One Step to The End

In fact, there is no so-called military camp for the dead. They do not need to be stationed for endless advancement. The only logistics force is the blacksmith. The blacksmiths need to build arrows and repair the blades and armor. It happens that the Qisha has the best dwarves of the dead. Blacksmith camp.

"Welcome! Demon King Zhao..."

Qisha stood in front of the former steel factory, holding his arms, staring at Zhao Guanren without a smile. Behind him were more than a dozen purple fire-class guards. A large number of corpse soldiers were entering and leaving the steel factory, constantly cutting their armor and blades. Shipped in and out, looking in full swing.

"You don't need to line up to welcome you pretendingly, I'm not happy if you are upset..."

Zhao Guanren drove the shared bicycle and parked outside the factory. Without the usual treacherous smile, he said blankly: "I don't want to grab your baby. I just ask your blacksmith to build a few things. By the way, take a look at your military strength. Your next rating!"

"Do you rate us? Really consider yourself an expert on the dead..."

Qisha sneered and jumped onto the corpse horse, probably deliberately trying to appear taller than him, a few steps behind him to go with Zhao Guanren, Zhao Guanren didn't bother to pay attention to the woman's careful attention, speeding up and riding into the deep workshop.

The blacksmith camp is larger than he imagined. The dozens of workshops are almost all dwarf blacksmiths. The dwarves are naturally all dead, divided into three grades: high, middle and low. There is also a special repair workshop, which looks very professional. .

"Don't you use human steel..."

Zhao Guanren stopped outside the mid-range workshop. In fact, the dwarves were not short, with an average height of about one meter and five meters. They were short and sturdy. Almost every dwarf was wise and looked curious when he saw him.

"Human steel can't make good weapons, and the garbage created is used by low-level corpse soldiers..."

Qisha said indifferently: "For the Horcruxes above the middle level, the materials must be collected from our hometown. It is very troublesome to transport them once. At present, they are recycled and reused. New Horcruxes are rarely built, but the master workshop cannot be visited. Forging stunts are not passed on, I am not allowed to enter!"

"A group of old-fashioned antiques, the obsolete things are still treasures..."

Zhao Guanren rode on the car and continued forward, and finally came to an armory guarded by corpse soldiers. Zhou Miao was standing in front of the door talking to the matchmaker. Zhou Miao winked when he saw him coming, meaning that he had found a good treasure.

"Don't wink your eyes, the dead race won't have good things, they didn't make good things..."

Zhao Guanren got out of the car carelessly, without giving any face to Qisha. After walking into the armory, he lit the signal bar, browsed the swords, guns and swords on the weapon rack, and finally opened the anti-theft door of the small treasure house.

"Hey~ What kind of treasure is this, waste recycling station..."

Zhao Guanren walked in in surprise. There were three rows of shelves in the treasury, which were full of messy Horcruxes, some of which were already covered with dust, but he was surprised: "Many! How do you know there are treasures here? of?"

"Qingsha's guards chat, I overheard..."

Zhou Miao whispered: "The guards said Qi evil spirits are stingy, and the baby will not be used for them if the baby is left alone. They also said that the best thing here is the purple heart shield. I just put the words of the matchmaker. The box, inside is the purple heart shield!"

Zhao Guanren walked over and picked up a small wooden box. When it was opened, it was a small black shield with the size of a palm, dotted with a purple sweetheart gemstone.

"Qingsha! Can this little thing give me away..."

Zhao Guanren turned to look at Qisha at the door, and raised the small wooden box in his hand, but Qisha asked with a puzzled look: "Matchmaker! What is this, why haven't I seen it?"

"Your Majesty! You have too many treasures, and the warehouse can't put them down..."

The matchmaker spread her hand and smiled bitterly, and Qisha squirmed her lips and acquiesced. Zhao Guanren took the box and walked out, saying: "A lot! You and the matchmaker are waiting for me at the door. I'll find Master Dwarf to build something, Qi Show me the way!"

"The dwarves don't belong to me, and the master has a very strange temper. Would you like to see you, I said it doesn't count..."

Qisha lazily led him out of the area, and came to a compound guarded by dwarf warriors. Zhao Guanren stepped forward and drew the soul-killing knife, and said something to the guards.

"Oh~"

The four guards' eyes widened in shock. They looked like we were all aware of the goods. Soon they ran in and passed the pass. After a while, they led him into the office building, but Qisha and others were blocked. Outside.

"Big brother! I heard that you have a magic weapon, let me see your knife..."

An old dwarf with a white beard was sitting behind his desk with a can of Budweiser in his hand. The accent sounded a little northeast, much more standard than the Qisha with "socks" in his mouth.

"Look!"

Zhao Guanren handed him the Soul Destroying Knife, but the old dwarf stood up excitedly, drew out the knife and stroked it lovingly. He was about to have a heart attack with excitement.

"..."

The old dwarf babbled dwarven language, but after a while, he frustrated: "This is not a forged knife. It is a magic weapon that is made by soul and fire at one go. This kind of supernatural craftsmanship, my clan I can't help it!"

"Can't fix it?"

Zhao Guanren had always worried that the soul-killing knife would break, and the soul-killing knife was broken like a saw.

"I can do nothing! This is the first time I have seen such a magical soldier..."

The old dwarf shook his head and said: "The skill of the soul fire forging knife has always been a distant legend for my clan, but the original owner must have a very tragic story that can damage the blade of this knife. It is a magic weapon!"

