Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Chambada! This is what he said about safety and secrets!? Chabada, you shouldn't have believed him just now, this unreliable ghost." Negris was so angry that he cursed in Ange's soul.

Ange tilted his head and scanned the surroundings. There were about 20 paladins, and the leading paladin was about level eight, which was about the same level as the Mard team he met back then.

However, the condition of these paladins in front of them is far from as good as that of the Mard squad. The armor on their bodies is old and tattered, and there are some rust spots. There are many chipping on some edge blades.

Ferik did not rush, condensed his body, fell to his knees, and took out five magic crystals from his body: "I believe in light, and I pay taxes!"

Negris was stunned. Why is this scene so familiar?

The leading paladin came over, picked up the magic crystal and weighed it: "It turns out that you are a believer in the light, so you are one of your own, but the tax has risen, so pay more."

Felik took out another magic crystal: "Small business, long-term flow, too expensive, next time I will go another way."

The paladin quickly explained: "Didn't you bring someone with you, there's no need, next time it will be cheaper for you, after all, you have a pious heart."

Where can I see a dead soul with a pious heart?

The paladin turned to Ange again: "What about you? Do you believe in the light? If you believe in it, you pay taxes."

Negris sighed: "Pay it, pay it, save trouble, it's the same as Felik's."

So Ange took out five magic crystals, and now it's troublesome.

"Yo huh? Rich man? Raise your hands. I suspect you are smuggling contraband and possessing weapons of mass destruction. Open your space magic weapon and let us check it." The leading paladin shouted.

Ferik complained in a low voice, heartbroken: "Why do you give so much? I didn't give it for you. You should just say no, why did you show the space magic weapon? This is miserable, you don't bleed a lot , these vampires will not let us go."

Negris was furious: "Cangbada, I'm so angry. I wanted to get along with you, but you forced us to showdown. Ange, show your badge of the divine knight."

Anger took out Leonard's badge of divine riding.

"Ah! Knight of God! Oh, fishing master... Holy Spirit, I'm sorry, my lord, we don't know your identity!" Crash, the surrounding paladins knelt on the ground.

The leading paladin knelt down on his knees, held eleven magic crystals in his fearful hands, presented them to Ange, and said in a loud voice: "I'm sorry, sir, we didn't mean it, we don't know your identity, please forgive me .”

Negris yelled directly at Ang: "Can you blackmail ordinary people without knowing it?! Can you collect taxes without knowing it? Which department do you belong to? I will complain to your leaders!"

"My lord, don't you know which department we belong to?" asked the leading paladin.

Negris was stunned, where did it know which department they belonged to?

"You know I need to ask you? Tell me!" Negris said impatiently.

"My lord, I've offended you." The leading paladin threw the magic crystal in Ange's direction, jumped back, and shouted, "Run, brothers, don't get caught..."

The surrounding paladins fled in all directions with a huh, and before the leading paladin finished speaking, they ran until they disappeared.

The leading paladin couldn't finish talking, because just after he finished saying 'don't get caught', Ange pinched his neck and lifted him up like a chicken.

The holy power erupted from the paladin's body, but before he could do anything, Ange cast out the holy light, patted him, and wiped away the holy power.

The paladin's eyes widened in horror, this is deprivation! The legendary deprivation can only have such a deprivation effect on the other party when the opponent's strength has a crushing advantage.

Realizing that the "Knight of God" in front of him was not something he could compete with, the paladin headed by him suddenly turned ashen and limp. After An Ge put him down, he obediently knelt down on his knees and pressed his face to the ground.

Negris was also a little surprised, and asked in Ange's heart: "You are already so powerful now? Can a paladin of level seven or eight be subdued with one hand?"

An Ge tilted his head, a little puzzled, is it difficult?

Forget it, Negris has given up studying Ange's strength. This skeleton can increase its strength by growing vegetables, and it can also increase its strength by picking up a druid's manual. I have collected so many soul fragments of elf druids before. , who knows what new ability he has mastered.

Anyway, ever since he was able to transform into Locke, Ange's strength was beyond the reach of Negris.

Turning his attention to the paladin, Negris asked seriously, "Name."

"My lord, my name is Brando."

"age."

"forty three"

"gender."

"Uh, my lord, it's not obvious at a glance."

