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Chapter 93 Matthew's Summoning of the Skeleton Warrior

Meanwhile, in the adjacent 12th district.

Silves stood under an ancient tree, his black robes swaying gently in the breeze.

Standing before him were the captains of two other squads—the captain of squad 34 was a dwarf warrior with a full beard, and the captain of squad 35 was a human paladin wearing chainmail.

Not far behind them, the winter wolf "Frostfang" was lying on a meadow, contentedly resting with its eyes closed. Its massive body was comparable to that of a bison on the Pampas, and its pure white fur shimmered softly in the light filtering through the trees.

"Splitting into two teams?" The dwarf captain's eyes widened, his gruff voice filled with disbelief. "Captain Sylvester, you're not joking, are you?"

The paladin captain frowned as well: "The reason the three squads were combined into one is to concentrate our forces to deal with danger. If we split them into two squads, our combat power will be dispersed, and the risk will increase."

A slight smile played at the corners of Silver's mouth beneath his hood.

"It's impossible for one team to complete the exploration mission in three days," he said calmly, his voice carrying a cold edge. "You've all seen the area of ​​Sector 12; it's even larger than Sector 11. There simply isn't enough time to explore it together."

He unfolded the map and pointed to the area marked on it.

"You two teams combine and scout eastward. I'll scout westward alone." Sylvester paused, then added, "If you encounter any danger, release the signal flare, and I'll come to your rescue."

He smiled, his eight snow-white teeth standing out prominently in the shadow of his hood.

"Don't worry, we're a team after all."

The dwarf captain and the paladin captain looked at each other in bewilderment.

They chose Silves as captain because of his status as a genius mage from the Royal Academy and his level 2 professional skill. With such a strong leader, the team's safety would be much higher.

Unexpectedly, the captain's first order after taking office was to split into teams, and the captain himself was to act alone!

"But..." the paladin captain wanted to say something more.

"That's settled then." Silvers put away the map. "Let's move out now. Remember, red fireworks mean a call for help. I'll be there as soon as I see them."

He said no more and turned to walk towards the winter wolf.

The dwarf captain and the paladin captain exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness and confusion in each other's eyes. But they also knew that once the necromancer made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

"Let's go," the dwarf captain sighed. "At least he promised to come to our aid."

The two teams merged into one and began their march toward the eastern half of the zone.

Once their figures had completely disappeared into the forest, Silvers gently patted the winter wolf's big head.

"Let's go, Frostfang."

Winter Wolf opened his eyes.

Its icy blue eyes were like two solidified gems, devoid of wildness, yet radiating an almost intelligent agility. When it looked at Silves, its gaze even carried a hint of husky-like eagerness.

This winter wolf is no ordinary magical beast.

Ten years ago, on Silvers' tenth birthday, his father gave him Frosttooth, who was still a cub, as a gift.

That year, a rare mutant appeared in the winter wolf pack of the North. Its fur was pure whiter, its size was larger, and its intelligence far surpassed that of its kind.

The Silves family is a renowned bloodline sorcerer family in the North, with a noble bloodline that has been blessed with frost affinity for centuries.

The family members were all sorcerers, except for Sylvester, who showed amazing necromancy talent at the age of six.

The first mage was born in the bloodline family, and he was a necromancer with extraordinary talent.

The family's support for him had reached an unprecedented level. Frostfang, a rare magical beast cub, was just one part of their vast resources.

After ten years together, Sylvester and Frostfang have developed a tacit understanding that transcends ordinary contracts. Often, they don't need words; a glance or a gesture is enough for them to understand each other's intentions.

"I have two goals for today," Sylvester said softly, as if speaking to Frostfang, or perhaps to himself. "To collect the corpses and souls of demonic creatures, and to practice the second-circle summoning spells I've learned."

Frostfang let out a low growl, indicating that it understood.

Silves raised his staff.

This is a staff made of pale bonewood, with a dark purple soul gem set at its tip. The staff is covered with intricate necromantic runes, which gleam faintly in the dim light of the forest.

