Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Uh, my lord, don't you want to prepare?" Seeing Ange grabbing his child and pulling out a knife indiscriminately, Brando's scalp felt numb. Should he do it like this? Don't you need to prepare?

When he watched some priests doing advanced treatments before, they would burn incense and bathe, calm their minds and calm their minds, before they dared to start. Sometimes they would fail due to various interferences.

Ange didn't have any preparations, and the first move was a big move. Judging by the posture, is he going to cut off his son's feet?

Ange shook his head: "No need."

Pulling over the little Brando's foot, he gestured to cut it down, but Brando held Ange, crying sadly: "Or we won't be cured, we will die."

These days, chopping it down with a knife is no joke. A large wound bleeds, but it can dry up a person's blood. Coupled with poor sanitation, small wounds can be infected with ulcers and septic blood, let alone a leg.

At the beginning, he promised too quickly and didn't think carefully. Now that he thinks about it, he didn't do anything. His son is alive and well. If there is anything wrong with the treatment, his son is likely to die. The risk is too great, especially for Ann. Ge's unreliable posture made Brando even more uneasy.

It is better to die than to take such a big risk.

"Oh." Ange responded indifferently, but was interrupted by Negris, who said in his soul: "No, it must be treated, he has already developed distrust of you, you can't let it go, you must To cure, break his distrust.

So Ange's words became: "Oh, it must be cured."

Brando's son, Brando Jr., was very brave, and firmly said to his father, "Cure!"

Brando thought limp was better than risk. His son didn't think so, and little Brando thought it better to be dead than limp all the time.

Little Brando knew very well that this magician, who was much stronger than his father, was treating him, and such an opportunity was impossible to ask for. Even if he went to the city of the holy wall, there was no one with hundreds of magic crystals. Even the magicians who are qualified to do healing can't be seen.

This is a god-given opportunity that must be cherished.

Seeing his son's determined expression, Brando wept bitterly, and finally struggled: "Why don't you, why don't you clean the knife first."

In fact, under the purification technique, it doesn't matter if the knife is dry or not. Anyway, it won't be infected and festered. But customers have such requirements, anyway, it doesn't get in the way. An Ge sacrificed the holy light and wiped it on the knife casually.

I saw that old rusty knife, the rust and blood stains on it were wiped off by the holy light, and disappeared instantly.

Some traces that have penetrated into the iron, Ange pointed to them, and the spot removal technique sizzled, and became clean again.

At least this move gave Brando a little more confidence. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and look away, Ange swung the knife, and little Brando's lame leg flew up in front of his eyes.

Even if he cut someone into seventeen or eight dollars, Brando would not blink his eyes, but this is his son, his legs gave way, and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, a companion behind him helped him.

Everyone is actually very curious, they are all looking into their brains, not as anxious as Brando, so they can see more things.

"Hey, little Brando didn't even move or scream, doesn't it hurt?"

"It is estimated that the holy light is comforting him."

Ange has experience in helping others cure lame legs. He cut off little Brando's nerves early on, and he couldn't feel the pain, so he couldn't scream anymore.

Throwing away the severed lame foot, Ange opened the essence, poured it on the fracture, and cast the cleansing technique. A miracle was performed under the noses of many paladins.

With An Ge's ability, it would take about an hour to grow the severed limb from the bottom of the ankle. During the whole process, he needed to continuously cast the Cleansing Technique to keep the growing process uninterrupted.

Once the wound is interrupted and scabs form, the scabs have to be cut off and restarted, which takes time and effort, increases loss, and makes the wounded more painful.

So that's why, a dignified eighth-level paladin couldn't find anyone to heal his son. Is there anyone who can cast an hour-long healing spell like Anger?

If you want to achieve the same effect as Ange, you need more than a dozen priests, plus the holy essence that can sell more than a thousand magic crystals. To mobilize so much power, it is impossible to do it without three to five thousand magic crystals of.

Just like that, after An Ge continued to cast Clean Face for 20 minutes, Brando knelt down, looked at An Ge's back reverently, and muttered prayers. Forty minutes later, all the paladins knelt down, because little Brando's feet had grown heels.

In this way, under the watchful eyes of more than 20 paladins, An Ge easily performed the miracle of regeneration of severed limbs.

Until little Brando got up, jumped a few times with his newly grown feet, and shouted excitedly: "Father!"

