Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 472: Chapter 277_2

In fact, even the eggs of the fire-based Red Dragon are calcium white. Red eggs must be deformed or hybrid.

But it doesn’t matter if the Dragon Clan denies it, the people who have seen the Fire Dragon Eggs can be counted on one hand. As they kept mentioning it, the name was set. It’s a type of elemental plant with strong fire elements.

If a fire wizard eats a small piece, they can replenish their fire elements. If they eat a whole one, they can enhance their elemental affinity. Keep eating, and they will become the fire element themselves.

A wizard who continually supplements their diet with various elemental plants is sure to make twice the progress in their magic cultivation.

This is why powerful wizards are known to be ‘made of money’. The impoverished common folk hardly get the chance to practice magic. If they can’t even afford to eat elemental plants, they are never going to catch up to others.

This is the second type of elemental crop that Ange has grown, the other being the Elf Beans. However, Elf Beans can only satiate hunger and are required in large amounts. A few dozen Elf Beans have no other use than as cat toys.

The Fire Dragon Fruit is different. A Fire Wizard would definitely be willing to spend a third of their monthly salary to buy a Fire Dragon Fruit each month.

Ange has grown over two thousand acres of Fire Dragon Fruit. Since these are elemental crops, they need ample space to grow, so the yield per acre is only sixty. Yet, with over two thousand acres, it has produced a total of 120,000 fruits.

“You… this… abnormal…” Negris didn’t know what to say. The Fire Dragon Fruits that were usually auctioned off one by one in the market were suddenly appearing before him in the hundreds of thousands. Besides calling it ‘abnormal’, he didn’t know what else to say.

“If he only grows Fire Dragon Fruits in the future, he could… become richer than the church.” Luna muttered.

The Lord of Terror struggled to poke his head out of the pendant and said, “What a pity, all the volcanic energy has been used up, so no more fire-element crops can be grown.”

“Hmm? Is that true, Ange? Does growing Fire Dragon Fruits consume the fire elements in the soil?” Negris asked.

His knowledge about cultivation needed updates from others. Since Ange had just started growing the second elemental crop, it was natural for him to lack such knowledge. His previous followers didn’t even understand such high-end knowledge, since they were not druids. How could they understand elemental plants?

“It’s not the fire element, it’s the fire essence.” The Lord of Terror interrupted him and grumbled, “Those are the essence produced by the earth veins, necessary for creating fire elements. Without the essence, these earth veins would no longer produce fire elements, and I would never go back again.”

“Oh, no wonder Ange never grows Fire Dragon Fruits. But what are you thinking about? You want to go back? Dream on. If you can’t grow anything, Little Zombie will eat you up. We don’t accept souls that can’t cultivate in our group,” Negris threatened.

What a unique threat. If you can’t cultivate, you get eaten? The Lord of Terror began to shiver.

Indeed, Ange never chooses to grow elemental crops because they consume elemental resources, some of which are non-renewable. Once they are used up, they are gone.

However, this space is different. The earth veins here contain massive amounts of fire essence. Although the lava has been extracted, it created fire elements that cannot be accommodated here. Even the strength needed for the Lord of Terror’s rebirth could not be met. It would be a waste to keep it.

Rather than wasting it, why not grow crops that usually can’t be grown and make full use of the resources?

After harvesting this crop, Ange eliminated all the plants, leaving only one.

Like many other plants, the Fire Dragon Fruit also develops seeds once it ripens. When the fruit is mature enough to be harvested, it is the sweetest and the elements are the most abundant, making it the most suitable time to harvest.

However, the seeds inside are not fully developed at this stage. The plants grown from them are small and of lesser quality. The plant must be allowed to fully mature so that the nutrients inside the fruit and the elements are used up. Only then can the best seeds be obtained.

Of course, some plants have well-developed seeds when they are the sweetest. This is because these plants need to attract birds and beasts to eat the fruits, helping them disperse the seeds to even farther places.

