Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

After stealing the soul flame of faith from Ange, Negris knew that this day would eventually come. Godhead, if you have faith, are you afraid you will lose your godhead? Unless the real god finds out in advance, jump out and slap him to death.

But the problem is, the king is gone.

As long as no one comes out to stop Ange, with the size of his current followers, he should be able to ignite the fire and achieve godhood in a few hundred years.

Don't feel slow, there are slower ones, such as the God of Knowledge....

It took Negris more than six thousand years to ignite the fire. Thanks to being a brass dragon, his life was long enough, otherwise he would have died.

Originally thought it would take hundreds of years to ignite the divine fire, but who would have thought that the original godhood would be sealed in the main flame of the death flame in the Palace of Rest, directly allowing Ange to omit hundreds of years of accumulation.

What else can I say? Besides shit luck, Negris couldn't think of other words to describe it.

Now he is even more curious, what magic skill did Ange awaken?

"What is a magic skill?" Ange tilted his head and asked in confusion.

"Just like your Reaper's Scythe, you can release skills without much effort." Negris said.

Skills, in fact, are combinations of moves that conform to the power system and can be released without much effort.

For example, golden skeletons, it is easier for them to summon corpses, and a few kicks on the graves can summon large pieces of corpses, so there is the presence of the emperor.

The so-called awakening is to suddenly understand how to summon corpses is easier.

Skills must conform to the power system. For example, a magician will never awaken skills related to fighting spirit.

But the "God" skill is a bit complicated. In addition to conforming to the power system, it must also conform to the belief system. A necromancer who kills people like mowing grass cannot awaken the holy light skill that saves lives and protects the wounded.

However, it must conform to the power system and the belief requirements of the people, which will lead to some inexplicable and strange changes. For example, the divine skill of the Harvest Goddess is to gaze at conception. Under the gaze of the Harvest Goddess, it can greatly increase the chance of conception.

Therefore, many infertile couples hang a statue of the goddess of harvest in the bedroom, and have a married life under the gaze of a benevolent goddess holding rice ears every night.

Isn't it weird? According to Negris' research, it may be because in the simple beliefs of the masses, a good harvest and conception are linked together. A good harvest means abundance, the ability to feed more children, and a harvest. Children are also a Kind of harvest.

An Ge tilted his head and asked, "Your magical skills."

"Ah? Why do you ask this? It's not me who lit the fire." Negris said nervously.

It was because I didn't understand that I asked, Ange turned his head to the other side: "Your magical skills?" It's rare to hear a puzzled tone from the words.

Negris twitched a bit before saying: "The Halo of Enlightenment." The voice was so low that if he didn't pay attention, he would pass by.

"What's the effect of enlightenment halo?" Ange asked again.

Anyway, I have already said it, and Negris is not afraid of boiling water anymore, so he said self-destructively: "With the effect of a tornado, it is easier for people around me to enlighten wisdom, learn more knowledge, and it is easier to burst out of inspiration and achieve success. Higher academic achievement or something."

To be honest, this magical skill is super tasteless. It can only enlighten the wisdom of others, but it cannot enlighten the wisdom of Negris.

Therefore, as long as it stays with others, the wisdom of others will be improved, but it will remain unchanged. Isn't this the halo of lowering wisdom in disguise?

Moreover, the effect of the halo is gradual, and it will not be effective after staying for a while, that is to say, only those who have to stay with it for a long time will be affected.

Originally, for something like wisdom, it is meaningless to fluctuate by one or two points. Only when a certain amount has been accumulated, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, can it be clearly felt.

Who is qualified to stay with a brass dragon every day? It is conceivable how tasteless this magical skill is.

"Oh." Anger nodded, expressing his understanding, and then moved the heavy armored zombie in, forming a circle with his head facing inward, and then placed Negris' brass book in the center of the circle.

Negris was a little angry, did it enlighten the wisdom of these zombies?

An Ge nodded: "Isn't it possible?"

The intelligence of zombie skeletons is too low, and they need enlightenment the most. If they can be as smart as little zombies and angel skeletons, it will be much easier to command, but I don't know if it will work against zombie skeletons.

"Okay." Negris replied gritting his teeth. He is a god of knowledge, and he actually went to enlighten the zombie skeleton? Shambada: "I think you need enlightenment more."

"Oh." Anger responded, and a hand bone came in, ready to grab Negris out. Apparently Ange listened to it, and was going to take the brass book with him to enlighten himself.

