Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 964

Chapter 964: Chapter 535: What is Anthony Best At Chapter 964: Chapter 535: What is Anthony Best At Arambrough was locked up, and until he figured out why, there was no possibility of him being released. To his relief, Ange had also released the twelve Undead Cavalry under his command.

The Undead Cavalry were also shaped from the undead, and in essence, were undead. The difference from the Black Warriors lay in the fact that they hadn’t been solidified through the Reincarnation Altar; all their weapons and armor were merely Soul Armor, making their melee capabilities quite weak.

But there was no helping it, not all undead could learn magic. Some personalities simply weren’t suited for magic; they couldn’t settle down. Therefore, Anthony had tried to improve the Reincarnation Altar, thereby creating a new type of undead creature–the Black Warrior.

However, Anthony originally had no Soul Contact with the Undead King, meaning His Majesty didn’t know about the Black Warrior transformation. The altar at the Master God’s Temple was merely for the ordinary reincarnation of the Undead.

After dealing with Arambrough, Ange brought out Wuga, and immediately, Anthony and Negriss felt the scenery change before them, plunged into an Illusion Territory. Even Feiti couldn’t help but say:
“So this is the straw man Wuga you were talking about? Such a strong illusion, even I almost couldn’t tell if it was real or fake. Right in front of me, there’s a wasteland, and a Purple Gold Skeleton there holding its jaw, mumbling, ‘Who am I? How did I get here?’ Is that a former version of me?”

Hearing that even Feiti was nearly fooled, Negriss felt much better. If the Lord of Mourning could hardly tell, it only meant that Wuga’s Illusion Technique was exceedingly powerful.

He teased in jest, “Yes, yes, probably even worse; walking around picking up bones. Ouch, is this my skull? Hey, is this my femur? It’s so sad. You remember how your fingers fell off, right?”

Feiti cocked his head, then suddenly punched Negriss in the cheek, “Ouch, is this my vertex cap? Ouch, how did it fly away?”

Negriss was beaten up by Feiti, excusing that the illusion made it hard to see clearly, and then everyone started playing in the Illusion Territory.

Ange also happily communicated with Wuga: “Wuga!”

“Wuga Wuga!”

“Wuga–ga.”

“Wuga Wuga.”

They happily reached a consensus, and Ange immediately drew out some straw to mend its body.

Wuga’s body had been split in two, but even when it was intact, Wuga’s condition wasn’t much better. A body made of a bundle of straw and wood and still preserved until now was already a miracle, thanks to the protective effect of Soul Energy on the material.

But no matter how well protected, over time, Wuga’s body wore down, and it was only a matter of time before it ground its leg away.

What was even worse, it couldn’t simply exchange its framework like ordinary skeletons. This form of life was such that not even the Undead King knew how to mend it–ordinary straw fell apart quickly once attached.

Wuga needed some special straw.

The straw Ange produced was made from Element Conversion, and there was no straw in the world more special than it, especially since it could bear consciousness. Once, Little Bu had formed a straw owl, which had a consciousness manifested by Little Bu himself, constantly exclaiming, ‘Dragon dung, so stinky’.

Ange packed the straw onto Wuga, then pulled out a stick whittled from Divine Wood and another from the World Tree, replacing Wuga’s cross arm and vertical pole respectively.

A straw man is first made by binding two sticks, one long and one short in a cross shape, then strapping on straw, and wearing a straw hat, to form a one-legged straw figure with both hands raised.

Based naturally on this type of straw man, Wuga also inherited this shape, always moving with both hands raised, hopping about.

After the stick replacements, the World Tree stick quickly changed, turning dry and gray, whereas the Divine Wood remained intact.

Ange quickly carved another Divine Wood, replacing the World Tree stick.

With the Divine Wood as its skeleton and straw transformed through Element Conversion forming its body, the scarecrow Wuga looked completely rejuvenated.

“Wuga Wuga!” Wuga exclaimed joyfully, its tone filled with excitement.

“Wuga!” Ange pointed at Negriss and Feiti, who were still influenced by the Illusion Territory and had tangled themselves into a knot.

Feiti had Negriss by the neck, while Negriss stood on Feiti’s shin bones, the two twisting around. Of course, anyone could see that Feiti was just teasing the dragon.

“Wuga–” Wuga retracted the Illusion Territory.

Anthony, who had been standing with Holy Light swirling about him and his eyes filled with golden light, finally relaxed and curiously asked, “My lord, what did you talk about? Master Wuga, that was a very formidable Illusion Territory,” he said, giving a thumbs up.

Wuga tilted its head; it might have been the first time it was praised, and it seemed slightly embarrassed, scratching its head.

The intertwined Feiti and Negriss slowly let go of each other, then looked at each other. Anthony’s social skills were too strong, weren’t they? Wasn’t it rumored that Wuga never paid attention to anyone?

Even the Council of the Undead couldn’t communicate with it, so they could only warn Anthony to avoid Wuga.

Ange said, “I helped it look for ‘Your Majesty,’ so it listens to me.”

That made sense; although Anthony didn’t understand their conversation, he had guessed something. Probably the only condition that could make Wuga obey was helping it find the Monarch.

Not only did Wuga want to find the Monarch, but Ange also had to save the king. To Anthony, this was already a divine command, so he kept pushing the matter forward.

“According to the God of Life’s detection, the Star Burst Array hasn’t shown signs of accumulating energy yet, so the Monarch is still safe for now. I guess it’s because it’s the harvest season,” he said.

“This planting season, both the Empire and the Sorcerer Alliance have invested a lot of effort to win over the populace. The Sorcerer Alliance might not want to stir trouble before the harvest, but we should be wary of their actions after the harvest.”

“The Silver Coin’s commercial network has already penetrated the Sorcerer Alliance, but it can only operate up to the Sorcerers’ Ladder and can’t reach the Starburst Array.”

“If we could dismantle the Sorcerer Alliance’s power through commercial or political means, preventing them from launching a new Star Burst would be the safest approach. But if that fails, we will need some more forceful measures.”

“We need to establish the ability to forcefully attack the Star Burst Array when needed, so we need the Sorcerers’ Ladder. One ship is not enough; hence, we need that one captured by the Council of the Undead. Although it only has the main mast, its flying capability is still there,” he said.

Anthony paused here, because Ange had already started planting something, clearly not understanding what he was talking about.

But he wasn’t speaking for Ange; he was speaking for Negriss’s benefit. Ange was just there to report.

Sure enough, Negriss seized the chance to ask, “Then what do you want?”

“I want Arambrough, hand him over to me. I’ll exchange him for the Sorcerers’ Ladder. Gust should be very willing,” Anthony said.

Negriss hesitated a bit, “But, he already knows our identities.”

Anthony looked at him with a peculiar expression, and Negriss suddenly realized what he had almost forgotten–what Anthony was best at.