Undead Farm

"Dong Dust? West old?"

Weng Ling looked suspiciously at the two men.

"Wonderful names, where did they come from?"

In order to enter the abandoned forest, only one road in Luolan City was used. However, because she was guarding the stalls, she deliberately inspected the city and learned that there were no strangers passing by.

So the two teenagers either stayed in the forest all the time, or...

Is it from the foggy forest?

"Oh, how could it be! There is..." Weng Ling shook his head and dismissed this ridiculous thought.

"I saved it from a camp in Goblin."

In the night, I put on the clothes that the old man handed over, and stayed away from the two steps of Weng Ling.

"They won't write or speak."

"These **** Goblin!"

Seeing that the two young guys looked numb, Weng Ling suddenly made up for the two brothers to be cut off by the murderous Goblin, and cut off the tragic drama of the tongue and soup.

As for where they came from, she has been left behind by her...

"So you will be hurt? Really, don't you go back to the city to ask me for help?"

"Not too late." Night three shook his head.

Hearing his answer, Weng Ling was silent for a few seconds.

Obviously this guy was cold and timid last time, did not expect...

"Your injury..."

"Small injury, it doesn't matter!"

When he was struggling, the dregs applied dropped some, and Weng Ling glanced at the wound, and did not feel as terrible as the broken leather armor, at most a minor injury.

Oh, another stupid man who treats scars as romance!

After labeling the night three, Weng Ling decisively gave up his intention to heal.

"Okay, I am here to send you some clothes, quilts and drugs. In the morning, you are in a hurry and forget to tell you that it is a bit cool at night."

Weng Ling pointed to the distance, a touch of fire rose, it seems that her people are sorting things there.

"Oh, thank you."

Although the feeling of hot and cold is also weakened by the undead physique, but it is a kind of mind of others, and it is still acquainted with the night.

"Right, what are you going to do here? How to build a house on the unknown cemetery?"

Weng Ling suddenly found the scent farm next to him, curiously.

"I actually dig the ridge, are you going to plant something here? But what fertilizer do you use? So stinky!"

It’s impossible for a scent farm to be stinking, but it’s just a bad smell, not a real scent.

"Oh, I am thinking about being idle and idle. It is better to plant some vegetables to improve the food, and Laogu is a good farmer. Why did you choose this place..."

"Secret."

The night is more mysterious and authentic, but in fact he can't edit it.

“Isn’t you old steward? Is this a steward who will grow vegetables?”

Weng Ling looked suspiciously at the old age, and the old man took out his head and raised his head in a timely manner.

"Forget it... Since you have to grow vegetables, then I will send you some seeds tomorrow, but if you really plant them, you must sell them to me. I chew those dried meat and bread every day!"

"You are not the lord? How to eat so simple?" Night three more strange.

Weng Ling gave him a look.

"It seems that you are really waiting for a long time. I don't know anything. The land of Lorraine is so big. The biggest log resources are still occupied by Goblin. How much food can you grow in the rest? Think about it? The people in the city are not bad, how can I take the lead in luxury?"

"Is Goblin so fierce?"

"Otherwise? Don't think you killed a few Goblin..."

Weng Ling suddenly picked up a row of Goblin's body next to the scent farm, and his eyebrows jumped.

What is this guy going to move so many bodies back? Is it to show off with her?

Oh, man!

"Hey! Don't think that you are lucky enough to kill a dozen Goblin and think they are bullying. In fact, every year during the grain harvest season, they will run out for a while, and the soldiers led by Lorraine are reluctant to enter. The scattered inside of the forest is to send the meat. If it is assembled, then even the pieces of Goblin’s pockets can’t be found, and they can’t be destroyed.”

"One to two, Luo Lan led to help build a wall, recruited a few foresters to warn, but even so, the annual harvest season has a lot of crops have been harmed."

At night, I didn't go deep into the jungle, and I haven't seen the terrible sight of hundreds of Goblin rushing together.

In fact, there are at least tens of thousands of Goblin in the forest, but no one can live to count the specific number.

The biggest problem after Weng Ling took over Lorraine was these Goblin.

"You just said that the log resources? Is the log worth?" The third night asked more suddenly.

"Is there only money in your mind?!" Weng Ling gave him a look and asked.

The night was more indulgent for two seconds, just wanted to nod, but seeing Weng Ling's look seems a bit wrong, screaming and screaming.

Weng Ling sighed and explained: "Every place has basic specialties, and it is this forest that supports Lorraine to build the city. Through the wood and beast resources inside, Lorraine has become the best around. Rich city, but..."

"I don't know when this forest outside Lorraine was suddenly covered by fog, and the rest of the forest was occupied by Goblin~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was cut down, and the rest were shrubs and scorpion neck trees. There was no value at all. Even the beasts in the forest were almost eaten by Goblin. Otherwise, Lorraine would not decay so fast. ""

"And I, as the new Lord of Lorraine, it is my goal to restore control of this forest. As long as Goblin is killed and the wood in the woods can be safely transported, the glory of Lorraine will surely Regaining, people can live a happy life again!"

Weng Ling stood upright and passionate.

Nodded even more at night:

"Well, the logs can really sell money."

"Hey! Is this what I said? Are you listening to people in the end? Will you focus on it!" Weng Ling was anxious.

"Key?"

On the night of the night, I pointed out that the more than 20 logs left after the construction of the scented farm were asked:

“How much can this pile of wood sell?”

Weng Ling: ...

On the night of the third day, he did not get the answer he wanted to know. After sending away the Weng Ling, who had a red face, he sat on the side of the scent farm and picked up a piece of soft bread that had just been baked and smelled it.

This is what Weng Ling specially sent to him.

"Is it too much?"

On the third night, I asked the old man who was expressionless.

"Forget it, people are priests, I am a dead soul, or a little touch point."

Shake his head and stand up at night.

The undead does not need to sleep. This long night, he still has a lot of work to do.

But before that, he had to figure out one thing, one that made him care about the whole day.

This matter is not clear, he would rather leave the forest directly.