The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons

Chapter 60 What is your magic skill?
Carrying a small bucket full of the liquid of the breath of death, Fei Lin floated to Ange's tiankeng with joy. This is the liquid of death that he blew out for three nights, using magic to speed up and guide the wind of rest. , ten times more than what was produced in the camp that day.

Of course, he was also very tired, and the wind accelerated the wind of rest overnight. Even if Lord Ange had more spring stones, it would not be easy to produce so many.

With enough liquid of death's breath, Filmin quickly researched some of its functions, such as repairing and filling bones, toughening zombie skin and flesh, accelerating soul growth, catalyzing breath soil, etc. It is almost an enhanced version of the wind of rest, It's just more effective and less harmful.

The wind of rest will blow to the soul, but the liquid of death breath will not. As long as the soul is not immersed in it, it will be fine to take a bath.

Entering the tiankeng, you can see angel skeletons, small zombies and brass dragons all soaked in large leather buckets from a distance.

"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of rotting?" Filin could still accept the angel skeleton taking a bath. The little zombie and the brass dragon are both corpse witches, and they will rot when soaked in water.

Negris' long neck drooped on the lip of the barrel. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids, raised his small paws, and the liquid of rest flowed down its toes.

Ferrin's eyes widened, he jumped to the bucket and looked inside, exclaiming, "You really take it for a bath? Where did you get so much liquid of death breath?"

Negris raised his claws and pointed to the top of the tiankeng without raising his head, and asked lazily, "What are you doing here? Is there anything?"

Filinti shrank back the hand of the barrel, and was embarrassed to take it out: "I'll see the adults, and report some information by the way. I'll go to the adults first."

Negris shook his little paw, so comfortable that he didn't even bother to reply.

Is it really that comfortable?Filmin looked at the small bucket in his hand and considered whether to go back and use it to take a bath, but at his speed, it was not easy to save enough for the bath.

When he came to the top of the pit, Fei Lin saw Ange who was digging soil. The watchman was waving a hoe, like a skilled old farmer, digging a hole in the ground, and the soil in the hole was piled up on both sides, forming a A mud dam above the ground.

"My lord, I wish you peace of mind, what are you doing?" Fei Lin greeted.

Ange tilted his head and didn't know how to answer, so he simply didn't answer and continued to dig a hole.

Ferrin was used to Anger's reaction and didn't care. He walked over to the mound to take a look. What he saw made him lose his mind, and his foot slipped and fell.

I saw a large fan-shaped pit dug out by Ange on the ground. The arc edge of the fan surface was flush with the ground, and then gradually deepened and narrowed. It was already half a person deep at the center corner. On the sideline, add the edge to one person's height.

The arc edge of the fan-shaped is facing the direction of the wind of rest, and a pile of non-dry spring stones is piled up in the earth ditch at the center corner. This arrangement can see its effect at a glance.

The wind of rest blows in from the edge of the arc, shrinks to the middle because of the edge, and finally converges at the central corner of the circle, creating a larger air volume.

"Why can't I think of it? Why can't I think of it? Why can't I think of such a simple method? I put magic for three nights in a foolish way." Fei Lin was so embarrassed that he made up his mind not to leave. The enjoyment of the liquid bath depends on whether the skin is thick or not.

As night fell, the wind of rest rose, and hiding in the leeward cave, Fei Lin watched the wind of rest blow violently, and the liquid of the dead spring dripped tick by tick, and finally merged into a small stream that flowed to the big river in front of Ange. pit.

This kind of efficiency is really too high. In less than 10 minutes, a bucket was full. Ange immediately transferred it to the Palace of Rest and watched it dissipate quickly.

One night, Ang went on and on like this, transferring a bucket when it was full, making sure that the bucket was always empty.

For more than ten hours, nearly thirty barrels, about one cubic meter of liquid of death breath, were transferred into it.

The Palace of Rest seems to have changed a bit, but I can't see any changes.

Ange didn't care, and continued at night. For eight nights in a row, a full nine cubic meters of liquid of death's breath was transferred into the Palace of Rest.

From the third day onwards, Ange felt a change. The speed of the liquid of death's breath began to dissipate. It might take 3 minutes to dissipate completely, but now it takes three and a half minutes. On the fourth day, it becomes 10 minutes. .

On the eighth day, a bucket of liquid of death breath could not be dissipated in an hour, which was almost the same as the speed of the outside world. After a few baths of the little zombies for an hour, the liquid of death breath was almost completely dispersed. It seemed to be the palace of rest. Inside, the concentration of death breath has reached saturation again.

Then, a huge flame ignited in the main hall of the Palace of Rest, and a beam of light rose into the air, drawing an arc, and crashing into Ange's consciousness with lightning speed.

With a rush, the body of Anger in the outside world ignited a pitch-black flame.

Negris, who noticed the abnormality, retracted his consciousness with crawling and rolling, and let the main brass book in the Palace of Rest fly to Ange's side, and asked eagerly, "What's wrong with you? Is there anything? What happened? already?"

Ange reached out and pointed to the main hall of the Palace of Rest.

Only then did Negris notice the flames on the main hall: "Hey, the fire of the undead? The main flame of the dead fire is lit? That's it?"

The fire of the undead ignited by the undead temple in the dungeon is the source of undead belief, people worship it, and pious faith will make it flourish.

But no matter how many undead fires there are, they have only one ultimate source, and that is the main flame, which is the source of all undead fires and the ultimate source of the belief in 'immortality'.

However, the fire of the undead in the Temple of the Undying is lit. It doesn't matter whether there is a main flame or not. As long as there is sufficient faith, the ordinary fire of the undead can also become the main flame.

"Only the fire of death?" Negris asked.

If there is only such a change, Negris will feel very disappointed, but he sees Anger getting on fire, and it is a black flame, and the movement is very large.

"Also, the beam of light, here." Ange pointed to the main flame of the death fire, and then pointed to himself.

After listening to Ange's description, the brass books snapped together and said jealously, "That's the godhead, well, you are no longer a false god, you have a godhead. Generally, after mastering the godhead, you will awaken some people who are related to the godhead. A magical skill that matches your beliefs, what is your magical skill? Is it a halo of shit luck?"

(End of this chapter)