The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

"What's going on? You're dressed so beautifully." Wu Heng asked curiously.

Retili seemed a bit shy, yet tried to act calm, saying, "Sir, today I visited several famous taverns in Deep Furnace Castle and prepared some special delicacies and wines unique to the dwarf race. Please join me in sampling them."

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow, recalling that they had talked before about trying out the dwarf race's special cuisine together.

"Great, I'm just a bit hungry myself." Wu Heng turned around and greeted a few ghosts at home, then headed to the next room with Retili.

In the candlelight.

A long table was covered with a dark green tablecloth, and various sumptuous foods were displayed on it.

"I've heard that this wine is famous in Deep Furnace Castle. Would it suit your taste? If not, there's also roasted wine here!" Retili picked up a wine jug, filled a glass, and leaned over to present it to him.

A strand of hair fell across, brushing against Wu Heng's hand, and a faint fragrance emitted from her.

"Good!" Wu Heng took the glass and sipped lightly, "Not bad! The taste isn't too strong."

Retili smiled and continued to inquire, "Sir, have you gained anything these days? I've seen Xiao Xiao and the others out every day at the market purchasing special items."

"A bit of a rough patch." Wu Heng sighed softly.

"It's all right." Retili instinctively replied, then lowered her head, saying, "Sir, you're so skilled; you'll surely be able to successfully melt the special item you desire."

"I'll take your good words!"

Retili covered her mouth and laughed gently, her golden earrings swayed lightly with the action, then she carefully glanced over here.

She moved from sitting across the table to the side position, slicing a piece of steak and presenting the silver fork to Wu Heng's lips, "Sir, try this; I've heard it's also very delicious."

Wu Heng looked up strangely at her; the elf-specific ear tips had turned completely red.

Looking like they were about to bleed.

Before she could take her hand back, Wu Heng opened his mouth and ate it, chewing twice, "Not bad either; you try it too."

Retili's smile widened, nodded slightly, and as she ate, she introduced the names of the dishes, slicing them and bringing them to his mouth, which Wu Heng also ate one bite at a time.

After finishing a jug of wine, Retili stood up to get more.

Suddenly she exclaimed 'Oh dear' and tilted sideways.

Wu Heng instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist, the palm immediately sinking into the silky smooth fabric, and Retili leaned onto his lap, with the shoulder strap slipping to reveal a large swath of snow-white skin.

"Didn't twist your ankle?" Wu Heng asked.

Retili didn't answer, instead tracing his brow with her fingertips before stopping at his lips, "Sir, on Gold and Silver Island I envied Lady Shanaira's courage, also envied Miss Minnie and the others..."

Her breath carried a scent of wine, "I don't want to lose you!"

After saying this, she lifted her head and drained the glass, a few drops sliding down her neck into her collar.

Before Wu Heng could react, she suddenly held his face and gently pressed against it.

The warm wine flowed mouth-to-mouth, Wu Heng felt a teasing chaos, like a probing kitten.

Wu Heng also embraced the other's waist, lifting the long skirt, Retili cooperatively raised her arms.

Outside the window, the moonlight quietly climbed up the windowpane, casting the entangled silhouettes on the wall.

...

The dungeon!

Flari, the Great Commander, fiercely slammed his iron fist on the cell door, the sound of metal clashing echoed in the confined space.

"You cowards!" Flari roared, making the iron bars buzz, "I fought desperately for the honor of our race, yet you bow to that outsider?"

Leander stood outside the cell door, the wrinkles on his face appeared deeper in the firelight.

He spoke in a deep voice, "Honor? You almost instigated a war; I've already reported this matter to the Royal Capital and the Association headquarters."

Flari suddenly became quiet, staring intensely at him, "What did you write in the report?"

"Everything I know." Leander met his gaze, "There were so many people present at the time; I could only write truthfully, couldn't hide it!"

"You~!" Flari shouted, "We've known each other for so many years, yet for an outsider, you want to ruin my future?"

Leander ignored his roar and continued, "He plans to take you away when he leaves... I advise you to behave these days; perhaps there's still a chance to hear from the leaders."

Flari stepped back half a pace, his expression wary and uncertain.

Leander sighed, turned, and left.

The heavy footsteps gradually faded at the end of the corridor, leaving Flari alone to pant in the darkness.

...

