Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1449: 1110: The Lord of Mourning Pushes the Airship

Chapter 1449: Chapter 1110: The Lord of Mourning Pushes the Airship for Them

“I’ll topple the Friel Empire and snatch back the Friel Queen!” Aji, a border guard of the Divine Light Alliance, waved his hand towards the void outside the porthole and shouted loudly.

Beside him, Old John, a veteran sentry with a towel over his face, said leisurely, “It takes eight months on an airship to get to the Friel Empire.”

Although Bess and Huo Man only spent four months on an airship to reach the Friel Empire, they were on a high-end luxury airship, which was much faster.

If it were a regular troop transport airship, it would be much slower, taking about seven to eight months. Upon hearing this number, Aji imdiately changed his tune, “I want to get married, I want to marry Mary from the village as my wife.”

Bess and the others, after four months on the airship, couldn’t wait to land the mont they saw the plane, not wanting to stay inside for another minute.

Even on a luxury airship, with only four people plus two Mourning Undead Soldiers, there was plenty of room, and everyone had their own private space.

If it were a cramped and simple troop transport airship, cramming a dozen or so n into the cabin for eight months would be unbearable, enough to drive one mad or sick.

Therefore, during long-distance military expeditions, forces would establish bridgeheads or waystations along the way so that soldiers, almost driven insane by confinent, could get so air and rest before resuming the journey.

But there isn’t much difference between an eight-month journey and four two-month journeys—they are both daunting.

Even if they rested once every two months, the thought of going through the sa ordeal seven more tis made many people start crying for their fathers and mothers at the first transfer station, wanting to return ho.

So new recruits who had never been on an airship went on board excitedly, but once they were up, it was hard to co back down.

Aji, having travelled by airship frequently, and Old John, both found it unbearable to stay on an airship for a week at a ti; the thought of sitting for eight months was too much, so Aji imdiately cast aside the Queen of Friel, finding Mary from the village far more alluring.

Old John wiped off his towel and looked at Aji with surprise: “So you fancy Mary? You’ve got taste. Mary’s hardworking, robust, can carry a pig on her back, and is fantastic at managing household affairs. She’s a good girl, but it’s a pity her husband died early. But can your little fra handle it…”

Just as he said this, the airship’s detection Array suddenly flickered, and the red lights on both sides of the airship flashed rapidly. Aji and Old John looked outside, only to see a pitch-black airship quickly ‘whoosh’ past through the void ahead.

“Was there… sothing that just flew past?” Aji and Old John exchanged glances. There was no sound in the void, and if the red lights hadn’t been flashing continuously, they would have doubted if it was just a fignt of their imagination.

Confirming with each other’s gaze that they hadn’t been seeing things, the two sprang into action. Aji started up the airship to chase after the object in front, signaling with lights as they pursued.

And Old John quickly activated the communication Array, reporting the situation to the rear and requesting assistance in the interception.

Before Old John could finish reporting, Aji couldn’t hold back his screams: “It’s too fast, too fast, what kind of airship is this? Is it on aphrodisiacs? So fast that I nearly can’t see its tail lights anymore.”

“Speed up, don’t let it get away,” Old John shouted. “There’s a border patrol flying car team nearby, it can’t outrun the patrol cars.”

“Okay, catch them, go back to collect the reward, marry the sister-in-law, Captain, did you recognize where the airship is from?” Aji yelled excitedly.

Old John declared confidently, “That direction only leads to the Great Speaker’s territory and the Friel Empire, and the Great Speaker doesn’t have an airship this delightful, no one in the whole Alliance does, it must be from the Friel Empire, catch it and dismantle its power Array.”

The airship in front stopped, a bunch of patrol flying cars surrounded it with great montum, soon after they nodded and bowed apologetically, scattering away. They called Old John and Aji over for a scolding, telling them to treat their distinguished guests well, then slinked away without a backward glance.

Old John’s heart plumted into an icy abyss. The response of the border patrol confird one thing: this Airship had an astonishingly powerful background, so that’s why they sneaked away without even saying hello. Damn it, had he stopped soone he shouldn’t have?

Trembling, he made his way over to the Airship on the other side. Watching a Little Yellow Dragon examining a badge over and over, it waved its hand at him when it saw him approaching: “Is it really that scary? Do you recognize what this is?”

Old John’s legs went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling as he said: “The… the Divine Light Alliance… Good… Good Friend Badge, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, esteed guests. I didn’t know you were Alliance Friends, I’m sorry, I didn’t an to stop you.”

“Don’t panic, you were just doing your job. We entered Alliance territory without reporting, so it’s normal for you to intercept. What’s there to apologize for? Stand up and talk.” Negris said with a pleasant expression.

Old John stood up shakily, his head bowed, not knowing what to do with his hands or feet, he had never seen such distinguished individuals in his life. Alliance Friends? He had only heard of them, never seen one before.

Negris asked curiously, “Can you identify this badge? Aren’t you afraid I’m using a fake to bluff you?”

Negris’s tone made Old John relax a bit, and he weakly replied: “The badge has purple-gold bones on it; they are hard to fake. If it were fake, I’d be even more afraid. It would an you killed a Mourning Undead Soldier and wouldn’t mind killing an old soldier again.”

Hard to counterfeit purple-gold bones? Negris’s eyes shifted, considering whether to pull out a complete Mourning Skeleton to scare him for a second, but after so thought, decided to drop the mischievous idea and instead asked:

“Is this badge really that powerful? You seem quite frightened? The others speeding in their vehicles were too; they didn’t dare stop and just ran.”

It indeed felt like the badge was frightening people. Wasn’t it just a Good Friend Badge of the Alliance? If it stood for friendship, why was everyone so afraid?

Old John glanced at Negris, thinking it was asking knowingly, but seeing Negris’s innocent face, didn’t seem like it was pretending.

After hesitating for a mont, Old John finally said: “Only the Great Speaker can issue the Good Friend Badge, and with it you can request protection from Mourning Undead Soldiers, who are… not easy to communicate with.”

“Hard to communicate? You an ‘inhuman,’ right? Are they fierce? Do they kill people?” Negris asked.

Old John nodded quickly.

Behind him, Anthony ca over and whispered a few words.

Negris quickly changed the subject: “Let’s not talk about that. Where is your station? Take us there so we can rest a bit.”

“Ah? No, no, our station is just a small village, too rudintary to entertain esteed guests like yourselves. I’ll take you to the nearest Great Planar Starfall Land right away,” said Old John anxiously.

What a joke, inviting a group of VIPs with Alliance Friend Badges to their tiny, run-down village? One bit of dissatisfaction and all the villagers could lose their heads. Now you know why those border patrols fled so fast.

Negris, however, was not pleased: “Humph, do you know why our Airship can fly so fast? Bret pushed it. If you stop us, we’ll have to push it again to regain our previous speed. Hurry up and take us to your station, otherwise I’ll call Bret over to push again.”

Bret? That na sounds familiar. Old John blinked, and when he rembered to whom the na belonged, his face turned white at once.

“Please, please, esteed guests this way, there’s no need to bother Lord Bret. I’ll call the entire border patrol team back to tow you; we’ll definitely tow you faster and more stable. Please, do not call Lord Bret,” Old John pleaded in a panic.

If Mourning Undead Soldiers were fierce, then Lord Bret, a purebred Lord of Mourning, was even fiercer. What kind of people were these, to have the Lord of Mourning push their Airship?