Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

If worse comes to worst, he could wait for Big Cat to recover and then return via the space passage.

Unexpectedly, he ran headlong into a three-meter-tall giant golden skeleton. The other party possessed a Soul Heart that was several times stronger than an ordinary golden skeleton, matched with a robust body, its combat power was probably quite formidable.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite bright, as it snarled at Ange after opening its jaws and shaking its claws. Ange thought it was speaking in Aoao language and naturally, he snarled back.

As it turned out, it was just howling, trying to frighten (or act cute), there was no meaning to convey.

The misunderstanding went back and forth a few times between them, and Ange gave up, pushed it aside and headed east.

The Undead Tide has now surged into the western side of the Central Mountain Range, resulting in fewer undead creatures on the east side. Ange planned to spend some time in Bridgehead Village.

Surprisingly, the doltish skeleton followed him. With a dull voice, it started talking: “Hello, my name is Big Bone. What’s your name…”

“Haven’t seen you before, have you just awakened?”

“Where are you going? Harvey told us to go west…”

“Well, fine, don’t go. After all, Harvey is not our king…”

“Why is your left hand bone purple like Harvey’s? Are you one of Harvey’s people?”

“…”

Ange didn’t really care, but Negris projected on him couldn’t take it and said, “Stop following me!”

“Who are you? Why are you on him?” asked Big Bone.

“Eh? You can detect me?” Negris was astonished. It had projected itself on Ange many times, but this giant golden skeleton was the first to notice it.

Big Bone nodded, “Harvey has one too, but it doesn’t speak.”

“You mean, there’s a consciousness like me on Harvey? Is Harvey that purple-gold skeleton?” Negris questioned.

“Yes.”

“Then why are you following us?” Negris asked.

“You scared me,” said Big Bone.

“When did we intimidate you!?” Negris involuntarily complained. What in the world, when did Ange ever intimidate it?

“Aoao,” Big Bone mimicked with open jaws and waving claws.

“Weren’t we just scaring you back because you were scaring us?” Negris was getting frustrated. This skeleton was simply trying to frame them.

“I was scaring you,” Big Bone said happily.

“Yes, you scared us, we only intimidated you in response,” Negris asserted.

“You scared me,” Big Bone repeated.

Negris realized he was being led around in circles by this silly skeleton. It scared them, they intimidated it back; it then followed them because they intimidated it. Why was he being dragged into this loop? … Who was the real fool, exactly?

Nevermind, let it follow. Negris was left speechless.

Ange turned around and continued walking in front, Big Bone hurriedly followed: “Hello, my name is Big Bone. What’s your name…”

To prevent this doltish skeleton from repeating the same question over and over again, Negris reluctantly replied: “My name is Negris, and this is Ange.”

“Oh, nice to meet you, my name is Big Bone.” Big Bone responded.

“We know, we know. You’ve said it several times. Big Bone, why are you following us?” Negris asked, even though it was him who kept repeating the same question.

However, Big Bone did not give the same answer but said joyfully, “You’re not scared of collisions.”

“??” What kind of odd reply is this? Not afraid of collisions, so it follows? Why doesn’t it go follow that purple-gold skeleton?

Naturally, it was fated that normal people wouldn’t understand. Big Bone was a fragile skeleton with a wounded heart.

But with it following like this, it was inconvenient for Ange to return to Bridgehead Village. So he decided to climb the mountain and return to the cave located halfway up the peak which they had visited before.

As soon as he approached the cave, Ange heard an unusual noise.

“Rats?” Could it be rats digging at his seeds again?

As he approached quickly, Ange gathered his power, ready to unleash a Soul Storm at them. However, when he charged into the cave, he saw a group of elderly, weak, women, and children instead.

The elderly, women, children, all very weak, were resting by the edge of the cave, leaving the central area where the crops were planted untouched. The light in the cave was inadequate, and the planted crops had barely sprouted.

The crowd all screamed in fright at the sight of a golden skeleton charging in aggressively, crying out and scrambling to retreat deep into the cave.

An undead drifted over and blocked Ange’s path, snapping at him, “Don’t hurt the humans, get out!”

Ange tilted his head. He recognized this undead; wasn’t this Feirick? How did he come back? And with so many elderly and weak humans?

However, the other party didn’t seem to recognize Ange, which was normal, as Ange had taken off his hat.

As a higher-order undead, facing a golden skeleton, Feirick still had a bit of a psychological advantage, hoping his stern admonishment would make the other party obediently retreat, otherwise, it will be trouble.

A golden skeleton going crazy would be unstoppable by a counting undead like him, and all the humans here would die.

Right after Feirick finished speaking, a dull voice came from outside the cave: “Don’t climb so fast, wait for me.” Then a three-meter-tall giant golden skeleton, scraping the cave ceiling, crawled in.