"If you are asked to answer, then answer, don't talk back, fan."

The last slap made Brando a little confused. When he didn't know whether to let him slap himself or what was going on, An Ge had already slapped him on the head, making his head buzzing.

"Gender." Negris repeated the question. This kind of obvious question, but insisting on asking you to answer it, is part of obedience training. Use this kind of training to break your resistance, form a conditioned reflex, and let You don't have the burden to answer other questions.

If he wasn't lazy, Negris could have asked him how old he was and how many times he wet the bed.

"Man, man." Brando responded hurriedly.

"Why do you want to block the road and rob?"

"Well, my lord, we are not robbing, we are just collecting taxes, you can't classify us like this." Brando raised his head and said with a mournful face.

"Sophistry, fan."

Anger slapped him on the head again, making him buzzing, his eyes almost bursting with stars.

"Why do you want to block the road and rob?"

"...Poor, but we are really not robbery. The troops stationed in the locality collect a tax of ten on the spot. This is the right given to us by the Holy Light. It is really not robbery." Brando refused to admit it.

Although the essence of what they did was no different from robbery, it might be better than robbing, but they must not admit it. Once they admit it, not only he will be finished, but other people will also be finished, and maybe even their family members will be implicated.

How could it be such a coincidence? Now he wondered if he was being phished to enforce the law. How could a knight of God pretend to be an ordinary person and go over mountains and mountains under the leadership of the undead?

"Poor?" Negris really didn't expect the other party to answer like this, but looking at Brando's outdated equipment, it seemed like a very simple reason.

"Is there no funding from your superiors? Is there no maintenance of equipment?" Negris asked.

When it came to this question, Brando couldn't help but blushed: "It's been several months without payment, equipment maintenance has not been done for several years, and recently there is a lot of shortage of cloth rations, and it is almost impossible to survive. "

"No way? Not even paid? Are you greedy?" Negris was surprised.

Brando glanced at Ange, trying to tell from the expression on Ange's face whether he was really surprised or was setting up a trick, but there was no expression on Ange's face.

Brando hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and shook his head: "No, I heard that the eastern diocese on the main plane was divided, which led to a shortage of supplies, so the salary cannot be paid."

Seeing Brando gritted his teeth and shook his head, Negris suddenly felt a little sympathetic to these paladins. He was obviously still worried that Ange was setting a trap, and he dared not tell the truth. The bottom knights of the Church of Light were already cautious ?

Negris felt that he had a good chat with him, and said a few words in Ange's heart.

Ange nodded and stepped on the ground with his foot.

Whoosh whoosh, three mud pillars rose from the ground, two were short and the other was taller, the taller one was the thickest. After the uplift, it was quickly shaped, and the top was extended into a tabletop, and then dried. In a blink of an eye, two chairs and a table were formed.

He signaled Ang to take out some fresh beetroots. Some varieties of beetroots can be eaten as fruits when they are fresh, and the taste is very good.

"Sit and eat."

Brando was puzzled and startled. Naturally, he was shocked by Ange's hand. Although there were elemental fluctuations, they were too fast, and the induction was not very real. On the contrary, there was a description in the scriptures that fit this scene—God will.

God said, let there be light, so there was light... God felt that the room was too spacious, so there were tables and chairs...

This is a super-advanced divine technique. Who is this knight of the gods?

Sitting down with trembling half of his buttocks, he took a beetroot in his hand, but he didn't dare to eat it, and kneaded it nervously.

After a heart-to-heart conversation, Negris finally understood the situation of the paladins like Brando.

According to Brando, the personnel in the Sunken Land are divided into garrisons and reinforcements. What are reinforcements? It is the army of the main plane who comes to the land of the sinking to help fight every four months.

These troops are well-equipped, well-trained, well-paid, and have strong combat effectiveness.

Originally, a thousand years ago, all the teams were such 'reinforcements', but as the battle entered a stalemate, and after the establishment of the Diocese of the Special Sinking Land, some personnel were stationed.

These garrison personnel came and went, but some stayed there all the time, and brought relatives and friends, and even married wives and had children. After decades, their descendants became the aborigines of the sunken land.

