it was forged from the skeleton of the fourth-level beast black-backed wild boar, but how does the name sound so strange.

"Cough ..." After seeing Ron's suspicious look, Khomelin regained his serious look. "Weapon, it's easy to use. The name doesn't matter much. Don't worry about this!"

"Oh—" Ron nodded suspiciously.

"Try its power, I think it will surprise you!" Khomelin said with a smile.

"Okay!" Ron nodded. He pinched the "pork bone staff" with his three fingers, like holding a baton. There were words in his mouth, and a cyan light appeared.

"Bone Spur--"

Ron's eyes were blue, and a bone spur waved out with his hand. "Porch-" was inserted straight into the stone wall and entered like a tofu, leaving only a deep outside Deep little hole.