Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Anthony put on a cloak and wrapped himself tightly.

Under the crotch is a cursed undead horse: "I let you ride it because of Polk's death. After the fight is over, roll as far as you can."

"Yes yes yes, I'm sorry for you, get out after the fight, get out after the fight, give me some strength later, the opponent is the body of a god, I can't handle it alone." Anthony said with a smile.

Lightning carried Ange on his back, and kept squinting over curiously.

"What are you looking at, stupid horse with long horns, let me eat your soul again." The undead horse glared at Lightning and cursed viciously.

Lightning grinned, showing white teeth and a disdainful smile, ignored the undead horse, but glanced at Anthony and asked, "Your wife?"

"ah?"

"Ah!?" Both Undead Horse and Anthony were dumbfounded by the question, and Anthony quickly waved his hands: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

The undead horse scolded furiously: "Stupid horse, undead have no gender, idiot."

Lightning still ignored it, and asked Anthony again: "Your daughter?"

Anthony smiled wryly: "No, no, although I was raised, I have never heard my words."

"That's fine." Lightning performed his unique skill of "taunting with his face", glanced sideways at the undead horse, and said slowly and clearly with his mouth: "Stupid—(silence)——"

"Say it again, you stupid horse, say it again." The undead horse was furious, roaring furiously with its soul.

"Stupid—(silenced)——" Lightning repeated, it doesn't matter what it says, even if it calls you 'Mom' now, you'd have to explode, because its expression is too irritating.

As soon as the undead horse turned away, it was about to bump into it angrily, but the next moment, the blade of a sickle hung between them, and Ange tilted his head to look at it.

The undead horse shuddered, suddenly remembering what Anthony had said to it, breathing heavily from its nostrils, and forcefully suppressed its anger.

Anthony wiped off his cold sweat, patted the neck of the undead horse to comfort him, and then quietly made a 'please' gesture to Lightning, and Lightning snorted haughtily and let it go.

At this level, dare to blow up with Mr. Lightning? It hasn't even started warming up yet.

The two horses galloped and soon came to a valley.

Seeing this snow-covered valley, Negris, who was projected on Ange, wondered, "In this kind of place, can you grow a god's body? It's good to be able to grow grass."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Are those druids so powerful? Can even grow gods?" Anthony's tone was full of disbelief.

Druids, the kind who farm and farm, deal with mud crops and forests all day long, the kind who are covered in dirt on sunny days and muddy on rainy days, almost every druid looks like an old farmer, and elves are no exception.

According to legend, the mighty druid is very powerful, able to control the entire forest, transform into a god, and use the power of a god to defeat a god, but those are all legends.

The last time Anthony heard about Druids was the Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition.

Such a profession with no sense of existence has actually grown a body of a god?

There is still a difference between the body of a god and a god. The difference lies in the godhead. If there is no godhead, then it is just a powerful body.

But once there is a godhead, especially today when the gods of light have fallen, it will become the main god, or even the only main god, and it will be troublesome.

But no matter how powerful the Body of God is, it was planted by druids, and these druids are the real perverts.

Anthony patted the neck of the undead horse and said, "Old man, find the way."

The undead horse glanced at him, and said angrily: "Call my name, black horse!"

The undead horse roared, raised its front hooves and stomped them down, and the place where the front hooves landed instantly dissipated the dead air, and three or four ghosts got up and quickly floated towards the valley.

Dark horse? ! Lightning burst into laughter on the spot, the undead horse was indeed dark enough.

Following these ghosts, everyone entered the valley vigilantly.

The road was peaceful, and soon came to a snow pit. At the bottom of the snow pit, a huge withered flower bud was withered there. The surface had been frosted, but the body of the god was nowhere to be seen.

"Did you find him?" Anthony asked.

Ange shook his head, the undead horse shook his head, and Lightning shook his head too.

"My lord, please protect me." While speaking, Anthony took out a piece of cloth and a crystal ball. Various holy patterns were engraved on the cloth, which was a bit like the holy shroud, but the patterns were completely different.

The cloth was covered on the snow, and the crystal ball was placed on the cloth. Anthony began to chant obscure spells.

