Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The Doupeng man was also dumbfounded, instinctively answering: “Yes, I’ve practiced, and even practiced the Church version and Adventurer’s version.”

Negris was speechless. This reeked of a readiness to surrender at any moment.

Lightning leaned in, “Recite the Church version, I don’t believe your words can hoodwink those stubborn minds of the Church of Light.”

The Doupeng man hesitated, seeing that Negris did not stop Lightning’s request, he stood up, quickly dropped to his knees and shouted, “May the Holy Light bless, I buy three redemption tickets!” all while holding up a magic crystal card high in his hands.

Negris, intrigued, picked it up and looked: “This is an anonymous magic crystal card from the Magician’s Guild, worth ten thousand magic crystals.”

“Yes, yes, yes, the most reputable Magician’s Guild. Same reputation as the Goblin Trade Guild, this is my respect for you, sir,” said the Doupeng man respectfully.

“But that’s not right. The church’s redemption ticket costs two thousand magic crystals each, you’ve got enough here to buy five tickets,” said Negris.

The Doupeng man couldn’t help but complain, “What you’re referring to is within the jurisdiction of the Church. In this remote borderland, the price has long gone up to four thousand each, three for ten thousand.”

“Tsk tsk, four thousand magic crystals, enough to redeem your heretical sins? How did the Church of Light become so gullible?” Negris was amazed.

“Well, it’s not like that, if that doesn’t work, I can also perform a drama where a heretic denounces his faith and turns to the Light. For example, cursing: Hermorthos is? beep .”

Negris had to admit, the Church of Light really fell for this: heretics turning to the light, renouncing evil gods, offering family wealth to atone for sins.

A title that could make it into grand epic tales.

“If the Church of Light is so easy to fool, then what kind of enemy are you most afraid of?” asked Negris, curious.

“Obviously the sons and daughters of nobles. Just now, there was a crazy female mage. I spent so long trying to persuade her. She still insisted that she wanted to exterminate me. I closed the stone gate, she teleported in by herself, and it scared me to death! Without any coordinates, she could teleport accurately, that kind of skill is utterly terrifying, is there anywhere in the world that can stop her?”

“Also, she bumped into the insect nest, killing all the queen insects and larvae. I thought I was dead for sure, but she was scared by the insect corpses, and she ran away.”

Negris imagined that scene and suddenly understood why the female mage screamed and ran away, leaving behind even her clothes. Regardless of whether they were live insects or insect corpses, anyone who was scared of bugs would surely be terrified.

“Secondly, the undead. While they don’t care for life, they do aim for the soul,” the Doupeng man added.

A smile crossed Negris’s face. What a coincidence, a majority of his men were undead. Just as he was about to say something, Ange suddenly pointed at the ground a short distance away and barked.

Little Zombie pounced, hoe flailing in the air, chipping away at the ground with a clanging noise.

Upon witnessing this, the Doupeng man immediately stood up. In no time, a plump bug was dug up, stuck in a crevice as it was too big.

Seeing the bug, Negris realized: “You’ve been chatting with us this long, but you’re just stalling for time? What is this? Your life-box worm for soul transference? Why’s it stuck?”

The Doupeng man, who had been otherwise calm, now screamed in despair: “Damn Life Acceleration! My worm grew too fast due to the acceleration, now it’s stuck in the crevices!”

Screaming, he ran over in desperation. He had only just started running when a Shadow Blade sliced out from the darkness, cutting into his skull.

Rogge perfectly demonstrated what a real Black Warrior was. Everyone else would overlook him, but when he was needed, he was always there.

“I was actually convinced by you, and was ready to spare you. If only you offered your soul, but to think, you were deceiving us,” Negris sighed.

On the headless corpse, the Doupeng man sent out an urgent thought: “Offering, offering, I’m willing to offer my soul. Please spare me!”

No sooner had he finished speaking, Ange’s large-headed scythe struck down, hooking out his soul.

With skilled soul searching, Ange cocked his head and said, “They are planning to gnaw at the World Tree.”

Whether it was the pair from John’s village or the one they had just encountered on their arrival, Ange hadn’t found any useful information from their souls until this Doupeng man, finally yielding some key information.

“You’re saying, these Doupeng men are planning to cause chaos everywhere, and their ultimate target is the World Tree?” Negris asked.

“Yes,” Ange nodded.

“So, the Elves, with their mass gifting, lost a large amount of diseased branches, which allowed these pest controllers to discover that gnawing at the World Tree could greatly increase the lifespan of their bugs and even improve their teeth. They want to breed new bugs with a long lifespan, capable of gnawing through anything?”

Ange nodded: “They have infiltrated, human territories, intending to enter the Elf Forest.”

Negris shook his head helplessly: “Ah, Elves, you’ve got big trouble this time.”

These bugs aren’t individually very strong. If it was Ange and Little Zombie, standing there with their hardy exoskeletons, the bugs wouldn’t be able to chew through. However, if a single one of them made it into the Elf Forest, it’d spell huge trouble for the Elves.

“Let Lisa warn the Elves, and Anthony warn the humans. Everyone must be alert to this. If it break out in one place, controlling it elsewhere will be no use,” Negris said.