Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

In a daze, Dorok heard some roasting sounds and smelled the aroma of barbecued meat. He opened his eyes and saw a brass-colored figure approaching it.

It's the ancestor...Dorok thought silently, but why did the ancestor become so big? Still holding a knife and fork, he smiled lewdly at it: "It's a pity to waste it, an adult dragon of your size, you won't believe me if I can't do it, right? Do you want braised in soy sauce or roasted with spices?"

Dorok said weakly: "Can you...don't eat me?"

"Don't eat you? Such a fat dragon, it's a pity if you don't eat it, what can you do?"

"Catch...fish..."

"How many fish do you have to catch to equal a golden dragon? Why don't you plow the fields?"

"Ah? Plowing the fields? No, no, no, how can the great golden dragon plow the fields..."

"The field is not plowed, so let's roast it, pour some spice water, and marinate it to taste better."

"Don't...don't...don't roast me, don't eat me...ah!" Dorok screamed and opened his eyes, and the familiar cave came into his eyes.

Huh—so it was a dream? Scared to death, how can I have such a strange dream?

Dorok came back to his senses and turned his head to see that there were a bunch of strange humans not far from the cave. Together with Negris and the young dragons, they turned their heads to look at Dorok.

"Are you awake?" Negris flew over happily and asked, "How is your body? Is there any discomfort?"

Dorok moved his body when he heard the words, he didn't feel any discomfort, but he was refreshed, but he felt a little foreign body on his back. Didn't it bother you? Did I talk in my sleep?"

"I said, don't roast you, don't eat you, what fishing and farming, it's fine, if you're hungry, there are elf beans there, you can eat a bag, Ange said that you will consume a lot, eat others I can’t make up for it.” Negris pointed to the bags next to him.

Elf beans? What is it? Dorok looked at those bags, and frowned suspiciously, he couldn't make up for it by eating other things, so can he eat this?

Stomach gurgling, hungry, half-believing, Dorok bit a bag of beans into his mouth, bit the bag, stroked his tongue, pushed the bag out, and swallowed the beans.

What kind of ghost beans are these? They are not enough to fit between the teeth, so Dorok decides to eat them all before looking for something else to eat.

Negris didn't care about it anymore, flew back, and greeted everyone: "Go ahead, pour some spice water, marinate it, tear off the skin, put spices on it, and bake."

"Haven't you ever eaten it? A pirate taught me this. She went out to rob every day and kept the spices she got. She developed a lot of delicious food." Negris said.

Dorok suddenly realized that the roasting and plowing in the dream were what the ancestors told these humans?

These human beings are made of rough skin and linen, yellow and thin, with sparse hair, but they are in an orderly manner. They cooperate with Negris to deal with sea fish. Their expressions and postures make Dorok feel strange, but they are uneducated and can't tell what is wrong. weird.

Dorok temporarily put these feelings aside, and turned to check his own situation, turning his head to look at his back, where there was a foreign body sensation.

When it saw something that made it feel like a foreign body, it was stunned for a moment. It was two 'chicken wings'. It was said that the chicken wings might not be appropriate, and they looked more like enlarged ostrich wings in terms of volume. No matter what it looked like, it must be wing.

Dorok was stunned for a long time before he realized it, and ecstasy filled his heart: Have I grown wings? !

"Have I grown wings? My lord ancestor, have I grown wings?" Dorok turned his head and shouted to Negris in disbelief. In a semi-closed cave, a fifty-meter-long dragon shouted at you out of control. How terrifying is this scene?

Everyone couldn't help covering their ears, and those young dragons lost control and fell a few somersaults, then got up, and yelled back in refusal to admit defeat: "嘤嘤——"

"Slow down your voice, you want to scare people to death, yes, yes, you have grown wings, really, you are so excited to grow two chicken wings." Negris scolded angrily.

Dorok had no time to pay attention to it, blushed and trotted out of the cave.

It ate all the elf beans in one go. Because of its huge size, it only reacted now, and it produced a strong sense of fullness. The intestine of the giant dragon is relatively short, and it wants to pull when it is full.

Chambada, it just said enough to stuff its teeth, and now it just wants to eat this sentence back.

Jumping to a cliff on the other side of the island, Dorok poked his butt out, grunting for a while, feeling comfortable all over.

