Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

A lich poked his head sleepily out of a barrel not far away, first glanced around dully, then glanced dully at Ange and Negris, yawned, and murmured: "So It's a dream." Then he retracted his head.

After a pause for a few seconds, the Lich suddenly stuck out his head again, and said loudly, "It's not a dream! Chambada! Who put me in the water! Uh, it's not water, the liquid of death's breath?"

The Lich picked up the liquid of rest and sniffed it, then said in shock, "Why are there so many liquids of death breath?"

Then his gaze fell on Ange and Negris, and he asked in surprise, "Who are you? Doraemon, were you guys singing just now?"

Two howling banshees floated over to salute: "Peace of soul, Lord Duroken."

"What happened? How could I be soaked in the liquid of death's breath?" Duroken wanted to get up from the bucket while talking, but Ange pushed him back as soon as he moved.

"Bold!" Duroken shot Ange a sharp look.

Ange looked at him suspiciously. Seeing that Ange didn't respond, he was also a little surprised. He continued to stare hard, and then stared again, his eyeballs were about to pop out, but Ange still didn't respond.

Negris poked his head over with a smile, and asked with a smile, "Duroken, do you know who I am?"

Duroken glanced at it up and down, and asked in surprise: "Brass dragon? Did Naig have a baby?"

"Pfft!" Negris slammed his head on the barrel: "I am Naig! I am Naig!"

"I know, I know, I can tell who you are just by looking at you, you're kidding." Duroken curled his lips and asked, "What happened? Who is this guy? I didn't respond when I stared at him ? How did outsiders enter the Palace of Rest?"

In the Palace of Rest, in order to strengthen management, all undead creatures' subordinates will be cross-managed, that is to say, Duroken can stare at Locke's subordinates, and witches can also stare at Duroken's subordinates.

In the four secondary palaces, except for Negris who has no subordinates and no one to control others, the other three can cross-coerce the people of others.

If Duro Kenway couldn't hold back, it would only be people from outside, or the king's direct subordinates.

Negris said with a smile: "How could it be an outsider? Can't it be the master?"

Duroken narrowed his eyes, a dangerous look flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "You betrayed the king?"

With a violent struggle, he wanted to get out of the barrel, but An Ge's hands were like big pliers, firmly pressing him down on the bed.

Negris couldn't help but slammed his head on the barrel again: "He is the heir personally selected by the king's godhead, what nonsense are you talking about."

"Heir? What's wrong with the king?" Duroken was taken aback, then frowned again: "No, no, let me take a look, how could I remember that I was in the cemetery, and then the cemetery was disconnected from the palace ..."

Negris said: "Think about it again, after disconnecting, what happened to you, did you find a way?"

Duroken frowned and thought, before sitting back in the bucket.

As long as he doesn't come out, Ange will let go of the restraining hand.

The memory of Duroken, who just woke up, was a little confused. After recalling it for a while, he smoothed it out, and murmured: "I remember that His Majesty disconnected the soul connection, the violent vibration, the cemetery and the palace lost contact, I entered the void to explore Lu, was hit by the space turbulence, and then..."

Mumbling to this point, Duroken was shocked: "I'm dead?"

Negris nodded.

"You resurrected me with the phylactery?" Duroken said again.

"Your phylactery is broken and shriveled." Negris projected the shrunken heart of the shattered phylactery just dug out of the grave.

Duroken is an alchemist, and his phylactery was made by himself, and it is obvious at a glance that this thing has no recovery value.

"This is my phylactery? What are you kidding? You can revive me with this thing, don't lie, get out of the way, I want to go out." Duroken was so angry that he felt that Negris was deceiving him, Get a phylactery that can't be repaired and say it's his.

Immediately, he was pushed back by An Ge.

Duroken smiled and said to Ang, "I'll do a magic trick for you."

As soon as the words fell, Duroken's body turned into a cloud of smoke with a bang.

Ange reached out suspiciously, grabbed the 'air' above the barrel, and stuffed it back into the barrel.

The mass of air condensed Duroken's body in the barrel, with an incredulous expression on his face: "Can you see me?"

