Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The palace looks like a skull, but it is magnified many times, and it flies in from the two eye sockets. It is a huge space, which is almost the same proportion as the brain cavity. A purple gold skeleton that lost its right hand sits on the throne. .

Who else could it be except Bone Locke? There is only one Zijin Mourning, the strongest undead creature under the king. If there is no king, then Bone Locke is a well-deserved undead king.

Unfortunately, there can only be one king.

"Why are Locke's bones here? Didn't he say that he died with the Seraphim? Piero is lying." In private, Negris is still used to calling Anthony the Black Warrior Emperor by his name.

Taking a closer look, Locke's skeleton remains intact, but it is not in a good condition. The surface is full of small holes, like severe osteoporosis.

If it is an ordinary skeleton, a thousand years have passed, this state is normal, but this is a mourning body, even if it is soaked in the swamp every day, it is impossible to rot like this, it should be a solid bone Locke continued to suffer damage from certain forces after his death.

Ange's little finger pointed at the skeleton, and it sizzled, and a little holy light flashed like sparks.

Sure enough, the power of the Holy Light still remained.

Negris was amazed: "Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the strong bone Locke, who has endured the damage of the holy light for more than a thousand years, and has not fallen apart. His enemies are also powerful, and the power of the holy light has remained for thousands of years. Not from the seraph."

Ange raised the holy light and slowly wiped it over Locke's bones.

"Uh, that..., my lord, didn't you say that the holy light hurts? You still use the holy light to wipe it?" Luthor didn't quite understand the difference between the holy light and the holy light.

"Ange's holy light is different from the ones on Locke, and the thoughts are different, but their power attributes are the same, and they can be diluted and neutralized. For example, if you are soaked by someone, then water will Come on, you won't feel sick anymore." Negris explained.

Luther's face was wrinkled: "I think your analogy is disgusting."

The holy light can neutralize the holy light. After Ange wiped it, the residual holy light on Locke's body was almost gone, and it would not sizzle to the touch.

Ange touched it, and a message immediately flooded into Ange's soul: "Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"

Anger seemed to hear Locke's voice, which rumbled in his soul like thunder, accompanied by a huge and strange face and a strange breath.

The message Locke left was to kill this face and the creature with this breath, and it should be left to his people. It is estimated that it would never have imagined that after a thousand years, the one who came to its temple was A vegetable growing skeleton.

So Ange didn't care about this information at all, but used his own Locke's hand to hold Locke's arm, and soul energy poured in.

No response, no drive.

Well, even if it can be driven, Anger doesn't plan to replace it with Locke's skeleton, because the state of this mourning body is too bad. Don't break it in two steps at that time, it will be bad.

Move Locke's skeleton outside, find a large bucket, curl it up and put it in.

Luther was shocked: "Uh, my lord, wouldn't you use it to make a bar?"

It is rumored that in the main material plane, some aborigines will use all kinds of plants and animals to make wine, which is said to nourish the body. Could it be that Master Ange will also do it?

"Wine, what is it?" Ange asked puzzled.

The resting liquid has been stored a lot, and all of them are sealed and stored in large wooden barrels. However, after the breath of death is saturated, even if the lid is opened, the liquid of rest will not dissipate quickly.

Anyway, there is no soul in Locke's skeleton, so there is no need to open it, pour the resting liquid and cover it, hoping that the resting liquid in the barrel can repair Locke's skeleton.

A bit bored, Luther asked Ange: "My lord, when did we leave here? We have been hiding here for half a month. Those pursuers should leave."

"Half a month? Hide again..." An Ge wanted to say hide for another few decades. Anyway, he has stayed here for more than a thousand years, and he has land to plant, so it won't be boring.

But before he finished speaking, he felt something, and said: "Someone touched my bones." Then he slipped away and disappeared.

There is no high-intensity search operation that can last for half a month, especially when there is no clue and the assassin is likely to flee thousands of miles away, the searchers from all sides have dispersed long ago, and only set up at some key intersections. Go to the checkpoint and check the passengers coming and going.

However, from the moment the checkpoint is set up, it is not only possible to interrogate assassins.

Ordinary people soon began to live their own lives. Although the death of a cardinal was a major event that shocked the entire world, what did it have to do with ordinary people?

The lives of poor people must continue. If they don’t come out to work, they may starve to death in bed tomorrow. Uh, sorry, I lied, there is no bed at home.

Carrying a bamboo basket on his back, Old John limped along the forest path opened up by the swordsmen more than ten days ago, got into the woods, picked all kinds of wild fruits, wild vegetables, and wild mushrooms, and arranged a few It's a trap for catching small animals. If you're lucky, there may be small animals eating their meat tomorrow.

