Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Ange doesn't know how to fight, he is a vegetable grower, but he has used a sickle for more than a thousand years. When harvesting crops, he can cut off the crops and lay down neatly. As long as he treats the opponent as a crop, Ange can think Where to cut where to cut.

The sharp sickle cut off the zombie's neck, the head rolled down, and the bones rolled to the little zombie's feet. The little zombie was also terrified, subconsciously covered his neck with his hands, and looked at the sickle in Ange's hand in horror.

As frightening as the little zombies, there are people who control the zombies behind them.

In a dark corner of the dungeon, a necromancer in black robe suddenly jumped up from his chair and subconsciously covered his neck.

The necromancer's mind projected on the zombie's body just now, all the feelings are the same as the zombie's. Ange's sickle is equivalent to cutting on his neck.

It wasn't the first time something like this happened, mainly because it was too sudden this time, and the necromancer was completely unprepared, so he was taken aback.

When he came back to his senses, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and tried to contact the zombie again, but found that he had lost contact.

"It's a big loss, this zombie has the highest affinity with me, what kind of rotten skeleton? Why is its weapon so sharp? It moves too fast." The mage murmured.

"No, I have to go and see. It's best to catch those two skeleton zombies." The necromancer stood up, went to the wall and pressed lightly. The magic wave inspired by his fingertips matched a certain structure of the wall. Yes, a hidden door on the wall opened.

Walking into the hidden door, there is a long and narrow passage, with recesses on both sides of the passage, a bit like the layout of a cloakroom, but when you walk to those partitions, what are placed in those small partitions are not clothes, but zombies and skeletons.

The necromancer chose left and right, and finally chose a skeleton with slender bones, but white and delicate, and muttered: "I will use you. Although the bones are broken and the shoulder blades on the back are a bit deformed, the bone density is the highest." Yes, I guess you were well nourished before your death."

Pressing the skull's head with one hand, the necromancer muttered a spell, controlling the white skeleton to walk out.

Esk has always said that the dungeon is very safe, as long as they don't actively attack others, no one will hurt the skeletons and zombies.

But Esk only saw the skeleton zombies controlled by Filin. These can be regarded as organized undead creatures. Under the control of Filin, they are very safe, and no one would dare to actively harm them.

However, Esk ignored a problem. The wind of rest is blowing outside. Over the years, a large number of residents of the underground city have died of old age or accidental death. Their corpses and bones will not be born under the wind of rest. Undead? So where did these wild undead creatures go?

As a human being, Esk didn't notice the difference between wild and organized. When he saw skeletons and zombies all over the street, he thought that undead creatures were safe. However, evil often lurks in corners that even Filin can't notice.

Ange and the little zombie were watched as soon as they came in. Ange is a gray bone skeleton without a master, wandering all over the street, and not having a regular job is the obvious characteristic of "no master". But the little zombie is extremely active, it doesn't look like a dull zombie, it's more like a lich in its infancy.

Lich, a lich with wisdom is called a lich, and a lich without wisdom is called a zombie. In terms of growth and practicality, a lich with wisdom is hundreds of times better than a zombie, and even a lich can be easily cultivated into a powerful spellcaster. By.

Think about it, having a powerful spellcaster who is obedient to oneself and can live long enough is such a precious wealth to oneself and even the descendants of the family.

With the existence of little zombies, a gray bone skeleton like Anger is relatively worthless. The necromancer first attacked Anger, just to subdue Ange and then kidnap the little zombie. Just let him lose control.

Theoretically, it is impossible to cut off the bast zombie's head with a broken sickle. What causes this situation?

The baffled necromancer couldn't hold back his curiosity, and sent out a skeleton again, but this time, he didn't expect to subdue Ange and take away the little zombie. He was very satisfied if he could figure out the reason.

When he controlled the skeleton to where Ange was, he saw only a headless zombie following Ange and the little zombie, trying to carry the gravel.

The soul of a zombie is in the chest, and it won't die if its head is dropped, so you often hear headless zombies, headless horsemen, etc., but you haven't heard of headless skeletons.

It's just that when the head is off, the perception ability will be much weaker. The soul observes the situation from the chest through the flesh, and there will be a feeling of cataract, unless the soul is very strong and can ignore this obstacle.

In addition to the three skeleton zombies who were working hard to plow the fields, he also saw Fei Lin who suddenly stopped in front of him, with an angry and smiling face: "You bedbugs in the underground drains, you usually don't bother to clean you up, but now you dare Hitting the idea of ​​my distinguished guest? Then go to the world of death and confess."

The Necromancer only felt Ferlin's face sag inward and spin, which made him spin around in an instant, sucking him in like a strong suction force, and falling into the endless abyss.

This change made the necromancer terrified, and thought of a terrible magic in his heart-the soul-absorbing abyss.

It is a kind of spiritual magic, which is specially aimed at those conscious bodies attached to other objects, such as mind control and undead possession, but the success rate is relatively low, and the mental power must be many times stronger than the other party to be possible success.

It just so happened that Filin's mental power was more than ten times stronger than that of this human necromancer, and he directly pulled out his consciousness and crushed it.

In a dark corner, the necromancer sitting on the chair was shocked, then completely limp, and his body slumped from the chair to the ground weakly.

Consciousness is taken away, the necromancer is equivalent to a living dead, and he will never wake up again. Although his body can still breathe and is still alive for the time being, if no one finds him, he will lie on the ground until he is hungry. die.

After killing the conscious body attached to the skeleton, Ferlin heaved a sigh of fear after a while, and murmured: "Fortunately, I kept an eye on it. I finally met a new watcher. I can buy food from him. I really want to be punished." These bedbugs are so alarmed that the Lord Watcher will watch in another place, and the dungeon will be finished, no, this area is listed as a restricted area, and other things cannot be allowed to enter casually."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the skeleton that fell to the ground, and left quietly. He didn't want others to disturb Lord Watcher, and he didn't dare to disturb him.

Not long after, the restless little zombie started running around, and soon found the white skeleton, dragged it back excitedly, and yelled at Ange.

Ange ignored the skeleton, but looked at the little zombie suspiciously. From its body, a ray of soul energy was emerging and drifting into Ange's body.

This is the second time. When Ange cut down the zombie just now, the little zombie clutched his neck, looking frightened, and then a ray of soul energy floated into Ange's soul.

From the very first ray of soul energy, Ange could vaguely feel that a wonderful connection had been established between him and the little zombie.

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