Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"It's okay to teach you, but what do you buy food for? You can plant 200 acres a day now, which is enough to feed the people in this world, and you still buy food?" Negris sent a wave of information with his soul: "Okay That's it, the lesson is over."

"Kind." An Ge responded.

"Buy food and plant it? Don't you have seeds yourself?" Negris was surprised. The yield of the seeds cultivated by Ange is quite high. Is it necessary to buy other seeds to plant?

"Different seeds, planted together, will not degenerate." Ange said.

Negris thought for a while before he understood the meaning of Anger's words, and his eyes widened suddenly: "Are you talking about hybridization? To prevent the degeneration of seeds? Can you think so far?"

Ange tilted his head in confusion, why didn't he want to go so far? Growing vegetables, he is a professional.

He had experienced the degeneration of seeds in the Palace of Rest before, and managed to maintain the growth rate of the seeds, but the yield, pest resistance, lodging resistance, and root system were not good. Now that he has the conditions, why not improve?

Sort out the information sent by Negris, well, learned.

Undead creatures are so cool. It is not too convenient to learn something to directly transfer souls, and to learn magic words, mathematics, arcane arts, etc. that need to be memorized by rote.

"If you just receive the teleportation, you don't need to enable all the functions of the teleportation array. You can just turn on the coordinates, which can save a lot of energy." Although the knowledge was transmitted, Negris was still afraid that Ange would make a mistake, so he couldn't control his mouth. Point out.

Ange waved his hand and opened the coordinates.

Continue to familiarize yourself with other functions, suddenly a point on the coordinate system map glows yellow and flickers slowly.

"What is it?" An Ge asked, waving his hand by the way.

"No! That's a request..." Negris yelled, but it was too late, the point of yellow light had moved to the center of the coordinate system chart, and the light disappeared.

After a while, a weak voice came over: "You... hello, can you hear me?"

Negris covered his face and said with his soul: "That's a sign requesting communication. If you connect, doesn't it mean telling the other side that the world transfer station is open?"

"Can't tell?" An Ge tilted his head.

"Don't move." Negris sighed, not daring to let Ange control it anymore. His little paws were drawn on the coordinate system, and it took a long time before he breathed out: "It's okay, it's okay, there is no marking, there is no exposed."

God, the World Transfer Station, if someone finds out that the World Transfer Station has reopened, all the planes will go crazy, those people will desperately search for the location here, and then come to snatch it desperately.

World transfer station, mastering this place is equivalent to mastering the traffic arteries of countless planes, and you can make a fortune by collecting money by sitting on the ground.

An Ge tilted his head, obviously not understanding.

Negris explained: "Space magic has no such thing as a mark. It is impossible to connect to a teleportation point. There is a big sign there saying so-and-so teleportation array, right. Only it tells you who it is , you know who it is, that’s the logo.”

"If you don't turn on the sign, even if others connect, they won't know that this is a world transfer station. Why is the coordinate system map so precious? Even if others don't tell you, you can still know who the other party is." Negris moved closer to the light spot. See: "Unknown coordinate point? Well, this is embarrassing."

I just boasted about the power of the coordinate system, but now I don't know where the opposite is.

"There is only one situation. This place is new and has never appeared in the coordinate system." Negris said with certainty.

"Oh." Angra drew up her straw hat and turned into a human, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ah? Ah! There is a response, there is a response, Miko, come on, come on, there is a response." A very excited and excited voice came from the opposite side. After a lot of noise, it quickly quieted down. A strange female voice sounded:

"You... hello, the great master of the purple skeleton, I finally got your response. I am the maiden of the purple skeleton family, the twenty-first generation of the purple skeleton. I sincerely pray to you and wish you peace of mind." Hearing the witch's words, a mass of soul flames was created out of nothing and entered Ange's body.

An inexplicably contacted witch turned out to be an immortal believer.

But it's not surprising, the undead empire was in full swing back then, shocking all worlds, which plane would not have undead believers? Maybe Ange can harvest a lot of Faith Yuanli by using the teleportation array to go around to other planes.

"What purple skeleton?" Anger asked.

"Ah? Purple bones? Purple bones are purple bones." The witch said.

