Undead Farm

Chapter 239 The Intractable Crocodile Lizard

The title is quite normal, but looking at the content, except for a few that are objective, most of them are random guesses.

For example, in the first article on accountability, from low-level soldiers being deducted from food and pay, to high-level and orc barbarian emperors having transactions with each other, using the lives of soldiers to give each other a [-]-[-] split to save each other, and then saying that the empire is in the next game. Big flag, deliberately showing weakness to see who dares to jump out.

There is also the one who beats the quasi-sage into the air, almost portraying him as a person who has traveled through different spaces. He has the supreme artifact in his hand and can destroy the legend with one move. In less than ten years, he will set off a bloody storm on the Holy Stone Continent!
It's not nonsense!
If he had the ability, would he stay in this place where no shit, farming and living in seclusion?

He has already gone to Tianwei City to open a harem!

"What's the matter with this Tianwei Weekly? Why is it so exaggerated, and what the hell is the accompanying picture? Why is that bronze with three heads and six hands, a hula hoop in his hand, a piece of red silk around his neck, and bare feet? Stepping on two big cooking cakes?"

Ye Sangeng shook the 400-jin pile of fat on his body, although Weng Ling could not help but smile, but no matter what, he didn't look like the skinny lump in the picture.

Weng Ling coughed: "Tianwei Weekly is a novelty produced by those idle space mages. They accept any interesting manuscripts, including but not limited to anecdotes from all over the world, major events in the empire, gossip from the powerful, and hot discussions in the neighborhood."

"And most of these things are made up by some depressed bards who are making up random stories. They even include fictional stories that are purely imaginary. Most of them are used to defraud some writing fees. The more exaggerated the more novel they are. The easier it is to be adopted, so the quality is difficult to guarantee.”

"However, it is worth mentioning that there are still many facts in these ten false and nine true reports that are well-founded, and the Heavenly Might Empire has a vast hell, and people's information is blocked. Naturally, these reports are happy to hear, and they are treated as rumors. It’s not okay to look at it, so I want to ask you to verify the process of the war!”

Bards can be described as a tragic profession. They boast that they are proficient in literature and art, but they basically don't know anything about fighting except for playing the zither and singing songs to make up some popular stories. It is the only one on the Holy Stone Continent.

Usually only those who are well-fed and lazy people who look down on farming and cannot afford guns and guns do this business. Most of them are impoverished people who rely on their oral skills to travel around the world, gaining knowledge while spreading the news. kind of rumors.

But they also have their own contributions, that is, they have passed down historical materials and anecdotes from generation to generation. Although they seem to add more ink, they also give people a general understanding of the world.

"I didn't expect it to be a bard raised by a space mage? Then the title and content are not surprising." Ye Sangen scratched his head.

"But why don't there be any such "Tianwei Weekly" in Luolanling, Tianshiling, or even Pingcheng?"

Weng Ling gave him a blank look: "Let me ask you, where is the space mage?"

"Uh...then I understand." Ye San smiled even more embarrassedly.

The space mages in the Mighty Tian Empire, except for those who are illegal and free like Yi Ze, are mostly supported by the empire in some large cities, at least in the main cities of fiefdoms above level 7.

They have only one task, and that is to watch over and maintain the operation of the space teleportation array, and they are not allowed to go out at all on weekdays, so the "Tianwei Weekly" they created in their idle time will only be spread in the city where they are located.

Naturally, there won't be any in a small place like Luo Lanling, unless you go and buy it yourself.

Looking at the radiant rune newspaper in his hand, a bold idea gradually emerged in the middle of the night, but before that, he still had to deal with the group of crocodile lizards behind him.

The piece of rubble that Zhu Lie hit when he landed not only killed all his skeleton swordsmen, but also killed all the crocodile lizards with rough skin and thick flesh.

Now all the wounds on their bodies are still thick, and if they don't treat it, they will probably die. As for this kind of species that Bede made himself, she is the only one who knows how to heal it best.

"Bede! Bede! Come out quickly, or the crocodile lizard will die if you don't come out!"

"What's the noise! ​​You woke me up when I finally got a good night's sleep, huh? You... puff, hahahaha!"

Bede looked at the fat body in the middle of the night, and suddenly turned from sullen for a second to laughing wildly. Later, he squatted on the ground holding his stomach and kept beating the ground, tears came out of laughter.

"Did you eat the pig's army rations? Why did you become a pig after not seeing him for more than a month?"

"Nonsense, how can I eat that thing!" Seeing that even Weng Ling, who had been suppressing a smile, turned his face away and his body was trembling violently in the middle of the night, he couldn't help saying angrily.

"Hurry up and take a look at your baby crocodile lizards. Why doesn't the holy light healing technique work on them?" Ye Sangen pointed to the more than 30 crocodile lizards behind him.

In fact, he also asked a few priests to help treat the group of crocodile lizards, but it didn't work at all, and it almost aroused their suspicion.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to give up the meritorious meeting held a few days later and hurried back.

The meritorious service is mainly to commend those who have performed outstandingly in the war, just for the sake of fame, how can it compare with his group of crocodile lizards that can produce gold.

After all, Bede's height can no longer withstand shrinking again. Alas, that's not right!

Ye Sangeng glanced at Beide suspiciously. It seemed that she had grown a centimeter or two taller. From this point of view, she might be able to recover her strength and eat again without raising it for a few years.

Seeing that Ye San Geng was serious, Bede got up and walked to the crocodile lizard group, scraped a little pus from the wounds on their bodies, and nodded after seeing, smelling, rubbing and almost licking.

"It may be due to the mixing of two biological genes, the finfish and the blackwater giant toad. I don't need to explain to you how the outside of Thunder City became a blackwater swamp, right?"

The Blackwater Swamp is the mutation left behind after the natural disasters of the undead corroded the earth. The creatures born in it are naturally contaminated with some "unclean" things. Although there is no undead aura, it is still possible that the holy light cannot cure it.

"Then if this thing is injured, it will have to wait for death?" Ye Sangen asked.

"That's not necessarily true. Let them roll in the Blackwater Swamp, or chew some ghost needles. Why, do you want to improve this shortcoming? Give me a month to do it..."

"No, no, no, no need to change it! I'm quite satisfied with this shortcoming!" Ye Sangeng said with a smile.

At this time, in Yi'an City, which was hundreds of miles away, Yang Yi'an looked at the ten dying crocodile lizards under the stage, and threw his favorite cup angrily.

"What kind of scam is this! You can't conceive after a long time, how can you heal an injury and get more and more wilted?!"

(End of this chapter)