Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

With a thought, bang! An Ge bumped into something, and his mind was blown away.

Looking back, I saw that I was blocked outside the core area of ​​the Resting Palace, and inside was the king's sleeping place.

Obviously, there was some enchantment that blocked Ange's thoughts from entering this area, but Ange didn't feel anything, neither surprised nor lost, turned around and drifted towards the tallest tower in the east.

The Palace of Rest is very large. There are five major building groups. The center is naturally the core area of ​​the Palace of Rest. The remaining four buildings are arranged in four corners and arranged symmetrically. The tower in the east is the tallest.

An Ge's thoughts swished into here, and did not touch the enchantment.

It looks like a tall tower from the outside, but it looks more like a chimney when you come in. The internal structure has no levels and intervals at all, it is a cylindrical space that goes straight up and goes straight to the top of the tower.

It was empty inside, with nothing in it, only a small podium with a book on the ground in the middle.

Yes, there is a book on a small podium, and this is the only thing in the entire tower.

Ange's thoughts drifted over, touched the book, and suddenly found that it was a book made of brass, hard and heavy.

With Ange's touch, the brass book flipped open, and a huge phantom rose into the sky, instantly filling the inner space of the entire tower. It was the phantom of this book.

Anger understands why the tower is built so high. If it is not so high, it will definitely not be able to accommodate the phantom of this book.

The phantom of the book is turned upright, showing the inner pages. There were no words on the inner pages, but after the pages were opened, large golden characters gradually appeared on the pages.

An Ge tilted his head, stared blankly, and did not move for a long time.

On the pages of the book, a phantom of a giant brass dragon appeared, and he said in confusion, "Why is it a small skeleton? Cough cough, um, do you not know how to read?"

Angus nodded.

"You can't read, what are you doing in the library? You're messing around." The brass dragon complained: "Forget it, although I can dictate, but that's too tasteless, and it's cheap for you."

A message was poured into Ange's soul and printed directly on it.

"Eh? Your soul is quite solid, why did you only reach the ashes level?" the brass dragon murmured puzzled.

Anger was at a loss. He didn't understand what it meant, but he could understand the words on the page. The message printed in his soul by the brass dragon turned out to be the knowledge of words.

The text on the page reads: The Book of Brass, Knows Everything, Asks One Question at a Time.

Can I ask a question? omniscient? An Ge tilted his head and asked with his soul, "Who are you?"

"Hahahaha, someone finally asked this question, finally someone asked this question, my God, my God, you are so smart, you can think of asking this question?" The brass dragon was so excited that he almost jumped from the page Come out average.

Anyone who is allowed to enter the library does not know the brass dragon, plus the rule here is that only one question is allowed, no one will waste a precious opportunity to ask who the brass dragon is, the brass dragon is the brass dragon Dragon, who else could it be?

"My boy, you've asked the right question. Listen carefully. I am the Book of Brass, the God of Knowledge, Negris the Omniscient!" Negris' voice was like a bell, rumbling in Angor's soul. rattle.

Ange looked at it with his head tilted, and Negris also looked up at Ange with his neck up. After staring at each other for a long while, Negris couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "Have you never heard my name? "

Angle nodded.

Negris dejectedly said, "I knew it, what can a little skeleton know? Don't you have any other questions to ask?"

Ange tilted his head, and his soul asked incomprehensibly: "A question."

"No, no, that just now is not a question, but a reward. People who know my god's name can ask me a question every day as long as they call my name." Negris said hastily.

It was originally an evil trap set by Negris. If someone asked who he was, he would tell the other party that it was a question after he answered, and then tell the other party that he could call on his god when the other party was in great grief. Name, come and ask him questions, one a day.

I managed to get into the library, but I can only ask one question, and I can ask one every day, which is of course a reward. Then you can see the other person's expression change from great sadness to great joy, with great ups and downs, in this extreme emotional change, to satisfy your own evil taste.

However, since it was sealed here, no one has stepped on this trap for thousands of years. After finally gaining an opportunity, who would not inquire about the origin of Negris before entering?

As for its god name, no one pays attention to it. No matter how powerful the god is, isn't it sealed here? Can it be stronger than the undead king?

Thousands of years have passed, and I finally ran into a guy who stepped into a trap, but it was a guy like Ang who didn't play cards according to common sense. After asking who it was, he really didn't intend to ask any more. Gris suffocated.

"Ask, ask one more time. I am the God of omniscient knowledge. There is nothing I don't know." Ange's indifferent attitude made Negris a little annoyed, and he couldn't help urging him to get ready. To answer Ang's question, let him feel the power of the God of Knowledge.

"Oh." Ange thought for a while and asked, "Wang, where have you been?"

The phantom of the huge brass book snapped together, including the phantom of the brass dragon, then quickly shrunk, retracting to the brass physical book on the small podium, with a snap, the solid yellow The copper book was also covered.

The annoyed voice of the brass dragon Negris echoed in the space: "I don't know."

Negris himself wanted to know where the undead king had gone if he asked this question without asking so many questions. It's obviously a little skeleton with such a weird personality and tricky questions, it doesn't cooperate at all, stop playing, strike!

Looking at the restored space, Ange tilted his head, and withdrew his thoughts. The petty temper of the brass dragon did not affect him at all. Ange was just a small skeleton, and there were not so many questions to answer.

Turning his mind, he was about to float to another building, but Ange felt someone push him, because his body was pushed.

Ange's thoughts retreated to his body, and he immediately felt someone shaking his body desperately. When he turned his head, it turned out to be a little zombie.

Seeing that Ange responded, the little zombie screaming anxiously continued to yell, desperately pointing in one direction, Ange looked in the direction pointed by the little zombie, and saw a bast zombie moving from a distance. Come on, turn your eyes white, stretch your hands long, and grab Anger aggressively.

Does this count as an 'active attack'? A question arose in Ange's soul, he reached into his waist and drew out the sickle, and slashed out deftly.

Thank you for trusting freedom, Bai Shouhe, book friend 20200617194948266 for the reward