Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Everyone gathered around swiftly, crouching on the ground to observe the heap of ashes. In the ashes, a tree sprout had already grown about as tall as a finger. Once Ange and the others crouched down, the tree sprout seemed eager to grow, doing so at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ange removed the flower pot from his head, and the little sapling inside was excitedly waving its true leaves, sending fervent messages to the tree sprout on the ground: Grow strongly

Because when Ange took it down, his palm blocked the edge of the flower pot, it even placed one true leaf on the edge, propping itself up a bit, and was eagerly waving another true leaf.

Ange’s boundary-crossing hand activated, stuffing the flower pot into the Resting Camp.

The scenery in front of the little sapling changed, causing it to be dumbfounded for a moment. It swayed its top leaf, sending fervent messages to a stone not far away: Grow strongly . Grow strongly. Not growing…

Free from the interference of the little sapling, the tree sprout in the ashes returned to its normal growth speed, which was still beyond the speed a normal tree should have.

From the burning of the bugs to Ange and the others chasing after the remaining beetles, it took less than twenty minutes for a tree to sprout and grow seedlings. This speed was already not much slower than Ange’s Instant Death Halo. What were these ashes? How could they be so powerful?

The Little Zombie curiously stretched out his index finger to poke it, got a little bit on his fingertip, and then extended his little tongue, trying to lick it.

“No…” Negris wanted to stop it, but as soon as he spoke, the Little Angel had already punched the Little Zombie in the eye socket, knocking him over and making him sit on the ground.

“Ouch!” The Little Angel scolded it.

“Ouch!” The Little Zombie protested.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” As they argued, a fight broke out.

Ange immediately protected the ashes and collected them all. Not only that, he also collected the other ten or so piles of ash, eventually piling them into a cubic meter of soil and stashing it away in the Resting Camp.

“Could this be the ‘Yin’ those two guys mentioned?” Negris guessed.

Rogge also came over and used his Shadow Blade to pry open the coverings on two limbs, revealing a shriveled wraith shell, only their bodies were much more disgusting than normal wraiths. It’s better not to describe them further, in case it spoils your appetite.

“I think their smell is familiar. They probably come from Dark City,” Rogge said.

“Ah? Dark City? Your subordinates?” Negris was surprised.

Rogge shook his head: “The area of Dark City is huge, with underground caves running all over. We only occupy a very small area. Even the Church of Light hasn’t explored one ten-thousandth of the underground caves, otherwise they would have wiped us out a long time ago. The scent I’m talking about is this.”

Rogge patted the clothes on the wraith’s body, knocking up a cloud of red dust.

“Aren’t they not wiping you out because they’re cultivating competition?” While exposing the truth, Negris leaned closer to take a look, asking, “Is this red soil? Is Dark City mostly this kind of red soil?”

“Yes, most of it is, except for a small area to the east.”

“So, areas with red soil are also very common, which is equivalent to no clues.” Without a valuable clue from their discussion, they turned around to find Ange had already burst a flame of the soul, searching for memories.

“This method is more convenient.” As a Bronze Dragon, he was not accustomed to devouring souls for information, preferring to infer and predict.

But searching souls is a matter of luck, each soul fire is fragile and will shatter if not handled carefully. If the shattered piece happens to contain the most important information, then it can’t be patched back together.

So, usually, one would search the memories of several souls to cross-verify each other, or else they would interrogate before searching.

As it happened, Ange possessed two souls.

Additionally wring the Soul Fire out from the half severed limb on the ground, the soul of the Witch let out a miserable wail, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I don’t want to die, I was forced, I was forced, I beg you, don’t kill me….”

“Oh? You were forced? How so? Tell us in detail, if you truly were forced, we may consider sparing your soul,” said Negris, “But don’t dare to deceive us, we have already searched the soul of your fellow companion.”

“No, no, no, I’ll tell you everything, absolutely no lies or concealment, we were forced, the Chaos Temple caught us and made us worship the supreme Hemel, and made us unleash the Pestilence. They let the pests cling to us, if we do not follow their orders, the pests will gnaw us into skeletons, we were all forced. Forced.”

“You did not seem to have been forced with the attitude you had earlier,” Ange murmured to himself while looking at Ange. Ange nodded his head in confirmation of the Witch’s claim.

“The Chaos Temple wanted us to split into several groups, and unleash the Pestilence simultaneously from different locations.”

“Simultaneously?” Negris caught onto a key word.

“Yes, simultaneously, to create as much chaos as possible, leaving humans unprepared, allowing the defenses to be broken, letting countless pests sweep across the human world,” said the soul of the Witch.

“Wait a minute, sweep across the human world? Not going to the Elf Forest?” Negris was surprised.

If these pests are variants of locusts that can chew plants, then the elves’ territories would be their primary target, the dense forest could let them grow rapidly, but why do they only mention the human world and humans? Are they not taking the elves seriously?

“Ah, yes, do not go to the Elf Forest, only attack human villages and cities. The supreme Hemel said to break the alliance between the humans and elves, and to choose one party to bring down,” the Witch explained.

“This is actually a reasonable strategy, but as long as the elves are not stupid, they will definitely aid the humans. This will cause a large number of top elves to enter the human world, leaving the defense of the Elf Forest empty and then being invaded by pests. Are they thinking of doing this?” speculated Negris.

“Ah? Ah, ah! Your speculation is so reasonable, the supreme Hemel only commanded us to attack the human world and create as much chaos as possible, but did not specify to what extent it would be considered the completion of the mission, and also sent out ten pairs of bug fighters. Only six of us have specific tasks, the other four do not, it’s very likely, as you speculated, we are just tools to divert attention.”

The Witch’s voice changed three times, he was directly shocked by Negris’s speculation. Negris was just speculating, but he was experiencing it firsthand. Therefore, as soon as he finished, he was 70% certain that this speculation was true.

“In other words, in addition to you, there are nine others, like you, witches infested with bugs, running around everywhere?” Negris asked.

“Not all are witches, five pairs are humans, one pair are elves.”

“Then do you know where we are?”

“I don’t know.”

“This is Fallen Dragon Lake, and within a thousand kilometers, it’s all desert. No matter how many pests you breed here, how do you fly out of the desert?”

“Ah?!” The Witch was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and cursed: “These damn tricksters!” Clearly, he realized he had been tricked by Domit and the others.

Compared with the memory Ange searched for, as the Witch did not lie, Negris spared his life as promised. Just as they were preparing to discuss what to do next, Lisa teleported to the dragon cave and rushed over in a hurry, “Sir, Giant Dragon Hunter, Elf Queen Galadriel requests an audience.”

“Search for me?” Negris was surprised.

“No, she wants to see you, sir. She wishes for your assistance,” said Lisa.

“Assistance? The pestilence cannot have already erupted there, can it?” asked Negris.