Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 839 - 471 Yes But Dont Burn the Fields

Chapter 839: Chapter 471: Yes, But Don’t Burn the Fields

Chapter 839 -471: Yes, But Don’t Burn the Fields

A crow landed on the castle wall, its dark eyes scanning around. It saw several fishing rods leant against the crenellations and a flowerpot.

A lich swordsman clad in Soul Armor was sitting there, fishing intently, occasionally jerking the rod.

Empty, annoyed, ‘he’ cursed and swore. This must be Mayor Locke that the townspeople talked about.

This was a peaceful and tranquil little town where, according to the conversations of its residents, people had lived happily and prospered under Mayor Locke’s rule for a long time, with stable public order and a thriving economy.

Some time ago, Mayor Locke even had someone build a Central Transfer Array, strengthening the connection with Northern Wind City. This move was unanimously considered wasteful.

Why would a remote little town need a Central Transfer Array? Look, now it’s laying there, barely used. Instead of spending several Demon Crystals to activate the array, the townspeople would rather walk to Northern Wind City.

But wastefulness is good, a lich that squanders is a true lich. Only those Life Species that have limited lifespans and need to eat and drink worry about being thrifty with their lives.

A lich, after all, if it squanders, it squanders. It doesn’t starve to death anyway. Constructing such useless things is more fitting for Mayor Locke’s character.

The crow caught sight of something moving from the corner of its eye. Turning its head, it saw a delicate and cute little girl scooching towards it from the edge of the wall, arms extended forward in a lunging gesture.

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Seeing the crow turn, the little girl realized she had been spotted and immediately bared her teeth and made a roaring sound, “Rawr!” to obviously scare the crow.

The crow sighed inwardly, resigned, and cooperated by acting startled as it flew up. A crow that can’t even be scared off wouldn’t count as a bird, would it?

An Undead creature wearing a Soul Armor that resembled a straw raincoat came out and yelled at the little girl, “Rawr!”

The little girl ran back hollering “kakakaka.”

Another Undead creature in Soul Armor dragged out an Undead Warhorse, complaining as it pulled: “You, dead horse, let me ride you, let me ride you.”

Another Undead in Soul Armor, materializing a shovel in one hand, turned the soil in a corner flowerbed.

An alchemist dressed like a magician, with a high-necked cloak, high hat, gloves, and wearing a mask, dragged back a bunch of alchemical prosthetics. After spotting the crow in the sky, he suddenly stopped and thoughtfully stared at it.

The crow only felt a mental sweep pass over it.

Discovered? The crow wasn’t particularly worried; it leisurely took to the air, turned its head, and flew in a different direction. Throughout, the alchemist kept his gaze fixed on it.

Being detected was normal; not being discovered would be strange, indicating that the Undead in this town were too weak.

Although the Undead Empire was hostile to the Sorcerer Alliance, it had no particular aversion to magicians because the Undead could also learn various magical spells. Moreover, due to their longevity, they often had more solid fundamentals than humans.

However, magicians valued creativity and had never been mainstream among the Undead. Now, this magician was already quite formidable.

From the mayor to the residents, even the magicians were Undead; this town could definitely not be a hiding place for the servants of Light.

Having reached this conclusion, a large flock of crows subsequently took off from various parts of the town and silently flew towards another village.

As the flock of crows departed, a Little Yellow Book flew up from Ange’s body and opened its pages.

Within the pages, a massive Bronze Dragon slapped a slightly smaller Corpse Dragon on the head: “See? See? We even tricked the Nightmare Succubus too, did you see?”

Negris’s true body was over fifty meters long, and the Dragon Sorcerer’s body was only eighteen meters, so the size difference was like that of a monitor lizard to a chameleon. The Dragon Sorcerer was smushed into a ball: “I get it, I get it, you all are really formidable. Who exactly are you?”

Negris made a face: “You might not believe me if I tell you, but we are the offspring of the Undead God.”

“Believe, believe, you’re the offspring of the Undead God, or maybe you’re the Pope of the Church of Light; so impressive, Light and Darkness as one, just like in a knight novel, quite the boast,” said the Dragon Sorcerer with a face full of mockery.

It just showed that this Dragon Sorcerer was not very tactful; at such a time, they still dared to be sarcastic. Negris pressed down on it a bit more. Inside the Bronze Book, Negris was the lord.

It wasn’t until it ‘submitted’ that Negris finally asked, “What’s the identity of this Nightmare Succubus? Why did they send it? Does it have any special abilities?”

“It can induce terrible nightmares and steal information from the dream realm. Just now, it was only observing you guys, but actually, the collection of information had been completed long ago in the dreams of ordinary people. It likely left because it didn’t find anything of interest,” the Dragon Sorcerer explained.

Anthony furrowed his brow: “Agli! No, wait. If the Nightmare Succubus is so powerful, why do some villages full of Disciples of Light still exist? Just send the succubus around, and she could unearth all those villages.”

The Dragon Sorcerer retorted, “Your words sound like ‘a hard work of five hundred years can buy a manor,’ it’s all nonsense. Do you have any idea how many villages there are in this Plane? Even if she checks one a month, it will take over a thousand years to finish. You want to work the succubus to death or what?”

Anthony furrowed his brow again, “Why does it have to be one a month? If it’s one a day, it will all be done in about thirty years.”