So Master Ange's beans are so powerful? What is it called? Elf beans? Those pointy-eared human beans?

After relaxing, Dorok crawled back slowly. At this time, he felt the real strength of the elf bean. His abdomen was warm, and the warmth was continuously sent to all parts of his body. He felt that his claws were strong. , The neck is strong, and the hind legs are strong.

Everything is different, have you become a real dragon? Is that drop of blood of Lord Ange really the blood of the Dragon God?

Full of doubts, Dorok returned to the cave and asked Negris, "Master Ancestor, where did Lord Ange go?"

Dorok noticed that when it said 'Master Ange', those weird humans all stopped and read a few words before continuing to work.

"Going to the sea." Negris responded.

"What!? Going into the sea? Going into the sea near here?" Dorok was shocked and asked eagerly.

"Yeah, going down from the pool, is there any problem?" Negris said.

Dorok said anxiously: "There is a group of moray eels in the sea nearby. They are very large. Even I don't want to provoke them when I am alone. It is easy for adults to meet them in the sea."

Negris asked calmly, "Moray eel? Can it do magic?"

Doroc shook his head: "No."

"Is that a fast swim?" Negris asked.

"Not fast, if we swim fast, we would have moved, how dare we live here." Dorok said.

"How big is it?" Negris asked again.

"The biggest one is more than thirty meters long." Dorok said.

Negris said disapprovingly: "It's only more than thirty meters away, so don't worry, I've seen beasts that don't know magic. I've seen ones that are a hundred meters long. They don't have any special abilities in the water, and they can't catch up with Ange at all."

As soon as the words fell, there was a splash of water. In the pool, the head of a giant moray eel popped out, and then snapped back to the surface of the water.

Ange and the little angel crawled out of the water, repulsed by the elements, drained the water from their bodies, and then began to cast spells.

One after another magic fell into the water, and a huge water elemental arm condensed out of the water, lifted the moray eel out of the water, and spread it to the ground with a length of more than 30 meters.

Dorok was stunned. It just said that a moray eel more than 30 meters long was very dangerous. Ange caught the biggest moray eel in a blink of an eye. It recognized this moray eel, and it was the biggest moray eel in the group. eel king.

Dorok didn't want to get hurt, so he didn't want to provoke it. It used to be alone, and no one treated it when it was injured.

Negris was also stunned, such a big one, it does not carry enough spices, what should I do? Is it boiled?

The others were also stunned, what should we do? Can this... be eaten?

"If you can't finish eating, pack it up and leave. There are so many people on the ground without food. Why are you bothered about this?" After contacting Yin Coin and others in North Wind City, Anthony came back and saw everyone's frowning faces, so he couldn't help admonishing them.

Of course, all the people he trained were those who had just been rescued by him from death prison, there were twelve of them, all of whom were extremely devout believers.

"You are all the most devout believers of our Lord. Even in the prison of death, even in the midst of suffering, even if your faith is desecrated, you have not given up. Suffering has honed your faith, and you need to spread the light."

"Thank you for your teaching, Your Majesty, we should not be anxious, we should not be confused. A firm heart is a tower in the distance, and a pious heart is the light on the tower..." These human beings immediately repented devoutly, and did not eat , each prayed.

Dorok finally understands why these humans look weird-fanatics! The kind of madman who you say bad things about what he believes in, he will fight you desperately, and die in front of you if you can't fight.

God, there are so many fanatics, did I speak ill of their gods just now? Have it? If so, is it too late to change your mind now?

Anthony nodded lovingly, turned around and greeted everyone to eat.

"Don't worry about them? Is it okay not to eat?" Negris asked in a low voice.

Anthony shrugged helplessly: "How do you think so many of our healing spells are defined? True fanatics and ascetics are all such lunatics and will be stopped by you. They are either impious or hate you , Forget it, when I brought them out, I already fed the elf beans."

Negris nodded, and then buried his head in the grilled fish, his mouth dripping with oil.

Suddenly, Negris felt something, turned his head, and saw behind Ange, a ring burning with white flames and a cross-scale—the ring of scales, the Holy Cross of Equality.

"This...this...a miracle, are these guys so fanatical in their beliefs?" Negris was stunned.

