Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The bridgehead plane has always been quiet. Except for the dead man fruit trees scattered throughout the plane, there are no other crops. The place has been transformed into a world full of dead people and dead man fruit trees.

A large number of undead creatures and corpses from the Undead City were dragged here, covering the entire plane. As the aura of death accumulated, the ground was covered with thick soil, which was not suitable for planting other crops except the Dead Man Fruit Tree.

Dozens of intelligent undead creatures were transferred here, including Kabu Twelve, Kabu Twenty-one, Kabu Sage...

They were mainly responsible for taking care of the dead man's fruit tree, sweeping up some rich soil and transporting it to the gravel pile on the hillside not far away.

This kind of work is simply too leisurely. Kabu Twelve was walking leisurely while carrying the soil. He also had time to ask Sage Kabu in front of him: "Sir, why are we transporting this soil to the hillside? ? The soil there is already piled up, and it still needs to be transported there..."

"Shh, do you want your life? Stop talking nonsense." Sage Kabu scolded in a low voice.

"Oh, I'm just curious." Kabu Twelve quickly lowered his voice and whispered.

Sage Kabu shook his head and said earnestly: "We will do whatever the Lord tells us. Don't be curious. Curiosity is not a good thing. There are some things that you are safer if you don't know than if you know. Do you understand? Because you If you know it, you will become the target of the soul search."

Kabu Twelve's heart trembled, and he no longer dared to ask questions.

Seeing him like this, Sage Kabu was a little worried and frightened, and reassured: "But this place is mainly for fruit trees, and it is not an important place. The soil is concentrated in one place, probably because there is a person sleeping there. My lord, just don’t worry me.”

A tree above his head opened his eyes, glanced at Sage Kabu who was speaking, and muttered in his heart: Not important? It doesn't matter. Will our war tree people be transferred here? It's so lifeless here, it's not fun...

Sage Kabu, who had no idea that his words had been heard, continued to chatter, lifted the soil to the slope and dumped it down.

When they returned, they happened to see someone activating the teleportation array and hurried over to prepare to help.

With a wave of light from the teleportation array, one-legged Dirk appeared in the teleportation array with a bunch of dead man fruits. He saw Kabu and several others and quickly greeted him: "Just in time, come on, come on, take the fruits down and free up space for teleportation." Formation, there will be more later.”

Kabu and others, who had dealt with them countless times, rushed forward and quickly vacated the teleportation array. Dirk sent a message back with one leg. The teleportation array was brewing for the next wave of teleportations. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kabu Twelve got together. Next to Dirk, he asked in a flattering manner: "Master Dirk, there are so many soul fruits, how many can we taste?"

The name of the Dead Man Fruit is not pleasant, so among other people, the Dead Man Fruit is called the Soul Fruit because its pure death breath can be converted into soul energy without any tempering, and it is the best thing to strengthen the soul.

One-legged Dirk rolled his eyes at him and said: "Try it, try it. You want to taste everything. Why do you want such a strong soul? Do you want to surpass me? Believe it or not, I will beat you."

Kabu Twelve shrank his neck and stepped aside, muttering in a low voice unconvinced: "If you don't want to taste it, you won't taste it, why are you beating me..."

"Haha, you are stupid. You don't look at the person you are asking the question. Master Dirk can't decide who owns these soul fruits. If you ask her, are you asking for a fight?" Sage Kabu laughed.

"Ah? Sir Dirk can't decide? But..." Kabu Twelve was shocked. In the eyes of old lichs like them in the immortal city, one-legged Dirk is the most powerful soul in the immortal city. The soul level is even more powerful than that Soul-Eating King Rigo. Is there anything else that she can't decide?

Sage Kabu spread his hands, the strongest one-legged Dirk in the Immortal City. Now he is escorting the Soul Fruit every day. You can understand the situation by thinking about it with your toes. These lichs have no brains.

The teleportation array was activated more than a dozen times, and thousands of baskets of soul fruits were delivered, filling the surroundings of the teleportation array.

Sage Kabu was also shocked: "Why are there so many soul fruits?"

One-legged Dirk explained: "It's been a good harvest, a great harvest. It's amazing that fruit trees can be grown in a place like the Immortal City."

Sage Kabu looked at the fruits around him. Because he was staying in the vast void, the environment of the bridgehead plane was even worse than that of the Immortal City. Fruit trees could even be grown here, let alone the Immortal City.

After getting used to it, Sage Kabu had become accustomed to it, but now when he heard Dirk's emotion, he couldn't help but recall the shock he felt when he first came here: "Yes, yes, they are simply the gods of planting."

Sage Kabu didn't know it himself. He called out Ange's priesthood, and the rest of the undead creatures had been summoned one after another. Dozens of lichs held fruit baskets and walked up the hillside. When they arrived at the place, they walked directly to the hillside. Dump near the pile of rubble.

More and more dead fruits gradually piled up into a hill. As they were moved, they came to the hillside again. Sage Kabu suddenly found that he seemed to have stepped in mud.

Looking down, I found that the breath of death was so strong that it turned into mist, floating lightly on the soil. The soil was also soaked in the liquid of death breath, making a sizzling sound when stepped on.

"Wow, the mist of death's breath is so rich." Sage Kabu suddenly felt the urge to lie on the ground and take a deep breath. This was not an ordinary mist of death's breath, but the pure death brought by the soul fruit. Breath is basically equivalent to soul energy.

But when he came over again, he found that the foggy death breath on the ground had disappeared, and even the soil he had picked up before had become wrinkled, not lumpy or agglomerated, and turned into powder when stepped on, like the soil in the desert.

This shows that the death breath in the soil has completely disappeared. This is not the first time it has happened, but it was not so obvious before.

This is the main reason why Sage Kabu guessed that a big man was sleeping inside, because the supply of the entire Undead City could not meet the needs of the big man inside.

"A mourner like Dirk can't digest so much death breath. Could the big man inside be the legendary Black Crystal Soul?" Sage Kabu muttered in a low voice.

At this moment, the pile of rubble on the hillside exploded, and a dark skeleton with twinkling stars soared into the sky. It hovered in the air and looked around, then scratched its head in confusion: "Why did Ange call me for?"

Looking down at his body and moving his limbs, the king nodded with satisfaction, clenched his hands in front of him, and two groups of chaotic mist surged out, slowly condensing into a death sickle.

"Fight? Mourning the Bone Dragon?" As if receiving Ange's message, the soul fire in the king's eyes became several times stronger: "Wait for me to go over and kill it."

After saying that, he gently slashed the void in front of him with the death sickle, creating a space crack, and drilled into it.