Ange wants to farm! Even if Harvey appears, he can't stop him from farming. No one can do it.
Ange first flew into the air and watched for a while. After landing on the ground, he held the scythe upside down, with the tip of the scythe facing downwards. He scraped the ground and ran all the way, easily scraping out horizontal and vertical auxiliary lines on the ground.
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Along these auxiliary lines, the little zombie hoe flew and quickly dug a straight ditch. The excavated soil was piled aside to form ridges. Soon, the cultivated land with complete ditches and ridges was slowly formed.
The little angel carried the Holy Hammer of the Earth and ran around in the field. When he saw a large stone, he went over and gave it a hammer.
The brass dragon flew around carrying the sowing frame. Every time its little claws moved, the corresponding seeds would fall into the furrows.
Cover with soil, sprinkle with water, make footprints, and then look up at the sky.
The sky is the darkness of eternal night.
You made a mistake, try again.
Collect gravel, fill in the drainage ditch, move the luminous moss over, and cultivate it. While cultivating the luminous moss, raise the seedlings. First, artificially increase the soil temperature indoors to provide suitable light to allow the seeds to germinate, and then transplant them outdoors.
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For this kind of operation, the amount of work will become extremely large, and Ange alone cannot handle it.
Ange ran around the relay tower, pulling while running, just like dancing, and he pulled up all the skeletons and zombies sleeping underground.
More than 300 scattered skeletons walked into the field under Ange's control, and chaos soon broke out.
"This won't work, Ange. These skeletons have no souls. They were simply summoned by the arrival of your king. It's easy for you to let them rush forward and chop them all, but it's too difficult for them to lean over and transplant crops.
Well. You can use your mind to control three or five micro-manipulations, but so many will definitely cause chaos."
Ange tried to control five skeletons according to Negris's words. It was indeed much more orderly than a bunch of skeletons crowded into the ground.
However, with this kind of control, as long as Ange stops, the skeletons will also stop.
After finding a strong skeleton, Ange condensed the soul fire and injected it into its head, and a skeleton that moved autonomously was born.
Recalling what the lord had done to him, Ange also did it to the skeleton, instilling all the planting skills into it.
However, Ange still thought of things too simply. A skeleton that had been instilled with planting skills would still spin around in the fields.
"How could this happen?" Ange dragged Nigris over in confusion.
"Maybe the soul of this skeleton is not strong enough to handle such complex 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." Ange was talking about the skeletons on the farm, including him, all of them were low-level skeletons.
Why is he capable of working on the farm, but not these skeletons? Is the knowledge he instilled wrong?
Nigris looked him up and down and said bitterly: "Although I don't want to admit it, no matter from any angle, your intelligence is not low. I really wonder if you are pretending to be stupid sometimes. Maybe you guys on the farm
The skeleton is specially selected, or it is not made by ordinary methods, such as this..."
While talking, Nigris took out a few balls. These were shaken off from the dimensional beast. It was probably picked up by the undead. These balls were like the ones containing the terrifying spirit.
"I studied for a while and found that these spheres can breed souls. If you put them in a place with a strong smell of death, they will breed souls. There is already a soul in this sphere. It is estimated that it will take another three or four days.
In just a few months, the fire of the soul can take shape."
"It's so slow." Ange said, stretched out his hand to take it, and stuffed it into the Palace of Rest.
A lone hand floated to a large bucket, opened the lid, and threw the ball into the bucket.
The bucket was filled with the liquid of death breath, and a purple gold skeleton was soaked in the liquid.
After soaking for a while, Ange took out the ball, which contained a soul fire.
Nigris held the ball and had mixed feelings in his heart: "Why didn't that undead meet you earlier? Each of these balls has soul fragments in different stages. It is obvious that the undead collected the breath of death in batches to breed.
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If he knew that someone could have the luxury of using liquid death breath to regenerate souls, he would definitely cry to death on the ground, feeling that his wasted energy was not worth it.
"I don't know what this kind of ball is called. I temporarily call it the soul ball. It has Duroken's inscription on it. It should be invented by Duroken. Seeing it this way, the undead is probably the sleeping soul.
The night watchman of the cemetery." Negris muttered.
However, Ange was not interested in what he said. He started to operate on his own, introducing the soul in the ball into a skeleton. All the empty balls were thrown into the bucket of death breath liquid. After a while, another
Take it out, and there will be a soul fire inside.
In this way, Ange had dozens of soul fires. However, this method of gestation consumes a huge amount of death breath liquid. Soon, the death breath liquid in the barrel was reduced, and Locke's head was completely destroyed.
His eye sockets were exposed out of the water, and they were so hollow that they penetrated people.
This is Ange'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 were enough for testing. Ange introduced them all into those skeletons and reincarnated sixty immortal skeletons.
