Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Do you have a pass?" The magic-weave female elf who was almost stepped on smiled and drew out her scimitar, dancing a sword flower in her hand, and asked kindly.

Everyone shook their heads collectively.

"Do you have an invitation letter?" the female elf asked after thinking about it.

Everyone shook their heads.

"A token? A letter of introduction?" the female elf asked.

Shake your head.

"There must be someone you know, right? Tell me a elf you know, otherwise I will be very embarrassed. If I have nothing to break in, then I can only kill you!" the female elf said angrily.

Negris' eyes lit up, and he quickly responded: "I know you, we know Galadria and Galendelle."

It's okay not to mention these two names, but the female elf became furious when she mentioned it: "Damn it, how dare you call us the name of our beloved queen?! Die!"

The female elf swung her scimitar and was about to slash it, cursing fiercely: "You guys still have time to turn around and walk back, or I will slash! My sword skills are very powerful."

Everyone looked at each other, and it could be seen that this female elf didn't do anything to them, at most scare them away.

An Ge suddenly remembered something, flipped his hand, and took out a badge.

"Ah! This is..." The female elf came over and looked, her face changed, she hurriedly backed away, put away the scimitar, and said respectfully on one knee: "I'm very sorry, I offended you just now, my lord Guest, Nightblade Jelica, honored guest."

"Wow? Is that a distinguished guest badge?"

"Does the honored guest badge look like this? Have you seen it?"

"I haven't seen it, how could I have seen it, there are too few distinguished guests who can become ours, and I may never see one in my life."

The nightblade elves around were in an uproar, whispering.

After the silver coins were rewarded by the elves, he kept some commercial licenses and tax exemption certificates, and he dedicated all non-commercial things such as distinguished friend badges to Ange.

Anthony gave Jelica a weird look, and asked in confusion: "Are you confirming that this badge is real? No need to verify it? And..."

Ang's scarecrow hat was broken, so now he is wearing soul armor, filled with black air, and a dead horse.

Not only are these nightblade elves not afraid, but they put away their weapons as soon as they saw the badge. Don't they need to verify the authenticity? Aren't they afraid of undead creatures?

"Hehe, how do you think the honor badge needs to be verified? When the honored guest took it out, the God of Life told us through the whispers of the forest that it was true. The guest approved by the God of Life is the honored guest, not the one with the badge. A badge can become a distinguished guest of the elves." Jelica's respect was obviously only aimed at Ange, she glanced at Anthony sideways, and said with a smile.

It is true that this badge is probably just triggering the whispers of the forest, which is equivalent to sending a message to ask World Tree: Are these guests, or just call them out.

World Tree replied: Yes yes yes.

World Tree not only told these were guests, but also who these guests were. Jelica touched her chest and saluted, and said to Ange: "This should be Mrs. Ange, welcome Mrs. Ange to the Elven Forest. It's Jelica, the night blade elf, the guardian of the frontier, do you have any orders?"

Ange tilted his head.

Negris answered the conversation with ease: "We are chasing an enemy. He killed an ice bear on the snow mountain, and then fled into the forest. We need to find him."

Jelica responded subconsciously: "Impossible, no one can break into the elf forest under the guard of the nightblade elves. Every tree, every vine, every flower and every grass here are sentinels of elves. No one can break into the elf forest." Come in quietly."

Everyone involuntarily turned their attention to Ange and the little angel. It was they who said that the body of God ran into the forest.

At this moment, a roar of '嘤' came from the depths of the forest.

Jelica's expression changed: "It's a nightsaber, a nightsaber is injured." She immediately turned to the direction where the sound came from.

The movement of the nightblade was very strange. She jumped forward, and when she landed, she merged with the forest, and then she flew away so fast that she was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Not only her, but countless elves sprang out from the treetops on the surrounding ground, like ghosts and ghosts, flickering away into the distance.

Anthony frowned, turned to Negris and asked, "God of Knowledge, can your soul sense them?"

The soul perception of undead creatures is the most restrained stealth and invisibility.

Negris shook his head: "It's fine to move, but after standing still, they blend into the background of the forest. I can't feel it. You almost stepped on them just now, and I didn't notice her."

"How did the adult find her?" Anthony asked Ange.

Ange tilted his head, and said inexplicably, "I saw it."

Well, once Ange said this, everyone will understand that Ange can see it, but others can't. It's a matter of ability.