"Stop! You are smart enough, you don't need the enlightenment halo, let me stay here, these zombies need to improve their intelligence." Negris hastily changed his words.

It ran out because of its madness, and was sealed in the Brass Book. Negris had no ability to protect himself at all. What if it was robbed? And what place could be safer than the Palace of Rest? Projected out, the shape is more free and safer, it is stupid to let Ange take it out.

Ange withdrew his piercing hand.

Negris wiped the non-existent cold sweat with his non-existent hand, and secretly thought: Chabada, don't talk nonsense with this stupid skeleton again, he will take it seriously.

The Brass Book obediently fell into the center of the circle of zombies, emitting a halo that was invisible to everyone. Anyway, in the Palace of Rest, it doesn't matter where the Brass Book is placed.

"You haven't said what your magical skills are? You don't have awakened skills, right? It doesn't make sense. Once the divine fire is lit, you should know what abilities you have." Negris said doubtfully.

Ange didn't know how to describe it, he came to the farm area with a thought.

Negris followed with a whiz, only to see Ange stretch out his finger and lightly tap a flower that hadn't bloomed.

With Ange's light touch, the flowers opened instantly, then withered and withered quickly, and finally turned into fly ash. The whole process may not even take a tenth of a second.

Negris jumped up throughout the book, and exclaimed in disbelief: "Chambada, rapid death? Halo? Does such a magic really exist?"

"Accelerated death?" An Ge tilted his head.

Negris explained: "Rushing towards death, I always thought that this magical skill was fabricated. In the halo of rapid death, all life will quickly burn its own vitality, accelerating the entire life process until death, as long as it has a lifespan living things, whether animals or plants, speed up the whole process of life."

"A creature that can live for a hundred years may die of old age after staying in your aura for a few hours. There is no defensive magic or equipment to resist it, unless it is a similar enchantment or domain."

"This is too perverted. Anyone who fights with you in the future will have to bear the risk of rapid death. If you fight with you for half an hour, you will be ten years old. With a short lifespan, who would dare to provoke you?"

"It's not fair, why can you awaken such a practical magical skill? Are you the illegitimate child of the goddess of luck? The scythe of death, the halo of quick death, are all practical combat skills, but you don't like fighting, you are a vegetable-growing skeleton What is the purpose of awakening this skill?"

Negris felt a little resentful at the end, why can't such a practical skill be awakened by himself?

Ange ignored him, and ran to the middle of the farmland on his own, and stepped on the open space with force.

After Ange got the hand of piercing the world, he has been focusing on farming here. The seeds alone have been sown for 300 mu, accounting for one tenth of the entire farm area.

This is almost the limit of what he could farm with a single skeleton before, but now that he has mastered the Death Scythe, the harvesting speed has been greatly accelerated, and it seems that he can take care of it with a little more variety.

The moment he stepped on his footprints, the surrounding crops germinated, grew, eared, filled, bloomed, fruited, and matured at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It may be that the coverage area is large, and the speed is not so fast. It took three hours for the crops to complete the entire growth process, and then it was about to enter the stage of withering and turning into fly ash, but Ange suddenly stopped. The halo of quick death, and then controlled the piercing hand, holding the death sickle and dragging it over the crops.

The entire acceleration process was abruptly interrupted like this.

Negris snapped the pages of the book shut. Before he could read it, he knew it would be like this. Any skill that came to Ange would become a vegetable-growing skill. Is this why he can awaken practical skills? ? !

...

Yin Coin hugged his box and did not let go: "No, I won't give it. If someone is in the box, he will lose the box and die."

"No, President Silver Coin, you and the box are too big, our teleportation array can't teleport there, don't worry, you teleport there first, we will teleport the box to you as soon as possible." Lan tried hard to persuade.

"No, I'd rather not go back than be separated from it." Silver coin refused loudly.

"Then let's teleport the box there first, and then teleport you there, okay?" Lan changed his plan.

"No, this is even worse, what if it is lost? No goblin will let its grocery store leave its side, so give up." Silver coins are determined.

Lan got a little angry: "If it wasn't for our teleportation array being too small, if it wasn't for your connections in the human world, would we bother you? I'll go by myself. We talked so much and gave you so many favorable terms, Now you are pushing it because of a box?"

