Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange murmured, “Sort it out, throw it away.”

“Are you throwing this stuff away?” Negris looked at those things, the two carriages were picked up from the leaders of those dragon-hunting sand thieves.

He forgot what they were called, only remembering they had a fight within their own ranks, killed each other, and Ange picked up two magical carriages and several magical tents from their remains.

At that time, Negris was shocked. The lifestyles of these nobles and wizards were too extravagant, and their carriages and tents were so luxurious.

However, these luxurious items now seem insignificant. Ange has too many good things in his hands– for instance, just those Holy Shell Eggs alone are much better than most of the weapons and armor forged.

Ange gave several sets to Anthony, who regarded them as treasures, often showing them off to beguile his subordinates to work for him.

As for the luxury carriages, used purely for enjoyment, Ange had never used them before. So now that he’s brought them out, it was clear he really intended to throw them away.

What a waste, Negris quickly called to Luther, “Luther, Luther, I am giving you two luxury carriages. If some blind girl fancies you, you can invite her inside.”

Luther turned his head back and gave him a look: “Thanks, but you can keep them. The next time you have a luxury airship, you can give it to me, otherwise, I won’t know where to go.”

Giving away carriages in the Light Sea Plane? Negris was really generous. Could they actually drive it into the water?

In the end, the wheels of the two carriages were dismantled and placed next to the Teleportation Array as a luxury hotel.

Ange threw out all the things that were no longer useful, making room for the latest loot.

This trip to the Master Plane was a huge gain for Ange, the biggest of which was the theft of hundreds of thousands of followers.

The Undead Godhood only had several hundred thousand followers, but now it had more than doubled. The Soul Flames that Ange received every day were now twice as much as before.

The main reason was that these newly stolen followers were more active due to the calamitous environment.

Then there was the trip to the forest. Besides abducting the God of Life, just the insect corpses alone made Ange feel the trip was worth it. Because of the sheer volume of insect corpses, Ange had the idea to tidy up the Resting Camp.

Insect Ash is a super useful fertilizer. Ange had raised a batch of insects during a previous experiment, but the output of Insect Ash simply wasn’t enough.

The main reason was that the resources consumed in breeding them exceeded the value that could be obtained from them as fertiliser.

For example, if you feed the insects ten tons of material and then spread their ashes on the fields, the crops can increase from ten tons to eighteen tons. The increase is only eight tons, which is a loss.

Although worthless things like straw, bones and hair could be used to feed the insects, the total quantity would still decrease. Ange could not achieve self-sufficiency.

With these two large scale supplements, Ange could sustain for a longer time.

While he was still busy, Ange received an urgent call from Anthony:

“Sir, Tyrone is calling for an emergency meeting on Plane Security. I think he wants to ask about the Elves’ matters. What happened to the Elves? They have sealed the forest and cut off all communication. My high-altitude reconnaissance units saw a large torch burning in the Elf Forest, turning half the sky red. What happened? What stance should I take at the meeting?”

Ange tilted his head, saying, “The Tree of Life is burned.”

“Pardon… What did you say? The Tree of Life burned? Really?” Anthony was in disbelief.

Judging by how well he knew Ange, his repetition of the question indicates his shock. It’s not that he didn’t believe Ange, he just couldn’t believe this happened.

“Yes, it burned.” Ange said.

“So what now? What’s the situation with the elves? Aren’t the elves going crazy? Who burned the Tree of Life? Have the elves found the perpetrator? Are they preparing for a holy war?” Anthony hurriedly asked several questions, each hitting the nail on the head.

If the elves went berserk and sought revenge for the Tree of Life, the entire plane would descend into war. He must make preparations early.

Anthony came up with a few response strategies in his mind.

They could either organize a human force to fight the Elves, eradicate the crazed Elves, or find the perpetrator and draw the Elves fury onto them. Killing the perpetrator would help the elves vent their anger.

Or maybe…

But before he finished contemplating the possibilities, one of Ange’s statements almost made him spit blood, “I saved it, the Elves are planting trees.”

“Pardon… Do you mean that you saved the Tree of Life?” Anthony asked, “What do you mean the Elves are planting trees?”

Ange nodded, “The burnt tree.”

“So what now? What’s the situation with the Tree of Life? How are the Elves feeling?” Anthony asked.

Ange scratched his head, answering, “The God of Life, left. The Tree of Life, became the World Tree.”

Anthony didn’t understand but forced a smile, “Sir, where has Lord Nage gone? Why not bring me in to chat with Lord Nage?”

Even the quick-witted and analytical Anthony, who has an uncanny knack for understanding complex situations and coming up with intuitive understanding, was left puzzled by Ange.