Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Brusque was tearful, and was dragged away by the ear, and the mother dragon was holding the little golden dragon who refused to let go. No one dared to spend five hundred years with an egg, and was about to lose his child and suddenly The lost and found mother dragon makes sense.

Brusque hugged Negris, and reluctantly said: "Goodbye, my ancestor, I can't fulfill my promise, I feel deeply guilty, I can no longer live this kind of free life, woo woo woo.... "

Negris said impatiently: "Go away, go away, I'll tell you why you are so quick, you sell yourself without saying a word, dare to make such an idea, go away, you can't do this or that, it's useless to ask you."

Brusque had tears in his eyes: "Master Ancestor, you can help me intercede, and put on the posture and prestige of your god of knowledge..."

"I'm not familiar with you, so I won't talk about it." Negris waved his little paw, sternly refused, and then said: "Pull out one of your hairs and show me, and I'll see if your Dragon Transfiguration is qualified."

The topic is too jumpy, Brusque is a little confused, the ancestor wants to check the homework? You haven't checked for so long, and now you're checking?

Somewhat dazedly, he handed a piece of hair to Negris, and the hair slowly recovered into a palm-sized scale.

Negris nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, very good, you are a qualified patriarch, let's go, Dragon Island still needs your protection."

"Yes, Lord Ancestor." Brusque felt a heartwarming feeling of being encouraged and greatly encouraged by his ancestors. He turned his head and walked a few steps, and suddenly remembered something. When he turned his head, he saw Negris pinching its paw Scales smirked there as if stealing a chicken.

Something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't remember what was wrong for a while, so Brusk could only talk about the reason for his turning around: "My lord ancestor, where did the diphtheria go? I want to bring it back to Dragon Island as well."

Negris smiled solemnly, and said: "It's a beautiful idea, the holy essence of 200,000 magic crystals, the life essence of hundreds of thousands of magic crystals, two days of continuous casting, and scroll-level fine-level operations to reincarnate Xiaolong, it’s fine if you don’t pay at your own end, but you also want to take diphtheria away?”

Because he didn't pay, and wanted to sell himself but was dragged away by his wife halfway, Bruce, who knew he was wrong, didn't dare to say anything, and flew away with the mother dragon.

Halfway through the flight, Bruce's heart skipped a beat. He finally realized that something was wrong, his own scales! God! The little baby dragon was bred through the meat tissue inside the dragon egg, and then transferred its consciousness.

What if my scales fall into the hands of my ancestors, and I can breed a baby dragon? At that time, I will not be able to wash myself off even if I jump into the frozen ocean.

Looking at the elated female dragon in front of him, Brusk hesitated a few times, but finally didn't say anything.

The mother dragon only thought that the little golden dragon was hatched from a dragon egg. If she knew that the dragon egg had been smashed, the little golden dragon was re-breeded with a piece of meat from the baby dragon. The ghost knows if she can accept it, so it's better not to make trouble up.

And it was lucky. After all, Ange was bred from the meat extracted from dragon eggs, and the scales should not be bred. Of course, if it knew how Negris came from, it might not think so.

Thinking of a bunch of golden dragons that look exactly like it appearing on Long Island in the future, the mother dragon may not know who to tear first.

Hey, thinking about it this way, it seems acceptable.

Feeling apprehensive, Brusque flew away with the mother dragon.

Looking at the two figures disappearing at the end of the sky, Negris sighed. Although he complained about "this and that can't" all day long, in fact, there is such a strong man of truth sitting in charge, hoping that the oasis It is equivalent to adding a super defensive circle, even if someone wants to covet this place, he has to weigh it.

The role of Brusque is actually equivalent to the hole card, which can make Negris full of confidence. Even in the most dangerous moment, it has the ability to protect Ange's safety.

Now that Brusque has been taken away, this defensive circle is tantamount to dismantling. In case of encountering any strong enemy, everyone can only hope for luck.

So it cheated and pulled out a scale of Brusque. At a critical moment, this thing can also be used as a hole card.

Throwing the scales to Anger, Negris said: "Try it, can you use it to transform into Brusque."

Ange tried it and shook his head: "No, I'm not familiar with it."

"Unfamiliar? What do you mean? Are you talking about affinity?" Negris thought for a while before he understood the meaning of Ange's words, and asked, "Can you improve your affinity?"