The dungeon in the late night was terrifyingly quiet.

Flari lay on the hard bed, the wounds beneath his bandages vaguely aching.

The healing potion could treat injuries, but severe fractures still needed some time to recover.

Of course, as long as it's not a limb break, it can eventually heal completely.

Just when he managed to fall into a deep sleep, a childish voice suddenly spoke, "Is this the big beard uncle defeated? Looks just like a pirate..."

"Shh~! Seems like he's waking up."

Flari sat up abruptly, scanning around vigilantly, "Who?"

In the dim silence of the cell, there wasn't a single shadow to be seen.

He fully released his perception but didn't detect any suspicious persons.

Hallucination?

Flari muttered and lay back down.

"Damn it~!" Flari rolled away to create distance and assumed a combat stance, "Come out, you mongrels from Gold and Silver Island!"

After a brief silence.

"Why does he talk like that? It's so unpleasant!"

"Perhaps he lacks manners! Level and manners aren't directly related."

"Oh! He really is quite annoying."

Flari's eyes widened as he stared at the empty space, "Goddamn ghostly entities!"

The next second.

Flari's right hand lifted uncontrollably, slamming hard against the stone wall.

Ah!

The pain made Flari's face twist in agony, and meanwhile, the earthenware pot and plate suddenly floated up from the table, crashing towards him amidst his terrified gaze.

For a moment, it was complete chaos.

The guards rushed over on hearing the noise, only to see Flari curled up in a corner, jumpy, as if guarding against something.

...

Time flashed by, three days later.

In the morning, Wu Heng picked up the phone and glanced at the time, preparing to leave.

Retili groggily grasped the corner of Wu Heng's clothes, her voice still lazy from sleep, "Leaving this early?"

Wu Heng bent down to kiss her forehead, "I have to go to the Heart of Molten Fire, wait for my return."

Saying that, his fingertips brushed through her tousled long hair, still carrying the scent of last night's rose essential oil.

Once dressed, Wu Heng quietly returned to his room.

The four ghosts were already fully ready, Xiao Xiao hovering in front of the window, teasing a spider trapped in a glass cup.

"Uncle! Are we setting out?" Xiao Xiao asked.

"Let's go!" Wu Heng nodded.

The four ghosts subtly faded, and followed him out.

These past few days, Wu Heng had been using the Heart of Molten Fire.

But the effects were still not ideal; the Special Item he wanted hadn't appeared.

The acquisition over at the market had reached its limit, with almost all usable Special Items purchased, so Wu Heng and the ghosts discussed that today they would use all remaining Special Items before returning to Gold and Silver Island.

Being away for too long indeed.

Additionally, the Phantom Train had recorded this location, making it easier to come by next time.

...

On the way to the cave.

The rolling heat waves distorted the air.

Standing before the magma pool, Wu Heng prepared to start putting in Special Items.

Xiao Xiao said from the side, "Uncle rest assured, we're here today, five people's luck, surely something good will come out."

The other three ghosts all had smiles on their faces.

"Hearing you say that, I also feel that something good will definitely come out this time." Wu Heng smiled as he tossed the Special Items one by one into the boiling magma.

75.9%...87.6%... Wu Heng stared at the numbers...99.5%!

The glow of the Heart of Molten Fire became more blinding, and Wu Heng's expression also focused.

Though it didn't reach 100%, it was already very close to the target.

The ghosts said nothing, waiting for Wu Heng's decision.

Wu Heng walked to the side and fiercely pulled the lever, revealing a pitch-black object in the center as the magma receded like retreating tides!

"Is this... an iron nail?" Xiao Xiao immediately floated over, scrutinizing it closely.

Wu Heng used [Animate Object], and the iron nail flew up from the bottom of the pool, his gaze fixed on it as information appeared.

[Truth Engraving Knife (Special Item)]

[Effect: Tampering, Rule Etching.]

[Side Effect: Instant Death Curse.]

(Description: A tool that contains special rules, capable of exhibiting extraordinary strength..)

[Tampering]: When carving on any surface, it can distort the original meaning of the text/runes.

[Rule Etching]: When writing directly in the air, it can temporarily create a fake "rule."

[Instant Death Curse]: Within 24 hours of use, if used three times, there is a chance of triggering an instant death curse.

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed.

It's not an iron nail; it's an engraving knife!