Chapter 231 Rewarding the Scepter of Heaven

Ange wants to farm! Even if Harvey comes, he can't stop him from farming, no one will help!

Ange first flew into the air to watch for a while, and after landing on the ground, he held the sickle upside down, with the tip of the sickle facing down, scraping the ground and flying all the way, easily scraping horizontal and vertical auxiliary lines on the ground .

Along these auxiliary lines, the little zombie hoe flew and quickly dug a straight ditch. The dug soil was piled to one side and piled up into ridges. Soon, the cultivated land with complete ditches and ridges slowly took shape.

The little angel was carrying the hammer of the earth, running around in the field, when he saw a big stone, he went over and hammered it.

The brass dragon flew back and forth carrying the seeding frame, and every time its little claws moved, corresponding seeds would fall into the furrows and ridges.

Cover with soil, sprinkle with water, stamp on footprints, and look up at the sky.

The sky is the darkness of eternal night.

Mistake, come again.

Collect gravel, fill in the drainage ditch, move the luminous moss over, and cultivate.

While cultivating luminous moss, seedlings are first raised indoors to artificially increase the soil temperature, providing suitable light to allow the seeds to germinate, and then transplanted outdoors.

For this kind of operation, the amount of work will become extremely large, and Ange alone cannot handle it.

Anger ran around the relay tower, pulling while running, like dancing, and all the skeleton zombies sleeping underground were pulled up by him.

Sparsely, more than 300 skeletons walked into the field under Ange's control, and soon, chaos broke out.

"That's not okay, Ange, these skeletons have no souls, they were simply summoned by your king's arrival, it's easy for you to let them charge forward and hack, but it's too embarrassing for them to lean over to transplant crops You can use your mind to control three or five micro-manipulators, but there will definitely be chaos if there are so many."

Anger tried to control five skeletons according to Negris' words, and it was indeed much more orderly than a bunch of skeletons crowded into the ground.

But with this kind of manipulation, as long as Angus stops, the skeletons will also stop.

Finding a strong skeleton, Angor condensed the fire of the soul and injected it into its head, and a skeleton with an independent soul was born.

Recalling what the lord did to him back then, Ange also did it to this skeleton, instilling all its planting skills.

However, Ange still thinks things too simply. A skeleton instilled with planting skills will still spin around in the field.

"How could this be?" Ange dragged Negris over in confusion.

"It may be that the skeleton's soul is not strong enough to handle such complicated knowledge. Just like a fool, if you teach him all the magic knowledge in the world, he will not be able to learn a single magic." Negris speculated.

"We can." Anger was talking about the skeletons on the farm, including him, all of them were low-level skeletons.

Why was he good at the job on the farm and these skeletons weren't? Could it be that the knowledge he instilled was wrong?

Negris looked him up and down, and said bitterly: "Although I don't want to admit it, but no matter from which point of view, your intelligence is not low. I really wonder if you are sometimes pretending to be stupid. Maybe you guys on the farm The skeleton is specially selected, or it is not made by ordinary methods, such as this..."

While talking, Negris took out a few balls, which were shaken off from the Dimensional Beast. It is estimated that it picked up the undead. These balls looked like the kind that contained the terrifying spirit.

"I studied for a while and found that these balls can conceive souls. If you put it in a place where the breath of death is particularly strong, souls can be conceived. There is already a soul in this ball. It is estimated that in three or four years In a few months, the fire of the soul can be conceived and formed."

"It's so slow." Ange said, reached out to take it, and stuffed it into the Palace of Rest.

A lone hand floated up to a large bucket, lifted the lid, and threw the ball into the bucket.

The bucket was filled with the liquid of death's breath, and a purple gold skeleton was soaked in the liquid.

After soaking for a while, Ange took out the ball, and a soul fire had already been bred in it.

Negris held the ball, with mixed feelings in his heart: "Why didn't that undead meet you earlier? Each of these balls has soul fragments of different stages. Obviously, the undead collected the breath of death in batches to conceive up.

If he knew that someone could have the luxury of using the liquid breath of death to revive a soul, he would surely cry to death on the ground, feeling worthless for his wasted energy.

