Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

If it weren’t for that, Negris would never have gotten his people involved in this war.

Naeli who never listens to persuasion, now turns around and leaves without a word? Could her injuries be severe?

Thinking of this, Negris couldn’t help but worry, and hastily asked: “Little Aili, are you okay? Are you seriously injured?”

“The injuries are not severe, it’s just like getting poked with a toothpick, but Negris, I may be done for, my lifespan is coming to an end. Don’t let the humans get my body,” Naeli responded indifferently.

“What? Right now? I told you to hide from the start. You are over ten thousand years old, still making such vigorous moves. You were just rolling around, you’re not a young dragon anymore, still making these highly difficult moves.” Upon hearing this, Negris became frantic and complained loudly.

“No, I’m over ten thousand years old, living longer than you. What does it mean to live another year or two? If it weren’t for you, I would never have left. I would have fought until the last moment, and then died in the oasis lake,” Naeli declared gravely.

“Alas….” Negris sighed. Indeed, from his perspective, the passing of a fellow species is a saddening matter, but Naeli didn’t see it that way.

The lifespan of a Bronze Dragon is extremely long. An additional year or two to them is like humans living a few more minutes; it has no meaning. Rather than hiding and clinging to life for a few more minutes, only to never wake up again after falling into one of their slumbers, it’s better to perish gloriously in battle.

He understands, but acceptance isn’t easy. The profound sadness eventually translates into words, “Just don’t die in the lake and pollute the water source. Your followers will have nothing to drink.”

“Hahaha, you are so humorous, brother,” said Naeli before stretching her neck and letting out a resounding dragon roar.

Meanwhile, her bloodline was boiling, a message was transmitted through the resonance of her bloodline into the hearts of all dragon races. The Giant Dragon Clan once again faced the demise of a dragon.

The Flying Knights watched in horror as the Bronze Giant Dragon took to the sky. Their initial grand ambition of ‘trapping and slaying the giant dragon, acting as Dragon-slaying Knights’ turned into nothing, with their losses standing at fifty percent.

There are no injuries, only deaths. Anything that falls won’t survive.

The Flying Knights, devastated by their losses and utterly exhausted, returned to camp. No sooner had they crawled out of the cylinder than they were ruthlessly kicked back in by Iron Leyce: “The dragon race has sent a message, the Bronze Dragon is dead. It surely didn’t leave the desert when it died. No matter what, we must find its dragon corpse.”

One Flying Knight after another took off in their twisted form, but this time it was not an encirclement, it was a search. However, the sky was already dark after a day of fierce fighting. Locating a dragon corpse in the impending darkness would not be easy.

Iron Leyce also realized this issue. He simply divided the surviving Flying Knights into five groups, one hundred per group; one group took flight to conduct the search while the others took turns resting. They pinned their hopes of finding the dragon’s body on the bright light of the next day.

In a single night, it isn’t possible to bury a dragon of several tens of meters in length, right?

A hundred kilometres away, in a sand dune, Negris looked at Naeli who lay dying on the ground, then at Ange, and the recently released Little Zombie and Little Angel, only to shake his head helplessly.

To rely on the four of them to bury this massive body in a single night seems like an impossible task.

“Can we stuff her into the Resting Camp?” Negris asked.

Ange shook his head.

“Can we dig a pit for her?” Negris turned to Little Zombie.

Little Zombie worked very hard, grunting for quite a long time and eventually dug out a large pit capable of accommodating the Dragon’s claw.

What can we do? Let alone being buried, even burying her shallowly wouldn’t work. The unique features of a dragon’s body are too discernable, mages in the sky could spot anything not deeply buried with some special Detection Techniques, therefore, burying it shallowly was not an option.

However, how could the four of them dig out a massive pit that could accommodate Naeli?

Turning his head with the intention of asking Ange for a solution, he saw Ange pulling off Naeli’s dragon scales.