Negris guessed: "It can't be the mourning skeleton. I don't know which small plane has encountered the purple-gold skeleton, left behind the legend of the master of the purple skeleton, and then formed a primitive worship and built a teleportation array. Just contact the world transfer station from time to time, wanting to find the Lord of the Purple Skeleton, just like Flin Esk and the others, come here to try their luck from time to time, wanting to contact the Palace of Rest."

Speaking of the purple-gold skeleton, An Ge immediately thought of that purple-gold figure, the most powerful skeleton under the command of the undead king, the Lord of Mourning... what's his name?

Ange tilted his head, but he didn't remember the name of the Lord of Mourning. He is just a little skeleton who grows vegetables. Who would tell him the name of the Lord of Mourning? It's dozens of levels away. The lord who created him didn't engrave these names To his soul, he had to turn his head and ask Negris.

"It's called Locke, nicknamed Strong Bone, and its full name is Strong Bone Locke. These native undead creatures can be named at will." Negris curled his lips and said with a little disdain, but his eyes were a little flinching.

No way, it was the king's intention to catch it, but it was Locke who did it. It was a humiliating experience with no power to fight back. Apart from looking for a sense of superiority in the name, he couldn't find it in other aspects.

I hope that the purple gold bone will disappear together with the king, Negris prayed guiltily.

Ange thought of another question: "What's the name of the king?" Ange had never asked the name of the king. Anyway, calling him the king is enough, and he doesn't need to know the details, but now that he asks, he will ask one more question by the way.

"The king is called... the king is called..." Negris said several times in a row, his voice lowered each time, and his expression became more and more frightened: "I know the name of the king, but I can't remember it. Yes, my memory, my memory is sealed!"

The scary thing about memory sealing is that you usually don’t feel any abnormalities at all, but you just can’t remember some things. If Ange hadn’t asked him this question, Negris would never have realized that his memory was sealed Pass.

Ange tilted his head, and said puzzledly, "You are sealed."

The expression on Negris' face froze, yes, he was originally sealed, sealed in the Brass Book, and part of his memory was sealed by the way, what's so strange?

Realizing this, Negris relaxed: "It's okay, it's not sealing the memory, it's sealing all of them."

It may be that Ange didn't respond for too long, and the witch's voice sounded again in the spot of light: "Lord of the Purple Skeleton, are you still there?"

"It's not the purple skeleton, it's the master of mourning." Anger corrected that Locke is the master of mourning, not the master of purple skeleton.

"Ah? Is it the Lord of Mourning? Is this your real name? Great Lord of Mourning, we, the Purple Skeleton Clan, have been guarding your hand bones. We have established a family in your name and pray for your protection. The Mourning Lord Lord, I beg you to save my purple skeleton family, we are being attacked by plague and hunger, please protect us."

Following the witch's voice, another large group of soul flames was sent over. The opposite seemed to be an abyss plane, and Ange's here is also an abyss plane. They are all worlds without plane barriers, and the energy attenuation of the projection is not very good. big.

A soul flame of this scale cannot be formed by one or two people. When it is injected into Ange's soul, there are some images mixed in.

It was an open space in a primeval forest, surrounded by simple leather tents, and a large group of people in leather clothes and skirts formed a circle and kept prostrating.

Two old wizards with gaudy paint all over their bodies were dancing a weird dance, with bursts of energy radiating from their bodies.

A wheat-colored priestess knelt in front of the teleportation formation, saying something to a purple-gold hand bone.

It's just that the proportions of the hand bones are a bit wrong, a circle smaller than that of Miko and others. If the proportions of the hand bones are normal, then these people are at least two meters five to three meters tall, and they are simply little giants.

The soul flame formed a symbol in Ange's soul, so far, there are four symbols in Ange's soul.

four? Isn't it three? Ange, who was a little strange, counted, and there were indeed four, Lisa's, Oak's, Miko Ziku's, and one was actually a silver coin. When did the silver coin end up with a symbol?

Negris finally came to his senses: "Hand bones? Zijin's hand bones? Guard? Locke's hand bones are there?!"

An Ge nodded, he had already seen the hand bone from the image mixed with the soul flame, purple-gold, below the elbow, complete.

