Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The little zombie thrived under Ang's protection, passed the newborn period safely, and became a bast zombie.

This is the lowest-level zombie, which is at the same level as the skeleton, but because of the layer of skin and flesh, it has higher defense and stronger combat effectiveness than the skeleton.

So one day, the little zombie dragged a skeleton back to the pit and pushed it in front of Ange.

for me? Angus tilted his head.

The little zombie nodded, and pushed the skull's head in Ang's direction.

Ange shook his head, the skeleton's soul is too weak, if swallowed, it might not be as fast as bathing in the wind of rest.

The little zombie hung its head, and dragged the skeleton away in frustration, but then, all the nearby skeletons and skeletons suffered, and none of them escaped the little zombie's murderous hands.

When it encounters a bone skeleton that cannot be beaten, it hides back in Ange's territory. Even the bone skeleton dare not enter within a range of 30 meters.

Although there was an extra predatory little zombie nearby, it did not affect the surrounding ecology. The vacated space was quickly filled by skeletons wandering from elsewhere. The skeletons thrown away by the little zombie passed through the wind of rest After a night of blowing, a new soul is likely to be conceived.

This is the eternal cycle of undead creatures. The only thing that changes may be the soul strength of Ange and the little zombie.

If nothing else happened, Ange might have stayed in the pit forever, just like he has grown vegetables on the farm for more than a thousand years. However, something happened suddenly. On this day, the little zombie ran back to the pit in panic He slapped Ange, then pointed wildly outside.

On the face of the little zombie, there was a scar with deep visible bones, which was chopped by something.

Ange poked his head out, only to see a gray bone skeleton leading more than twenty low-level skeletons into Ange's territory in a mighty way.

It also belongs to gray bone skeletons, and Ange has no level advantage over them. Under its leadership, low-level skeletons also ignore this level suppression.

Did the little zombie poke the skull nest?

Without further ado, Anger dragged the little zombie and ran out of the pit. He felt that he should not be able to defeat the gray bone skeleton and its twenty-odd subordinates of the same level.

They ran in front, and Skeleton Gray led the team to chase after them. After chasing for two or three kilometers, Skeleton Gray gave up the chase unwillingly.

What did you do? Ange breathed out and asked with his soul after being safe for the time being.

The little zombie stared at Ange blankly. With its intelligence, it was not enough to answer Ange's question.

Well, Ange gave up. The same kind of people on the farm used to be like this. When you ask them questions, they will look at you blankly. The little zombie has already figured it out. If you are chased, you will know and come back to notify... .

No, if the little zombie doesn't come back, then the gray bone skeleton will just chase after it, so what's the matter?

Killed by you... Ange knocked it on the head.

Because the little zombie caused trouble, Ange was driven out of the crypt where he had been nesting for several months. It was going to be dark soon, and he had to find a shelter from the wind as soon as possible.

It was too late to go back, Ange dug a hole on the spot, and hid in it with the little zombie. Because the hole was relatively shallow, he had to pull back the surrounding soil and bury it on the two of them.

As soon as the wind stopped the next day, Ange crawled out, dug a hole a few meters away, and threw the little zombie over. He decided not to let the little zombie hide in his own hole, so as not to cause trouble and hurt himself in the future.

However, that night, as soon as the wind started to blow, a head poked its head over the edge of the pit, seeing that Ange didn't drive it away, it slid in.

Throw it out the next day and it comes back at night, like playing a game.

This kind of game didn't stop until Ange dug a passage between the two pits, because if it ran over again, Ange would kick it into the passage and let it crawl back by itself.

Ange is a skeleton who goes with the flow. He has been able to plant the land for more than a thousand years without being driven by anyone. Now he is driven out of the safe crypt, and he doesn't care. He digs a new crypt that is bigger and safer. Nesting in the crypt every day guides the wind of rest.

The little zombie was much more active than him, and ran out as soon as the wind stopped every day. The low-level skeletons nearby suffered from its poisonous hands again, but the soul kept growing in this uninterrupted toss.

Originally thought that today would be the same as before, but not long after the wind started, Ange heard footsteps, and soon saw a person slipping into the pit.

This is a human being in a cloak, about forty or fifty years old, with a weathered face, holding a delicate staff in his hand, with powerful magic power surging from his body, this is a human mage.

The human mage found Ange in the crypt, and said Huh in surprise: A skeleton? Why did the skeleton run up the slope? Uh, sorry to bother you, can you let me take shelter from the wind here?

