Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The silver coins that shouted for help were emitting golden light all over their bodies, and quickly sprinkled golden light, but some unreal 'gold coins', the power of money confused many people's eyes.

When someone couldn't bear the temptation to bend down to pick it up, the silver coins immediately swung out a big bag angrily, and smashed the opponent away like a hammer.

"Dare to steal my money!?" Yin Coin said viciously, not like a cautious businessman like that, but like Ange who was burned to the ground.

But there are too many enemies, and there are many tough-minded people among them, who are not confused by the power of money at all. On the contrary, because of this, they regard the silver coins as a threat and concentrate their firepower on him.

An arrow of erosion shot out from behind the crowd, first shot to a high place, passed the crowd, then turned sharply and fell, hitting Yin Coin's body.

"Accept the erosion of death!" Seeing that he hit the target, a necromancer in the enemy formation shouted viciously.

The arrow of erosion is like a torture of flesh and bone to the living. If the death energy carried by the arrow of erosion cannot be purified quickly, the flesh and blood will be continuously corroded until death.

I thought that the silver coin would peel off its skin if it was not dead, but the necromancer saw that the silver coin was patted casually, and the arrow of erosion disappeared... gone?

"How is it possible? Such a big living person is not dead, and the arrow of erosion didn't hurt him?" The necromancer's eyes widened in disbelief, and he released a few more arrows of erosion.

Seeing that the silver coins were still arrows of erosion, he didn't bother to pay attention to them and let them fall on him.

The necromancer fired another death-breathing arrow.

This principle, otherwise it will be pierced, Yin Coin swung his big money bag and smashed the arrow of death breath.

Curse, Whip of Rot, Sleep, Soul Shock!

The necromancer kept trying all kinds of necromancer magic, but they basically didn't work. He was so angry that he pushed aside the followers in front of him, faced the silver coins, and shouted: "Little dwarf! Look at my eyes."

Looking at the silver coin, the necromancer has a soul shock.

But when his soul impact was let go, what hit him was a stronger soul, looking down at him condescendingly.

"You...how do you have a soul?" The necromancer only had time to think this thought before he was knocked down by the stronger soul.

As if struck by lightning, his body fell backwards, bleeding from his eye sockets, and he fell to the ground dead.

Soul impact is so dangerous for living people, especially to impact the soul of a god with a mortal body.

Silver coin blinked in bewilderment, he felt something hit his soul, but it didn't cause any harm, so he quickly put the matter aside.

The group fought and retreated, all the way back to the manor of the Marquis of Fewo, whose hip was slashed with a knife, limped and ran in front.

After resisting at the gate of the manor for a while, the courtyard wall was breached by the enemy again. They had to fight and retreat, and retreated to the cemetery, using the terrain of the cemetery to resist.

"What to do, what to do? We are dead." Marquis Feiwo panicked and fidgeted.

Yin Coin said calmly: "Don't panic, adults will come to save us."

After finishing speaking, I added a sentence in my heart: If the distance was not too far, the adults would have come here long ago.

"Will... will it? Will the adults come to save us?" Feiwo asked anxiously, who was not familiar with Ange.

"Yes, definitely. By the way, who is the person who attacked us?" Yin Coin asked.

"Who else can it be, Earl Gula, the president of the Grain Chamber of Commerce, the most powerful person in Beifeng City other than the city lord." Feiwo said.

Yin Coin blinked, and said puzzledly: "You are a marquis, he is an earl, he is more powerful?"

The Marquis of Feiwo rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "My Marquis spent money, and his Earl was made by typing. How can it compare?"

There is no such thing as a royal family in this world. The lord of each main city is a prince, who is eligible for titles, and the system of titles is very loose.

Often the marquis of this city is not as powerful as the earl of another city, and it is even more unreliable to spend some money to promote the title.

Earl Gula has several grain chambers of commerce, which mainly deal in bulk commodities such as grain, oil, rice, and noodles. They have a large number of personnel and a strong army, which is unmatched by an empty Marquis like Feiwo.

"So, they also cut off the road, trying to create panic, raise food prices, and force others to withdraw from the city lord's bidding?" Yin Coin analyzed.

"It should be. Raising food prices may be secondary. It creates an urgent situation. It is true to scare away the other candidates. No matter whoever takes the position of city lord, he will have a headache because of the cut off of business routes and high food prices The situation, and anyone who asks themselves that they are not capable of solving these problems will definitely drop out of the race."

After Feiwo finished the analysis, he suddenly understood and said: "No wonder I asked a few acquaintances to hint this time, and they didn't express their views. I dare to know that the opponent is Gula bald."

"Bald?" Yin Coin's attention was instantly diverted.

"That's right, Earl Gujie wears a tall hat all year round, regardless of whether it's hot or cold, because his forehead is bald." Feiwo gloated.

The profiteer's soul of the silver coin was ready to move, and couldn't help but want to solicit business: long hair, our beauty gods are the most professional.

Forcibly suppressing this impulse, Yin Coin continued to ask: "How many people does this Count Gula have under his command? Is there any strong one?"

"Yes, he has at least two eighth-level magicians, three high-level swordsmen, and a pharmacist under his command."

The silver coin waited for a while, and found Feiwo stopped: "No more? That's it? There are no sword masters, esoteric magicians, etc.?"

"How is that possible? If he can subdue that kind of strong man, why would he still stay in Beifeng City? He has already gone to the Anxi Plain to work for the Undead Empire." Feiwo sneered.

Peaceful Plains?

After chatting for a while, there was a commotion outside the tomb, as if the enemy was mobilizing.

The silver coin looked out and saw a warlock distributing bottles of red potion to the enemy swordsmen.

Feiwo's face turned pale when he came out of the probe: "It's over, it's over, it's over, Gula's pharmacist is here, we're over."

"The pharmacist is here as soon as he comes, what are you afraid of? The pharmacist doesn't have much fighting power." Yin Coin said puzzled.

"The pharmacist has no fighting power, but he has the potion. He is dispensing the bloodthirsty potion. Sir, when will the master come?" Feiwo asked anxiously.

"It's coming soon, it should be coming soon." Yin Coin didn't feel very confident in his response, he would definitely come, but the enemy has already issued bloodthirsty potions, can they bear Ange's arrival?

Feiwo said worriedly: "The city gate must have been robbed by them too. I'm afraid I won't be able to get in even if my lord comes."

Just as Feiwo finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of a fan vibrating in the air. The little Huanglong's nose was bubbling, foam was foaming at the mouth, his tongue was thrown out of the elder, and Ange fell from the sky on his back.