Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Chapter 222 The Lord of Mourning – ! _2
Ange and Negris exchanged a thought, both remained silent. Why would the scriptures inexplicably catch fire? Could it be that someone had become aware of this hundreds of years ago and started to guard against them?

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Indeed, they had burned so many of their scriptures that if they did not take precautions, the people of the church would indeed be fools.

Seven hundred years ago, Anthony was still struggling and planning in the Master Plane. He had never been to the Land of Fallen. But the more critical reason was that he did not want the undead to strike back.

If hundreds of millions of undead flooded into the Master Plane, the Master Plane would collapse.

Due to this mentality, Anthony avoided the Land of Fallen in his early days. Even when someone broke through the Mourning and became the Purple Gold Skeleton, he was unaware.

“Not until seven hundred years ago did the purple golden skeleton disappear inexplicably, and from then on, the undead’s offensive intensity gradually decreased year by year. Nowadays it’s almost routine, not all mobilizations have to be actuated under the Highest Mobilization Order, only those who are willing to respond, and those who are not, do not have to.”

“However, everyone is still very willing to respond because this is not only a chance to build meritorious service, but it also provides an opportunity to expand connections. Look.”

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At Shamara’s gesture, the city wall was indeed bustling with people, holding cards made of silver and gold, approaching suitable targets, exchanging conversation, and quickly becoming familiar with one another.

Someone saw Ange and his group and came over to pay a visit, then Brand handled it skillfully. In no time, he had collected several cards.

Suddenly, there was a commotion near the staircase not far away. Quickly, people gathered there and exclaimed in shock, “My god, the people from the Eastern Diocese have come.”

“What? Anthony’s people dare to come? Didn’t he become independent?”

“Yes, he became independent, but he did not claim to be the emperor. He is still just an archbishop, recognizing the authority of the curia as orthodox. But until the evil god’s forces lurking within the curia are eliminated, he refuses to obey orders issued by the curia.”

“Who is leading the team?”

“The Black Mountain Duke, the new Black Mountain Duke, the steward of the new Earth Hammer.”

“Oh? Wasn’t the Black Mountain Kingdom part of the Western District? How did it become Anthony’s territory?”

“This… this… Lord Anthony is very resourceful.”

“Hey? You just called him Anthony, now why are you calling him ‘sir’?”

Ange and Negris exchanged their thoughts again, becoming aware of who it was.

Sure enough, coming from the city stairs was an elite troop. Taking the lead was the illegitimate son of the Black Mountain Duke, who called himself the Black Mountain, a character they had met in Roland.

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Compared to his previous desolation, Black Mountain has completely transformed, wearing luxurious equipment and exuding nobility.

Following him, an elite troop of soldiers appeared, their armors made everyone gasp in awe, “Elf Magic Armor? My god, did the Black Mountain Duke rob the Magician’s Guild? He can afford to equip his soldiers with Elf Magic Armor?”

“Even with money, it’s impossible. Without connections, where can you buy so many Elf Magic Armors? Elves would never sell to you.”

Possibly aware of or anticipating such whispers, a goblin ran up with a passionate smile on his face, offering a business card and saying, “I have these armors. If you need them, come to me.”

While others’ cards were made of silver or gold, this goblin’s was wooden and thick, like a wooden plaque. Many showed disdain and disgust when he handed it over, “These goblins are really stingy.”

Reluctantly accepting the cards due to the goblin’s enthusiasm, their expressions changed as soon as they touched the wood.

The powerful could feel the pure life force from it, while the weaker could sense a refreshing breath. Upon closer inspection, there was a circle of symbiotic vines around the edge of the wooden card, alive.

This kind of plant is known for coexisting with strong life forms. Does this wooden plaque possess a strong vitality?

Having associated it with the elf magic armor worn by the warriors, everyone instantly realized what these wooden plaques were: “World Tree Plaques? My God, you’re using the World Tree as a business card?”

“Hehe.” The goblin revealed a dumb smile on his face: “We have many of these at home. They’re not worth much, not much.”

All of them felt tricked. There was only one World Tree, and the elves treasured it. This goblin dared to say that ‘we have many at home, they’re not worth much’?

But anyway, having used the World Tree as a business card demonstrated the goblin’s strength, which got everyone excited.

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Before long, the goblin had come over. He saw a crowd formed at a distance but couldn’t make out how many people there were or who was among them. The only thing he recognized was the butt of a horse, but he couldn’t see the head.

White horses were common, so the goblin didn’t overthink. He exchanged name cards with Brand and few others, then left.

Only when the goblin had gone far did the onlookers disperse. Serene and Shamara, who had been forcibly pulled over to block the view, asked in confusion: “What was that about, do you guys know that goblin?”

Negris didn’t feel like explaining and just replied casually: “Yeah, we owe him quite a bit of money.”

“I see.” Realizing this, Serene quietly moved away from Negris, hugging the large cat tightly.

Shamara, however, pulled out two Holy Crystals and put them into Ange’s hand: “That’s all I have.”

Ange cocked his head in confusion. Why would she give him Holy Crystals suddenly?

Just as he was thinking of giving them back, Little Ghost, who had been twining around his finger, pounced out, tightly clinging to one of them.

Negris felt terribly awkward. He casually remarked that they owed the goblin money and Shamara actually gave them money to repay the debt. Were all the people Ange knew simple-minded like this, not even distinguishing jokes from facts?

It was fine to give money, but dealing with Ange, an equivalent exchange skeleton, would undoubtedly require giving something in return.

“Just keep it and repay her with something else later.” Negris said helplessly.

There was no way not to take them now, as Little Ghost had already melted one-tenth of one Holy Crystal, causing it to shrink. After that, it laid down, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

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“So it eats Holy Crystals?” Shamara said curiously. She had seen Little Ghost before, but she didn’t understand its way of existence. A holy ghost? It seemed absurd just to think about it.

“Hoooo~~~” The sound of the horn suddenly resounded from the Land of Deathly Silence outside the city wall, causing an immense stir as if the ground was a carpet, with the Undead slowly parting in response, paving a path straight to the Holy Wall City.

The Holy Wall City had no gates. It was a narrow pass where two mountain ranges met, forming a recess. The Church of Light had built a wall of around seven hundred to eight hundred meters right at the entrance, setting up various Defense Towers and protective shields, firmly guarding this place.

The open path pointed directly here, and on the other end, everyone saw a purple-gold figure.

“The Lord of Mourning——!” A hoarse, distressed voice, like a eunuch separated from his treasure, shrieked out this name with an unparalleled sharpness and fright.

The city wall suddenly fell silent, then confusion ensued. Most people had no idea what the Lord of Mourning represented. They looked at each other in confusion and whispered amongst themselves.

On the high platform behind the city wall, Archbishop Dyson sprung forward, his eyes filled with Holy Light. He set his gaze on the purple-gold skeleton at the end of the ‘path.’ His whole body began to tremble as he muttered: “Why is it here? Why? It hasn’t appeared for seven hundred years, why did it appear during my tenure? I %#￥@*#”

After cursing a few times, Dyson shouted in a shrill voice, on par with that of the alarmed eunuch: “Maximize the protective shield, maximize it, the Soul and Defense Towers to maximum capacity, add Demon Crystals, add them quickly! All weapons at the ready, everyone be prepared, be prepared for the Holy Spirit Summoning at any moment, quickly, quickly! If you don’t want to die, move quickly!”

Everyone could hear endless fear in Dyson’s voice.

Just as Dyson was shouting, the purple-gold skeleton moved.