The human mage just asked casually. As we all know, skeletons must reach the gold level to have wisdom. Ordinary skeletons act more instinctively, and they will attack when they find a threat. Maybe the skeleton in front of them will pounce on him the next moment come up.

However, if he dared to walk in the land of death, the human mage would naturally not pay attention to a mere gray bone skeleton. He took off his bucket hat and waved outwards.

A huge head protruded into the pit, instantly filling up the remaining space in the pit. It was a bone horse, with the blue soul fire shining in the hollow eye sockets.

The pit was not big enough to accommodate a skeleton, a human, and a bone horse's head. There was not even room to turn around. Ange shrank to the passage with another crypt, blocked the exit, and made room for a larger pit. Space.

When the wind of rest is raging, why does a human mage appear here? Doesn't the wind of rest affect him? Even if it couldn't affect him, how did his bone horse survive?

Angus soon found out.

The human mage first glanced at him curiously to confirm that the skeleton had no desire to attack, and then stretched out his hand to press the bone horse's head. Wisps of black smoke rose from his palm, coming from the bone horse's eye sockets. Nostrils and other hollow places drilled in.

Where the black smoke passed, the bone color of the bone horse gradually faded. Only then did Ange notice that the bones of the bone horse had been eroded by the wind of rest, and there were signs of decay on the surface.

The Resting Wind has a very strange mechanism. If the bone has a soul, the Resting Wind will erode it, but if it is just a bone without a soul, the Resting Wind will protect it instead, delaying the death of the skeleton. The speed at which it decays will even give birth to a new soul fire, turning it into a skeleton.

The bone horse has the fire of the soul, so the bones are eroded, but the traces of this erosion slowly disappear under the comfort of the black smoke.

Ange understood a little bit why this bone horse was able to walk under the wind of rest. It is likely that human mages are constantly treating it.

However, this was a very waste of mana. After the black smoke covered the bone horse's head, the human mage thought of something, slapped his forehead, and said angrily: I'm stupid.

The human mage stretched out his hand and twisted off the bone horse's head. The skeleton's soul fire was in the skull. After removing the head, the bone horse's skeleton left outside the pit lost the soul fire. The wind of rest would not damage it.

Holding the bone horse's head, the human mage sneered at An Ge: I forgot the time on the way, thanks to your trap, otherwise we would have been blown to death here by the evil wind. By the way, why did you come to this slope? This is not a place for your skeletons, it is full of gravel, and the pit is not easy to dig.

Ange looked at the mage with empty eyes, and didn't speak. Isn't this a place for skeletons?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is true that when the terrain rises, the skeletons disappear, and the little zombies have to go to the flat ground below the slope to find other skeletons.

Seeing his stupefied look, the mage chuckled: Don't mind, after staying in a deserted place for a long time, I don't even have a speaker, and my language skills have degraded. So no matter who I meet? I will try to talk to it Let's chat.

Regardless of Ange's reaction, the mage started talking on his own, as if muttering to himself:

This road is getting more and more difficult. Do you know what this road was called before? The Road of Gold, the Road of Grain, the Road of Silk and Silk, and the basin below used to be the world transfer station of the Undead Empire. Now But it has become the territory of you little skeletons.

After the undead empire disappeared, it became more and more difficult to do business on this road. Looking at the records in the old books, you can make a lot of money by opening a small shop on the road. It's not like I am now, traveling back and forth for most of the time. You may not be able to earn two months of rations. I really envy you, you don’t need to eat or drink, only you undead creatures can stay here.”

It would be great if the transmission channel could be opened. The food from the Undead Empire could be sold, and the things here could be sold. The business roads would be unblocked, and everyone would be rich. By the way, you undead creatures don't need to eat, so why do you produce such things? How much food?

Hey, I'm stupid again. Not all undead creatures belong to the undead empire. Almost a thousand years have passed, and the skeletons belonging to the undead empire are probably all extinct.

The mage just regarded Ange as something like a tree hole, and didn't ask for his response. He just babbled there on his own, but other Ange didn't understand, but he understood the last two paragraphs.

Undead creatures don't need to eat, so why do they produce so much food? Because the food was grown by a vegetable-growing skeleton like Ange.

The mage babbled to the end and sighed: The dungeon is in disaster again. If we can't find a new source of food, I'm afraid another group of people will starve to death. I hope the transmission channel can be opened this time. exist.

The mage finished chatting like a wish, glanced at the quiet Ange, laughed at himself, pulled up his cloak, and fell asleep slowly.

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