The Sinking Land was originally in difficult conditions, lacking in supplies, and barren land, and the garrison had to suffer the most serious casualties, and the elites suffered heavy losses. Over time, the combat effectiveness of the garrison declined severely.

The main force fighting against the undead creatures became reinforcements from the main plane, while the original garrison degenerated into a second-line garrison, guarding the long central mountain range and human settlements.

The few elite garrisons are all concentrated in the city of the holy wall to guard the line of defense before the arrival of the eternal night.

The treatment of the second-line garrison is naturally not very good. In addition, the church is hopelessly corrupt from top to bottom. It is very common to apportion and deductions. Forced to help, everyone has to rely on themselves.

However, in the sunken land, how can there be self-reliance? There are not many undead who run the business, and it is hard to catch one, and they dare not squeeze it too much, for fear that the other party will go to other places in the future, and the business route will be cut off.

Now Brando's resident village lacks clothing and food. Not only is their food and salary seriously insufficient, they are also in arrears, and even their family members and villagers are also starving.

The productivity of the Sunken Land was originally not enough to supply such a large population, mainly because this was the front line, and there was a steady stream of blood transfusion from the main plane behind.

But a few months ago, the eastern diocese of the main plane became independent and called itself the Holy Church. Undercut.

But after so many years, Brando has actually gotten used to it. The village tries to grow some, organizes people to collect some taxes on the road, and goes to the top to quarrel every once in a while. It counts as much as it can, and it can barely survive. .

If you really can't survive, you can escape to the opposite side, where there is no tax.

Negris was so shocked by Brando's description that he didn't know what to say. When he was on the main plane, he knew something about the corruption of the church from Anthony, Shamara and Farrar, but he didn't expect to sink The situation is more serious.

This is the front line. If you do this, aren't you afraid that the defense line will be breached?

"My lord, aren't you really a lord of the local garrison?" Brando was a little scared, and asked this question repeatedly, fearing that Ange was playing tricks on him.

"I said no, I even fake the identity of the Knight of God. I am an ascetic monk on the main plane. This time, I was ordered by the Pope to visit the corruption issue in the Sinking Land. In order to get the real situation, I put on a little disguise."

While talking, Negris asked Anger to sacrifice the holy light, and secretly added the name of "Anthony" in front of the Pope. Anthony sent them here. He turned to Anthony and asked for a letter of appointment. The Pope of the Holy Church, And the Pope too, isn't he?

Pure holy light is the best proof of identity. Brando didn't doubt Ang's identity, but worried that he was fishing for law enforcement.

"Let's go, take me to your village." Negris said, and at the same time turned to look for Felix, but saw Felix hiding in a rock gap in the distance, looking out.

Forget it, don't care about this undead merchant, letting him follow will only get in the way.

Brando led the way helplessly. After walking a certain distance, Ange suddenly turned his head and looked deep into the dense forest.

In the depths of the dense forest, a paladin with worn-out armor was looking anxiously in this direction. Seeing that Ange saw him, he was shocked and shoved his head back behind the branches.

Brando also saw it, and shouted with a wry smile: "Come out, my lord forgives us."

Twenty or so paladins came out of their hiding places slowly, counting them, and there was no one missing. Obviously, Brando was very prestigious in the hearts of these people, and none of them abandoned him for their lives.

One of the youngest knight attendants limped over with a cane, and timidly called out to Brando: "Father."

"Your son? What happened to his foot?" Negris asked.

"When I was young, I fell off a horse and broke my ankle. Holy magic can only heal it, but it can't restore the broken bones." Brando said heartbrokenly, rubbing his son's head guiltily.

Negris asked puzzledly: "Isn't there a holy essence? Why don't you use it? Even if your ankle is smashed, it's a big deal to cut it off and regenerate it."

Brando and his paladins looked at each other in blank dismay: "My lord, is that the legendary holy essence that can regenerate severed limbs?"

Negris was surprised: "In the legend? Have you never seen the holy essence?"

Speaking of this, Negris suddenly had a thought, asked Ange to take out a bottle, and said, "I happen to have it here, a bottle of one thousand magic crystals."

The expression on Brando's face changed from surprise to disappointment in an instant.

"However, as long as you cooperate with me and investigate the corruption, this bottle of essence will be given to you, and your son's leg will be cured by the way, how about it?"

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