"Pass it over," Ang said.

"Ah? Lord of Mourning, this is the only token we can get in touch with you, can we keep it? Otherwise we will lose all contact with you." Zi Mu's voice became hesitant.

Her ancestors built the teleportation array through some information left in the hand bones. If it was passed on, wouldn't she lose the token of contact with the Lord of Mourning forever?

losing contact? Nope. Ange touched the symbol belonging to Ziku, and transmitted a thought: "Come here."

Zi Mu, who was kneeling on the ground, jumped up in fright, and Ange's voice sounded directly in her heart instead of sending it through the teleportation array.

With such a miracle, Zi Ke didn't dare to hesitate, so he quickly put his hand bone up and launched the teleportation array.

Negris pressed 'Receive' on the coordinate system, and the entire control room suddenly trembled slightly.

It wasn't the main control room that trembled, but the teleportation array at the top. Between the two stone pillars, a burst of teleportation white light flashed, and a purple-gold hand bone appeared between the stone pillars.

Anger noticed that this transmission method was different from the time he came to this world.

At that time, a film of light appeared between the two stone pillars, and he passed through it like a door, but this time it was directly transmitting light. Is there any difference between the two?

...

The bones of the hand were heavy, like metal, and there was a vague sense of familiar power. Before the immortal soul disappeared, Ange had felt this power.

"It's Locke's hand bone, that's the breath. Why did his hand fall on this... purple skeleton plane? Did it die on that plane?" Negris said.

Ange ignored him, but brought a bucket, filled it with water, cast a purification technique to purify it into holy water, put a bottle of essence and a pack of holy mushroom powder on it, and the teleportation array was about to be activated.

There is no need to go back to the control room, Ange's left hand can control the teleportation array anytime and anywhere, the control room is more like built for those who don't have leather bracelets.

"Holy water? Don't you ask first? What if they don't suffer from dysentery? Essence? A bottle of 1500 magic crystals, such a big pack of holy mushroom powder? Both of these are used to treat trauma. The plague is okay, it's too wasteful." Negris hurriedly stopped him.

Ange tilted his head: "I know these." The implication is that he doesn't know anything else.

Negris vomits blood, don't you ask me! I just wanted to say this, but then I suddenly thought, if I don't teleport there, it seems that there are not many ways to use it, and they don't have any medicine that can cure all diseases.

Swallowing what he didn't say, Negris stepped aside, a white light flashed between the two stone pillars, and all the things put on them disappeared.

As soon as they sent those things over, when they returned to the control room, they heard Zi Li's excited call: "Mourning Lord, I gave the patient holy water, and his plague symptoms immediately began to alleviate. Such a large bucket of holy water is enough The sick of the whole tribe drank it, thank you Lord of Mourning."

Immediately, another large group of soul flames was sent over.

"You hit me right." What else could Negris do? He could only shake his head and lament Anger's shit luck.

"By the way, Lord of Mourning, our ancestors even picked up a pair of wings from the moth that you killed at the beginning, and immediately uploaded them to you." Zi Mu said again.

Negris took a look, and started 'receiving' again. This time, the control room didn't even tremble slightly. It should be the first transmission, which smoothed the transmission array that hadn't been in operation for a thousand years, so no longer There was a vibration.

When I went out to have a look, I saw a pair of wing bones.

Zi Li said a lot of words of gratitude, admiration, and prayers, and then reluctantly cut off the connection.

Back with the pair of wings and bones, Negris couldn't help sighing: "The legacy left by the undead empire is too rich. I don't know any abyss, and there is a loyal race waiting for it. Locke's lost one A hand can become a belief, if you want to, open the coordinate system and contact each coordinate one by one, maybe you can get a lot of gains."

"Oh." Ange opened the coordinate system, picked a spot of light and was about to press it.

Negris threw away the bone, flew over and hugged him, and said with a smile: "You can't just press it casually, you have to be prepared, get ready first." I have already slapped myself a series of slaps in my heart: I said it earlier, don't talk nonsense, don't Talk nonsense, this stupid skeleton will take it seriously! ! !

Quickly turn off the coordinate system, turn off the teleportation array, and turn around, only to find that Ange was doing something that made his blood surge. He even dismantled Zijin's Locke's hand.

