Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 118 - 102: The Bronze Dragon is Extinct_l
Chapter 118: Chapter 102: The Bronze Dragon is Extinct_l
Translator: 549690339
Little Zombie was digging a hole, while Ange was stuffing an angel’s skeleton into it, filling it with soil, leaving only the head exposed, as if replanting a vegetable sprout.
Negris couldn’t bear to watch: “Are you actually planting them? What can you grow? Surely you can’t multiply one into two.”
On the second day, Negris found out what was being grown, Soul Fire. Over a thousand angel skeletons buried in the ground, as many as twenty of them gave birth to Soul Fire under the restful wind’s influence.
Those skeletons that gave birth to the Soul Fire were struggling instinctively, trying to crawl out of the ground. Unfortunately, they were buried too deeply, only exposing a head, with their limbs buried, unable to leverage themselves they simply couldn’t get up.
“Right, I can grow Soul Fire, why didn’t I think of it before? I don’t even need sacred relics, I should have grown it a long time ago. Harvesting a soul every day would probably push me to the Soul Fire mark,” he said, moving his head towards the sacred relic’s skull, ready to eat one.
Negris’ body, which he contacts with his soul, is a Corpse Witch Dragon, cultivated from its scales. Its soul is weak since Ange casually condensed a Soul Fire flower and gave it to him at the time. Its strength is probably at the White Skeleton Level, barely managing to drive this body.
After all, it was just a projection and didn’t need a powerful soul, so Negris was too lazy to level up. Little Zombie goes out to hunt every day, and the angel skeleton would follow.
While hiding from the Resting Wind in the pit, they would also stretch their hands out, learning from Ange to guide cold air to temper themselves, so their souls often appeared stronger.
But Negris basically didn’t do these things, his soul’s strength was always low, seeing so many readily available, he wanted to bite at the sight.
Ange held his head back.
“What? You’re not feeding me? You’re so biased. If you keep this up, I’ll be angry,” Negris complained indignantly.
The angel skeleton and Little Zombie could eat as they pleased, yet he isn’t even allowed one? They are all raised in the same family, why the bias? It’s not about one or two Soul Fires, it’s about the way this was done – it was infuriating.
Ange gave him a strange look, ignoring him, and continued to inspect the spirit in the skull: “Roar!”
The Soul Fire in the skull was frightened, fiercely shaking and struggling, emitting a fearful emotion.
Ange withdrew his breath, the soul in the skull slowly calmed down, then Ange “roared” again.
Like this he repeated, after scaring it five or six times, when Ange roared, the newborn soul was still as frightened and fearful as the first time.
Ange took out the Soul Fire and gave it to Negris.
Negris seemed to understand: “You were testing their intelligence? If they had intelligence, being scared so many times by you, they should be used to it by now. Even fish, when caught a few times, should learn not to bite the hook. Less than a fish, they must have no intelligence.”
Ange tilted his head: “What’s a fish?”
“Eh, I forgot you haven’t seen fish. This is fish.” Negris transferred some knowledge about fish to him.
“No, wisdom.” Ange nodded, pointing at the soul.
He acted like this, testing all the newly born souls one by one, and found that none of them had intelligence.
Negris was disappointed, couldn’t help but say: “Is this going to work? Each year, the wilderness inspires so many souls, but I have never seen anyone attain intelligence.”
Ange pointed to the angel skeleton and Little Zombie playing next to him.
“Uh, those two don’t count, although they are both original, I suspect it was your luck that found them.” Negris refused to acknowledge.
Anyway, the angel’s skeleton had been planted, and Ange didn’t plan to take it back. After all, there were only a thousand of them, and the remaining two thousand plus, apart from the two that Feilin took away, the rest were all stuffed back into the Temple of Rest.
Checking once a day, he could generally harvest about twenty Soul Fire, but none of them had intelligence. In the end, the three little ones divided them on the spot.
Negris also brought over some regular skeletons, planted them in the ground, but the yield rate of Soul Fire was much lower.
One hundred were buried, sometimes there was one, sometimes none, the yield rate was less than one percent, which made Negris furious and dug them out and threw them aside. Unexpectedly, after digging them out, the yield rate was even higher, reaching one percent.
However, once they had Soul Fire, they would run away.
Besides cultivating souls, Ange was also nurturing a new Bronze Dragon. Negris didn’t understand Angel s decision.