Anger also cooperated to get people out, first Negris, little angels, little zombies, and then the Purple Skeleton Titans. Everyone quickly spread out and guarded.

No matter how obscure the incantation is, as long as it is not new, it is not a problem for Negris. After listening to it for a while, he was surprised: "This is a shaman's spirit prayer, is it useful? You want to save Polk?"

After Anthony finished reciting the lengthy incantation, a small ball of black air had already formed in his hands. He slapped the black air into the crystal ball before responding: "Yes, but I don't know how much it can be saved."

Negris doesn't think so: "Even if you save some soul fragments, what's the use? They're already broken, and you won't be Polk if you save them."

"Oh, yes, but what can be done? It can be saved a little bit. As long as he can retain some memories of the past, he will still be Polk. At worst, I will 'tell' him more at that time." Anthony said helplessly.

"Chambad..." Negris was stunned for a while, and then couldn't help cursing, it figured out what Anthony's 'telling' meant, and he was going to shape Polk's memory.

If you lose your memory, and when you wake up, someone jumps out and tells you: I am your father. Most likely you will believe it.

Anthony is now ready to collect Polk's soul fragments and use these fragments as a basis to reshape a soul. As for this soul, is it the former Polk?

It has part of Polke's memory and has been completed by someone, then it is Polk.

Anger suddenly asked: "Soul fragments, are you?"

Anthony was taken aback by the sudden question, and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, Polk's soul fragment."

Ange suddenly raised his hand and drew a circle slowly, saying, "A lot."

As he swiped, a kind of 'wind' was generated in the entire valley, and it was thrown towards the center of the circle he had drawn.

This kind of 'wind' is not a phenomenon on the physical level, but on the soul level. Only undead creatures can feel the movement of this breath.

When Ange reached a semicircle, a flame was already ignited at the center point, and after a full circle, the flame had solidified to be stronger than three or five soul fires, and was then poured into the crystal ball all at once. inside.

Anthony was already at a loss: "So many? By the way, even the soul fire was ignited...My lord, where did so many soul fragments come from? Polke himself can't explode so many fragments."

Angebi swiped around: "A lot."

"Why are there so many soul fragments? Have many people died here? This is troublesome, this is the stitching monster." Anthony said distressedly.

There are too many soul fragments, more than what Polke can explode. There must be a large number of soul fragments that do not belong to Polke, and they are all integrated into a soul fire, so it becomes a stitch monster.

But it's not Anger's fault, as long as there are other fragments here, the spirit praying technique will also be gathered up, and Anger just expanded the range of gathering.

In this way, it can be gathered more completely, and the big deal is to remove it slowly. He is professional in this regard.

Holding the crystal ball in his arms, Anthony kept stroking it, and murmured with his forehead against it: "Polke Polk, your name is Polk, loyal and brave Polk... Hey, this is not, This isn't it either, tick it off"

Not long after, Anthony suddenly raised his head: "My lord, we may have found a treasure. These soul fragments belong to the druids imprisoned here. When I pick out Polke's soul fragments, the remaining for you."

The light of the soul in Ange's eyes was shining brightly, and Negris couldn't hold back: "Really? Hurry up, is there any content about the gods?"

"How can it be so fast? It will take me a long time to pick out Polk's fragments. This technique is very complicated and needs to be done slowly. But I swallowed a few fragments just now, and the information left in them tells me here Approximate situation."

"I burned the materials of the Holy Court, and as batch after batch of priests died of old age, after one or two hundred years, the church gradually forgot about this place. Without funding, those guards who could escape escaped, and those who could not escape lived in the same place as before. The caretaker druids became friends, and this place became a village."

Several elf druids have never given up on the plan of planting gods. Maybe they think that they are planting the world tree. Under the power of the druids, this valley has become a place full of trees, birds and flowers, and food. A paradise of happiness, where people live in peace.

In this way, it has been multiplied for many generations. As the elf druids died of old age one by one, the human villagers who lost their shelter began to struggle hard to survive. In the ice and snow, it was not easy to survive. The population in the valley decreased year by year. It became what it is now.

The old man who sold the silver coin seeds may be the last survivor of this valley. They took the seeds cultivated by the druids, but they failed to grow the legendary 'vegetative'. In the end, they were hungry and had to sell them. Exchange money.