After the last Fire Dragon Fruit was ripened, Ange moved in front of the boundary marker of the farm.

The silent Lord of Terror began to speak again, “Look, the three hundred soul crystals I exchanged from you were all consumed here. They have been used for thousands of years and are almost rotten. Fortunately, Durken created them and they can be replenished through soul energy.”

“You know Durken?” Negris was surprised.

“Of course. Who doesn’t know Durken? I also know the God of Knowledge and Steadfast Locke,” said the Lord of Terror.

Negris said, “No, you’ve been talking about the Purple Gold Skeleton all this time, if you know Steadfast Locke, wouldn’t you recognize that Purple Gold Skeleton?”

The Lord of Terror paused before answering, “That Purple Gold Skeleton is not Steadfast Locke.”

Boom! Negris felt like his soul was exploding. The Purple Gold Skeleton accompanying the king wasn’t Steadfast Locke? Then who was it? Were there three Purple Gold Skeletons?

Harvey was promoted only after the king disappeared, meaning that besides Steadfast Locke, there was another Mourning Skeleton with the king in those days?

“Lamo, Lamo! Come quick.” Negris hurriedly called out to Lamo and the other watchmen, who were souls that had survived from the era of the king, surely they would remember what happened then.

However, no matter who it was, none could recall the existence of a second Lord of Mourning, for under the king there was only one.

Negris’s memory had been tampered with, but had everyone’s memories been altered? That was impossible. The king could not have had such spare time.

Plus, the existence of a second Lord of Mourning wasn’t something that needed to be concealed. The only possibility then was, “You saw wrongly.”

“Did I remember it wrong?” The Lord of Terror hesitated as all the watchmen unanimously denied the existence of a second Purple Gold Skeleton. Could he really have been mistaken?

At that moment, a strong fluctuation of soul energy came from Ange’s direction.

They turned to look and saw Ange, both hands pressed against the boundary stone, with his body wrapped in flames of soul energy, like a fire man, as soul energies surged into the boundary stone unceasingly.

Rumble, rumble… rumble, rumble…the ground of the farm began to gently tremble, like a minor earthquake, with dust bouncing amidst the shaking.

“What’s going on? Ange, did you break it? Stop first.” Negris hastily said.

The farm’s barrier had been there for a thousand years, left unmaintained for a long time. With such a big movement, he feared it was going to break.

Ange replied, “No, just comparing.”

Upon hearing Ange’s response, Negris understood. To make a comparison, there had to be at least two items. Besides this one, there was another farm boundary inside the Temple of Rest.

Ange was certainly reluctant to experiment with the one in the Temple of Rest, so he started with this one. If nothing went wrong, he would surely take action with the one inside next.

Rumble…rumble…

As more and more soul energy was poured in, the dilapidated boundary stone slowly ‘recovered’. Not only did it return to its original state, looking brand new, it even grew a little taller.

“Eh, did the farm expand?” Negris, noticing something, suddenly asked.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked in the distance, indeed noticing that the farm boundary was expanding.

Ange stopped the energy input, circled around the farm, and then said, “Three thousand, six hundred acres.”

He possessed the Ring of Balance, so his calculations were absolutely accurate. This meant that after being infused with energy, the boundary of the farm had expanded by a full six hundred acres, an increase of twenty percent.

“Boundaries can expand? What’s the maximum expansion? If it can expand indefinitely, doesn’t that mean you don’t need to look for farmlands everywhere, and the space inside is enough for you to plant?” Negris was astonished.

Ange shook his head, about to say something, when suddenly a ‘pop’ sounded, as if something had ruptured, and a howling sound emerged.

Looking up, they saw at a great distance a grand gate, at the center of which a hole the size of a fist appeared, and violent wind was violently pouring in.

The minotaurs cried out, “It’s getting dark, the wind’s rising, quickly gather the clothes.” Then they scattered in all directions.

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