Chapter 210 One Hundred Years After Received

Stepping on the dry and cracked ground, Ange grasped the attributes of this land in an instant with his experience, which is barren, arid, and full of sand and gravel.

Turning the head and looking in the direction of the light, there is the entrance of the cave not far away. The light shines obliquely through the entrance of the cave. From the angle and size of the entrance of the cave, it can be inferred that the daily sunlight time will not be sufficient.

The water vapor nearby is thin and the air is turbid, which means that the air is not circulating. Such land is generally rarely cultivated into farmland, and the crop yield will not be high.

But An Ge didn't care anymore, he hadn't grown anything for a long time, and the soul of planting couldn't hold back anymore.

Oh, in the holy kingdom of heaven, he took care of those elf beans. In the farm of the Dormition Palace, all kinds of crops are also thriving, and the cultivated area is much larger than that of his more than a thousand years in the Dormition Palace.

However, having cultivated the paddy fields by the edge of Zhuolong Lake and the island in the middle of the lake, An Ge no longer looked down on such a small scene. He was allowed to plant these two areas, and they finished it without even warming up.

"Ouch!" Ange turned around and called out to the little angel.

The little angel quickly ran over holding the earth hammer, and smashed it with a bang.

With the Holy Hammer of Earth, he even became unfamiliar with the soil loosening technique.

"Ow!" Anger turned around and yelled at the little zombie.

The little zombie raised his hands, condensed out a hoe, and quickly dug a ditch. The ground was quickly dug out a ditch, and the soil in the ditch was precisely turned to both sides to form two ridges.

After unremitting training, the little zombie has grown into an excellent trench digging master. He can dig wherever he wants, and how deep he wants to dig.

"Ow!" Anger called to Negris.

Negris had no choice but to fly to Ange's side dejectedly, and was put on a back basket. There was a small turntable under the back basket, leading to a rope, which was pulled by Negris' short claws.

Every time it is pulled, the turntable rotates one circle, and then the seeds inside fall one by one. As long as they fly along the furrows, the seeds will fall to the ground at a certain interval.

"Eh? Master Naig, has the planting tool been upgraded?" Luthor ran over and watched curiously.

He had seen Ange and others sow seeds before. They either carried a cloth bag and poked a hole in the bottom, and dropped as much as they wanted, or Ange used magic to sow them one by one.

But now Ange also has tasks, and he can't spare his hands. After Negris planted the seeds, he followed behind, his hands like two showers, watering the ground thoroughly.

After pouring the water, Ange stepped on a footprint.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, and Serena was dumbfounded. She didn't even need a water source? Direct magic condensation? God, is he crazy?

Can it even accelerate growth? According to the blind sword master, it only takes three hours to mature and harvest?

Originally, Serena was dubious about the God of Immortality and the God of Knowledge, but now she believes that the other party is a 'God', the God of Planting!

Ange enthusiastically rolled out phosphate from the Dormition Palace, and used pollination to evenly sprinkle it between the soil ridges to improve the nutrition of the land.

I poured water twice in the middle, and after the flowers grow, the pollination will start.

Three hours later, Serena saw a piece of ripe grain drooping heavily.

Serena walked to the edge of the field in a daze, staring blankly at the harvested crops, with an extremely complicated expression on her face: "If we can grow food so quickly, so many people won't starve to death, and my brother will also die of hunger." I don’t have to look for food everywhere and disappear, and I don’t know whether I’m alive or dead, my parents..."

Serena couldn't go on, and sobbed choked up.

A strong hand pressed onto her shoulder and squeezed it hard, as if it was transmitting strength to her.

Serena couldn't bear it anymore, she burst into tears, grabbed the hand and threw it over her shoulder.

Luther was unprepared, and was thrown flying all of a sudden, and he lay on his back on the ground spinning.

Serena cried a few times, and soon calmed down, walked to Luther who was still on the ground and pulled him up: "Thank you, I feel much better after beating you up."

"I, you, this... what realm are you? So fast? So strong?" Luther had already broken through to a high-ranking sword master. There is no power response, no grudge and magic power at all.

"I don't know, anyway, after I sold my soul to the big cat, my strength became very strong." Serena made a posture of bending her elbows, showing her biceps, which turned out to be quite strong.

Negris interjected: "The magician is similar to the holy priest possessed by the Holy Spirit, but the dimensional beast is born with great strength and speed, and these characteristics are reflected in her."

Luther looked at Serena's arm, drooling, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it, and praised: "That means you haven't practiced fighting qi? The bones are exquisite, and the fascia is stretched. If you haven't practiced, you have this kind of quality. Strict training since childhood, eating more beets, meat, egg and milk, wouldn't it take off?"

Serena clenched her fists, and said to the guy who was about to exhale heat into her arms, "If you get this close again, I'll let you take off."

Whoosh, a figure with an upside-down sickle flew past them, and the crops on the ground fell down neatly.

After the crops are harvested and threshed, the remaining stalks are wiped off the water, burned into ashes, sprinkled back into the farmland, and repeat the steps three hours ago.

Serena's mood has calmed down, and seeing this, she couldn't help but said: "Do you want to plant it? If you want to plant it, then I will go back first. When the big cat pulled me over, I was still taking a bath, sticky of."

Negris said: "Wait a minute, leave after sowing, there is no light at the hole, and you can't plant it if you want to."

After waiting for a while, Ange finished sowing the seeds, watered them thoroughly, and led the team out of the cave.

When I got out of the cave, I found that the entrance of the cave was on the mountainside, and there were endless mountains on both sides, like a wall. Below the mountains was an endless plain, desolate and dead, and there seemed to be a dark layer on the ground. Ashes spread all the way to the end of the earth.

"Is that... Xiran?" Negris looked at the plain below, and suddenly couldn't help saying.

Serena turned her head and said, "Silent soil? No, it's dead ash, the ashes of death. If there are more undead creatures in a certain place, such dead ash will grow on the ground."

"Isn't it just the soil, so many? How many undead creatures are there?" Negris said.

Serena shook her head: "Then I don't know. Anyway, when it comes to Eternal Night, half of the Sunken Land is full of undead creatures, densely packed like a market. By the way, we live in the area at the foot of the mountain without dead ashes." place."

Following Serena's pointing, Negris saw the gap between the Land of the Dead and the mountains. Looking down from the mountain, it seemed to be very narrow, but in fact it was a very wide piece of land. There was indeed a land without city walls. town.

"What? You live there? Aren't you afraid of undead creatures? It's undisguised, and a wave of skeleton zombies can flatten you." Negris was surprised.

Serena asked in surprise: "Why are we afraid of undead creatures? They don't collect taxes, and occasionally give us food, saying that they are afraid that we will starve and lose weight. They only need us to hand over our bodies to them after we die. You can live peacefully in this land, so there is nothing to be afraid of, but the moths in the church are terrible, and the refugees who escaped from the other side of the mountain said that the church has already taxed them for a hundred years."

PS: I'm a little sleepy, I can't write anymore, I'm going to bed first

Thank you Qin Huanshui, hahahaha hiccup, reading a novel with melon seeds in my mouth, and what a reward.