The sound of the spell sounded in the wizard's mouth, and a trace of witch power, led by three thousand thoughts, fell little by little into the flames on the ground.

The flames surged, and the flames intertwined and entangled in the air, finally forming a miserable green triangle pattern.

The triangle pattern continued to shrink, and finally turned into a thorn crown and fell on the assassin's head and shrank wildly.

The sound of spells in the wizard's mouth became more and more intense. With the sound of the wizard's high spell, the assassin, wrapped in miserable green flames, made a miserable scream, and the whole person began to turn into ashes from his legs.

In just seven or eight breaths, only one head was left, still making miserable screams in the air.

All the flames penetrated into the man's head, and the man's head began to shrink continuously. Under the tempering of the flames, the flesh and blood dissipated, and finally only a green skull that was the size of a fist was left.

The witchcraft ended, and the skull fell to the ground and made a tingling sound.

The wizard was not in the mood to see the green skull, but quickly mobilized three thousand thoughts to suppress the turmoil in his meditation space.

After a long time, the wizard breathed a sigh of relief.

The meditation space stabilized, and the wizard looked at the green skull that fell to the ground with cold eyes, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Come to deal with me again and again, do you really think that the wizard is easy to bully?" The wizard sneered, his cloak, whose face was ferocious and blood-stained, was slowly becoming clean, but his heart became dirty because of murderous intent.

With a hideous smile, the wizard decided to deal with the master messenger behind the scenes.

"If you want to send someone to kill me, then according to the Wizard Covenant, should I give you a punishment of death or pain. Let me think, should I give him a punishment of death? Or a punishment of pain?"

"It's a pity that these two punishments can only be used with one. In most cases, other wizards use pain-like punishment. In the extreme pain, they will end themselves, and in that way, they will enjoy death. And I will also give them pain-like punishment."

Thinking of this, the ruthlessness in the wizard's eyes became even stronger.

He picked up the green skull on the ground and threw it into the box beside him. He originally planned to put the skull in his folding space, but later he remembered that this folding space could not accommodate things with witchcraft power.

After laying the green skull, the wizard went outside the valley to call on the monks.

"I need the venom of the three-legged toad, the rhizome of the yinsi grass, the fruit of the fig, the heart of the black-patterned eagle, the claws of the golden-collared bat, the teeth of the green centipede, the stamens of the daffodil, and the leaves of the blue duckweed."

"Prostitute, private, secret, lust, water, sex, brains of sick men, tongues of dead babies and hair of pregnant women."

After talking about dozens of materials and weights in one breath, the wizard asked these monks to find them in the shortest time.

"Sir Wizard! Many of these things are only a long way from us. If you want to find them in a short time, I'm afraid..." After a monk glanced at the wizard's neck and chest, he quickly lowered his head and responded uncertainly.

"No fear, go and tell the caravans that supply us supplies. If they can't even find this thing, there is no need to supply us supplies. Vouchers are not a problem. The problem is that I want those things to appear in front of me as quickly as possible. And I have to guarantee the quality. If I can't do this, or deliberately deceive me..."

Speaking of this, the wizard did not continue to talk. But the monk already understood the meaning of the wizard.

"Okay, wizard, I will get them ready as soon as possible." The monk nodded seriously and then left quickly.

They didn't dare to ask what the wizards needed to do, nor did they dare to ask what the wizards would encounter. Because the cold and murderous aura they felt on the wizards made them really unbearable.

The monks left, but the wizard's anger still did not calm down. He walked back and forth in the cave irritably and uneasy, and after more than an hour, he calmed down his mind.

At this time, the wound on his body had initially healed. At this time, he was in the mood to check the green skull he had just made.

Some secret ointments were applied to the skull, and some pictures suddenly appeared on the skull.

In this picture, the wizard saw an ordinary-looking young man controlling a large horned bow, repeating the archery movement again and again.

The arrows roared, hitting the bull's eye almost every time. The powerful impact force also penetrated the bull's eye every time.

"Did you just get the ability to shoot archery? This is pretty good." The wizard tilted his head and looked at the man's archery movement in the picture over and over again.

Although the wizard does not know how to shoot archery, he still knows some knowledge about archery. In that picture, the man's archery posture is very standard, including not only shooting stationary targets, but also shooting moving targets, moving targets, and other behaviors of shooting targets under dozens of different environments and states.

However, no matter which kind of shooting it is, the wizard found that this person's hit rate was extremely high. However, the archery technique was average, and within a hundred meters, it can be said that the arrow was shot without any slightest.

However, after more than 100 meters, the shooting accuracy of the figure dropped significantly. However, this is nothing to the wizard. What he wants is an attack within a range of 100 meters. His witchcraft is a long-range attack.

Some vague ideas came to the wizard's mind, but these ideas were not perfect, so the wizard did not intend to use them now, and it would not be too late to use them later.

What he has to do now is to perfect his vague ideas while waiting for the arrival of some materials.

Putting away the green skull, the wizard fell into a seclusion.

One night passed, and the workers became busy again in the early morning, and when it was about noon, several monks appeared in front of the wizard with red eyes.

"Sir Wizard, we have done what we told last night. The merchants said that the materials could be transported tonight." Several monks looked at each other, and then one of the monks spoke.

Of course, these monks asked those merchants to do things, not in the tone and words of wizards, but in a tactful way.
Chapter completed!