Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“New grain variety in the Druid Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition breaks a thousand pounds yield per acre,” The Black Warrior said excitedly. Of course, his enthusiasm was feigned, mostly to lighten the mood.

But to his surprise, Ange tilted his head in confusion, and Negris also turned to look at Ange. Neither of them looked excited at all.

“What? Isn’t this valuable information about crop cultivation? A thousand pounds per acre.”

Negris asked Ange for some long grains: “Our grain variety, grown here, produces eight hundred pounds per acre.”

“Eight hundred? In this dump? Are you kidding me? Can this place even grow grains?” The Black Warrior was so surprised he almost jumped up.

Negris slapped the Black Warrior on the head: “Who are you calling a dump? Whose place are you calling a dump?”

Ever since Negris speculated that the Resting Wind might be a plane defense set up by a king, he no longer thought this place was lousy.

The Black Warrior cradled his head, muttering a few words under his breath.

“What?” Negris didn’t catch that.

“Nevermind that, here’s another one. The World Tree of the Elf clan is sick, and they are looking for someone who can heal it worldwide. If successful, the Elf clan will reward a World Tree seed,” the Black Warrior racked his brains for another piece of information.

Little Zombie and Angel Skeleton weren’t interested in their conversation and ran out.

Negris showed interest, the kind for mockery: “Tsk tsk tsk, these elves are as stingy, arrogant, and self-righteous as ever. The World Tree seed? Who needs that crap? A fruit yields thousands of seeds, but they take hundreds of years to sprout, and it’s hard for them to survive after they sprout. If they truly cared, why not reward a few Moon Springs? Could there really be people attracted by the name of the World Tree to take this reward?”

“Huh? Huh? They take hundreds of years to sprout? Our boss… our previous boss had sent people to try,” the Black Warrior confessed, realizing he had pledged his soul now, and his current boss was Ange.

“Hehe, got fooled, didn’t you? Did they get cured? Did those Elves really let you touch their precious World Tree? How did you verify your healing ability? Don’t just kill the tree. That would be a serious problem,” Negris’s tone sounded like he was gloating.

“That’s not a problem. Those elves are desperate now, looking for help worldwide. As long as someone contacts them, they will immediately give a diseased branch. You don’t have to go in person, just connect to their

Teleportation Array, and one diseased branch can be claimed per array,” the Black Warrior explained, slowly gathering his form to set up the Teleportation Array.

Did he intend to demo how to get samples from the elves now?

Seeing his struggling form, Ange kindly (reluctantly) sent him ‘a bit’ of Soul Energy.

“Ohhh! Such a powerful Soul Energy! I am full of power!” The soul of the Black Warrior suddenly emitted black smoke and swiftly coalesced back into its original form.

Ange was currently consuming two thousand Soul Flames daily for farming. So his ‘bit’ of Soul Energy was enough to burst the Black Warrior.

The Black Warrior looked at his own hands in disbelief, then at Ange, then at Negris, trembling as he spoke: “I… I’ve made a breakthrough.”

“What? What broke?” Negris was taken aback by this remark.

“Yes, I’ve made a breakthrough from Earl. I’ve been stuck at this bottleneck for over three hundred years, just now, with the burst of Soul Energy, I… I made a breakthrough,” the Black Warrior said blankly, in a tone filled with disbelief.

“Oh, this breakthrough. It’s not odd at all. You have been stuck at this bottleneck for three hundred years and suffered such severe injuries. It’s quite normal to break through after a burst of Soul Energy. Consider yourself lucky,” Negris replied nonchalantly.

The Black Warrior shook his head: “If only it were that simple. Emperor, Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron, I have been stuck at the Viscount level for three hundred years. I’ve been severely injured and near death multiple times, but never broke through. Boss, you truly are my god of fortune.”

The last sentence was said to Ange with a tone filled with gratitude.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, he is the illegitimate son of the God of Fortune,” Negris agreed wholeheartedly, then urged the Black Warrior: “Hurry up.”

The Teleportation Array near the Resurrection Altar was multifunctional, not only did it possess the teleportation function, but it also had a beacon function and could limit the volume of the teleporter. In other words, things exceeding a certain volume could not be transmitted.

This effectively prevented the possibility of enemies sneak attacking through the Teleportation Array. If they tried to force their way through, they would most likely get cut in half… due to exceeding the teleportation range.

The small Teleportation Array in Ice City was like this. The only thing to worry about was entities like the Black Warrior who could clump together, teleport, and then expand.

But when he clumps together, that’s when the Black Warrior is at his most vulnerable. If the enemy is on guard, it won’t be a sneak attack, but a gift on a silver platter.

Seeing the Black Warrior voluntarily limit his teleportation volume, Negris felt reassured. This guy wasn’t up to anything funny.

Having pledged the Soul Oath, he was now bound to Ange. If Ange were in danger, he would be screwed too, so it was unlikely he had bad intentions. Negris was just being habitually cautious.

As he ran the Teleportation Array, the Black Warrior explained: “The Elf clan released a set of coordinates to a Teleportation Array. As long as someone contacts them, they will offer a diseased branch.”

“The diseased branch of the World Tree should be quite valuable right? Aren’t they afraid of others falsely claiming it? Even those without healing powers could go claim a branch.” Negris was surprised..