Only then did Brando come to his senses, stood up and straightened his armor, knelt down on one knee again, struck the ground with his long sword, and said solemnly: "The eighth-level paladin, Brando Augustus, pledges allegiance to you, you Guided by my sword, that is the direction I am going."

...

The village where Brando lives is at the bottom of the cliff, at the junction of the ground and the cliff, a naturally formed angled depression.

Living here, the cliff can shelter part of the wind and rain, and then build some scaffolding vertically to form a closed space and save a lot of building materials.

The total population of the village is five or six hundred people, and most of them have gone out to work, while the rest are old and weak, women and children, children are playing around, and the elderly are chatting and gossiping. Many people were naked, and when they saw a stranger like An Ge, they all ran into the house.

Brando said embarrassingly: "The village is poor and lacks supplies, so many people only have one or two sets of clothes at home, and they change them."

"It's too difficult. Why don't you think of ways to improve your living conditions?" Negris asked.

Brando blushed: "The subordinates are incompetent. All our economic lifelines and resources are concentrated in Shengbi City, and other places are barren. It is not easy to survive. Now the village has a headache. What to do with the food at Yongye Woolen cloth."

"Eternal Night? If there is a shortage of food, won't Shengbi City allocate food?" Negris asked.

"Who knows, when the time comes when the undead creatures knock on the gate and everyone concentrates on the defense line, who has the time to care about the food and salaries of our garrison? If we don't prepare in advance, it is not uncommon for the whole village to starve to death after the eternal night." thing."

"Then do you cultivate yourself?" Negris asked.

"Yes, and it's just time for the harvest, and the others have already gone..." At this point, there was a muffled thunder in the sky.

Brando's face changed drastically: "No, it's going to rain, and we haven't finished harvesting the food yet. I'm sorry, sir, we need to leave for a while."

After finishing speaking, Brando turned his head to look at the other paladins, but he ordered the rest of the paladins to swarm and run in a certain direction.

"We also followed to see." Negris said.

Needless to say, Ange couldn't hold back for a long time. As long as it was about farming and harvesting, he was very interested. But looking at those paladins who were running wildly, Ange asked a little puzzled: "They Without a horse, why is it called a Paladin?"

"..." Negris was a little speechless: "Paladins are a profession, which means that their training includes equestrianism and horsepower skills, etc. If they don't have horses, it may be because they are poor."

Ange followed them to the area where the farmland was located. The whole area was in a panic. Everyone was desperately harvesting the crops in the field with wooden scythes. The dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the expressions on everyone's faces are getting more and more anxious.

However, how efficient is the harvesting efficiency of the stone sickle? I was so tired that my head was sweating profusely and my hands and feet were weak. I stopped and saw that less than half of them had been collected.

According to past experience, it takes a whole day to harvest all the crops. Even if they work hard now, it is impossible to harvest all the crops before the rain falls.

The addition of Brando and other paladins can't speed up the whole progress much. They all have long swords in their hands, and the efficiency of harvesting crops is not as fast as that of stone scythes.

Ange was eager to try, and Negris, who had already had a premonition, hurriedly stopped him: "Don't mess around, you are an ascetic monk now, don't use anything that doesn't fit your status, don't even think about the Death Scythe."

"Oh." Ange tilted his head, clasped his hands, and a holy light extended along his hands, forming a holy... sickle.

Holding the Scythe of Light upside down, An Ge quickly ran across the farmland. Wherever he passed, the crops lay down neatly, saving even a second tidying up, and they could be picked up and pulled away.

Negris didn't know what to say, until Ange harvested all the crops, it said with a wry smile: "You can already shape the holy light, but what you want is to get a sickle .”

There are too many things that Holy Light Shaping can do. The Sword of the Holy Spirit, the Rod of the Archangel, the Pope's Scepter, etc., all need Holy Light Shaping to make. Well, it is unprecedented, comparable to the Sword of the Holy Spirit, the Rod of Angels, etc. Waiting for the legendary artifact, the Scythe of Light, to be born.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched Ange running around in the field in a daze. The villagers who didn't know Ange all turned their eyes to Brando.

Brando was so moved that he was about to cry: "My lord is helping us to harvest. My lord is so approachable and amiable. Huh huh huh... Hurry up and tidy up the crops, don't waste your heart."

With a high-efficiency harvester like Anger, the villagers only need to bundle and carry away the crops. Everyone worked together to carry all the crops into the warehouse before the first drop of rain fell.