A long time ago, it said: God did not create believers, but believers created God.

This conclusion was confirmed by the God of Life. The God of Life said that the Gods of Light were once human beings, and they were the strongest in the Church of Light.

Anger had only experienced the "creation" of believers not long ago, and Buck's imprint allowed him to penetrate the two worlds. These are the keys to the "creation" of gods by believers.

And the most important thing is fanatics. Ten thousand general believers are not as good as one fanatic, and 100,000 general believers are not as good as an ascetic.

Only the firmest belief, the most devout belief, can define what is 'God'.

The God of Libra was 'defined' by the twelve fanatics, although it already existed, it was just in another world.

Being redefined here means that Ange can use the divine power of the God of Scales here.

Seeing this scene, these believers became more fanatical and their beliefs became more pious.

"Crazy, crazy, all crazy." Negris was envious to death in his heart, and he was jealous.

Negris' envy is Ange's distress: There are so many soul flames, how can they be equivalent...

...

Anthony took these fanatics to take a step ahead, and Ange wanted to stay and dig bird droppings until the domain of God was filled to the brim.

Negris has gotten used to it. If it wasn't for the fact that there is no suitable bay nearby, the ground would be full of bird droppings, making it unsuitable for growing vegetables. Ange was so high and low that he planted it all before leaving.

"What about you? What are your plans?" Negris asked, dodging the pounce of a young dragon.

Dorok said with a dejected look: "I'll go with you, Lord Ancestor, please take us away."

"Oh? When you were eating fish, you still said that you wanted to build Dragon Island and build it into a Dragon Island where dragons live and work in peace and happiness. How did you change your mind?" Negris was surprised.

"At that time, I didn't know how annoying the eighteen little dragons were. I couldn't handle them. Take me away, Mr. Ancestor, please." Dorok said irritably.

Eighteen young dragons, oh my god, they are like tens of thousands of ducks, buzzing in front of you, and running around. If Dorok is not paying attention, they will get into the water. There are giant moray eels in the sea , they can't beat Dorog, and can't eat these little baby dragons?

"Little dragons, you can't be too nice to them, be stricter, beat them when it's time to beat them, otherwise they will pee on your head, ouch!" Just as Naig finished speaking, a young dragon pounced on you. It's gone, just sit on it.

"Oh!" The little angel ran over and punched the young dragon in the face.

"Hey!" Xiaolong was angry and wanted to fight back, but was beaten up by the little angel. She was a ruthless person who beat children out of black eyes back then.

After the beating, he dragged it away by the tail, and then pointed to an open space to make it stand. The little zombie supervised it. After a while, there was a row of young dragons who wanted to cry but did not dare to cry in that open space.

"Oh!" the little angel said.

"Hey..." The young dragon responded dejectedly.

Dorok and Negris wiped off their sweat at the same time, and let out a long breath.

At this moment, everyone noticed something, and turned their heads to the west at the same time, only to see a thick black smoke rising behind the western sea level.

Gadrigo fell from the sky and said, "That direction seems to be the island of death."

Anthony was teleported away with the fanatics, so Gadrigo stayed behind. Just in time, everyone quickly got on it and flew towards the direction where the black smoke rose.

As soon as the little angels and zombies left, the young dragons began to have fun again. Dorok watched the young dragons with a sad face, intending to imitate the sternness of the little angels, but when he saw his big claws, he was afraid that he would accidentally slap the young dragons to death.

Gadrigo flew over the island of death prison, and saw that all the watchman's buildings were destroyed, and all the undead creatures inside were gone.

The prisoners scattered on the island were fine. They gathered together in twos and threes, looking at the black smoke rising in the distance in bewilderment.

Negris asked someone at random, but the other party hesitated until Negris became impatient, and he said: "It is His Majesty Anthony. After he sent the selected people away, he sent someone back to kill them." Kill those guards."

Good guy, framed and blamed? Who did it?

As soon as Negris thought about it, he saw a group of undead knights running wildly on the sea level, stepping on the water and heading towards the island of death. Ideas are already being extended.

Good guy, one link after another, planting the blame, and immediately confirming it.

Sang Bada, people like myself have stumbled into the circle foolishly.

Thank you leisurely Xiaoyu, book friend 20210301104148234028, Crimson Red, for your tip.