Ange tilted his head: "Try."

After making a gesture, Ange stuck the palm-sized scales into his ribs.

...

After tossing all night, the sky began to get bright, and Rogge didn't dare to march under the sun. There were more than 3,000 liches, and more than a dozen of them must have died in the sun. Unless they had to, they were all nocturnal.

After shifting a little distance, in another sand dune, the undead creatures began to set up a place for shading against the rising sun. I saw them pulling out a piece of black cloth felt on their bodies, preferably thick and opaque, Spread it on the ground, press the four corners, and then spread thin sand.

Then dig a hole from one side to drill under the cloth, and look outside through the hole dug.

This is a ground tent shading method that is very suitable for undead creatures, because they are not afraid of heat or scalding. Even if the sand is hot to 70 or 80 degrees, it will not affect them, let alone ventilation and other issues.

Ange came back for these liches in Darkside City. They couldn't leave, so Ange was naturally not in a hurry to go back. He spent a few minutes building a sunken sandstone basement with magic, and then directly in the A stall was set up there.

All the liches infected with the undead germs come to the basement in order to receive treatment.

The hygienic situation of liches is not optimistic. After you die, you will not smell bad, feel itchy, painful, or sticky, and your willingness to clean yourself will decline rapidly, especially if the maintenance is not good. After it is broken, it will be even more broken and smashed, and it will be repaired one by one, and it will be clear if it is out of sight.

Most liches have bandages and inlaid decorations on their bodies, and when these are removed, the body is in terrible condition.

When the sanitation is not good, the spread of undead germs is like ducks in water. Almost every lich has more or less germs on their bodies, and some are more serious, with rotting skin and bones. Some symptoms are milder, but the hair is also lost.

Every lich can feel pessimism, despair, and depression, and they are obviously tortured by this germ and don't want to live.

Negris was shocked when he saw it: "This kind of germ is really vicious. If you can't get rid of it after infection, you can only watch yourself rot. In the end, it may rot like a gold tooth with only one head left. It's terrible. .”

When Negris said this, a lich with half of his face was sitting across from him. He forced a smile and responded: "Yeah, yeah, it's terrible. If it's rotten, it's okay, rotten!" It’s too scary when there’s only one head left, and it’s impossible to die.”

"Hehe, you don't have to be afraid, you are dead when only your head is left, and your soul is not in your head." Negris laughed.

The Lich thought about it, and found it reasonable: "That's right, I'm a Lich, so don't worry about this problem, haha, thank you for reminding me."

"You have a good mentality, what do you call you?" Negris asked, and when the two of them started talking, An Ge had already begun treatment.

In fact, Lisa can also heal, but in the dark side city, facing thousands of infected undead liches, Lisa was very smart not to do anything.

People, if you don’t suffer from poverty, if you suffer from inequality, it’s okay if everyone can’t be cured, but once there is a cure, and the cure can’t be spread to everyone quickly, problems will arise.

If there is a fight due to treatment at that time, Ferrin is not sure that he can protect Lisa, so she simply leaves this task to Mr. Ang, because only Ang can heal everyone non-stop in a short period of time. .

The Lich was attracted by Negris' words, so he didn't pay attention to Ange's treatment for a while, only to hear him say: "My lord, my name is Knab, a handsome bard."

"Uh, I know the bard, but why is he handsome?" Negris asked puzzled.

"Ah? Can't you? This is my biggest characteristic, just like the wisdom and wisdom of adults, others can tell it at a glance." Knab said sincerely, and the expression on his face made it clear who he was. Kissing or telling the truth.

Negris smiled so brightly: "Hahaha, the young man is very discerning. He can see my wise and wise qualities at a glance. It's not bad, um, it's really handsome."

Knab thought that Negris was being polite to him, but immediately he found that his face was strange, and the dry and rotten place was slowly bulging.

He raised his hand to touch it, but as soon as he raised it, Knab couldn't help trembling: Is this his own hand? This rough but fresh, skin and flesh, is it my own hand?

He crossed his hands and touched his waist, and couldn't help but press it on his waist. It couldn't be seen through his clothes. In fact, half of his waist had rotted away, revealing his spine. When he was alive, he was called a werewolf's waist, but now he is almost at the waist. All gone.