"What are you doing!" Negris yelled.

Oh my god, a complete hand bone was dismantled into pieces by Ange. The phalanges, metacarpals, ulna and radius, as many bones as there are in a hand, were dismantled into as many pieces by him. This is the hand of the Lord of Mourning.

"Change it." Ange said, taking off his right hand while talking.

When he was in the Palace of Rest, Ange would go to the edge of the palace to find bones to replace his broken ones. He once found the skeleton of a silver skull, but unfortunately, at that time, his soul was not enough to drive this level of bones. The skeleton can only be given up with regret.

Until now, his bones are still gray, but under the tempering of the wind of rest, the density is higher. But no matter how hard gray bones are, can they compare to purple gold bones?

Ange knew that it was impossible for him to drive a whole hand of mourning, so he dismantled them into pieces, and then used the fire of the soul to assemble them.

When An Ge's elbows touched these purple gold bones, an indescribable heavy pressure pressed on him, almost crushing him to the ground.

No, it can't drive at all. The phalanx is removed, but it still doesn't work, and the metacarpal is also removed. Only the ulna and radius are left, and the smooth feeling returns.

Connecting the original palm, Ang's right hand becomes the mourning hand with the ulna and radius replaced.

The difference between the purple-gold bone and the gray bone is not that big, and it is not very conspicuous to replace it. Only when the light shines on it, the purple-grey and gold-gold luster will be obvious.

"Kangbada, that's okay? What about the remaining phalanx? How about replacing it with my feet? Let me also taste the taste of trampling Locke's hand." Negris said, turning his head, and saw it again Something that made his blood boil.

The little zombie was grabbing the angel skeleton's wings, stepped on its back, and tore it off abruptly, causing the feathers to fall all over the ground.

"What are you doing!!" Negris roared.

The little zombie and the angel skeleton turned their heads neatly to look at it, then ignored it and continued to tear off the second wing.

After tearing it off, he picked up Negris and brought back the pair of so-called 'moth' wings, and stuck them firmly to the shoulder blades.

Hehehe, it actually got stuck. Those are the wings of a fart moth, that is a pair of angel wings. It is estimated that the mural was painted too exaggeratedly, which caused word of mouth to become a moth.

So, it turned out to be a seraph who fought against Locke, the Lord of Mourning? Are these the wings of a seraph?

It does look much larger than the original wings of the angel skeleton, and the bones are also thicker, with a feeling of chicken wings becoming ostrich wings.

After thumping twice, feeling that it was going well, the angel skeleton ran up to Ange, turned his back, and showed Ange the wings and bones.

Negris can imagine what the Angel Skull wants to say: Look, there are no feathers....

Envious of it: "Give me some equipment anytime, I want to upgrade too."

The little zombie also chimed in: "Aww! Aww!"

Who would want to start a teleportation array and have equipment to pick up? The legacy of immortality is really too rich.

...

In the Devil's Great Rift Valley at the end of the Devil's Valley, a blocked cave under the cliff, a burst of teleportation light flashed, and two fist-sized black lumps appeared in the white light.

Black smoke overflowed from the black mass, and quickly stretched into two human-shaped shadows. If Silver Coin saw them, he would recognize the two black warriors who killed him.

One of the black warriors passed through the closed hole, and came back not long after: "That's right, it's here, the world transfer station. How did that idiot Leonard get the coordinates here?"

"It seems that someone bought food from them, and also provided some particularly valuable specialties. He greedily wanted to keep it for himself..." Another black warrior responded.

"This way of exposing is really... low-level, just kill all life in this world."

"We don't need to do anything, just hide first." After the black warrior finished speaking, he inserted his left hand through his chest and took out a scroll. After pulling the scroll, the scroll burned by itself and turned into ashes.

The two black warriors hid far away and merged deeply into the rocks of the rock wall.

Not long after, the teleportation light lit up again, and a holy figure appeared in the light.

Chapter two and a half

Thank you, the old driver of Shuiren, C7910, midnight rice characters, so difficult to choose a name, beggar Xiaofeng, pandas like to drink coffee without sugar, master of transformation. rewards.