It has been a long time since I have eaten meat. In recent years, food has become less and less, and famines occur at every turn. How can there be extra food to feed livestock? The number of animals that come from hunting is scarce, and there is no bankrupt farmer like Old John. .

Fortunately, when I was young, I wandered around with a mercenary group for a while, learned a lot of hunting skills, and occasionally caught one or two small birds and small animals, and lived a little more freely than others.

It's a pity, if he was ten years younger and had no injuries on his feet, Old John would have burned all his broken possessions, and then found a mercenary group to dawdle, and died outside and never came back.

The life of the poor people is getting more and more difficult. Even a knowledgeable person like him has become a bankrupt. The few acres of land he bought with the money he saved when he was young, all belong to the noble family.

Now he can only pick some wild fruits and vegetables, and live every day. After all, no matter how poor the mercenary group is, they will not accept an old cripple.

Pulling here, pulling there, in a bush, Old John found a gray skeleton.

"Hey, a poor man in a foreign land." Old John was not surprised, nor was he afraid, but sighed: "help you find a resting place, I hope your soul is at peace."

Traveling around when he was young, Old John had heard of a religion called the Temple of Immortality. The gods in it could live forever and give believers eternal life. Peace of mind is their most commonly used sacrificial phrase.

Old John couldn't see it at all. Following his words, a wisp of soul flame gushed out of his body and submerged into the pile of bones in front of him.

Normal believers consecrate their soul flames one by one, but this old John has only one strand, which shows that he is a pan believer with unsteady beliefs.

But because of this ray of soul flame, the flame that was about to ignite in the skull of the skeleton stopped abruptly, otherwise, the pile of bones might jump up and chop people with a sickle in the next moment.

Old John murmured about peace of mind, then put down his back basket, picked up the pile of bones into the basket, put it on his back again, and limped out of the woods.

There will be an intersection from the village forest to the village. At this moment, a newly established checkpoint is blocking the road, and the sheriff of the village and his subordinates are checking the travelers there.

It is not so much an interrogation. If it is a nobleman in luxurious clothes, he will let it go without even looking at it. If it is a commoner, he will make trouble in every possible way.

If you have experience, quickly give two small coins, and you will be inspected smoothly. If you have no experience or your tone is too harsh, no matter what you pull, you will roughly open it and dismantle it one by one, and sprinkle it all over the floor.

Even if nothing is found, the cargo is almost completely destroyed.

Old John limped to the front of the checkpoint. The sheriff obviously knew Old John, glanced at his back basket, and said disgustedly: "Picking this thing again, is it disgusting?"

"Things that can fertilize the field are no more disgusting than you." Old John scoffed.

"Go away." The sheriff waved away the man, opened the checkpoint, and told him to hurry over.

One of the sheriff's men was a newcomer sent by the town. He didn't know Old John, so he couldn't help but asked, "My lord, should we let him go?"

"What if you don't let him go? An old cripple can't squeeze anything out, it's a waste of time." The sheriff said angrily.

"Uh, what did he pick up that thing for?" The back basket was uncovered and empty, and everyone could see the gray skeleton inside.

"He said he would take it back to fertilize the field, but where did he have fields, oh, and the two fields in front of and behind the house, where some medicinal materials were planted, said to be elderberries, and he said he wanted to bring back the lame feet. Haha, elderberry Even those pharmacists can't grow this kind of medicinal material, just rely on him as an old cripple?" The magistrate laughed.

The newcomer's subordinates also laughed, and then said with the mentality of showing in front of the new boss: "But he is so rude to you, shouldn't you teach him a lesson?"

The sheriff laughed: "That's simple. He picks up these disgusting things all day long, saying that he believes in undead creatures and worships skeletons. Whoever you are, go and report to the priest in the town."

The people under him became excited, and one of them volunteered and said, "I'll go." He immediately ran away without a trace.

A group of people made fun of an old cripple, so there was no pity or guilt.

Old John didn't know that he had gotten into trouble, so he started digging a hole when he got home, buried the skeleton he picked up, and murmured as he buried it:

"Traveler who died in a foreign land, I will find you a resting place. I wish you peace of mind. I hope you can go to the kingdom of immortality and enjoy endless life forever, without hunger and pain..."

After the burial, he didn't set up a tombstone or anything like that. He just took an elderberry and plugged it in. He claimed to grow elderberry, but that kind of medicinal material that even a pharmacist couldn't grow, how could it be an old cripple like him What can be planted is just an excuse. Every piece of ground has a corpse.

This is one of his obsessions. As for why he did this, it was all due to an incident when he was young. The matter was so miserable that he couldn't bear to recall it. Since then, whenever he came across a dead body by the roadside, he tried his best to bury it.

Sighing, he was about to stand up when a gray hand bone suddenly protruded from the ground where the skeleton had just been buried, causing Old John to sit down on the ground in fright.

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