After studying and comparing these skeletons, Ange found that their intelligence did seem to be a little higher. If you select carefully, three of them have particularly high intelligence. Ange instilled in them planting knowledge, and they could master some of it.
How much you master is not the key, the key is whether you can use it. These three skeletons can do some simple things, such as hoeing the ground, transplanting rice seedlings, watering, and sowing seeds.
This is enough. The skeletons on the farm could basically do this. Many of Ange's abilities were only learned later.
With the help of three more skeletons, Ange's transplanting speed is much faster. With the addition of the little zombies, he has five people who can transplant the green seedlings. As for why not add the little angel? It can't do such a delicate job.
It would be nice not to bring disaster to all the young crops.
Soon, rows of fluorescent and sparkling luminous moss appeared on the pitch-black ground, and between the luminous moss, young and strong grass seedlings were neatly arranged.
Ange walked to the center of the farmland and stepped on his footprints. Three hours later, all the seedlings were malnourished, green and yellow, could not even produce flower spikes, and died.
Negris scratched his head and said in frustration: "It seems that the light intensity provided by the glowing moss is not enough to meet the needs of the quick-death halo. How about we stop planting it and wait until the eternal night passes."
No one responded to it. When I turned around, I saw Ange squatting on a field stem, supporting his chin with his hands, looking quietly at the farmland in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.
Little angels and little zombies squatted on his left and right, Big Bone squatted on one side, and the big cat covered Big Bone's head like a fur hat. The scene was quiet and peaceful.
Seeing this scene, Nigris suddenly realized, yes, they don't need to eat, and it doesn't seem to matter whether they can grow or not. Finding problems, thinking about them, and solving them may be Ange's fun.
From growing glowing moss and holy mushrooms to growing sugar beets, long-grained grains, salty rice, and the world tree, Ange is not obsessed with growing anything. As long as he is allowed to grow it, he is satisfied.
As long as it can farm the land, is it important where the king is and the army in the Land of Slumber? It's not important, even to Nigris himself. He just wants to satisfy his curiosity.
Realizing this, the frustration in Nigris's heart suddenly dissipated. He breathed a sigh of relief, flew to the other side of the field and squatted down, raising his neck to look at the dazzling sky.
This is the first time that it calms down and looks at the sky of the eternal night. The inverted light strip is the only light source of the eternal night. Although it is not very bright, it can also reflect the outline of many things, just like the moon.
Same as night.
As he looked at it, Nigris was suddenly shocked, his eyes widened and he murmured: "These light strips, could they be the turbulence ejected from the cracks in space?"
Unfortunately, there was nothing for it to fly up and study clearly, so it could only stare and make random guesses. 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’s like being ready to run away at any time.
It wasn't until he saw the tall and conspicuous bones that the smoke sped up. From a distance, he shouted to identify himself: "It's me, my lord, it's me, Ferrick."
The smoke dispersed, revealing Ferick's form.
"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?" Ferick was confused.
As an undead trader, he travels around all day long. Although there are no business opportunities here, he occasionally passes by. How could it suddenly become like this when it was originally a desolate and dead place?
There are so many neat farmlands. This must be a human settlement with thousands of people to create it? But what about the people? How could a human settlement appear out of nowhere?
"Oh, Ferric, we just made these fields. Don't make a fuss about it. What are you doing here?" Nigris put his hands on his hips and said as if it was no big deal.
Ferrick looked at Nigris up and down, with a sneer on his face, showing an expression of "I believe you," but he didn't dwell on it, and instead responded to Nigris' question:
"Sir, I have become a full-time official and no longer work as a trader. Now I am a clerk in the Trade Department under the Great Sage. I am responsible for trade work. This time I came here to find channels to buy food." Ferick said excitedly.
As a weak businessman, the most painful thing for Ferick is that he has no backer. No one dares to bully him. The speed with which he paid taxes when he met Brando shows how skilled he is in this area.
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Now we have the opportunity to get close to a big backer, and it is the biggest backer in the Sunken Land, the Great Sage. Even though Harvey is stronger, it is the Great Sage who manages the entire Sunken Land.
With a great sage as your backer, let’s see who dares to collect taxes from him when he goes into business in the future!
Nigris curled his lips and said, "You became a regular business owner only after your business line was cut off. If you don't become a regular business owner, you won't be able to do business and your customers will be gone."
Well, after seeing the real reason at a glance, Ferick's entire body was about to collapse, and he said in frustration: "There are also some reasons for this. We broke the human defense line, and those humans didn't have time to run away.
, they all became prisoners, no one would come to buy anything."
"If you don't buy it, don't buy it. You don't have to eat, so are you afraid of starving to death? Now that you have taken refuge with the Great Sage, you will be punished if you fail to complete the task." Nigris said.
To be continued...