Crockta’s party set up camp near Nameragon.1

Tiyo was fiddling with the General as he envisioned a new design for it in his head. Its upgraded form, the Vulcan, was able to fire hundreds of magic bullets at once, but Tiyo wanted to develop the General further and have it exert destructive power like the cannon Xantimur had shown him. However, things didn’t seem to be going well.1

Tiyo stared at the General, focusing all of his energy on it.0

“It’s tough,” he muttered.0

Then Tiyo shifted his gaze to Anor, who was playing with a piece of bone beside him.1

Anor had received a few bones from the lich in the Black Forest. The lich had advised him to handle them every day and practice wielding his necromancy power. Anor wasn’t sure what sort of animal bones they were, but as soon as Anor injected power into them, they seemed to come alive and ran around in circles. One bone even ran over to Anor and rubbed against him like a dog would, so Anor surmised that the bone might be from a dog.1

“Do you think we can make it to Nameragon?” blurted Tiyo.0

According to Crockta, the dark elves would need them after two days. Tiyo didn’t understand the reason behind it, but he decided to wait it out because Crockta wasn’t one to jabber nonsense.0

“Where is Crockta?” asked Tiyo.0

“He’s surveying the area. He said he needs to look for something,” replied Anor.0

Tiyo suddenly kicked the bone that was clinging to Anor like a dog.0

“Ah,...2