While talking, everyone has followed the elf to catch up.

It didn't take long before there was a fierce fighting sound ahead. Looking closer, a strong bald human had already fought with Jelica.

With two scimitars in both hands, Jelica danced like mercury, slashing at the bald man's body.

But the body of the bald human being is like cast iron, the scimitar slashing on it can only produce a stream of sparks, and after dozens of slashes, the scimitar blade actually curled up.

The bald man danced vigorously with his hands, even though he couldn't even touch Jelica's hair with his hands, he was not angry at all, his eyes were expressionless, neither sad nor happy or angry.

At his feet, a nightsaber was whimpering softly with tears in its eyes, its spine broken.

stretch! There was a sound of strings, and a powerful arrow was nailed to the bald human's body, the arrow shattered and bounced away.

Jelica took the opportunity to slash between the bald man's legs. When the scimitar could not cut the man's body, Jelica's attack quickly shifted to those vulnerable vital points.

The bald man didn't dodge or dodge, he just swung his fist straight to Jelica's throat.

Jelica leaned her upper body, bent her waist to 90 degrees, and slashed the bald man's armpit with the machete backhand. Many enhanced skills, such as petrified skin, armpit and crotch are fragile. Jelica obviously has experience. Rich.

However, these experiences were ineffective on the bald man, the blade's armpit dragged, and a series of sparks creaked out.

stretch! There was another sound of strings, and a powerful arrow went straight to the bald man's eyes.

There are countless good archers of the elves, even among the nightblade elves who are not good at long-distance, this arrow was well timed, fast and fierce, and it pierced into the bald man's eyes, with a sound of 'beep', there was A sound shooting into hardwood.

Some elves let out a cheer, but soon, they realized that they were too happy.

The bald man didn't care about the injury to his eyes, so he slashed down with his palm. Jelica, who was leaning back at 90 degrees, faced the palm directly. If he was hit, half of her body might be smashed to pieces.

In desperation, Jelica lowered her arms to block, and a shield emerged.

High-end battles are often very simple and unpretentious. The bald man's palm broke through the shield without any fancy, and continued to chop towards Jelica's flat belly.

Just when his palm was about to strike, a purple-gold palm was inserted between his and Jelica's lower abdomen, firmly supporting the edge of the palm.

An Ge, who turned into a strong bone, supported the sword of the body of God, and punched him in the cheek at the same time.

The body of God showed no expression on his face, and the other hand punched to meet him, colliding with the world-penetrating hand.

It's a very simple punch, without tricks or changes, but the impact it produces is astonishing.

Jelica was slapped to the ground by the impact and spat out a mouthful of blood. The next moment, she was hooked by Ange's foot and thrown out of the range of their engagement.

The left hand of the body of God and Ange's fist, the flesh was shattered, and golden blood oozes out.

The body of the god didn't care, it shrank back, and swung another punch.

Ange's Locke's hand went up to meet it, bang! The fists of the two sides collided again, just like two giant dragons colliding, and a huge shock wave sent flying around.

The other arm of the body of God was also shattered, oozing golden blood.

However, the body of the god didn't care about these injuries, and the arm with split skin and flesh swung back as if it hadn't been injured.

In just six seconds, he and An Ge exchanged seventeen punches. There was no trick, it was all a contest of strength.

The skin and flesh of both hands exploded in the first few punches, leaving only the bones behind. Finally, the body of God couldn't resist, and was knocked back by Ange's punch.

Almost at the moment when he retreated, An Ge let out a loud roar, and his soul hit the opponent's body, causing the body of God to lean back violently.

Ange hit the left temple of the body of God with a right uppercut, and the entire left face was blown away, exposing the bones under the skin. The body of God also flew horizontally, breaking several big trees in a row , and then wiped the ground, plowing a deep furrow before stopping.

All the elves and people around were stunned.

The head-to-head fighting style of Ange and the body of God has no beauty or skill at all, but every punch is like a thunderbolt, containing terrifying destructive power, which makes everyone tremble with fear. Rubbing a little edge may cause bones to be torn and flesh torn.

Ange quickly rushed to the place where the God's body fell to the ground, and saw a light and shadow rushing out of the God's body, rushing to the depths of the forest, and disappeared with a twist.

Ange was about to chase after him, but the transformation effect quickly expired, and he turned back into the soul armor.