"It's probably like this. Part of it is fragmented memory, part of it is my speculation. First find the body of the god, and then go back and study it slowly." After speaking, he wrapped the crystal ball with a cloth and stuffed it into the ring.

Anthony stretched out his hand, facing the withered flower bud, and said loudly: "God said, my eyes see the passing time—the eye of time!"

Shouting the last glance, white light appeared in Anthony's eyes.

After watching for a while, the white light faded away, and Anthony was embarrassed: "No, God's eyes of time can't see God's body, black horse, can you smell it?"

The dark horse shook his head.

The little angel suddenly pointed out: "Oh!"

Negris asked, "Can you sense it?"

The little angel nodded, and ran towards the cliff.

There are almost vertical cliffs on both sides of the valley, at least sixty to seventy meters high. Climbing up is a mountain peak. Along the peak ridge, everyone chased wildly all the way. After chasing for a while, they suddenly found something in front of them.

A level 6 Earth Ice Bear fell dead in the snow, half of its body was gone, and some bite marks could be seen on the edge of the defect, but the fatal injury was the head.

"It's been less than half a day since I died. The skull was shattered abruptly, and there is residual holy power in the wound. It should be the body of the god. Half of the earth ice bear was eaten by him." Anthony inspected it and said .

"Does the body of a god need to eat?" Negris asked, this was beyond its common sense.

Anthony asked curiously: "After you become a god, do you need to eat?"

"Uh, of course I need to, and I eat a lot." Negris said.

"Then he might have to eat too, but he doesn't have to, otherwise he wouldn't have dropped half of the ice bear, but eaten it all."

After an analysis, everyone continued to chase for hundreds of kilometers, and gradually left the snow mountain. The temperature rose, the ice and snow melted, and a dense forest appeared on the distant horizon.

Seeing the forest over there, Anthony couldn't help but said, "Did he really run this way? Could we have gone wrong?"

The little angel turned around and stared: "Oh!"

The little zombie also stared: "Oh!"

"No, no, I don't doubt you, but I just want to confirm." Anthony waved his hand quickly.

Lightning couldn't help coming over, and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand Aoao language?"

"Ah? Do I need to know any language? Don't they all have their meanings written on their faces?" Anthony said in confusion, and then turned to Negris: "Master Naig, this is not the way to chase, we need to confirm him first Are you running in this direction?"

Negris was also distressed: "How to confirm?"

Ange suddenly raised his finger to the forest, which was also the direction the little angel had been chasing, and said, "Over there, there is a smell of holy light."

The little angel was still worried that it would lead the wrong way, and Ange said the same, so everyone had to pay attention to it, and immediately decided to chase into the forest.

Looking at the dense forest, Zi Mu made a bitter face: "My lord, why don't you take us back first, we hate the forest."

It is really not good for too many people to enter the forest together, they are easy to get lost, and it is not easy to find them again, not to mention that the size of the purple skeleton titans is too inconvenient in the forest.

Anger took the Purple Skeleton Titans into the Palace of Dormition, led by the lightning, the little zombie, the little angel, the brass dragon, Anthony and the black horse, lined up, and Anger fell at the end.

In the forests in the cold zone, the trees are tall, strong and lush. Everyone seems to have entered a small country. Every time they cross a fallen tree, it is like climbing a mountain.

After walking far, Anthony, the only human being, got a little out of breath. He blessed himself with two magical spells, stopped temporarily, and asked by the way: "It seems that this place has entered the range of elves, right? That guy ran into the forest What are you doing here?"

No one could answer this question, so no one paid attention to him, only An Ge came over and looked at his feet curiously.

Anthony was baffled and asked inexplicably, "My lord, what are you looking at?"

Before An Ge could speak, a strange voice sounded from under his feet: "Probably looking at me, you stepped on my hand."

Anthony was startled, and jumped away. Among the fallen leaves on the ground, an elf with magic patterns all over his body appeared from the air.

One by one, the magic pattern elves emerged from the bushes, dead leaves, tree crowns, and cracks in the stones. They bent their bows and set arrows, aiming at everyone present.

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