In fact, when he came to the Fortress of the Undead, the sky began to darken, and after more than an hour of Archibad's teaching, it was completely dark, and at that time, countless bonfires and torches were lit in the Fortress of the Dead.

At this time, we were walking on a path with torches every ten meters.

As we spoke, we soon arrived at the camp of the adventurers in the Undead Fortress, which was very chaotic unlike the solemnity and rigor I had seen before.

Clutter doesn't mean tent barracks, in fact almost all of the tent barracks here are provided by the undead barriers, and the real clutter refers to the adventurers here.

Because of the lack of military discipline, a large number of adventurers stayed wherever they wished, and some even set up stalls in the open lots, selling all kinds of things, herbs, ores, potions, bandages, weapons, armor...... Numerous.

However, the chaos here did not affect the rest of the Undead Fortress, and it is not known whether it was restrained or the adventurers disciplined, and all the forsaken here moved in a fixed area, no matter how they wandered, and there seemed to be an invisible boundary separating this place from the rest of the world.

The arrival of a few of us had no effect on the place, the swaying continued to sway, the sellers continued to sell things, and the daze continued to be in a daze, even if anyone noticed us, it was because Goddor, a tall and ugly abomination, was carrying a log nearly ten meters long.

"Don't worry about them, let's just go find an empty barracks and live in." Winster said.

I said, "What about the mission, how can we accept the mission?" ”

Winster looked around for a moment and said, "Today's mission should have been completed, and the latest mission won't be released until tomorrow morning, see there?" Winster pointed to a row of long tables outside the camp and said, "That's where the mission was issued." ”

I followed Winster's point, and sure enough, there were no more forsaken people there, either from the sending or receiving the mission.

"In that case, then I can devote myself to tonight's 'war'." That's right, I use the word "war" to describe my work tonight, which is no longer carved for practice, but for the war to come.

The materials were better, but the time was of the essence, and in one night, I needed to carve not only a staff suitable for Carol, but also at least a pair of perfect totems, one for restoration and one for communication in the Sea of Death.

There are not many regular barracks here, only a dozen or so, but there are tents everywhere, and many of them make people a little dizzy.

Since we only had four people, we didn't need a barracks for a dozen people, so we just found a tent in the middle of nowhere.

The tent was outrageously rudimentary – just a thin layer of straw laid under the ground for resting and nothing else, but there was some chopped wood outside the tent so we didn't have to worry about lighting.

A few sticks of firewood were placed in the open space outside the tent, and a roaring bonfire rose from the firewood after Carol fired a fireball.

"Goddor, you can put the wood off your shoulders." I said to Goddor.

Godor answered, and then threw nearly ten meters of logs to the ground, almost failing to extinguish the bonfire that had just been raised, so angry that I kicked him in the shin a few times, but the thing didn't react except for a giggle, which made me feel like I was punching into the cotton.

Who said Godor was stupid, I think this thing is very good, and I know how to surrender without a fight.

Pneading a handful of loess from the ground, I began to divide the logs into sections, according to Ivanv, the same log that can communicate the elements, there are also good and bad, and some areas are much higher quality than others.

Eventually, following Ivanv's instructions, I divided the whole log into eight sections, of which only four were high-quality wood.

There are two woods for making the staff and two for the totem pole, which means that I have two chances to make the staff, and the totem pole can only be done once, otherwise I will have to use those wood of inferior quality.

Of course, if the staff can be done in one go, then I will have two more chances to carve the totem pole, and who says the staff is more than twice as long as the totem pole.

Commanding Godor to separate the logs, then to pass the large kitchen knife that Godor was holding behind his back, and then I was going to pass one of Winster's daggers, and that's when I started to really work.

Because it was the first time I carved a staff, I first used ordinary wood, that is, the firewood piled up outside the tent, although the texture is not good, and the length is limited, but it is just right to practice with this firewood.

The engraving on the staff is not complicated compared to restoring the totem, but the real tricky thing is that the engraving on the staff and the engraving on the totem pole are two completely different patterns, and the staff uses finer and longer wood.

It wasn't until I carved three pieces of wood and the fourth that I carved a perfect staff, and after a successful experience, I began to carve from the only two staffs.

Actually, if I had enough time, I would have mastered these carvings before I could use wood that could communicate the elements of magic, but without ifs, I would have to go to war tomorrow, and in this short night, I would have to carve at least three finished products.

However, when it came time to use the wood I brought, I realized that my previous efforts were almost half wasted, because the wood was harder and smoother than firewood, which was quite a challenge for me.

Thankfully, I didn't make a mistake when the log was reduced from the size of a bucket to the size of a baby's arm, then polished into shape, and finally carved into the carved pattern that had already been imprinted in my mind.

When a perfect staff more than a meter long appeared in my hand, Winster and Carol were already stunned, and they could feel a faint magical element from the staff without testing, which was much more advanced than the staff in Carol's hand before.

Carol happily took the staff in her hand and unleashed a lowest-level fireball spell, and then she was so excited that she couldn't bear to praise me with praise that I couldn't bear to slander her horrible face that was red by the campfire.

After the staff was made, it was time to carve my totem pole, but I thought that with the successful experience of carving the staff, I would be more comfortable carving the totem pole that I had carved more than many times.

However, when the two totem logs were completely scrapped, I almost didn't burst into tears.

After a few hard kicks and a few snoring Godor, I started to continue carving, and after two failures, the next carving was a success, and there was no mistake from start to finish.

At this time, the belly has gradually turned white.

War is about to begin.