Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"It's Sand Pirates, hurry up, run!" Eric the merchant turned over and mounted his horse, cut off the rope of one of the carts, and then the others galloped with their goods.

Eric is an old merchant in the desert. There are twelve people in his caravan. They are all old buddies. He travels to and from this trade road all the year round. He knows every sand dune, every outer Gobi, and every oasis. , more familiar with the habits of sand robbers on the commercial road, and can safely avoid sand robbers every time.

No way, if he couldn't hide, his caravan would have dispersed long ago, and it would be difficult to keep his head around his neck.

Despite this, Eric still brought some 'tributes', which are all the necessities that Sand Pirates like, such as hemorrhoid ointment, sunburn ointment, cloth tea needle thread aphrodisiac, etc. The price is not high, but Sand Pirates are special. like.

Such tributes are packed in a car alone, and if necessary, they are thrown out of the car and let the sand thieves fight for it.

Some Sand Pirates who like long streams of water will stop chasing him when they see him doing so well.

Relying on this method, Eric escaped the pursuit of Sand Pirates several times, but the situation has changed a bit recently.

First of all, the number of sand thieves on the commercial road has increased, as if most of the sand thieves in the entire desert are concentrated in this area. Along the way, Eric has encountered sand thieves three times.

This is very abnormal, you know, because of his rich experience, he always bypasses the main road along the way. For example, the straight line distance between two oases or water sources is the shortest. Caravans like to go back and forth on this straight line. Sand robbers also like to rob there.

So he will take a detour and avoid this straight line. It will take a little longer, but it is safer.

Of course, only an experienced old merchant like him has the courage. In the vast desert, there are no markers. If you accidentally miss a water source or an oasis, what is waiting for the caravan is likely to be death.

But now, he has taken a detour and encountered three bands of sand thieves. How much did the sand thieves get on the straight commercial road?

The first two times they took advantage of the horse's speed and they ran away. The third time, the horse couldn't run anymore, so they had to throw the tribute cart down.

However, the sand robbers rushed to the front of the tribute cart to look through it, and then chased after him, shouting something while chasing.

Eric didn't listen carefully, and buried his head in the horses and galloped. His caravans were all three horses and one cart. The surface of the wheels was solidified with hysteresis, so it was not easy to get stuck in the sand when driving fast.

This is the most cost-effective desert wheel solution, full of folk wisdom. Who would have thought that the magic that was originally used to slow down the movement of objects could have such a magical effect in the sand.

Maybe it was because the tribute car slowed down the Sand Pirates' actions or something else, Eric's caravan quickly got rid of the Sand Pirates, at this time, he turned to his companions: "What did those Sand Pirates shout just now?" ?”

Behind him, a companion in a cloak who wrapped himself tightly and covered his eyes with a gauze responded: "They said, don't want aphrodisiacs, but water, give them water, they can buy it with money. "

"Hey, I believe he is a big-headed ghost. These guys are very bad, and they still spend money to buy things? I have never heard of sand robbers who spend money to buy things. They must be trying to trick us into stopping, kill us all, and rob everything Go." Eric cursed bitterly.

"They are not many in number. If you want, I can kill them all." The cloaked companion said emotionlessly.

"Don't, don't, don't kill and kill. We are merchants, and we have to do things according to the rules of merchants. The price that should be bargained, the tribute that should be paid, the profit that should be shared, money, one person There is no end to earning, and everyone earning together is the long-term solution. Without these sand thieves, who will I sell these expensive goods to?" Eric persuaded earnestly.

Sand pirates increase the danger of trade routes and increase the transportation cost of caravans, which naturally pushes up the price of goods. A carload of goods can be sold for four or five times the previous price. This time when encountering so many sand pirates, It's too dangerous, the price has to be raised.

When the cloaked friend heard the last, he gritted his teeth and scolded: "Profitable businessman."

In the distance, on the sand dunes in front of us, I saw people moving around, riding camels with white turbans, typical sand people's attire.

"Why are there sand people here? There is no oasis nearby. Could it be that the sand pirates are fishing?" Eric stopped the horse for the first time and watched from afar.

The sand people in the distance also saw Eric and his party, and immediately warned them, and immediately several sand people rushed up the sand dunes and looked over vigilantly.

Maybe it was because they saw the outfits and trucks of Eric and his party clearly, and quickly relaxed their vigilance. Except for the first one, the rest returned to the back of the dune.

This kind of reaction is a normal sandman's reaction. Eric quickly took another horse and galloped there with two horses. If the other party was a sand thief fishing, he would easily run away with one man and two horses. Shamin, that means meeting a client.