"I don't know what this kind of ball is called. I temporarily call it the soul ball. It has the inscription of Duroken on it. It should be invented by Duroken. Seeing it this way, the undead is really likely to be Shenmian The night watchman of the cemetery." Negris muttered.

However, Ange was not interested in his words, and he operated on his own, introducing the soul in the ball into a skeleton, throwing all the empty balls into the bucket of death breath liquid, and after a while Take it out, and there is a soul fire inside.

In this way, Ange had dozens of soul fires, but this method of breeding consumes a lot of liquid of death's breath. Soon, the liquid of death's breath in the bucket was reduced, making Locke's head The eye sockets protruded from the water, hollow and penetrating.

This is Ang's last bucket of death breath liquid. If he does not return to the Abyss of Rest, it will be difficult to obtain such pure death breath liquid.

Well, dozens of soul fires are enough for experimentation, Ange introduced them all into those skeletons, and reincarnated sixty undead skeletons.

After studying and comparing these skeletons, Ange found that their intelligence seems to be a little bit higher. If they were carefully selected, three of them had particularly high intelligence. Ange instilled them with planting knowledge, and they could master part of it.

How much you master is not the key, the key is whether you can use it. These three skeletons can be used for some simple things, such as hoeing, planting, watering, and sowing.

That's enough. The skeletons on the farm can basically do this. Many of Ange's abilities were learned later.

With the help of three more skeletons, Ange's transplanting speed is much faster. With the addition of the little zombie, he has five people who can transplant the young seedlings. As for why not add the little angel? It can't do such delicate work, so it would be nice if it doesn't bring trouble to the young crops.

Soon, rows of fluorescent moss appeared on the pitch-black ground, and between the moss, young and strong seedlings were neatly arranged.

Ange walked to the center of the farmland and stepped on the footprints. Three hours later, all the seedlings were malnourished, green and yellow, and could not even produce flower spikes, so they withered.

Negris scratched his head and said in frustration: "It seems that the light intensity provided by the luminous moss is not enough to meet the needs of the fast death halo. Why don't we plant it first and wait until the eternal night passes."

No one responded to it. When he turned his head, he saw Ange squatting on the field stalk, with his chin resting on his hands, quietly looking at the farmland in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.

The little angel and the little zombie squatted on the left and right of him, and the big bone squatted on the side. The big cat covered the big bone's head like a fur hat, and the scene was peaceful and serene.

Seeing this scene, Negris suddenly realized, yes, they don’t need to eat, and it doesn’t seem to matter whether they grow or not. Finding problems, thinking about them and solving them may be what Anger’s pleasure lies in.

From growing luminous moss, holy mushrooms, to planting beets, long-grain grains, salty rice world trees, Ange is not obsessed with what to plant, as long as he is allowed to plant, he is satisfied.

As long as the land can be cultivated, where is the king, and the army in the sleeping place, is it important? It doesn't matter, even to Negris himself, it doesn't matter, it just wants to satisfy his own curiosity.

Realizing this, the frustration in Negris' heart suddenly dissipated, he took a breath, flew to the other side of the field stem and squatted down, looking up at the dazzling sky.

It is the first time to calm down and look at the sky of Yongye. The upside-down light belt is the only light source of Yongye. Although it is not very bright, it can also reflect the outlines of many things, just like the moon with the moon. Same night.

Looking at it, Negris was suddenly shaken, his eyes widened and he muttered: "These light bands, shouldn't they be the turbulent flow from the cracks in space?"

It's a pity that there is nothing for it to fly up to study it clearly, so it can only stare and guess wildly. At this moment, Ange suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance, only to see a cloud of smoke hesitantly drifting from a distance , it looks like you are ready to run away at any time.

It wasn't until he saw the tall and conspicuous big bones that the speed of the cloud of smoke accelerated, and he shouted out his identity from a distance: "It's me, my lord, it's me, Felix."

The smoke drifted over, taking the form of Felik.

"My lords, have you seen... what happened here? Isn't this the No. 4 relay tower? How did it become like this? Is Horchuk here?" Ferik was stunned.

As an undead merchant, he runs around all day long. Although there are no business opportunities here, he will pass by occasionally. It was originally a desolate and dead place, how could it suddenly become what it is now?

