Undead Farm

"You said that you went to the woods when you were bored and boring, and then accepted this group of Goblin to work for you?"

Weng Ling suspiciously stared at the night three.

At night, the stalls were even more spread, pointing to the broken arm mountain next to the farm.

"Hey, by the way, I also slaughtered a little Goblin, listen to them saying that I can exchange money for you here?"

Weng Ling glanced over there, his eyelids jumped, this little bit...

Was he lucky, just happened to meet a few Goblin camp fires?

Well, it must be like this, this timid man will not have such a big skill!

So Weng Ling nodded: "Well, I wrote the murder order, killing a Goblin worker 10 copper coins, Goblin warrior 1 silver coin, Goblin ten husband 10 silver, centurion 1 gold, but both the ten captain and the centurion must have a complete body."

After a pause, Weng Ling’s face was exaggerated and helpless expression spread his hand: “Oh, you see that you are all broken here, it’s hard to identify it. It seems that I can only settle for you according to the standard of up to 1 silver coin. Oh! Oh, it’s a pity.”

Sure enough, the expression of the night is darker.

"Haha, kidding, how can I take advantage of you? How to settle it, but how to settle it, but the broken arm of the ten-year-old and above must be picked out by yourself. I will arrange for others to identify, you can not cheat. !"

Weng Ling saw the expression of a sly look at the night, and he was very happy. He patted his shoulder and smiled.

Her goal was to kill Goblin, and she would not be disgusted with the early killing of the night, and she was increasingly curious about the night.

A lonely aristocrat, timid, greedy, cold-blooded, but there are a lot of things, relying on an old servant and two disabled people, actually built a wooden house in just two days, and also accepted More Goblin slaves.

The most important thing is that luck is still very good, and she can get so many Goblin corpses after she issued the murder order...

"It’s a pity that I’m so lonely, I don’t like gregarious.”

Weng Ling shook his head. She saw at a glance that the five people were not friends of the night, the fearful eyes and gestures, she could see every day.

This is a weird person with skills...

"Right, the seeds that I gave you a while ago are not wasted? Those vegetable seeds are hard to find!" Weng Ling suddenly said.

"Oh, I haven't planted vegetables yet, but I have planted some wheat."

"Wheat? Is that all? Wow, small seedlings, so cute!"

Weng Ling walked to the scent farm, licked his nose and looked down at the four Goblin who picked up their hoes.

I saw that they were standing in the same place with their gimmicks, and it seemed that they were not working hard at all.

"this is……"

Weng Ling’s face suddenly changed. The seedling in front of her seemed to be a little bit up with Goblin’s waving head.

She blinked and observed it again.

"It's not wrong! I can't be wrong with my eyesight! Is this..."

"Nature is magic?"

Weng Ling looked at the night and stood next to him in amazement.

It is well known that Goblin's magical ability is almost zero, and the rafts on their hands are not like the magical equipment, so the problem must be in this man's body!

Thinking of this, Weng Ling closed his eyes and began to perceive it carefully, and the night was even more surprised to find that Weng Ling’s forehead actually lit up a white cross with a slight golden glow.

"this is……"

On the night of the third night, he stepped back a few more horrified steps. He was shocked to see Weng Ling, who had his eyes closed in front of him, and his right hand was pressed tightly on the hilt, and his brow was deeply wrinkled.

A few seconds later, Weng Ling stood up in black and glanced at the night.

"I don't think you are still a hidden high man!"

The night of the night is even more stunned, and Lao Gu has slowly approached behind him.

"Are you a summoner? I have perceived the power of the contract in these Goblin." Weng Ling suddenly pointed to the four Goblin.

"No wonder the stupid, lazy and bad Goblin can listen to you, I can't think of you as a summoner!"

"Yes, very thoughtful!"

Weng Ling sighed heavily, and this person was too enchanting.

But if it is a summoner, then his eccentric character can be explained, because the summoner does not need friends.

As for natural magic, should it be his old servant? I remember that he said last time that this housekeeper would come to farm...

Even though I saw Weng Ling’s expression on the night, it was a bit weird, but there was absolutely no hate and killing. This was a relief in my heart, but he felt that Weng Ling could no longer let the spirits continue to diverge, so he quickly reminded me:

"When is the Lord of the Lord, when are you going to hang out the adventurers outside?"

"Oh! I forgot!"

Weng Ling’s face was stiff and turned and ran towards the stone wall gate.

On the night of the third day, I looked at Goblin, and looked at Lao Gu, and fell into meditation.

"The power of the contract?"

It seems that the mechanism of the undead recovery and the recovery of the building is completely different. For example, the old man was not judged to be a contract beast, or Weng Ling used to be a metamorphosis and a demon.

But this is also good, gave him a better identity cover, after all, compared with the big magician, the summoner seems to be less exposed.

I don't know if it is an illusion. The eyes of Baozimei look at him are even more hot.

......

Weng Ling did not spend too much time, and soon she took a group of exotic adventurers to his farm~www.readwn.com~ This group of adventurers have men and women, old and young, about fifty Around people:

Among them are priests with white sheets, elementalists with mace, and almost red fruits, only swordsmen with a sword in their hands, and even a knight dressed like a can. But he doesn't have a horse...

"Everyone is quiet, this is the forest patrol that I have led. The number of kills will be counted by him. The tax official will settle it in the city according to the statistical results."

"There are only three rules. First, don't attack each other! Second, don't rob others of the spoils! Third, don't falsify!"

"I won't pay the bounty for any of the above three, and if I find out who killed the adventurer, then don't blame me!"

After that, Weng Ling single-handedly hammered and hammered a log that had just been picked up by the Goblin Lumberjack.

Night three more:? ? ?

"Oh, yes, these Goblin is his contract beast. You don't accidentally hurt, understand?"

"Understood!" The adventurers were very emotional.

"Then... set off! Let the Goblins know that you are amazing!"

"Hey!"

Then, at night, I saw the adventurers rushing toward the forest, except...

The heavy-loaded knight, who is focused on A but has no horse, is moving slowly and slowly at the end.

But it may be that the sight in the armor is not good. He stepped on the broken wood that Weng Ling had just smashed. After losing his balance, he slammed down and slammed his limbs. He couldn’t stand up for a long time.

"That...someone? I can't get up, is there a good person to help the elderly?"