Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Anger drooped his head and walked towards the town dejectedly. His appearance was more pitiful than that of an angel skeleton, and he didn't know if he learned from it.

If Lisa Anna and others were here, they must have softened their hearts at this moment: plant it, let's plant it, and we will leave after planting these lands.

It's a pity that none of the people present were soft-hearted, ignoring Ange's pitiful appearance, and Negris even said: "Don't go to the angel skeleton, the wings are too conspicuous, so I won't go either, you throw me back to the place of rest Gong, I projected onto you."

"Oh..." Anger called out.

Angel Skeleton ran to Ange's side obediently, probably feeling that Ange was in a bad mood, so it behaved very obediently.

The wings were torn off and thrown into the Palace of Dormition. After being wiped with holy light, well, it was inconspicuous.

"Hiss—" Luthor and the others watched their teeth ache, and they just tore it off abruptly. Although everyone knew that Angel Skull didn't feel pain, the scene still made everyone's teeth ache.

As a Lich that doesn't feel pain, Negris felt his wings ache when he saw this scene.

In the end only Negris himself was thrown back to the Palace of Rest.

A group of people walked to Keren Town in the distance.

And in a ravine not far from here, Farrer, the Paladin and others who were returning after escorting Ange were kneeling on the ground in a row, with their hands raised above their heads, holding the things they earned from Ange in their palms. , basically like magic crystal silver coins.

There are also small packets of holy mushroom powder and holy water, these two are necessary for home travel, one for trauma and one for diarrhea.

Shamara, who had snatched a set of coarse clothes from nowhere, was pacing back and forth in front of them, and asked coldly, "These are the ones that Ange gave you?"

The wings condensed from the angel's arrival are gone, and Shamara, who is wearing coarse linen, is not conspicuous at all, except for a thinner waist.

But the black holy light in her hand made everyone feel like a cicada, even the holy light in her hand turned black, and the degree of depravity became deeper and deeper.

Faller and the paladins nodded bitterly, lamenting in their hearts: The money is gone, I hope to save my life.

Shamara was not interested in these things, shook her head, and drew the power of the Holy Light from them one by one: "Holy Light, give it to me."

Shamara's techniques became more and more proficient, and the plundering of the Holy Light did not hurt the lives of Fale and others, but made them feel as if their bodies had been hollowed out, and they were very tired.

When the captain of the paladin was drawn, Shamara recognized him and couldn't help but ask a few more questions: "Your injury is healed, Angie's?"

"Yes... yes, Shamara, my lord." The Paladin captain didn't know what to call her, sir? She has fallen.

By name? What if she is angry? After hesitating, he finally felt that it would be better to be respectful, after all, he was a polite paladin.

"Why, you still have the holy light on your body?" Shamara said while pulling out a ball of holy light power from the paladin captain.

"Master Ange helped me recover a little bit." The paladin captain replied honestly.

Shamara's eyes lit up: "As expected of the purest holy light, can it help you recover? It's amazing. This idea is good, so you won't be a believer in the church."

Shyamala's words made everyone dumbfounded. Why aren't you a believer in the church? Isn't it the purest holy light? Why do we say church? Don't they all talk about the faith of light?

Shamara didn't explain anything, but pressed the paladin captain's shoulder and said, "I'll help you recover a little too." The black light from his body poured into the opponent's body.

After all the paladins and Fale were robbed of the power of the holy light, they in turn injected black holy light.

Faller looked at his hands with a bitter face, and murmured: "Is this pollution? It's over, we can't go back, if we are discovered by the Church of Light, we will be the first to be purified."

...

An Ge and his party walked into Keren Town.

The brass dragon was thrown into the Palace of Rest, and the wings of the angel skull were torn off. Without these two most conspicuous features, Ange and his party seemed nothing....

Alas, it is still so conspicuous, such as the angel skeleton without wings, which looks like a dull, dull-eyed, fair-skinned, petite little girl.

At first glance, she looks like a little princess from a noble family, appearing in a small town on the edge of the desert, as conspicuous as a staircase to heaven in the dark.

As soon as they entered the town, they attracted everyone's attention. Two mercenaries who were napping on the steps of the tavern next to the town's entrance lit up their eyes and stabbed each other. One of them turned into the hotel as if nothing had happened.

Another mercenary stood up and greeted kindly: "Travelers from afar, welcome to Keren Town. I am Mark, a free mercenary. Hello."

It was the first time someone greeted me, and Luther responded enthusiastically: "Hello, Mark, my name is Luther, nice to meet you."

Luther grew up in the Abyss of Rest, and it was the first time he came to the human world. Keren Town was the first human town he came into contact with, and everything he saw was new.

"Oh, Luther, good name, may I ask where you are from and what are you doing in Keren Town? Is there anything I can do for you?" Mark said with a smile, very kind and enthusiastic, with a neighborly feeling Uncle-like kindness.

"Oh, thank you very much. We just passed by here. I heard that there is a brass dragon entrenched in the oasis in the desert. We are going to find it. I have a friend who wants to ride it." Luther said truthfully.

"My God, your idea is great. You are very courageous. I wish you success. This is the last town in the desert. If you need it, you can get sufficient supplies here." Mark said with admiration arrive.

Luther replied with a smile: "No need, we all take them with you, but thank you for your reminder."

"You're welcome, brave travelers, the Holy Light blesses you." Mark smiled sincerely.

"Oh, I wish you peace of mind." Luther responded happily, and after walking away, he said to everyone: "People on the main material plane are really warm and kind."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

When they left through the town, more than a dozen hideous-looking mercenaries poured out of the tavern, all of them vicious.

The mercenary who had napped with Mark before leaned over and said, "What is it?"

Mark laughed: "It's probably the children of the nobles who are dumbfounded by knight novels. They are going to find the brass dragon and say they want to ride a dragon."

Hahahahaha! There was a roar of laughter.

"I hope they won't be scared to pee when they see the brass dragon. The last time I saw it, I was almost scared to pee. It is tens of meters long, and one toe is thicker than my waist."

"It's almost, it's because I've already peed."

"Okay, okay, hurry up, these are big fish." Mark stopped everyone from laughing, and urged: "They should have a space magic weapon in their hands, and the horse has a sand-proof bridle on its head, without a package , but they said that the supplies are ready, so they must have been placed in the space magic weapon."

Space magic weapon? Therefore, when people hear this term, their eyes light up instantly. If there is something of high value, small size, and easy to cash in, the space magic weapon is undoubtedly the first, and it is more real than any sacred weapon.

After all, equipment and weapons are very difficult to use. Those who use swords don’t like knives. Armor needs to match the body shape. Magic accessories need to pay attention to attributes. Only space magic tools can be used by anyone.

Hurrah, everyone rushed out of the tavern and got on their horses.

Mark said hastily: "Don't hurt them, especially that little girl."

"Don't worry, we won't hurt her, who doesn't like Bai Nennen." A group of people rode out of the town.

Mark didn't follow, a few noble boys who had read too many knight novels, a dozen of them were enough to deal with them, and he didn't need to go out on horseback. He stayed at home, and maybe he could meet other big fish.

I don't know if it's the god of luck or the god of misfortune. Mark really has his wish come true. Another woman came from outside the town. She was wearing coarse clothes and linen, but her waist, skin and face were all amazing. The woman, but the expression on her face was a little indifferent.

"Haha, I like this kind of one that is cold outside and hot inside." Mark eagerly greeted him and greeted warmly: "Oh, this beautiful lady, welcome to Keren Town, my name is Mark, nice to meet you you."

Thank you Namaenonai, book friend 2017...0419, angry cotton, LutherQin for the reward.