Ange tilted his head, a little dazed, how could you not see it with such a big lump?

In Duroken's eyes, Anger's expression seemed a little provocative. He said viciously, "Don't be complacent. I just woke up and didn't have the energy. I'll teach you a lesson when I wake up."

Negris poked his head over and said with a smile: "You have no chance, he has inherited His Majesty's immortality, and now he is the master of the resting palace."

Duroken blinked, looked at Negris, saw that it didn't look like he was joking, and his expression became serious involuntarily.

...

"A thousand years have passed?"

"The resting palace continues, all souls disappear, leaving only a vegetable-growing skeleton?"

"Sangbada, what kind of luck is this? Lady Luck doesn't even have such luck herself."

"Loke is in the barrel next to me? Locke? Locke! How did you die! You died so badly! Wake up, wake up!"

"The witch is gone too, most likely she died. The powerful arm of our three majesties, now I'm the only one left?"

"You? You don't count, you are a prisoner." The brass dragon was so angry that he wanted to fly up and hit him.

After some exchanges, Duroken sort of figured out what happened.

"So, this Lord Ange standing in front of me is a trinity god of immortality, planting, and beauty?" Duroken's expression was as if someone had forced a big watermelon, and his mouth couldn't even open Closed.

"Yes, he still has two worm gods, half a harvest god, what else is there? Oh, too many, I can't remember clearly at the moment, like Chinese cabbage." Negris said with a sigh.

Duroken couldn't help but wanted to laugh again: "You are so fake when you brag."

Negris spread his hands and didn't explain. When he turned around and found out that it wasn't bragging, he scared the shit out.

"Our business is finished, it's your turn, what happened back then? Why did His Majesty disappear?" Negris asked.

Duroken also imitated it and spread his hands: "How do I know, the cemetery suddenly shook, and the two dimensions were separated. I was still sleeping in the grave, and suddenly I couldn't come back. When I wanted to contact Wang, Wang The soul connection has been severed."

"Did His Majesty say something when you cut off the soul connection?" Negris asked.

"The king seems to say that he is entering the gate of the void. I don't know if he can come back alive. Be careful of the soul storm." Duroken recalled.

The gate of the void? Ange and Negris looked at each other, and they both remembered the magnificent door deep in the bottom of the light sea plane.

And both the witch and Duroken mentioned the soul storm, so what is it?

Puzzled, Negris had no choice but to put it aside temporarily, and asked Duroken instead:

"What about the situation? This is the situation. Now Ange is the master of the Resting Palace. You were rescued by Ange. For the sake of everyone being familiar with each other before, I will give you two choices, surrender or destruction?"

This is called choice? Duroken stared at Negris with wide eyes. After a while, he smiled and said, "I'll do a magic trick for you."

After a meal, Duroken was slipped into Angeti's hands, and he shouted unconvinced: "It doesn't count, why is my soul so weak? If you have the ability, let me go, let me sleep a little, and mourn the death We will fight after the soul."

Negris said angrily: "You have never mourned the dead before. You have just been resurrected. It is good to have a soul fire. I still want to mourn the soul of the dead."

Duroken has never recognized a reality. He is just a newly reborn lich now, with a new soul and body. He thinks that powerful magic has no effect at all under the soul gap, so Ange Just wondering what he was doing.

Negris said seriously: "No kidding, Duroken, His Majesty has disappeared, and there is a high probability that he may perish. Ange has become the new owner of the Palace of Rest. Either you choose to dedicate your soul to him, Or we can only temporarily seal you up and let you out when His Majesty comes back."

Duroken is more familiar with this place than Ange. If there is no mandatory restraint on the soul, it is impossible to let him run around. He is different from these Wailing Banshees.

He couldn't even be released, because he also built the World Transit Station, and almost most of the technologies used in the entire Undead Empire came from Duroken, and no one knew where he left a secret door.

If he doesn't surrender, then he can only be sealed or killed.

Duroken's expression sank.

...

Duroken had no choice. When he confirmed from the Wailing Banshee and Lamo that it was indeed more than a thousand years later, he simply offered the soul fire to Ange.