"You help me see this again..."

Zhao Guanren passed the Purple Heart Shield again, and the old dwarf glanced at it and said, "It's just a heart-devouring shield of the Black Demon Race. It's the top defense card of the Purple Rank. It's not rare, but it's stronger than the gold ring in your hand! "

Zhao Guanren was surprised: "Why is it called a heart-biting shield?"

"Actually, this is a trap set by the Dark Demons earlier..."

The old dwarf said, "The Black Demon deliberately discarded the heart-devouring shield to seduce unknowing human monks. It will unwittingly eat away the minds of human beings, and eventually turn humans into a walking corpse, but this is for the dead. It doesn't matter, we are the walking dead!"

"Don't you realize that I am a human..."

Zhao Guanren looked at him with a weird face, but the old dwarf said: "Aren't you the big devil? Sooner or later, you will become a dead race. What does it mean earlier, welcome to join the club of the dead!"

"thanks!"

Zhao Guanren looked at him with an aggrieved expression, but the old dwarf pointed at the ice dagger in his waist again, and the two purple fire-eyed thieves said brightly: "Will you exchange it with me? I can help you upgrade the gold ring. Give you another purple-ranked flame knife, you are very cost-effective!"

"Do you think I'm stupid? But I still have a baby..."

Zhao Guanren took out a plastic bag from his pocket. After opening it was a piece of charred rotten meat with a broken piece of armor stuck on it. He put it on the table and laughed: "This is authentic five-clawed dragon meat. The Lord of Darkness used to The mount, the dragon scales on it!"

"Let me see!"

The old dwarf snatched the dragon meat, actually tore off a shredded meat and threw it into his mouth. After chewing it, he exclaimed in surprise: "Dragon meat! It's really dragon meat, I want the dragon scales on it," I give you my best work, you must promise me!"

"No! I want three, choose myself..."

Zhao Guanren shook his head slightly, and the old dwarf led him into the warehouse with a big grin on your face.

After a frantic sales pitch, Zhao Guanren chose three things that looked very tyrant, and the old dwarf almost broke his belly with a smile.

"Uh~"

The old dwarf's smile suddenly stagnated, and Zhao Guanren unexpectedly took out a large piece of dragon scale, even bigger than his slap.

"How can you do this..."

The old dwarf was almost mad with his head in his arms. When it comes to doing business, the entire dwarf clan is not Zhao Guanren's opponent.

"Don't be angry, I can give you this dragon scale..."

Zhao Guanren hugged him and asked in a low voice: "You know! We sometimes need to do some private things, and I don't want Yong Ye to know, do you have something that locks the magic ring and temporarily suppresses the magic pattern?"

"No! Never..."

The old dwarf shook his head quickly and said: "We have the ability to build the magic ring of locks, but if Yong Ye knows, he will destroy our whole family, and the magic ring of locks can not be built in a few days. It takes at least a few months. Once the furnace is turned on, we are done!"

"That's a shame! I'll make a protective goggles by myself..."

Zhao Guanren put the dragon scale on his chest and gestured, and the old dwarf hugged his head and shouted: "No! You can't treat it like this. The dragon scale is a waste in your hands. I can't stand it. I will give you a finished product, but I will never admit that something happened!"

"make a deal!"

Zhao Guanren happily gave him the dragon scales, and the old dwarf opened a secret door thiefly, and opened a metal cabinet engraved with lines with a key. There were a dozen large and small boxes in it, some It is blooming without opening.

"Here you! Leave quickly..."

The old dwarf quickly stuffed him with a box, but as soon as he raised his head, he almost died on the spot. Zhao Guanren actually had a large dragon scale in his hand, and the dragon skin and dragon meat were glued on it, which was not charred.

"Hey~ I want that shiny thing, and that big golden chain..."

Zhao Guanren shoved the dragon scales to him, and took out two things from the cabinet. The old dwarf sat softly on the ground, tearful, and asked in a mournful voice: "How many dragon scales do you have?"

"Not much! Just one dragon..."

Zhao Guanren gave a smirk, took a big wooden box and packed all the trophies in it, and while the old dwarf hadn't noticed, he passed the crossbow, and then ran out like a gust of wind.

Qisha waited outside the courtyard and asked in surprise, "For such a big box of things, what did you exchange with the old miser?"

"There's a baby! Come with me to see..."

Zhao Guanren thief smiled and pulled her into the woods. After putting down the box, he took out the heart-biting shield, held it in front of her and asked, "Are you sure you haven't seen this thing?"

"Cut~"

Qisha leaned against the tree nonchalantly, and said contemptuously: "My things are gone, how can I remember them all, you take it, you take it, anyway, you have a thick-skinned face, and you have to take it if you don't take it!"

Zhao Guanren said again: "Let me ask, you have Yongye's eyeliner by your side, should you know?"

"I know!"

Qisha said: "Who doesn't have Yongye's eyeliner by his side, the big devil has a carrot and a pit, and the people below are all staring at the devil's throne. Never said that they will take the initiative to find me. What's so strange about this? "

"If I say that the matchmaker is a traitor, she is the supervising army sent by Yongye, do you believe it..."

Zhao Guanren looked at her with piercing eyes, Qisha straightened up, and said with an iron expression: "You fart! This is absolutely impossible..."