Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Soul moss is a magic plant. Like most magic plants, it decays when it leaves the soil. It must be stored in a magic vessel immediately, or it must be solidified with some holding magic. The child did not pick and release anything with his bare hands, which is simply reckless.

The roar from the sky startled the child, and he sat down on the ground, gesturing upwards with the wooden shovel in his hand in panic.

The child's small face was tilted up, revealing a face with tiny dragon scales on the cheeks, the bridge of the nose and the tip of the eyebrows.

"Huh, mistress? Whose mistress? Little Ellie, is it yours?" Negris asked in surprise.

Naiaili flew down, sniffed the child, and said with disgust: "Yes, I don't want this slave."

"Ah? Why not, your minion, you are responsible." Negris said.

Brusque also fell down, and said seriously: "Grandma Nealie, although you have a high seniority, you can't abandon your dragon minion. If you really want to do this, I will invite the Black Dragon Code."

Nairi pouted aggrievedly: "I know..." Then she patted Negris on the head with her paw: "You are in charge, you smell like poop."

puff! Feelings are like this to dislike, if there is a smell, just wash it off.

Dragon minions are creatures polluted by the power of dragons. Some creatures living in the territory of giant dragons will directly and indirectly come into contact with the power of giant dragons, causing them to be polluted and become minions.

It is hard to tell whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to be polluted by the power of the dragon. Some creatures have mastered a little power of the dragon. Whether it is cultivation or learning, they can get twice the result with half the effort. dead.

But no matter what the consequences are, the dragon needs to be responsible for it. The Black Dragon Code of the Dragon Clan stipulates that whoever pollutes will take care of it. Any minions polluted by the dragon must be responsible for themselves and are not allowed to be abandoned.

Of course, the giant dragon is not a kind creature. The code only stipulates that it should be responsible, but it does not stipulate how to be responsible. Whether it is eaten, enslaved, or raised, it is a responsible attitude.

The little angel fell down, since it won't ashes as soon as the holy light is released, Ange no longer confiscated its wings.

Fly to the child and lift him up.

The child was so frightened that he swung the wooden shovel indiscriminately and hit the little angel with crackling crackles. A white dress and a fair and tender face were covered with gray marks.

The little angel unceremoniously punched the child in the eye socket.

"Don't! Oh!!" Negris yelled in fright. With the strength of the little angel, he punched him, so he couldn't blow the child's head off?

Fortunately, this did not happen. The child's eye socket was punctured with black circles, and tears burst into tears from the pain. Tao threw down the wooden shovel and covered his eyes, crying loudly.

The little angel punched the child's other eye socket again, and immediately both eyes became panda eyes.

The child was sore from the pain and had a runny nose, and it was too late to cry for a while. After a while, the strength slowed down, and he cried again.

Then, without any surprise, he was punched on the cheek by the little angel again, crying, being punched, it was fine if he didn't cry, the child covered his mouth almost instinctively.

The little angel nodded in satisfaction, lifted the child's hand and shook it vigorously, shaking off the bits and pieces on his body, then held up the holy light with the other hand, and wiped the child's face, a rough face was wiped clean up.

Those dirt, blackheads, and skin flakes are all purified under the light of the purification technique, which is more effective than any finger of death whitening, rejuvenating, and spot removal technique.

The oily dirt on the hair has already made the hair into a pile. After being wiped by the purification technique, it is like brushing it with a sideburn brush. It is so clean that there is no way to tangle it, but the damaged hair will definitely not be repaired. Come back, a mess of dry branches.

But this was already an unbelievably miraculous method for the dragon child in front of him. He was so shocked that he stared at the little angel with big bright eyes and adored him.

The little angel wiped him clean all at once, like a chick just hatched, with clean hair fluffed up, so fluffy and cute.

Negris flew over and asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"Hey, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh." The little boy made a sound of unknown meaning.

After some communication, Negris said: "I can't speak, I don't have the language ability. Is he the only one here? No way?"

"Where do you live, kid? Is there anyone else?"

"Hey, huh, huh," said the little boy.

Because he was a dragon minion, he was relatively strong, but after careful inspection, Negris found that he might only be four or five years old.

A child who has no language ability and cannot communicate, and can't get useful information from him, Negris had to search around by himself.

