Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

If treated roughly, the World Tree sapling would grow faster, thicker, and healthier.

However, as the World Tree sapling grew, Kael’danil began to feel something was off. There’s no doubt that it was a World Tree, but it wasn’t the God of Life.

“Can a tree without self-consciousness be considered a World Tree?” Gailard mumbled, then suddenly perked up: “Kael, stay home, I’m leaving for a while.”

After a whirling roar, a white unicorn that tread on electric radiance appeared in the night sky.

“Ah? Where are you going?” Kael’danil anxiously inquired. He’s still fretting over the consciousness issue of the World Tree, and he intends to just pass the buck off?

“To find someone who knows more about the World Tree,” Gailard replied.

“Are you talking about Lord Nage? Do you know where they are?” Kael’danil asked.

“Do you remember the underdeveloped Bronze Dragon from the team that assassinated Nikola?”

“That Bronze Dragon is Lord Nage? What a coincidence! Why would it want to assassinate Nikola?” Kael’danil was surprised.

“How would I know, but there can’t possibly be so many underdeveloped Bronze Dragons in the world, I’m leaving, watch the house, if something happens, let the forest elves inform me.” Gailard mounted the unicorn and rode away towards the end of the forest.

Being a phenomenon created by the truth-powerful, Meteor Fading Trace managed to traverse thousands of kilometers in just three hours, panting heavily when he finally arrived at Hope Oasis.

The Transformation Technique had restricted his strength, otherwise, he could move even faster.

On his way back to Dragon Island, he took his time, taking two days to fly, but stealing the dragon egg and returning only took three hours, a total of two days and three hours.

However, the Oasis had changed greatly. In the center of the sandy grassland, a big tree, a jujube tree over ten meters high with a girth that two people could not wrap their arms around, had sprung up.

Around the jujube tree, many desert people spontaneously came to worship. After each worship, the tree would drop a pound or two of green jujube, which the overjoyed desert people would gladly collect.

There were those cunning fellows who wanted to bow several times to exchange for more green jujube. But Ange never looked at bows, he looked at the Soul Flame, only the devout would offer the Soul Flame.

Naeli, munching on a little fat lamb, grumbled: “You’ve snatched away all my followers, from now on, you must buy the little fat lamb for me.”

Brooks crashed into the ground like a meteor, creating a huge pit in the dune with tons of sand and dust surging all around like a wave.

Before he could stabilize himself, the panting Brooks ran up to Ange: “Ange, Ange, hurry up, I brought the dragon egg, resurrect this first,” he said, offering up the Silver Dragon’s egg.

He had used Meteor’s Fading Trace without hesitation, afraid that the dragon egg would spoil in the environment outside the incubation chamber.

The egg, which was two meters in diameter and taller than a man, landed in front of Ange, and a thought flashed through Ange’s mind: this could fry so many World Tree buds.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Negris trotted over and grabbed Ange’s hand, “Although I’m also a member of the Dragon Clan, blood is blood, but loss is not acceptable. You have to pay, and let me tell you, the cost of nurturing a dragon’s body is very high, the cost of the nutrient fluid alone exceeds 200,000 Demon Crystals.”

“Ah? How much does it cost? Uh, how much did Naeli grandmother give?” Brooks was somewhat stunned, he had never negotiated a price with anyone in his life. Trading with humans was always left to his dragon peers.

“I paid for Little Aili’s, I sold myself to pay for it.”