Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

His actions alarmed others, and a man ran over from a distance, shouting,

“What are you doing? Don’t dig up the tree.”

“Huh? Digging up the tree, no no no, I’m trying to protect it, I want to make a mound of soil around it. Otherwise, the Resting Wind will kill it.” Luther explained.

“Oh, no need to protect it. The Resting Wind can’t kill it. It grew up under the Resting Wind, and there are many more trees over there,” the man said.

Following the man’s gesture, Luther ran over to see that at regular intervals, there were seedlings. Some were robust, some were crooked, but none looked like they had been blown by the Resting Wind. Could it be true what Lisa said, that Lord Ange had tamed the Resting Wind?

After running a bit further, Luther finally understood. Several seedlings were protected by stone walls constructed by people.

“There is still the Resting Wind, otherwise why would they need to be enclosed? Each seedling is arranged differently. Could it be an experiment? Like the control group that Lord Ange spoke of?” Luther murmured.

All his doubts ceased when he saw a row of tree walls. He saw a green wall on the horizon in the distance. Upon closer inspection, it was a row of person-high trees standing every five to six meters, much more robust than the ones he had seen along the way, and they were strangely shaped.

Normal trees grow upwards, but these seedlings had been pruned at the top and were growing sideways. The branches were robust and the foliage was dense, covering the gaps between the trees, making them look like a wall from a distance.

They grew not like trees, but more like shrubs, yet the foliage was exceptionally lush, making things rather bizarre.

There were many people bustling around the tree wall, one particular yellow figure flying around was particularly eye-catching.

“Lord Nagel” Luther felt as if he had seen a loved one and rushed towards him, buzzing with questions.

“Eh, it’s Luther. What brings you here? Good, come here, one, two, three, lift.”

After greeting Luther, Negris directed others to lift the tree in the middle of the two trees and transplant it seven or eight meters away, forming the second row of tree walls.

Luther quickly went to help, lifting while asking, “Lord Nage, why are we moving this tree? Isn’t the tree wall for blocking wind? Wouldn’t moving it be counterproductive?”

“We are studying the most reasonable arrangement for wind blocking. This damned tree not only blocks wind but also neutralizes the destructive power of the Resting Wind – the wind becomes a cool breeze after blowing through the gaps.” Negris said with a disgusted tone.

It really can block the Resting Wind! Luther was shocked. It’s not a crappy tree, it’s divine!

“It’s not a crappy tree? They need one environment to germinate and another to grow. They can’t be planted too densely or too sparsely. It doesn’t work to only plant them, watering them or fertilizing them is useless. You can only succeed if nearby crops grow strong. It’s so troublesome that it’s driving me crazy. If it wasn’t for its ability to survive under Resting Wind and its ability to stop the wind, I would have shovelled it away long ago.”

Lightning peeked out from behind a tree: “Go ahead, dig it up, dig it up.

“Hey, it’s Lightning, nice to see you, eh, your horn has grown so much?” Excited, Luther was happy to see anyone. He dashed over, trying to hug Lightning but Lightning slipped away.

“Good dodge!” Luther’s competitive spirit was aroused. He boosted his power and speed and sprinted off.

Last time he didn’t focus on it completely as Leonardo was riding it, but this time it was one-on-one. Before long, Luther pulled its newly grown, palm-sized horn and dragged it back.

“Hey hey hey, let go, let go, or I’ll shock you.” Lightning seemed to want to struggle but didn’t dare use too much strength.

Negris burst out laughing, “Well done, Luther, hold it, I’ll get a saw and saw off its horns, Kvada, now I know why its horns are broken. I will saw it off now.”

Negris excitedly flew off to get a saw, but by the time he came back with it, Lightning had vanished. Luther’s waist now carried a bag filled with beetroots. After berating Luther, Negris held the saw with his small and short hands and began to cut off the unnecessary branches of the seedlings.

“Lord Nage, please don’t be angry. I will catch it again later. You should stop sawing the tree, it would be terrible if it died. By the way, you haven’t told me what kind of divine tree this is? How can it withstand Resting Wind?” Luther rushed to reassure him, thinking he had upset Negris.

“To hell with dying, I’m pruning it. You suggested it, you have to help catch it later. Trimming allows the tree to grow more uniformly and faster. Since there are no seeds left, Ange said to get more branches to see if we can use them for propagation, haha, if we succeed, the elves will go crazy.” Negris laughed heartily.

“Elves? Why would elves go crazy?” Luther asked, confused.

“This is the World Tree, the elves couldn’t grow it even from seeds, let alone propagate it. But it grows well in the early stage, it’s just too hard to grow later.

We’ve planted so many, but none has consciousness. Without consciousness, they can’t be called World Trees.” Negris said regretfully.

“Elves? Huh? I seem to have heard about elves recently, but why would elves go crazy? Is this the legendary World Tree? Does it belong to the elves? Isn’t growing it a good thing?” Luther asked, puzzled.

Something stirred in Negris’s heart, right, why did he always feel the elves would go crazy? Isn’t growing the World Tree a good thing? The elves should be happy to know about it.

Negris thought about it, perhaps it was because of the arrogance of the elves when he was visiting the Elf Clan, and their reverence for the World Tree, which gave him this feeling. The elves even disliked others getting close to the World Tree, let alone it being grown by others.

With this thought in mind, Negris sneakily asked, “What do you say if we sell saplings of the World Tree to the elves?”

Luther didn’t care about what would happen, he didn’t share Negris’s mischievous ideas. He just wanted to find Lord Ange: “Where did Lord Ange

“Planting crops, where else could he be? Recently, he’s been using Instant Death Halo too much, it drained him completely. He’s dutifully planting crops in the normal way now.”

When Luther reached the terraces of the Great Rift, he saw the Angel Skeleton carrying Angel s scapula, slowly flying around. Ange spread out his hands, casting Rain Technique continuously. Droplets of water hosed out of his hands like water from a sprinkler.

Luther watched with a twisted expression, “This is indeed a ‘normal’ method..

Is the Lord casting two spells at the same time with both hands?”