When the other party saw him coming by himself, he put his hand down from the handle, especially when he saw Eric raised his hands, Sha Min raised his hands in the same way, which meant there was no hostility.

The two sides quickly approached the distance where they could talk, and Shamin asked loudly, "Caravan?"

"Caravan!" Eric responded loudly.

"Where are you going!"

"Hope Oasis!"

"We are, what have we brought?"

"Tea Oil Iron Pot Acupuncture Book Cloth."

"Are there any seeds?"

"What? Seeds? What seeds? What are you doing with that?"

"No, no, nothing, just the children in the family are curious and want to see the plant seeds that the oasis doesn't have, so forget it if you don't have them."

What is Eric? The treacherous and treacherous desert businessman, he saw at a glance that what the sand people said was not telling the truth, so he immediately kept his eyes open and asked, "What about you? What are you doing here?"

"Building the road, you are blessed. After the road is built, you can reach the oasis much faster in the future." Sha Min responded.

"Building roads? You..." Eric wanted to blow the dog's head off the sandman on the spot, talking nonsense, building roads in the desert? Who is so stupid to come up with such a reason? If you lie to others, you will lie to others. Can you respect the person who has been deceived? Would anyone with a brain believe this kind of lie?

"You don't believe it?" Sha Min saw Eric's expression, and immediately became anxious: "You don't believe me, come and see for yourself."

Eric leaned vigilantly towards the edge of the dune and looked down.

I saw a road extending from the end of the distant horizon to the bottom of the sand dunes. At the front end of the road, two 'human' magicians were casting spells, continuously shooting magic into the sand. After reaching the saturation level, it sank suddenly. The sand subsides into a flat, solid sandstone road.

On both sides of the sandstone road, sandmen carry strips of grass felt, spread them on the sand surface at fixed intervals, and pour water on them.

On the road that has been paved, one carriage after another came and went, bringing in water and straw mats, and laying them on both sides of the road. Looking at the skillful movements of the sandmen, it was obvious that the same movements had been repeated many times.

"Really...really paving the way, you, are you crazy?" Eric said in disbelief.

Sha Min pulled out half of his saber with a clang, and cursed, "Who are you scolding!?"

"No, no, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I mean, if you build a road in the desert, it will be covered by sand dunes within a few days." Eric quickly apologized and changed his words.

He also realized that he had said the wrong thing, because the two mages who were casting spells and repairing the road were obviously outrageously strong. For a long distance, they took shape without taking a breath. He actually called such a magician a lunatic, it was too long to die.

Sha Min also knew that it was a slip of the tongue, otherwise the knife would not have been drawn halfway.

"Then you don't understand. Have you seen those grass mats? Spread them at certain intervals, and the sand dunes on both sides of the road will not be able to climb over." Sandman proudly introduced.

"However, but if you just spread it like this, aren't you afraid that you will die in the sun tomorrow? It's too late to stabilize the roots." Eric said worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, we have the God of Immortality, these grasses will not die in the sun." Sha Min said triumphantly, patting his chest.

"Ah? Immortal?" Eric responded immediately. Is it the immortal he thought of?

"Yes, it's the immortal who makes the plants flourish and survives no matter how much they are exposed to the sun." Sha Min said.

Hey, hey, have you made a mistake, is this the meaning of 'undead'? You are called 'undead in the sun', right?

The word "immortality" is a bit sensitive. Eric didn't even dare to argue with Shamin. He just asked Shamin if he could let his caravan come over. After getting permission, he gestured to his companions in the distance, and then continued his gaze. cast on the road.

"Huh? Young dragons? Four?" Eric noticed at this moment that three young dragons and a little girl were fighting back and forth on the road, and the fourth young dragon was arguing with the one with the upturned nostril among the two magicians. .

"It's you who said you were prostituted for two years. Could it be that in these two years, you just lay down and ate and drank for nothing, and didn't work?" Negris scolded Brusque confidently.

Brosk was panting from exhaustion, and said somewhat calmly: "I thought that what you said about prostitution was just to move your mouth like you, and it would be fine if a strong enemy comes and beats the enemy away."

"What do you mean? You can only move your mouth when you mock me, don't you? Do you believe that I let Diphtheria hit your son." Negris stared.

Diphtheria is naturally the silver dragon egg, it inherited the characteristics of its mother, and it also has a few white scales on its throat, so according to the habit, it also inherited its mother's name, but the little diphtheria is a male.

Silver dragons are melee dragons, and golden dragons are French dragons. With the same size, golden dragons will always be the ones who get beaten.

