Beast Tamer, Wither Skeleton's Storm Journey

When Silla was rushing towards the Woodland Mansion, a group of summoners were sitting upright in a meeting room on the third floor of the Woodland Mansion.

Outside the meeting room, two mutant guards stood at the door, wearing iron armor, holding giant enchanted iron axes, and standing straight.

A witch dressed in dark black and wearing a tall witch hat walked into the conference room, ignoring the two tall guards. She had a delicate face under her golden hair and her bright eyes swept across the conference room.

The witch in black robes did not make a sound, but her high heels made a thudding sound as they stepped on the carpet and the dark oak boards, and she quickly walked to the deputy seat.

Not long after the witch sat down, a man wearing a tall black hat, dark black pants, and a long black windbreaker appeared.

With grayish-white skin, scarlet eyes, and a circle of yellow magic patterns on his head, he appeared silently at the door of the conference room.

"Welcome, Master Apostle!"

When the guard standing guard outside the meeting room saw this figure, his body stiffened instantly, his eyes looked forward with determination, his breathing became rapid, and he shouted loudly as if he had seen his idol.

"Well, stand still!"

The Apostle of Disaster raised his left hand wearing a black leather glove and waved it, then walked casually into the conference room, his leather shoes stepping on the carpet, slowly but forcefully.

"Welcome, Master Apostle!"

As soon as the oppressive figure entered the meeting room, everyone inside stood up and bowed their heads to him in submission.

"Okay, everyone."

The apostle walked to the main seat in the conference room, and the stool was pulled by an invisible force.

The apostle sat down, relaxed his hands, leaned back on the chair, raised the brim of his hat with his right hand, and looked at everyone standing in front of him.

"Sit down."

As the apostle's calm voice spread throughout the conference room, everyone lowered their heads and sat down.

"I called you here this time because of the king's new order!"

The apostle spoke, his red eyes looking at the table in front of him. As the power of magic floated, a pattern drawn by magic appeared on the huge conference table.

"The human kingdom of Tros has decided to wage war against us, with the goal of destroying the minions of Hell."

The Apostle of Disaster said this and smiled to himself. Even his tone was slightly amused, which made him look very scary.

"The king has given the order. We must take the initiative to attack, break the encirclement of the human army, and carve out a piece of the sky that belongs to us."

The summoners around were all excited and looked very excited, but they kept silent and watched the Apostle of Disaster.

"And more!" The Apostle of Disaster spoke again, and the surrounding summoners instantly became obedient, waiting for his next words.

"The King asked us to pay attention to a group of people, a tall iron golem, a chicken snake, a girl, and a black skeleton."

"When you see these people, don't hesitate to arrest them if you can survive."

The Disaster Apostle finished speaking, stood up, walked towards the door, and issued tasks to everyone.

"The first and second raider battalions will leave directly and attack the nearest Sulan City. The third and fourth battalions will surround the entire Sulan City from both wings."

"There has just been a riot there, the guards are empty, and the people are living in poverty. It is the easiest place to break through and collapse."

"Just leave one team behind to guard the Woodland Mansion."

"That's all. You should stay prepared for any eventuality!"

After the Apostle of Disaster finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot along with the flash of lightning outside the window.

After the Apostle of Disaster left, the summoners and witches immediately stood up and recited loudly:

"Farewell, Master Apostle!"

After waiting for three minutes, the people in the conference room left one by one. Outside the conference room, a summoner stopped the black-robed witch.

"Ms. Nessa, can you give us three more bottles of mutation potion?"

The witch called Nessa raised her eyebrows and asked in a childish, sweet voice that was totally inconsistent with her appearance.

"Don't you already have ten mutant units in your First Battalion? Do you really think I can supply you with a wholesale supply of mutation potions?"

The summoner smiled awkwardly.

"Ms. Nessa, we are going to attack the city this time, so we will naturally need more mutagenic potions."

This is a good reason, but the witch Nessa shook her head

"Let me tell you this. It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's mainly because we have run out of raw materials."

"Either you go and catch some mutants, or go find the Weeping Obsidian, otherwise there won't be a single bottle."

The witch Nessa left after she finished speaking. The summoner's expression changed, but he sighed and chased after her.

"Ms. Nessa, could you give me some more effective potions..."

.....

The sky gradually darkens, and the moonlight shines down

On the other side, in the deep oak forest, Silla and Su Mingli were on their way to the location of the woodland mansion.

The Apostle of Disaster appeared on the top of a tree in the distance, with red light flashing in his eyes, staring at Silla and muttering to himself

"Is this the special person that the 'King' was talking about, the one who can make the Hell Gate?"

"Are you dragging your feet like this just to wait for the three burdens behind you? Do you want to..."

The 'king' mentioned by the Disaster Apostle seemed to have another meaning, but in the end he did not make a move.

"Forget it, he will definitely open the gates of hell and go to hell, so it's better not to make things more complicated."

The messenger of disaster muttered to himself, his figure became illusory, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Silla also sensed something and looked suddenly towards the place where the Apostle of Disaster disappeared, but found nothing and shook his head in confusion.

“Silla, what did you find?”

Su Mingli saw Silla turning back suddenly, and followed Silla's gaze, but naturally saw nothing.

"I feel a sense of being watched, maybe I'm overthinking..."

Silla briefly explained, took out the diamond sword, used it as a fire stick, and killed the spider in front of him.

[Eat the spider to get 'Sense 2'＜0/10＞]

Watching the withering corruption eat up all the spiders, Silla hurried forward

"It's almost dawn, let's set up camp and explore again tomorrow."

Silla looked at the nearby forest mansion on the map, and the surrounding buildings, stuck the diamond sword into the ground, and turned to look at Su Mingli beside him.

"Yeah, that's fine."

Sila is going to study law today, it won't be too late to go after I finish my studies

With the help of Brasse, the cave was dug quickly. After placing Brasse and Snowball in the cave, Silla and Su Mingli went offline.

Brasse watched the man and the skeleton in front of him disappear like a dead object, staring blankly at the cave entrance that was sealed, leaving only a hole.

Snowball was sleeping in the cave, having walked for several days, but he was exhausted.

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Reality, morning

Su Mingli woke up in the bedroom as usual. Silla beside him had already turned into a withered skeleton, holding Su Fengxiao's spear and looking at him.

"looking at what?"

"Looking at the enchanted light."

Silla played with Su Fengxiao's spear. This kind of light could only be seen by Silla and Su Mingli, and could not be seen in the real world.

"By the way, what do the inscriptions you have here look like?"

When Su Mingli heard Silla ask this, he recalled the contents of the book and said

"Just like carving runes, there will be special rune masters who use very rare materials to carve runes on weapons, but there is a chance of failure."

"Runes can connect the great way of heaven and earth, and even touch the rules."

"The next level is to give weapons intelligence, engrave formations, and draw talismans to form a chapter."

After hearing Su Mingli's explanation, Silla understood. Isn't this just making a wish? Write on the weapon and see if God is willing to grant it.