The Forest of Thorns may look dilapidated and desolate, but when he is in the midst of it, Barrett finds it much more lively than he thought.

If the rest of the 'Eternal Body' resembles a graveyard where only crows cry and the night wind howls, then the Forest of Thorns adds a bard playing a lyre to the crow and the night wind...... of the cemetery.

According to the unnamed mummy, once the undead remain conscious, their greatest fear is not the extinguishing of the flame of agility and the real demise that follows, but the boredom and loneliness of idleness in an almost eternal time.

Eternity has become a curse that keeps them trapped and unable to escape. If the "toy" is abandoned in a corner, it can only wait for the fate of being covered with cobwebs and dust, and never has the right to free itself.

Here, some undead creatures, like the mummy, choose to sleep again and again to make themselves forget the solidification of time, while some undead creatures try to take the initiative to find something to do to make their immortal life more meaningful.

Like the zombie bard in rags and holding a lyre in front of Barrret......

Our Death Knight wasn't going to pay attention to the guy who was leaning on the first Optimus Spine thorn and still fiddled with the strings in his hands, but the little ghost suddenly floated over and refused to leave.

"Hello, my name is Eve. The little ghost obediently introduced himself, "Are you a bard?"

"Of course, beautiful Miss Eve. Zombie laughed and said, "Someone is a good bard, both in life and after death. Someone has always been the protagonist of feasts and gatherings, and when someone's strings sound, the audience will either dance passionately and surgingly, or listen quietly and intoxicatingly. ”

This guy's smile was a little peculiar, and Barrett could actually feel a hint of warmth from it, which was quite strange for a cold undead. His pale face was covered with slender pale blue cracks, and in the dark black bags of his eyes were a pair of eyes that looked like a living person. This makes this zombie bard exude a strange and captivating charm.

"So, do you know how to tell stories?" said the little ghost's face with antiquity written on it.

"What do you like to hear?" the zombie popped two cheerful syllables, out of step with the atmosphere of the Dark Realm, "Someone knows as many stories as the waters of the Coral Sea. If someone tells a story and a cup of Coral Sea water is scooped out, then it must be the Coral Sea that will dry up first. ”

Either way, you're pretty good at bragging, and you have the demeanor of an adventurer who drinks too much. Barrett sneered in her heart. The waters of the Coral Sea are connected by two oceans, can you scoop up the entire main matter plane?

"Great! I want to hear stories of wars and adventures. The little ghost circled around Barrett excitedly, and reached out to pat the latter's head, "To listen to the kind of story that has killed many, many people, and it is better to have dragons and princesses, mages and knights." ”

Che, the stories I've told you are so much more exciting than this, I've never seen you so excited.

"No problem! many of the stories I know fit Miss Eve's requirements. The zombie bard straightened up from his spine and said with a smile, "By the way, do you want to get into the story, how about being a beautiful princess?"

"I don't want to be a princess, the princess is so bored, I can only stay in the castle. Either the king's castle or the dragon's castle. The little ghost shook his head and said, "I want to be a knight, a knight who defeats the villains and kills the dragons." How about you being a dragon, big uncle?" the little guy looked at Barrett with a happy face.

I don't deserve it, the dragon can only be killed. "Don't forget, we're not here to listen to stories, we're here to do things. Barrett said to the little ghost with a straight face.

"If there is one thing that someone really understands after death, it is that 'life has come to an end, and you should not be in such a hurry as before.'" The Zombie Bard, who always spoke with a strange emphasis, whispered to Barrett, "Your Excellency the Death Knight, no matter what you are doing in the Forest of Thorns, you need to keep your mood as calm as this in order to achieve your goal. Because this is a place forgotten by both the master and time, any impatience is likely to reap unnecessary hostility. ”

The mummy seemed to have said something similar, but Barrett didn't care too much at the time.

"Isn't it okay to listen to just one story, big uncle!" pouted the little ghost, "It's boring to be alone in there. ”

"Alright then, you listen to the story here, I'll go around and I'll come back to you in a moment. Barrett nodded helplessly in agreement, then looked at the zombie bard again, "Sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you." ”

"No, it's a rare gift to someone. "Delicate flowers need to be appreciated by bees, and wonderful stories need to be listened to by listeners, so that they can have real value, and so can someone." ”

Forget it, say whatever you like, just be happy anyway.

"Don't be naughty, if anything happens, come back first!" Barrett admonished the little ghost, leaving her with the zombie bard and wandering around the first spine herself.

There are no real streets in the area of the 'Forest of Spine Thorns', and all the buildings are centered around this row of huge white bone spikes, dotted and disorganized. Many of the buildings are of rather strange shapes, and it is not known who the builders or occupants are.

Barrett walked around a building with a narrow base but a wide top, which resembled an inverted pyramid without a pointed pyramid, and saw a large tombstone about his height.

The tombstone cave man body is pure black, and rows of small characters are carved on it. The grooves carved out of each font are filled with white bone meal, but after a long time, some of the bone meal on the small print has fallen off, but it is not too affected.

Barrett stopped in front of the tombstone and looked at it casually, and found that the rows of small letters should all be written in the same thing, but in different languages.

The 'lingua franca' he is most familiar with is at the top of these little prints, and it reads – Glad to meet you here, my friend.

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