Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Everyone collectively shook their heads.

“Do you have an invitation?” The female elf thought for a moment and asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

“A token? A letter of introduction?” The female elf questioned.

They shook their heads.

“Well, there must be someone you know? Name an elf you know. Otherwise, I’ll be in a difficult position. If you rush in without anything, I would have to fight you!” She said angrily.

Negris eyes brightened, he quickly replied, “Yes, we know Gallardia and Kael’danil.”

Hearing these two names, the female elf became furious, “Damn it! Dare to call our beloved queen by name?! Die!”

The female elf raised her curved blade, ready to attack, fiercely cursing, “You can still turn back now! Otherwise, I’ll strike! My swordsmanship is very powerful.”

Everyone exchanged glances. It was clear that the female elf was not out to harm them, at most to scare them away.

Suddenly, Ange remembered something and turned over his hand to pull out a badge.

“Oh! Is this…?” The female elf had her face change upon seeing it. She quickly backed off, put away her curved blade, kneeled on one knee and said respectfully, “I am very sorry for my earlier offense, esteemed guest. I am Jelica, a Night Blade Elf and Guardian of the Border. Welcome.”

“Huh? Is that an esteemed guest badge?”

“Does the esteemed guest badge look like this? Have you seen it?”

“I’ve never seen it. How could I have? There are so few who can become our esteemed guests. Might not see one in a lifetime.”

Upon hearing this, the Night Blade Elves around them broke into murmurs and whispers.

After receiving those rewards from the elves, Silver Coin kept some business permits and tax exemptions. Non-commercial items like the esteemed friend badges were all given to Ange.

Anthony looked at Jelica suspiciously and asked in a puzzled tone, “So you’re sure this badge is genuine? Don’t you need to verify it? And…”

Ange’s straw hat had broken, so he was now clad entirely in his Soul Armor, surrounded by an eerie black mist, and had an Undead Horse accompany him.

Instead of being frightened by this, the Night Blade Elves put away their weapons upon seeing the badge. Would they not need to verify its authenticity? Were they not afraid of the Undead?

“Hehe, do you think the esteemed guest badge needs any verification? When the guest presents it, the God of Life tells us through whispers of the forest that it is authentic. An esteemed guest is one approved by the God of Life, not anyone who holds a badge can be called an esteemed guest of the elves.” Jelica said, her respect seemingly only intended for Ange.

Turns out, this badge probably just triggers the whispers of the forest, like sending a message to ask the World Tree: are these people guests, or not? If not, then throw them out.

World Tree replies: Yes, they are.

The World Tree not only told them these were guests, but also informed them of who these guests were. Jelica bowed and addressed Ange: “You must be Lord Ange. Welcome to Elf Forest. I am Jelica, a Night Blade Elf, protector of the border. Do you have any instructions?”

Ange tilted his head.

Negris, familiar with the situation, replied, “We are chasing an enemy. He killed an ice bear on the snow mountain and then ran into the forest. We want to find him.”

Jelica instinctively said, “Impossible. No one can break into Elf Forest under the guard of the Night Blade Elves. Every tree, vine, flower, and grass here is a sentinel of elves. No one can sneak in.”

Everyone involuntarily turned their gaze to Ange and Little Angel. They were the ones who said the divine body had run into the forest.

Just then, a ‘yowl’ from deep within the forest sounded.

Jelica’s expression changed: “It’s the Night Blade Leopard. One of ours has been injured.” Immediately, she turned to where the sound was coming from and dashed away.

The Night Blade Elves had a strange way of moving. They shot forward, blended into the forest when they hit the ground, and then started blinking in and out, disappearing into the distance. You could barely catch a clear sight of them.

It wasn’t just her, elves emerged everywhere on the ground and from the trees, like ghostly specters, twinkling in the distance.

Anthony frowned and turned to Negris, “God of Knowledge, can your Soul Perception sense them?”

The Undead’s Soul Perception is the best counter against stealth.

Negris shook his head: “I can when they move, but once they stop, they become part of the forest’s background. I can’t sense them. You nearly stepped on one of them just now and I didn’t even notice.”

“How did the Lord discover her?” Anthony asked Ange.

Ange tilted his head slightly, puzzled and replied, “I saw.”

Well, after Ange said that, everyone understood. Ange saw. The others couldn’t see because their abilities were not enough.

While talking, everyone followed the elves in the chase.

Soon enough, sounds of intense combat came from the front. Upon getting closer, they saw a sturdy bald human locked in combat with Jelica.

Jelica was waging a fierce attack with both her curved blades, slashing them on the bald human’s body.

But the bald man’s body was as firm as steel. The blades swung at him only sparked. After dozens of slashes, the blade of the curved sword had actually curled.