Brusque stared with anger. Facing the rogue ancestors of the Dragon Clan, he, the patriarch, had no other choice but to blow the dragon's beard and stare.

Grandma Niaili is old enough, and Negris is even older, and besides the legendary dragon god, the only dragon who ignites the divine fire in the dragon clan, her prestige is frighteningly high.

If Negris is willing to return to the dragon family, those dragons really don't know who they will listen to.

After being angry for a while, Bruce said helplessly, "Then you shouldn't lie to me."

"Where did I lie to you? Did you say it yourself? You can do as much work as Ange does. Did you say it yourself?" Negris said confidently.

"I..., I..." Brusk was so choked that he couldn't speak, yes, he said this, but who would have thought that Ange was a pervert.

Originally thought that he was a dignified and strong man of truth, but fortunately others had worked hard for a year, and it could do it with one or two magic spells. As long as others could finish the work, it would certainly be able to do it easily.

Who would have thought that Master Ange could work 24 hours non-stop from morning to night, from night to morning, even better than the donkeys in the slave team.

It does as much as Ange does, oh my god, why do I have to say such things? !

"Huh? A caravan is coming?? Hurry up, tell them to come down, how about letting them try this road? Can you go?" Negris found Eric and his party on the dune, and quickly ordered.

Neaili is the god of the sand people. Although she failed to ignite the fire, everyone's devotion to it is not inferior. As Negris is Niaili's nominal spouse, what is that? priest?

Hearing the priest's order, the sand people hurriedly invited Eric and others down.

Stepping on the sandstone road, Eric was keenly aware that the desert might be changing. If the person who built the road in front of him didn't have enough strength and time to guard the road, after that, around this road There will definitely be no less bloody storms.

This road will greatly shorten the time for the caravan to go to the oasis. It would have taken twelve days to travel, but it may only take two or three days after the road is completed.

In the future, detours like his would no longer exist. Others only needed two or three days to complete the journey, but he needed more than ten days. It was impossible for the caravan to survive.

Walking along the road, you must face the Sand Pirates. These two powerful magicians have the ability to build such a road, but do they have the time to guard it?

All of a sudden, Eric's mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, but when he looked up, he found that everyone's attention was not on him, but on the tightly wrapped companion behind him.

Eric's heart skipped a beat, and the secret path was not good. Obviously, those two powerful magicians had already seen through the identity of his companion.

However, the two magicians didn't seem to be very interested. After looking at it a few times, they continued their work. The one with the nostrils in the sky shouted loudly: "I don't care, I will go to sleep for another two kilometers, and then go to sleep. Don't wake me up." Me, when I wake up, I will make up for what is missing."

After finishing speaking, it strode forward and ran directly into the range of sandy soil. It saw it stepping down barefoot, and the sandy soil seemed to be stepped on by invisible big feet, and a large area sank a little.

The rudiment of stepping out of the road step by step, ran all the way up the sand dunes, ran two kilometers away, turned around and ran back, the ground was stepped on and sank a little, and repeated several times, a two-kilometer sandstone road was hardened. Stepped out alive.

This time Brusk finally couldn't hold it any longer, he found an open space out of breath, plunged into it, and soon sank into the sand.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Brusque has already surrendered. It has high efficiency, but it also consumes a lot of mana. Although Ange is slow, it lasts for a long time. In a short period of time, Brusque wins, but after a long time, Brusque will be exhausted into a dead dog up.

Negris stretched his neck, snorted, and turned his head and shouted: "Lisa, there is a lich among the guests, come and entertain me."

Eric and his cloaked companion froze, their hearts raised in their throats: They were seen through, what should we do?

What can be done? In the line of sight of the two powerful magicians, he dared not do anything, he could only watch a young woman in a black gauze skirt come in front of them.

"Hey, it's still a little girl?" Lisa said in surprise when she saw the cloaked figure at first sight.

Die as long as you die, because you dare not do anything anyway, Eric went all out, and said openly: "Madam, it may not be good for you to be called a little girl, this lady is already very old."

"Oh, how big is it?" Lisa asked curiously.

"This lady is two hundred years old." Eric said.

"Ah?! That's really not good. I'm over a thousand years old. Calling you a little girl makes you old." Lisa said worriedly.

Pfft, you look so tender, how dare you say that you are more than a thousand years old? Eric almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, kid, take off the bucket scarf and let grandma see it." Lisa said enthusiastically.

The cloaked girl hesitated: "Stop it, I'm not good-looking, I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"Haha, haha, business is here, I'm not afraid of your ugliness, face cleansing technique, learn about it." Lisa was as excited as a tauren aunt pulling people at the entrance of a temple.

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