"When we were talking, we didn't say that we wanted to separate from the box. No force can separate me from the box. Give up. If I know that you want to separate me from my box, I will definitely not talk to you." Yin Coin said angrily Speaking of.

"Isn't the power of money not enough?" Lisa stopped Lan who was about to run away, walked quickly to Yin Coin, took his hand, and stuffed a bottle of holy essence into his palm.

"The things in your box are miscellaneous and messy, and they are not worth a lot of money. You also said that this kind of holy essence without water can be sold for 1,500 magic crystals in the human world, which is equivalent to 15,000 magic crystals." A thousand dwarf gold coins, can it change your mind?" Lisa said.

When he heard 1,500 magic crystals, Yin Coin clenched the bottle tightly, with a troubled look on his face.

The things in his box are really messy, and he is very picky about the buyer. If he finds the right buyer, such as brass dragon scales, he can sell them at a high price of five hundred magic crystals, but if he can't find a suitable buyer, many things will be worthless value.

I am afraid that the most valuable thing is the box itself. A fake one is considered a space item, but no matter how valuable it is, it is not worth fifteen hundred magic crystals. But the problem is that it is a goblin grocery store. Can it be considered a goblin rape... a businessman?

The silver coin struggled for a long time before he said weakly: "It's not impossible, you have to pay more."

Lisa smiled slightly, took out another bottle of essence and stuffed it into the silver coin's hand, a dangerous light flashed in her eyes: "A bottle of essence is a deposit, after sending it to the box, you have to return it. If you want to add more money, then you can buy it, and the box belongs to us, how about it?"

Now it's Lan's turn to hug Lisa, she knows this woman's character too well, she can talk about anything, but if she talks about adding money, she will easily go berserk, don't hit the dog's head of the silver coin at that time, any plan will be ruined.

Yin Coin nodded, hugged the essence tightly, and pulled it with his backhand, and the grocery store box, which was said to be inseparable, fell into Lisa's hands.

He sat down in the small teleportation array with his head in his arms, and after a burst of white light, the silver coins disappeared.

After his figure disappeared, Lan spat and said bitterly: "This damned goblin, a guy who wants money, can he be reliable? Don't go away forever, our big teleportation array Can't make it again."

It has always been Ice City's dream to build a large teleportation array that can teleport living people. Their current small teleportation array can barely be teleported away only with such a small size as silver coins, which is too inconvenient.

To build a large teleportation array, several key materials are needed, which are not available on this plane, and they are controlled materials, which cannot be bought through normal channels.

Now that there are silver coins and the Yinguang Chamber of Commerce line, the chances of getting key materials are much higher.

Not only the materials for the teleportation array, but also a large amount of food. The planting areas of Ice City were all burned, and it would be very difficult to feed the remaining people.

Although Yinbi is a member of the Holy Front Army, Yinguang Chamber of Commerce is not, and Yinbi is only one of its partners.

Like this kind of chamber of commerce, a vice-chairman is equivalent to an independent caravan, with a high level of autonomy. Silver coins have their own manpower and business, and they only report to Leonard and the quartermaster. Did not know his existence.

Now that Leonard is dead, the Holy Vanguard is expected to be in chaos. Before the new holy knight takes over, no one will remember a goblin.

As long as the quartermasters are in order, a report of "adventure into the enemy's camp to inquire about information, fall to the enemy, bribe the guards to take the opportunity to escape and bring back important information" will appear on the cardinal's table.

With such a plan in mind, Silver Coin, who returned to the human world, secretly visited the quartermaster's private house in the dark, and just knocked on the door a few times, the door opened with a 'wow', and a black hand protruded from inside and slipped him in.

In the room, he saw three shadow-like black figures, one of whom was carrying the quartermaster, with a blurred face approaching the quartermaster's face, sucking out strands of soul flame.

"Black... black warrior!? Don't, don't search for my soul, I'll tell you everything." Yin Coin was scared to pee, and the other party couldn't wait to move before he could speak.

The black warrior carrying the silver coin snorted coldly, twisted his hand, and broke the neck of the silver coin, and moved his face to suck out the soul, searching for the memory.

After a long, long time, the black samurai opened a gap between his eyes, and murmured a few times: "The vegetable-planting skeleton? The saint? The sword master? The angel? The strange combination, the interesting abyss... the bishop should like it."

The voices became weaker and weaker, just like their shadows, getting weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared into the air, leaving only two corpses.

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