A lot of well-organized farmland, this must be a human settlement of thousands of people to get it out? But what about people?

"Oh, Felik, we just made these lands, little boy, don't make a fuss, what are you doing here?" Negris said with his arms akimbo, as if it was no big deal.

Felik looked Negris up and down, with a smirk on his face, showing an expression of "I believe you a ghost", but he didn't dwell on it, and instead responded to Negris' question:

"My lord, I have become a full-time worker and I am no longer a trader. Now I am a clerk in the trade department under the Great Sage, responsible for trade work. This time I came here to find a way to buy grain." Ferik said excitedly.

As a weak businessman, the most painful thing for Ferik is that he has no backer. Anyone dares to bully him. When he meets Brando, the speed of paying taxes can tell how proficient he is in this area. .

Now I have the opportunity to be close to the great backer, and it is the biggest backer of the Sinking Land, the Great Sage, although Harvey is stronger, but it is the Great Sage who manages the entire Sinking Land.

With a great sage as his backer, when he runs a business in the future, let's see who dares to collect his taxes!

Negris curled his lips: "You became a regular because the business route was broken. If you don't become a regular, you won't be able to do business, and you will lose all your customers."

Well, the real reason was seen through at a glance, and Felik's entire body was about to collapse, and he said in frustration: "There are also some reasons for this, we broke the human line of defense, those humans didn't have time to run , they all become captives, no one will come to buy things.”

"If you don't buy it, don't buy it. You don't need to eat, are you afraid of starving to death? Now you have taken refuge in the great sage, and you will be punished if you fail to complete the task." Negris said.

"Yes, yes, we have targets. If we fail to complete the task, we will be punished. Brass Dragon, you are so wise and understand everything." Ferik flattered enthusiastically.

"Hahaha, you are also very discerning." Negris put his hips on his hips and his tail was raised.

"In order to prevent me from being punished, I beg my lord to help me." Felik said along the way.

Negris showed such an expression, and asked, "Want to buy food?"

Felik's head clicked like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Why did you think of asking us to buy food? Do we look like we have food?" Negris asked curiously.

"Like!" Felik said decisively: "In that cave, there are farmlands reclaimed by adults, and there are also a lot of newly reclaimed fields here. Sirs must be good at farming. If you have no food, then I don't know where to get it." There is a surplus of food."

Negris nodded and praised: "Observed very carefully." After finishing speaking, his voice changed: "It's a pity that we don't have any. We have planted food, but we can't grow it. The ones in the cave haven't sprouted yet. The ones here You can see for yourself that they are all dead."

Ferik had already seen it when he floated over, and he sighed in disappointment: "My lord, don't you? The supplies that come over will be reduced or even cut off, and the population that was able to feed in the past will definitely not be able to feed in the future, and more than half of them must die. The feeling of starving to death is too uncomfortable."

Negris couldn't help being silent when he heard the words, this is a very real problem. The land of the sinking is barren and barren, it is not suitable for living things to survive, it is worse than resting in the abyss.

There is at least a complete day and night cycle in the Abyss of Rest. Eternal Night comes here every three months. Crops must grow in a three-month cycle. The crops selected have a small yield and cannot meet the needs of the population.

Inevitably, input from the outside world is needed. Over the years, the main plane has supplied 70% of the food in the Land of the Lost and fed 70% of the population.

This also means that if the supply of the main plane is cut off, at least 70% of human beings will starve to death. This is a very terrible disaster.

However, Negris doesn't dare to sell food indiscriminately. If there is a large supply of food, he must have something to do with the great sage. How will he explain the source of the food then?

Tell him that Ange has a dimensional beast that can travel through planes? What if the other party asks to take out the dimensional beast?

Don't forget why they are stuck here, isn't it because they can't go home? If they can cross the plane, they need to be blocked here, fighting the human line of defense desperately? Wouldn't it be enough to just teleport back to the Abyss of Rest?

"The great sage also said that if anyone can solve the food channel problem, he is willing to reward the other party with the spoils obtained more than a thousand years ago, the scepter of the kingdom of heaven. It's a pity." Ferik said regretfully.

Negris' ears perked up: "What did you say?"

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