He began chanting a spell.

The voice was deep and rhythmic, each syllable seemingly carrying weight, stirring visible black ripples in the air. It was necromantic energy gathering and responding.

The soul gem at the tip of the staff glowed with a ghostly purple light.

【Matthew's Summoning of Skeleton Warriors】.

This is a second-level advanced necromancy summoning spell. Its creator, Master Matthew, was a renowned necromancy genius from a century ago. He improved upon the traditional [Summon Skeleton Warrior] spell, making the summoned skeleton warriors at least 30% stronger than the original.

Of course, powerful spells often come at a price.

This spell has two major drawbacks: First, it is extremely difficult to learn, requiring a high degree of affinity with necromancy and a talent for spellcasting. Many people copy the spell scrolls but never master it in their lifetime.

Secondly, there are expensive royalties—every time a spell is cast, a fee must be paid to the Magic Network.

As the last syllable of Sylvester fell, the staff pointed forward.

Four pale beams of light rose from the ground.

In the light, four tall skeletons slowly took shape.

The first skeleton wields a two-handed greatsword, its frame is robust, and black energy threads are wrapped around its joints; the second skeleton holds a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, its posture is steady.

The third skeleton wielded a massive battle axe, its blade shrouded in a faint chill; the fourth skeleton carried a bone bow on its back and had a quiver hanging from its waist.

The four skeleton warriors had eerie blue flames burning in their eye sockets.

They stood neatly in front of Sylvester, like well-trained soldiers.

But almost at the same time, "Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong!"

Four crisp notification sounds rang in Sylvester's mind.

That was a royalty notification from MagicNet.

Using the "Matthew's Summon Skeleton Warrior" spell requires a royalty payment of 6 silver coins.

Using the "Matthew's Summon Skeleton Warrior" spell requires a royalty payment of 6 silver coins.

Four summons, four prompts.

"24 silver coins..." Silvers' lips twitched, and a bitter smile appeared on his face under the hood.

Although they have a powerful family backing them up, they can afford to use this spell, but the cost of 24 silver coins each time it is cast is indeed quite expensive.

Each summon lasts for 1 hour, and royalties must be paid again for each subsequent summon.

"Hopefully it's worth the price." Silvers looked at the four skeleton warriors.

Their performance certainly justifies the price.

The normal skeleton warriors have a challenge level of only 1/2, but the skeleton warriors summoned in the modified version, although their challenge level has not broken through to 1, have been comprehensively enhanced in the three core attributes of strength, agility, and constitution.

The skeleton warrior wielding a two-handed greatsword is estimated to have a strength attribute of 9; the sword and shield skeleton has excellent defensive capabilities; the battle axe skeleton has strong burst damage; and the bone bow skeleton's ranged support capabilities should not be underestimated.

More importantly, these four skeleton warriors are "elite" templates—their bones are more resilient, their soul fire is more stable, and their combat instincts are more outstanding.

"Set off."

Silves waved his staff.

The four skeleton warriors immediately sprang into action, forming a diamond formation to protect Sylvester in the center. The two-handed greatsword skeleton was in front, the sword and shield skeleton on the left, the battle axe skeleton on the right, and the bone bow skeleton behind.

Frostfang stood up, its massive body resembling a small war chariot. It walked to Sylvester's side, its icy blue eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

A black-robed necromancer, a giant winter wolf, and four pale skeletons.

The group moves through the gray forest, creating a scene that is both eerie and harmonious.

Silvers's goal was clear: to venture deeper into the western half of the region and find the demon's lair.

He needs demon corpses as necromancy experiment materials, demon souls for spell research, and also practical experience to practice his newly mastered second-circle necromancy spells.

As for the other two teams...

Silvers did promise to go to the rescue, but only after he had accomplished his own goals. If there was a time conflict or the distance was too far, then it was up to fate.

In the gray forest, everyone must take responsibility for their choices.