I...... I knew it wasn't that easy for Sylvanas to come to see me early in the morning, so she was waiting for me here.

However, the queen has orders, but I must obey them, this is not only "people have to bow their heads under the eaves", but also because we feel sorry for the queen, after all, as a woman to manage such a large group, not only must her own strength be hard, but also at a critical moment to take out some treasures to envelop her subordinates.

And my dead air can fully meet Sylvanas's two needs.

After I had exhausted my efforts, fifty bowl-sized balls of dead air were finally baked, and I calculated the time, and it was time to go to the martial arts training ground to continue my basic training as a warrior.

After saying hello to Sylvanas, I left the room with Ivanf and walked towards the outside of the Royal Quarter.

……

Time flew by, and in just one month, I walked alone on the streets of the Undercity, wandering aimlessly.

It's not that I'm lazy, in fact, every day for this month I have been training as a warrior during the day and carving totem poles at night, and my life is both boring and fulfilling.

I didn't go to the martial arts training ground today because it was going to be converted into a military zone from today, and all kinds of building materials such as stone and wood filled the entire martial arts training ground, and it was impossible to train.

So, after a night of carving, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I ran out for a walk.

It's just that, looking at the various forgotten people on the street, I can't help but summarize the results of this month's training.

For a month, apart from the first few days when Archibald would often come to the training ground to teach me some new skills, I hardly saw anyone with him for the rest of the month, and the people in the training ground said that he seemed to have led his troops to encircle and suppress the remnants of the Lordaeron People's Resistance in the Tirisfarda glades.

Although I didn't have the on-the-spot guidance of Archibald, the master weapon, my foundation was being solidified, not only because of my own efforts, but also because of the relationship with all the forsaken people who were trained in the VIP training grounds.

It was about the third day after Archibald's disappearance that I began to be approached by the Forsaken, and I felt a very different effect from what I had practiced with training dummies.

Fighting with real people, not only is the test of combat skills, but more importantly, thinking and tactics, often the opponent will make some false moves or fake moves, which requires rich combat experience.

To be honest, I was beaten badly in the first few days, barely a few minutes from each fight, and I had to use my dead air to repair my bruised body, but after ten days of devastation every day, I was finally able to fight them for a few rounds without scarring.

As the foundation continues to be consolidated, I became more and more fond of real people, at first they were just idle and bored with the meaning of abuse to learn from me, but in the next few days, it became me to take the initiative to find them.

Although my level is far from that of these veterans who have been immersed in basic combat for decades, since they dare to take the initiative to find abuse, they are not afraid at all, as long as I dare to find it, they will dare to abuse.

So, almost every day, I dragged a strip of cloth back to Sylvanas' residence.

Then, under the astonished gaze of Sylvanas and Rey, I began my evening homework again—carving totem poles.

Carving is a profound science, and it is impossible to achieve it in a short period of time, which requires continuous practice and thinking to make progress slowly.

And I, this walking corpse with a bit of a funny brain, coupled with a super unreliable death spirit, trying to carve a satisfactory totem pole is like a dream.

I'm also a dog, you said that I don't have any artistic cells, and I'm a beginner in carving, although I insist on carving every night, and my carving skills have grown to a certain extent, but I still can't stop Ivanv's trouble.

Almost every time there was a critical moment, Ivanv would fly to the tip of my knife and scream, so that I couldn't shield it if I wanted to, so I couldn't help but swipe it in the direction in which it floated, and then the totem pole was scrapped.

Luckily, Sylvanas provided enough materials, and they were all prepared in the standard size of a normal totem pole, which gave me a chance to repeat.

After wasting hundreds of good wooden piers, I finally carved a few unsatisfactory totem poles.

These totem poles are all standard totem poles half a meter long and thigh-thick, except that the patterns depicted on them are a little different from the totem poles in my head, and the rest are the same in length and diameter.

Although these totem poles are not perfect, the effect is far from being comparable to the two reduced versions carved for the first time.

For example, the recovery totem's range of effect has been expanded to a radius of ten meters, almost ten times that of the original, and the dead qi it emits is also more refined and conducive to absorption.

During this time, Ivanv and I have been discussing how we can take the effect of the totem pole even further.

Because my carving level has now entered a bottleneck, it is impossible to break through in a short time, and I can only carve a more perfect totem pole by practicing for a long time.

So, the result of our deliberations was that since we couldn't improve the carving technique, we should start with the material.

Wood is only the lowest material, but if you use some high-end materials such as silver, gold, or even mythril and thorn, will you be able to make the totem pole work better?

It's just that when I rushed to ask Sylvanas for these high-grade materials, Sylvanas refused, and mercilessly, because in her words, these chicken rib totem poles I am carving are far from being a waste of precious metals, not to mention that my carving skills are also a big joke in her eyes.

Although I didn't get what I wanted, Sylvanas gave me valuable advice.

"Why don't you use some bone meal? After all, it's a totem pole that communicates the Sea of Death, and I think it might be better to use bone meal, which symbolizes death. ”

It suddenly dawned on me that bone powder is bone powder, and if you smear bone powder into the nicks, you will definitely be able to pull and transform more death power.

When I told Ivanv the news, he was pleasantly surprised and quickly came up with a new proposal.

"Wouldn't it be better for us to carve directly from bone? Know that bones are the best medium to communicate with the Sea of Death, and the best results can be achieved by using bones directly. ”

However, after a little thought, I rejected Ivanf's suggestion, and he was right, bones are the best medium to communicate with the Sea of Death, but bones also have the inevitable disadvantage, that is, the texture is crispy and loose, and at my level it is far from being able to carve directly on bones.

And, where are the bones with the thickness of the thighs and the flat and smooth upper and lower surfaces?

"Stop, this is the place of the Royal Apothecary Society, and no one is allowed to enter!"

Just as I was immersed in my thoughts, an indifferent voice woke me up, and when I looked up, I had unknowingly arrived at the Royal Apothecary Society.