"Thank you very much, my lord. Without your help, we would have lost at least 40% of our food, and it will be difficult after the eternal night." Brando offered tea and said gratefully.

Negris said: "Since harvesting is so important, why do you two dozen strong laborers still run around and don't come back to help?"

Brando said embarrassingly: "I was able to come back in time, so I ran into you, my lord."

I dare not catch up with them because Ange caught them.

At this time, among the villagers watching from a distance, an old woman who was blind in one eye was holding something in her hand and beckoned to Brando.

Brando went over to ask, and came back with the things in the old woman's hand: "My lord, the villagers are grateful for your help, and specially dedicate to you the precious treasure passed down from their ancestors."

"Ah? Passed down from the ancestors? It's too precious. If you can't take it, let this little girl take it back." Negris quickly refused.

"Uh, little girl?" Brando choked for a moment, looking at the old woman with wrinkles on her face that could kill bugs, he really couldn't connect her with the little girl.

Forget it, Brando directly opened the box in his hand, revealing a bone vessel carved from the bone of a silver skull, engraved with exquisite magic patterns on the surface, filled with black air, like silver jade.

Brando was so frightened that he closed the box, and his whole body trembled: "I... I... We are not... dare not..."

Ange tilted his head and looked at him puzzled. Seeing that he was trembling for a long time and couldn't finish his sentence, he simply snatched him over, took a few glances, and stuffed him into the Palace of Rest.

"My lord, this is not our property. We don't believe in immortality." Brando managed to speak clearly.

Only then did Negris understand what he was panicking about. Now Ange's identity is an ascetic monk sent by the main plane to track down corruption, but in a village guarded by paladins, he found the bones of undead creatures. What crime?

Possessing heresy items privately will be burned to death on the stake.

Negris said: "I believe in you, just right, this can be regarded as my trophy, I will take it, let that little girl come over."

The old woman walked over timidly. She didn't dare to come over by herself when she presented the gift just now, but now that she came by herself, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

Ange didn't care, and threw out the holy light to hit her.

Ange was just harvesting a few fields happily, and it was not equivalent to this bone tool. Ange, who was used to equal value, naturally wanted to pay, but was stopped by Negris.

"She has no place to spend your money. Why don't you fix her eyes and take care of her minor ailments? You can see that the people next to her are far away from her. There must be some strange smell or something."

"Oh." After a few cleansing techniques, the old woman raised her head in shock.

The treatment of the Cleansing Technique is all-round, especially when An Ge smashed a dozen of them in one breath, not to mention the curative effect, the amount must be sufficient.

Given the living conditions here, elderly women must have a lot of problems, such as rheumatism, gynecological disease, skin disease, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, as long as they are non-bacterial, fungal and non-hereditary, facial cleansing can treat them.

The old woman only felt that her whole body was relaxed, and the joints that had tortured her so much that she couldn't sleep on rainy days before were as relaxed as if they had been cut off.

Oh my God, what a miracle, the old woman couldn't help but knelt down, believing in the light all her life, this was the first time she felt the magic of light.

Then, Ange opened her eyelids, dripped a few drops of essence into it, and repaired her eyes that had lost their eyeballs. All the villagers were elated: "It's so powerful, such a powerful magic!"

"Little Brando's foot is also healed, and it must have been healed by an adult. It turns out that the church is not all the kind of wicked people who only collect taxes."

"Your Excellency is an ascetic monk, and I also want to be an ascetic monk."

"I heard that ascetic monks can't live in a house, can't eat delicious food, and can't lead a married life..."

"Then I want to be a priest, the one who collects taxes."

...

After Ange dealt with the old woman's injury, Negris had already researched the bone vessel in the Palace of Rest: "This is an instrument for communication between undead creatures with different soul networks."

"Different soul networks?" Ange tilted his head in confusion.

"Yes, for example, Bone Locke and Duroken. If their people want to communicate with each other, they can't pass through the soul network. They can only use instruments and equipment."

"Is it still available?" Angus asked.

"Okay, there is no energy, just inject soul energy, try it."

Ange left the village first, then took out the bone vessel, injected soul energy, and activated it.

"Hey Hey hey……"

"Received, this is the frontline relay station. Who are you and who are you looking for?"

An Ge tilted his head and said truthfully, "I am the God of Immortality..."

"Hehe, you are the God of Immortality, and I am Rocky, crazy." Kacha, the communication was interrupted.

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