“Raising another Bronze Dragon? It’s a waste of Life Essence. It doesn’t grow well. It needs twenty liters of Life Essence to grow to this size. If its length doubles, the Life Essence must be multiplied by five. Even if the length doubles, it’s still a small dragon. I’m warning you now; I won’t switch to a new body. You guys will definitely want to ride it together.”
Even if its size doubled, it was still a small dragon, lacking combat power, but
it could carry more things. Negris believed that if he could carry them, these
guys would definitely all want to ride him.
Ange ignored him and made a new half-meter long Bronze Dragon. Since it was made from Negris’s scales, it looked exactly like Negris.
After raising the young dragon, Ange went out into the sacred graveyard as he did yesterday. Inside the consolidating Soul Fire, there was still no wisdom.
After failing, Ange then headed to the World Tree Woods, quickly finding Feilin, who was the lord of Witch City. Recently, Feilin had been busy working in the World Tree Woods, learning how to cultivate the World Tree. When he had learned enough, he planned to grow a forest of World Trees near Witch City.
The best place to grow the trees would be the world’s transit station, but Negris disagreed. If the Resting Wind were a defense set up by the Undead King, then growing a Resting Tree would remove a significant barrier from the world’s transit station.
The chosen spot for the Heaven’s ladder was very dangerous. If the World Trees nearby hadn’t been annihilated when the beam of light fell, the stubborn angels wouldn’t have hidden under the World Trees and wouldn’t have been blown away.
If they hadn’t all been blown away, a few hundred would have been left, causing trouble the next day.
From these changes, it can be seen that the Resting Wind is indeed targeted against Holy Spirit Angels, especially for those angels who act on instinct after the gods disappear. The Undead King 1000 years ago might have known what would happen in the future.
So they decided to plant them further away. After all, the Resting Wind would not affect the world’s transit station.
“Eh, Lord Ange, are you looking for me?” Feilin was surprised.
Ange nodded: “Give me Black Face.”
Feilin was stunned: “Black Face? You want Black Face? Uh, my lord, that’s a ghost. It’s not edible.”
Moreover, that was Feilin’s pet. Although unintelligent, he had kept it for hundreds of years and didn’t want to give it away lightly.
“Not eating it, reincarnating, into a Bronze Dragon.” Ange said.
“What? Turn it into a Bronze Dragon? You can’t. It’s a ghost. It has no intelligence. How can it be reincarnated into a Bronze Dragon?” Feilin was doubtful.
If someone else said it, Feilin would certainly have walked away. But if Ange said it, he had to believe it half-heartedly. If a tree could grow even where the Resting Wind had blown, what was impossible?
“Intelligence, it has. Simple,” Ange said.
Just do this and then that, then this and then that, and it will be fine.
He poured the Life Essence onto the Bronze Dragon, pulled out Black Face’s consciousness and infused it. After some adjustments, the Bronze Dragon quietly raised its head, staring blankly at the people around.
“You really did it. Eh, what is this? A living Bronze Juvenile Dragon? The birth of a juvenile dragon is something we Dragon Clan have a hard time accomplishing, yet you manipulated it so easily. It is… It is….”
Negris didn’t know what to say. The Dragon Clan breeds difficulty, scarce in numbers, and the hatching of dragon eggs takes hundreds of years. If this juvenile dragon were to appear before the Dragon Clan, the old dragons would probably be ecstatic.
Just then, Black Face, reincarnated into a Bronze Dragon, let out a painful groan.
“Don’t be nervous. This is the bloodline transmission of the dragon clan. We, giant dragons, pass on the memories and knowledge of our ancestors through our blood. A juvenile dragon can possess most of the knowledge of its ancestors as soon as it hatches, whether it be hunting or magic, he can learn it all easily. Some particularly important information can also be notified to all the giant dragons and even the dragon descendants through blood resonance.”
Black Face let out one painful groan after another, causing Feilin to become anxious. It was like Lisa going into labour.
It wasn’t until half a day later that Black Face recovered. Still weak, it called to Feilin. Despite all the bloodline transmission, it remained Black Face, Feilin’s pet.
Feilin tenderly stroked its head, feeding it while talking to it, appeasing its emotions.
As they chatted, Feilin looked up with a strange expression: “Uh, Black Face says that the Bronze Dragons are extinct..”
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