Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Brooks, with tears in his eyes, was dragged away by his ear. Along with him, the mother dragon who refused to let go of the little golden dragon, was also led away. No one dared to reason with a mother dragon who had incubated an egg for five hundred years, nearly losing her child, but miraculously getting him back.

Brooks held on to Negris and said, “Goodbye, honorable ancestors. I am sorry that I failed to keep my promise. I will no longer live this free and easy life…”.

Negris impatiently responded, “Off you go. I knew you were quick to sell yourself. You can’t do this, you can’t do that. You’re useless!”.

Brooks, with tears in his eyes, replied, “Ancestor, you could plead for me, by using your prestige as the God of Knowledge…”.

“I don’t know her and I won’t plead for her.” Negris waved his paw and firmly denied it. He then changed the topic, “Give me a strand of your hair. I want to see whether your Dragon Clan’s Transformation Technique is adequate

Brooks was a bit confused by the sudden shift in topic. Was his ancestral checking his homework. After all this time, only now he wants to check it?

Confused, he plucked a hair and handed it to Negris. The hair slowly transformed into a palm-sized scale.

Negris nodded with satisfaction, “Not bad, You’re a qualified Clan Leader. Dragon Island still needs your protection. Go.”

“Yes, ancestor,” replied Brooks. Feeling the warm encouragement from his predecessor, he took a few strides, then suddenly remembering something, he turned and saw Negris holding his scale, laughing like a thief.

Something felt amiss but he could not pinpoint what was wrong. Brooks then turned around, “Ancestor, where did Whiteneck go? I want to take him back to Dragon Island.”

Negris’s smile faded. “Wishful thinking! The Holy Essence Liquid worth two hundred thousand demon crystals, more than a dozen demon crystals’ worth of Life Essence, non-stop magic casting for two days, reincarnation of a dragon through a high-level scroll, you even want to take away Whiteneck without paying anything?”

Knowing he was at fault, given he didn’t pay and was pulled away by his wife while trying to sell himself off, so Bruce did not dare to utter another word and flew away with the mother dragon.

Halfway, Brooks’s heart skipped a beat. He finally realized what was wrong. His scale! Oh god! The little dragon came about through cultivation of a piece of meat from the dragon egg. If Negris could raise the juvenile dragon from his scale, he would never be able to clear his name, even if he jumped into the frozen sea.

Looking at the elated mother dragon ahead, Brooks hesitated a few times but did not utter a word in the end.

The mother dragon thought that the little golden dragon was hatched from the egg. If she knew that the egg was shattered, and the little golden dragon was cultured using a piece of meat inside the dragon’s body, she would not accept it. Yet, he would still risk it. After all, Ange cultivated the meat from a Dragon’s egg, maybe the scale can’t make it happen. At least that’s what he thought, until he knew the truth about Negris.

Thinking of a bunch of golden dragons looking exactly like him appearing on Dragon Island in the future, the mother dragon probably wouldn’t know who to tear apart first.

Upon further thought, it seemed acceptable.

With a nervous heart, Brooks flew away with the mother dragon.

Watching the two silhouettes disappear at the horizon, Negris sighed. Although he always mocked Brooks as ‘can’t do this, can’t do that’, in actuality having a truthful protector like him was an extra layer of defense for Hope Oasis. Anyone who coveted it could think twice.

The function of Brooks was equivalent to a trump card, a trump card that gave Negris a great sense of confidence. Even in the most dangerous moments, he had the ability to protect Ange.

Now that Brooks is gone, it’s as if the defense array has been lifted. If we meet any strong enemy, we can only pray for our luck.

So, he shamelessly pulled a scale from Brooks. At a critical moment, it could also serve as a trump card.

He handed the scale to Ange and asked, “Try it, see if you can transform into Brooks using it.”

Ange tried and shook his head, “Can’t, I’m not familiar with it.”

“Not familiar? What do you mean? Are you talking about affinity?” Negris thought for a while, then finally understood what Ange meant by that. He asked, “Can you improve the affinity?”

Ange tilted his head, “Try.”

With some gestures, Ange put the palm-sized scale into his ribs.

After a night of tossing and turning, the sky began to brighten. Rogge dared not march under the sun. Out of the three thousand witches, some would certainly die from the heat so, unless absolutely necessary, they would only move at night.

They moved a short distance and set up another camp in the dunes, undying beings began to make shelters for the sunrise. They pulled out a piece of black cloth or mat from their bodies, preferably thick ones that were opaque, laid it on the ground and pressed the corners, then sprinkled thin sand on it.

They would then dig a hole on one side and crawled under the cloth while observing the outside from the hole they dug.

This was a very suitable sun-avoidance method for the undead since they did not fear heat or scalding. Even if the sand was hot to seventy or eighty degrees, it wouldn’t affect them. They didn’t need to worry about ventilation either.