After a brief cleaning and repair of the equipment, Barrett followed the instructions of Quartermaster Nelson Sr. and headed for the half-deserted area.

According to Nelson Sr., the undead in the Forest of Thorns bear a strong and indelible imperial imprint, and while these undead are also at the behest of the Empire's sons-in-law, the Magic Guild, the mages of the Guild have no intention of reusing them.

These undead creatures are like toys that have lost the love of children, discarded there at will, and no one cares about them.

Barrett didn't care about any of these miscellaneous things, he just hoped that the blacksmith named 'Calvin' would turn his two dragon teeth into good weapons that would help him succeed in his quest to return to the main material plane and to the human world.

In fact, he misses the taste of all kinds of food and wine when he was a living person. The other undead no longer had a choice but to suffer in silence, but Barrett was different. He can also transform himself into a living person again, which makes his heart's desire for "life" stronger and stronger over time.

On the way to the Forest of Spine Thorns, Barrett faintly saw a huge bone dragon that also exuded the same blue frost breath as him, flapping its wings and flying into the distance.

The body of the Frostbone Dragon loomed in the darkness and eventually disappeared into the sky. And when the dragon passed, a large group of ghouls, led by several death knights, collided head-on with Barrett.

The Death Knight at the head was as strong as Barrett, and he wore a horned helmet with two points of scarlet light shining inside the helmet. The mount behind him is not a traditional skeletal warhorse, but a malevolent-looking Earth Dragon Zombie.

The Ground Dragons ran on their thick hind limbs and opened their hideous mouths that almost split the back of their heads, trying to get out of the direction they were heading in and chasing down the nearby ghouls. It was only because the death knight on its back kicked it in the abdomen from time to time that the undead Earth Dragon was reluctant to obey.

The surrounding army of ghouls was far away from this earth-walking dragon zombie, and none of them dared to get close to it. And just as Barrett and the Death Knight were about to cross each other, something unexpected happened - the vicious Earthwalking Dragon suddenly turned its head and bit Carrot on the neck.

Before Barrett could make a move, the green flames on the Nightmare Beast's body surged in an instant. When the earthly dragon's fangy mouth touched the ghostly fire, it suddenly retracted as if it felt pain.

The two Death Knights stared at each other on the backs of their mounts, blue and crimson staggering as they continued their journeys.

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As the name suggests, Barrett had barely approached the site when he saw a row of jagged bone spurs stretching from the ground to the sky.

On either side of the bone spurs are many buildings of various shapes, some of them made of bone, some of them of stone, and many of them are just randomly piled up of rotten earth.

As soon as Barrett reached the very edge of the first bone spur, a mummy, covered in bandages, suddenly sat up from a stone coffin on the ground.

"Why, what are you doing here, young spirits and death knights. The mummy turned to Barrett and asked, "The sound of your hooves has awakened my sweet dreams, and I can tell that you don't really belong here." Are you lost?"

"No, no, we didn't get lost, we came here on purpose, I came to find someone. Barrett replied. He didn't mind talking to the mummy, if only he could ask where Calvin was.

The mummy looked at the little ghost, and then at Barrett, "In our time, when the undead met each other, it was generally communicated by the older ones, and you were not even a year old. The mummy pointed to Barriet, then to the little ghost, "And you, on the other hand, can barely be my granddaughter." Of course, according to the algorithm of the undead, two hundred years is considered a generation. ”

I don't believe it! All races, whether they are alive or dead, are generally people of higher status who communicate with each other, regardless of age. Barrett could clearly feel the kind of complaint and rejection in the mummy's tone, and a kind of pride in relying on the old and selling the old.

"I listen to the big uncle. The little ghost said obediently.

"Well, it's all a no-brainer. As long as the Seventh Age continues, that's the main thing. The mummy got up from the coffin on the ground, walked up to Barritt, and reached out again and scratched her back.

"Tell me, who are you looking for? Maybe I'll help you. I used to be in charge of all the undead archives in the Eternal Body, and I dare say I didn't know a single undead who had all their names or numbers engraved into my soul fire. But now......" the mummy shook his head, "anyway, I still know all those guys from the Forest of Spine Thorns." ”

"I'm coming to Calvin. Barrett replied, "If nothing else, he should be a blacksmith." ”

"Oh, that guy. The mummy re-loosened the loose bandages on his arms, then tightened them again and again, "Hey, little one, do me a favor." He said to Barritt, "Help me tie the bandages here." Yes, harder, tighter, tighter. ”

With a tear, the bandage broke off a piece. Barrett held the broken bandage in his hand and froze in place, "This, I didn't mean to. "You made me hard.

"Well, forget it, so be it. The mummy reluctantly said, "You know Calvin?"

Barrett shook his head, "I just heard that his craft is very good, and I want to ask him to help build a piece of equipment." ”

"Then you may not be able to do so. The mummy clasped his hands around his chest, "Calvin's guy is quite stubborn and irritable. Not as easy to talk as I am. More crucially, he is hostile to you newborn undead. ”

The mummy elaborates, "Calvin was a dwarf in his lifetime. Even though he's a dwarf, he's half a head taller than you. Just as there are occasionally some individuals in us humans who are much shorter than others of the same kind, there are also individuals in the dwarven race who occasionally appear in height and are even comparable to ogres. ”

"Storm dwarves?" Barrett had heard from his fellow dwarves before.

"Yes, Storm Dwarves! I don't see that you little guy is still quite knowledgeable. The mummy clapped his hands, and dust splashed, "Because these mutated individuals are born with the power of storm and lightning, and their strength is quite strong, so the dwarves think that they are the instructions and dependents of the dwarf god Moradin, so they specially call these individuals 'storm dwarves'." ”

"The mutated dwarves with the power of the storm in their bodies are more irascible than their smaller kind. If you are a little careless and don't say a word right, you may be blasted out by him, and there will be no second chance. Calvin never gave anyone a second chance unless he was a mage. ”

"So, is there any way to do it?" asked Barrett respectfully.

"Of course, but ......," the mummy looked down for a moment, then at Barrett, "do you have any bandages? some strong, new bandages. ”

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