This pressing was solid, not empty, and his waist had already grown back unconsciously, including other damaged and rotten parts of his body.

"I... this... but..." Knab was so excited that he was incoherent and unable to speak. In just a few words, he, a lich who was half rotten and could almost be buried in the ground, unexpectedly recovered. Is it a miracle that he looked so handsome before he was alive? Is this a miracle?

Looking at Ange excitedly, he wanted to say something, but he choked up a few times and couldn't speak.

Angety slipped his collar, threw him out, and said to the outside: "Next."

There was an uproar outside, and the lich who vaguely recognized Knab screamed even more. Rogge asked them to come and treat the germs, but he never said that they could return to their former appearance.

Ange doesn't care what mood everyone is in, he just purifies the germs, and restoring vitality is a side effect of the cleansing technique, which has nothing to do with him.

When Lisa and the others arrived, they saw such a chaotic scene. Unhealed liches crowded in front of the basement against the sun, waiting eagerly.

From time to time, someone occupied the line and started fighting, and then Roger rushed over, beat up all the fighters, and then rushed to the end of the line.

On the other side, the healed liches gathered together and talked excitedly. Knab set up a wooden stake, stood on top of the wooden stake, and sang the hymn he had just made up with great emotion:

"The great Lord Ange, he holds the light of cleansing face in his hand, heals the wound...he is eight feet tall, handsome and stalwart, his body is like a pillar standing up to the sky, his eyes are like lightning piercing the fog..."

Lisa's eyes flashed with surprise: "The bard? That's great, I want this person."

After finishing speaking, he flew into the basement: "My lord, my lord, why did you hide here? Such a good opportunity to show miracles, whenever there is any healing activity in the Guangming Church, they can't wait to notify half a month in advance, so that the whole village People from all over came to watch and absorb a wave of faith."

"My lord, the high ground of faith, if we don't occupy it, the enemy will occupy it. Don't worry about it all the time. You don't need to prepare. It's a miracle when you move. You don't need to perform. You can write an epic as soon as you make a move. .”

"Even if you don't care, it's always right to have more soul flames, otherwise you won't be able to activate the halo of quick death."

It has to be said that Lisa has mastered the skill of persuading Ange. Speaking of soul flame and halo, Ange finally stood up.

After leaving the basement and rearranging the venue, Ange built a high platform with sand and sat on the high platform by himself, one by one undead creatures went up the stairs. No matter from which angle, you can clearly see Ange's movements.

Lisa also found Knab, quietly revealed the holy light of the cleansing technique, and took out a bottle of resting liquid, let Knab smell it, then took out a bag of gold coins, and smiled: " Are you interested in becoming a holy bard who spreads the glory and deeds of our Lord?"

From day to night, the liches were healed one after another, and the camp was full of laughter, a kind of laughter that relieved a heavy burden and rekindled hope, sounded from time to time.

Rogge was also relieved. These people in Darkside City were a heavy burden on his shoulders, and they were also the main reason why he was depressed and wanted to sleep forever. Although some memories were erased by Anthony, if the burden was still there, one day, he would still I fell into that depressed mood and couldn't get out of it.

Well now, the burden has been lifted, Ange has cured everyone, and Lisa is obviously happy to take over these people, all his burdens can be lifted.

"Oh, by the way, I can't go back anyway, and I don't need the key to this sleeping place anymore, give it to your lord, maybe you can use it." While talking, Rogge pulled out the key from his soul There was a soul flame.

"Sleeping place? What is that?" Negris asked, and An Ge also tilted his head in doubt.

"Ah? The Land of Sleep, the place where the immortal soul sleeps peacefully. It is the place where the tombstone can't be seen at a glance. We black knights are the night watchmen of the Land of Sleep." Rogge said.

Rogge had already pledged his oath of loyalty, and he could be safely brought into the Palace of Rest, so Ange stuffed him in, and under his leadership, he came to the right side of the Palace of Rest.

There was a fence there, and a broken iron door frame, but the door was gone, and everything behind the fence disappeared, leaving nothing but nothingness.

"You mean, there used to be a large cemetery behind this fence? A sleeping place?" Negris asked.

"Yes, where is the sleeping place? Why is the Palace of Rest so small?"

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