A child of this age does not have much ability to survive, so his range of activities will not be too large. After walking around, Negris found his residence.

There is a hollow not far away. The hole is not deep, and it can accommodate two people sitting in it to shelter from the wind and rain. At this time, a skeleton has already sat in the deepest part of the hollow, and a lot of dust has accumulated on the skeleton. , obviously dead for not knowing how long.

But a piece of blanket was carefully covered on the skeleton, only the corners showed traces of flipping, and next to the traces was a shallow pit that was rubbed brightly. After careful comparison, it was about the size of a dragon's child.

Only from the traces of the skeleton and the pit, Negris can guess what happened.

This skeleton lived in seclusion here with a baby before it was alive. Some accident happened, and it died suddenly. The baby survived alone, relying on the soul moss on the nearby cliff and other plants that were spawned by the power of the dragon. Thus being polluted and becoming a dragon's minion.

Because no one taught him, he can't speak, has no language skills, he doesn't even understand that the skeleton is dead, and puts precious blankets on the skeleton, while he occupies only a little bit.

It was so difficult, but the child struggled and survived.

After listening to Negris' conjecture, Niaili's maternal love couldn't help flooding: "Oh, it's too pitiful, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mother Long will take care of you in the future, hey, come here and let Mother Long hug you." As he spoke, he wanted to reach out and hug him.

Unexpectedly, the little dragon boy hid behind the little angel with a whoosh, watching it vigilantly.

"Ah, don't run away, I am your dragon mother, come here quickly, you are my dragon minion, don't be afraid, I will not hurt you." Niaili said.

The little dragon child didn't respond, just staring at it vigilantly, Niairi wanted to go around and catch him, but he circled around the little angel to avoid it.

"Well, it looks like my minions don't recognize me anymore." Nieri sighed.

"Who made you dislike it when it was dirty just now, he remembered your dislike." Negris smiled gloatingly, and then was scratched by Niairi's paw on the face.

Ange tilted his head and looked at the skeleton for a long while, then suddenly made a gesture with his finger.

The skeleton covered with a blanket suddenly stood up.

A light of surprise flashed in the eyes of the dragon's child. He yelled, yelled, and rushed to the bone, but he yelled a few times, and found that the bone ignored him, so he couldn't help but pursed his mouth. Tears rolled in the eyes.

Negris flew in front of Ange, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing with it?"

"Disabilities." Ange said.

Negris couldn't help but flew to the skeleton, checked it carefully, and found the remaining information on it.

Residual consciousness is the information left on the body or objects of a soul with strong ideas. For example, the hand bones of the strong bone Locke contain a lot of information, which was finally interpreted by the Purple Skeleton Titan, thus building a transfer station that can communicate with the world Contacted teleportation array.

If there is no information left by Bone Locke, even if the teleportation array is built, the Purple Skeleton family will not be able to contact the world transfer station.

For the same reason, similar information remains on this skeleton. If the skeleton did not have a powerful soul like Locke before his death, then the information left on the skeleton can only show that his soul activity was very intense before he died, which is commonly known as His death will never rest in peace.

Ange doesn't need to be as troublesome as the Purple Skeletons to interpret the remaining information. Send a little soul energy over there, let the soul energy condense the soul fire with the residual consciousness as the core, and then use the soul fire to interpret the information up.

"Kid, take care."

"The magic rice is still close to succeeding, I am not reconciled."

"I am the strongest Druid."

"Dragon poo really stinks..."

Ange read out the interpreted information sentence by sentence, and the last sentence almost made Neaili explode.

"It turned out to be a druid. What is the magic rice? Is it the new rice he cultivated? Take care, who is he referring to? This child? Does it have no name? Isn't it his child?" Negris analyzed and interpreted At the same time, I searched it with my hands, and found a package from the original location of the skeleton.

"A bag of rice seeds, a planting manual, a secret druid, a robe, and some odds and ends."

"Show me the robe." Brusk saw the mark on the robe and said anxiously.

After taking a look, Brusque said, "I know who he is, the Great Druid of Spring Breeze, the most powerful Druid of mankind, who disappeared a few years ago, and unexpectedly died here."