It's been a thousand years, and the king hasn't come back. He either died or was trapped. I can't choose to be sealed because of the slim possibility. What if the king never comes back?

Back in his palace, Duroken soon began to scold: "Sangbada, who stole my spare gold suit!"

Negris put the cloak on his body, put the hat on his head, and flew over with a little golden rod: "How can you say it is stolen? I saw no one asked for it, just picked it up and used it."

Duroken said angrily: "No one wants the poop on the ground, I don't see you pick it up and use it."

Ceng Ceng Ceng, the little zombie ran over quickly, the soul armor in his hand changed into a long-handled clip, he looked around, but he didn't see Papa, so he tilted his head and looked at Duroken suspiciously.

Negris laughed: "How do you know that no one picks up the papa, it's natural farmyard manure."

Duroken was stunned, why is there something wrong with this style of painting? Something seems wrong.

Forget it, Duroken didn't want to worry about it anymore, turned to Negris and said, "Forget about the cloak and hat, give me back some gold rods."

"If you don't return it, just make another one." Pointing a gold rod is so easy to use, how could it be possible to return it? Not only did it not pay back, it also wanted Duroken to teach it more delicate operations.

"You put it simply, this is made of adamantine mithril, astral gems and world branches. The adamantine mithril is easy to find, and the astral gems and world branches are mine..." Duroken looked impatient. As he spoke, until a world tree branch as thick as an arm floated in front of him, along with a handful of astral gems.

"Cabada, is the tree of life dead too? Or was it cut down by you, such a big branch?" Duroken almost didn't jump up: "Also, what's the matter with these astral gems? There are so many?"

"We cut down a lot of world trees, as many as you want, you can use the world tree to make a coffin, no problem.

"Hehe, I believe you are a ghost." Duroken curled his lips and said, "Lend me some gold rods to use, and I will return them to you when I make new ones."

"Give me the new one, I don't want your second-hand one," Negris said.

"Even if it's new, I've touched it before. Do you want it or not?" Duroken said angrily.

With a little golden rod in hand, Duroken's alchemy can be easily displayed, and a new golden rod can be refined in two or three strokes.

If there is no gold rod, then he has to cut the wood first, then engrave the magic pattern, carve the base, filigree, inlay, and connect the circuit...

Seeing how easy it was for him to forge, Negris brought another bundle of world tree branches and said, "Help my disciples forge one too."

"Are you crazy? Help your disciples practice? How many disciples do you have?" Duroken almost jumped and scolded.

"One." Negris said shamefully.

Duroken's face froze, and he didn't say anything else. He lightly forged a handful of gold rods and fed it to it, and patted it on the shoulder.

With some gold rods, alchemy is no longer such a troublesome thing. As long as there are enough materials, Duroken can quickly buy a whole set of equipment.

He has just been resurrected now, and his soul and body are ridiculously weak, so he hastened to forge a few good things to support the scene.

Good equipment naturally requires good materials, and then he discovered: "Why do you have everything? Unbounded crystals? Meteorite? Phosphorite? Shenmu? Uh... what is this? Believe in Yuanli, this is a A godhead? You planted it? Can a godhead be planted?"

Only then did Ange realize that the godhead planted on the farm had already matured.

It is obviously incorrect to describe it as mature. It can only be said that it can exist independently from the buds.

"Familiar? Then, do we have enough six godheads?" Negris suddenly remembered something, and said excitedly.

Ange nodded, but he lacked interest. He gathered six godheads, er, maybe seven, and then he could try to open that magnificent door, but Ange didn't have any interest at all, and he couldn't farm behind the door. .

"Are you talking about the Gate of the Void?" Duroken asked suspiciously after hearing what Ange and Negris said.

"That's right, you seem to have mentioned the Gate of the Void just now. According to eyewitnesses, His Majesty entered that gate and never came back. Do you know what's behind the gate?" Negris asked .

"It's the void, the door leading to the void. As for where it leads to the void, I don't know, and have you noticed that this godhead is dissipating, and it has shrunk by a circle compared to before."

Thank you Yingying for the reward