Anthony and Jelica rushed over, and Jelica spat out blood, staring at the disappearing light and shadow bitterly: "Chasing, don't let him run away, wake up the forest, don't let him run away, cough cough cough... "

Speaking of the urgent point, Jelica bent and coughed violently, the impact should have injured her internal organs.

From this, it can be seen how terrifying the collision between Ange and the body of the god is. They didn't touch her, but a shock wave could injure a nightblade elf.

Among the nightblade elves under him, one of them took out a horn from his waist and blew it vigorously, and the deep sound of the horn spread far away.

Not long after, a beeping arrow flew up in the distance, and the arrow made a sharp sound and flew towards the sky of the forest. The beeping arrows shot out one after another, and the warning signal spread like ripples.

"Cough, cough, the whole forest...cough...has woken up, let's see where you are going to escape, honored guest, what is that, how can it be so hard?" Jelica asked suspiciously.

An Ge didn't answer, but threw a few cleansing techniques on her.

"Huh? Holy Light Healing? Are you from the Church of Light?" Jelica was surprised.

Negris flew over and said with a smile: "You can ask the God of Life these questions, if you can know, it will tell you."

"Ah? Is it a secret? Forget it, forget it, I don't know anything." Jelica waved her hand quickly.

Boom... A painful sound came, it was the nightsaber whose spine was broken.

Jelica glanced at An Ge, and asked with some embarrassment: "My lord, I wonder if the nightsaber with a broken spine can be cured? If it can be cured, can you treat it? We are willing to offer all."

The nightsaber is not only a mount, but also a relative and companion of the nightsaber elves.

Ange nodded, first put the body of the god into the Palace of Rest, and then came to the side of the night saber.

First, the soul is scanned to determine the location of the fracture, and then the consciousness cuts off the night saber's nerves, cuts open the fractured area, reveals the broken bone, drips the essence, heals the broken bone with holy light, and then heals the skin and flesh. After the operation, the nightsaber got up.

...

In the village of the nightblades, the nightblades served out old moon berry wine, picked fruits and nuts, and warmly entertained the distinguished guests.

Jelica slapped the wooden table, and shouted with a flushed face, "Drink! Fish? Don't think that you can stop drinking because you are a man. I know that you humans are all men who fight and work, just like us female elves. , don't be lazy, drink! Cheers!"

Jelica picked up the wooden bowl and swallowed it to the bottom, showing her heroism.

The only human Anthony blushed and his eyes were blurred. He really couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the elves, so he waved his hands repeatedly: "No more, no more, I can't drink anymore."

"Drink, we elves are all hospitable, how can you feel our enthusiasm if you don't drink?"

"If you don't drink it, don't drink it, if you drink it again, you will throw up."

"After throwing up, drink it again, drink some moon spring to rinse your mouth, nourish your stomach, moon syrup wine is delicious, sleep until tomorrow, refreshed, wake up and drink moon syrup wine tomorrow. "

"Are you really elves? I don't think dwarves can drink like you."

"We are Moonblade Elf, different from those twitchy guys. I am so happy that the honored guest is here. Come on, cheers."

Under Jelica's warm hospitality, Anthony quickly slipped out to the ground.

Some non-human things were watching the show, and from time to time they brought moon syrup to let Ange purify it with the spot removal technique.

Ange's hand reached into the Palace of Rest, moving slowly.

In the resting palace, a solitary hand bone was moving on the body of the god, and when the holy light wiped it off, the defect was quickly healed.

A white ghost stretched out two small hands, chasing the holy light and drifting back and forth, baking happily.

Suddenly, the wind picked up in the forest, and there was a rustling sound.

Jelica, who was drinking happily, stopped and listened attentively. Soon she turned to Ange and said in disbelief, "Dear guest, the God of Life wants to meet with you. Is it convenient for you?"

The God of Life wanted to meet An Ge, but he still asked if it was convenient for him? Is this distinguished guest so big?

Anger pulled out his hand that pierced the boundary and looked at Negris. Negris nodded, and he nodded too.

Anthony, who slipped to the ground and was drunk, sat up as if nothing had happened, and urged: "Go, go, go to see the God of Life."

The little ghost chasing after the Holy Light in the Palace of Rest, suddenly found that the Holy Light was gone, so it turned around in a hurry, circled around the place where the hand bone disappeared several times, and finally stopped helplessly, with its head downcast, the whole body All exude frustration and loss.