"Last year, at the Spring Breeze Cup Druid Competition named after him, a grain seed with a yield of over a thousand catties appeared. It is said that it was bred by his deadly enemy, and it was specially displayed at the competition named after him. He came out and didn't expect him to be dead." Bruce said in disbelief.

"The strongest Druid among humans? Is it very strong?" Negris asked.

He has never heard of this name, but it is not surprising. Since humans are the strongest, no matter how strong they are, they are only humans. They were not born a thousand years ago. Reese didn't know the other party's name.

Bruce thought for a while and said, "It's close to the level of truth."

As a strong man of truth, Brusque said that the other party was close to the truth, so he must not have much moisture. Negris was shocked: "Close to the truth? That's very strong, why did he die here?"

After speaking, he quickly checked the skeleton. There was no damage, and he obviously did not die from trauma.

"Maybe he's too old. He's close to 500 years old. Human beings don't seem to have a record of living to this length of life. He's already the longest-lived human being I know." I don't know why. , Bruce's tone was faintly relieved.

"If it's really him, then this is definitely not his child. He's already five hundred years old, so it's hard to..." Brusque added at last.

Negris quietly leaned closer to Brusk and asked in a low voice, "Did you have any trouble with him? Why do you seem to be relieved?"

"Holidays? No." Bruce shook his head quickly: "How is it possible? I don't even know him. I'm just lucky. Fortunately, human life is short. A mere five hundred years old is already close to the truth. If their life is longer, Our Dragon Clan will have no way out."

As he spoke, he glanced at Negris enviously: "But the most enviable thing is the undead creature, immortality, alas, the life race, no matter how powerful the strong, can't escape the shackles of birth, old age, sickness and death, the undead creature is even the weakest. The skeleton can also live forever, which is too enviable."

In an instant, Brusque lost interest in speaking, and when he thought that he would die of old age in thousands of years, he immediately lost all interest.

Negris didn't know how to comfort it, could it be that he was not an undead creature? It's because he became a god that he can live until now. Isn't that even more shocking?

Just as he was about to change the subject, suddenly, a palpitating aura erupted from Ange's position.

Negris turned his head and saw that Ange was holding the Druid according to the secret method and was watching intently. The palpitating breath came from Ange.

Negris remembered this aura, and it would never forget this aura in its life. It was this aura that beat it into a dead dog and dragged it back to the Palace of Rest, the aura of Bone Locke.

Why did Ange's body burst out with the aura of Bone Locke?

Just as he was about to ask, he saw a twist in front of Ange. Ange's Locke hand was raised in front of him, and a figure slowly reflected in front of him.

The purple-gold skeleton, the purple soul flame, the flame of mourning flashing in the eyes, is the figure that makes it tremble—the master of mourning, Bone Locke.

Bone Locke also raised his hand and touched Ange's hand. The whole space was distorted. Ange and Bone Locke seemed to merge together, and finally there was only a purple-gold skeleton standing in place.

Bruce gulped, and said with difficulty: "Using the physical object as the medium and the spirit as the bridge to transform all things, this is the ultimate transfiguration technique of the Druids."

"I...I know, but, but why can he transform into a solid bone Locke?" Negris said tremblingly.

"No matter how strong the mental power is, it can become a creature with the same spiritual power. Maybe the Bone Locke you mentioned has very weak mental power. Using the real thing as a medium, Master Ang has something like Bone Locke?" Bruce said. K said.

It has never seen Bone Locke, and the information it has learned from the blood is dry, and it can't feel how powerful Bone Locke is.

But Negris gasped, and thought to himself: Ange's mental power is as strong as the strong bone Locke? God, it's impossible, right?

At this moment, An Ge raised his feet, and then slammed his feet on the ground.

After stepping on this foot, Ange seemed to have exhausted all his strength. With a bang, his figure distorted and turned back into the original gray bone skeleton.

"Huh, it's less than ten seconds, it's okay." Negris let out a sigh of disappointment or joy. The transfiguration can only last ten seconds, which is reasonable.

If Ange can maintain the deformation of the strong bone Locke, then it has to doubt whether the strength that Ange has been showing is faking.

"Is the last foot you stepped on the arrival of the king? Why is there no movement? Could it be that the skill was interrupted because it changed back?"

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