Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Seeing Alan Blu and others approaching his field, An Ge was anxious for a while, but was persuaded by Anthony. He didn't feel relieved until he saw that the other party was not going to destroy the field, but to water it.

"These guys are quite caring, and they even watered them? Are they afraid that the seeds in the ground will die of drought?" Negris said in surprise.

Ange tilted his head, and his impression of Alan Bru was much better.

Fei Ti said disapprovingly: "Maybe it was forced. Before His Majesty was away, Locke was often asked to fertilize and water. He was so depressed that he wanted to beat people every time he came back."

Negris smiled gloatingly: "Hahaha, you deserve it, the master of picking dung."

Fei Ti said slowly: "Guess who it beats every time it comes back."

Negris' expression immediately collapsed: "Me?"

In the Palace of Dormition, Locke dared to beat him up, but he was able to withstand it. Who else could he be except this brass dragon?

"Hahaha!" It was the other people's turn to gloat and laugh.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh, it seems that Gust doesn't want to attack here, he just wants to besiege, so that this stronghold cannot develop, if he really thinks so, that would be great, we can give him a Eyedrops." Anthony hurriedly changed the subject to avoid embarrassing Negris.

Negris breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly changed the subject: "Is this meaningful? We can't develop here, so we just change places to develop. What's the use of siege?"

"No, no, it's very useful. For undead creatures, this is the lowest-cost method, because the time of undead creatures is worthless. Being trapped can kill humans, but the bones of skeletons are not rotten."

While talking, Anthony pointed down the mountain: "These skeleton zombies get into the ground, and they won't get up easily. They stay for hundreds of years. Who can spend it with them?"

Negris said disapprovingly: "What are you afraid of? At worst, we won't go down anymore, just shrink back in the mountains and open up camp."

"Hehe, the camp in the mountains can accommodate 1,000 people, can it accommodate 10,000 people? If it's 100,000 people? Why don't we cut down the forest? As long as the scale doesn't increase, this camp will never become a threat. And what they need to pay is to change to another place to sleep." Anthony said.

This is indeed a problem. If the development space of a place is limited, it will never become a threat. All the undead creatures need to pay is to sleep in another place.

"Then what should we do? Change places?" Negris asked.

Anthony shook his head: "Of course not. Not only will we not change places, but we will also be crucified here to let them know that we have not left and that besieging us is meaningful."

After finishing speaking, Anthony looked up at the sky. Above the clouds, apart from the two warlock ladders, there were also a few looming shadows, which were the dracolich Nosalo and his companions.

However, under the cover of the forest, Nosalo couldn't see Ang and the others, and he didn't have the leisure to look down, they were all stalking the warlock ladder.

This kind of entanglement in the air is actually very dangerous. At the beginning, Gadrigo was directly bombarded with his soul because he was too careless. In the end, Ange picked him up and is now struggling to pull plows everywhere.

After observing for a while, Anthony turned to Ange and said, "My lord, we have to find a way to tease them, but not irritate them, and make sure they have the motivation to stay here. If we can't hide, we can surround them for a few days." Those who are wise may withdraw."

Ange tilted his head in a daze, trying to tease without provoking him, it was so difficult.

"I mean, do you want the little angel to turn into an archangel and go out for a walk?" Anthony asked tentatively.

Ange shook his head and vetoed without thinking, let the little angel go out, and finally had to go and bring her back by himself?

Sure enough, the little angel who was eager to try suddenly froze.

Anthony spread his hands to the little angel helplessly.

The little angel couldn't go out, so Ange had to go. Ange spread six wings and flew out fluttering.

After Ange flew out, Negris leaned into Anthony's ear and said, "You death stick, you said you wanted to invite the little angel to fight. Is this the way of 'inviting'?"

Anthony spread his hands innocently.

The appearance of Ange caused a sensation, not only the undead creatures on the opposite side, but also the dracolich in the sky, the warlock ladder, and Gonia in the forest.

"Seraphim, Supreme Holy Spirit, all these ghosts have come to sit in town. It seems that this stronghold is very important to them. Hurry up and send some people over to block the other side of the mountain." Gust muttered.

He muttered, but Gust didn't move, neither did the clouds of smoke under his command, neither did Alanbru and his black cavalry, and even the dracolich in the air didn't adjust their targets.

The Supreme Holy Spirit, with a great reputation, even though they have never really fought against each other—Alan Bruu actually fought against each other, but he forgot—just from the tyrannical breath and surging holy power, they can feel that this goal is not something they can achieve. Take whatever you want, don't rush up and be unable to come back when the time comes.

Angfei stood there for a while, and found that no one was moving, and he was a little dazed. Anthony didn't say what to do in this situation.

After staying for a while, Ange was bored, and it was not easy to reach into the space to plant things, because Negris had told him not to expose this ability casually.

After thinking for a while, Ange flew to the cliff, punched a hole, put a seed in the gravel in the hole, and then watered it.

On the almost vertical cliff, An Ge just punched one hole, one hole one seed, knocked out rows of planting holes in full view, and everyone was stunned by his actions.

"He... what is he doing? Knocking holes in the cliff? He is the Supreme Holy Spirit, not a gopher." Alan Blu, who was too far away and couldn't see clearly, said doubtfully.

Gust was also surprised: "He can still cast spells? There are fluctuations in the water element, and he is watering those pits?"

Not only are they dumbfounded, but the Warlock Alliance members on the ladder are also dumbfounded. They have equipment and are condescending, so they can see more clearly: "To... the Supreme Holy Spirit, are you planting something?"

It wasn't until Ange knocked out neat rows of pits on the entire cliff that the others confirmed an unbelievable fact that this seraph was really planting something.

It took a whole day like this, and in the evening, Ange reluctantly retreated into the forest. Originally, he wanted to continue playing, but he had planted all the cliffs in front of him, so he had to change places if he wanted to play. .

When he retreated, Gust and Alan Bruel leaned over, swept away their souls, and immediately confirmed: "Is it really planting something, a mountain climbing dragon, a kind of berry? He's crazy, the Supreme Holy Spirit, don't plant some holy Light crops, to grow this common berry?"

Alan Bulu said: "Maybe the fruit was picked near here, look at the foot of the mountain."

Looking along the guide, sure enough, there are whole slices of berries at the foot of the mountain.

For the next two days, the Supreme Holy Spirit did not appear, which made Gust very anxious. On the third morning, he couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Alan Blu: "Go, water the mountain-climbing dragon on the cliff. Get some water, or they will all die of drought.”

"Ah? Why? We didn't plant it, so he didn't care about planting the seeds, and he still wants me to water them?" Alan Blu yelled unconvinced.

"Then you just watch them die? I'll tell His Majesty when he comes back." Gust threatened.

"I...why don't you go water it." Alan Blu suddenly lost his momentum, but he still said unconvinced.

"Because I'm old, old, old." Gust slapped Alan Blu's head loudly.

"Old and immortal." Alan Blu muttered angrily, and reluctantly took the black cavalry to water him.

I don't blame him for being angry, not only the berries on the cliff, but also the crops in the farmland on the ground, they are also watering, and they are almost full-time farmers.

As for why Ange didn't come out to water? Because they have already slipped away.

Thank you for the crazy car, the baby who went up the mountain, for the reward.