Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 326 - 206 Staring Contest1

Chapter 326: Chapter 206 Staring Contest_1

A ‘sound’ carried in the Resting Wind ca from far away. It wasn’t the kind of sound one would hear with ears, rather, it was a ssage similar to how a Little Sapling would ‘try hard to grow? The ssage in the Resting Wind roughly ant: get out of the way my fur is ssed up

Ange sprinted with an air bubble, and quickly, almost suddenly, bumped into another one.

This was a massive bubble. The Resting Wind blew here, but it quietly circumvented it, forming a windless space resembling the World Tree.

The source of this bubble was a Giant Beast. It had a huge body, about sixty ters in diater, entirely covered in fluffy fur that propped it up into a ball.

This ball was just there, its Big Mouth gaping, letting out a silent roar at the Resting Wind: get out of the way my fur is ssed up

The Resting Wind surprisingly obeyed and circled around it.

With the fuzzy ball at its center, a range of two hundred ters in diater experienced much milder wind, like being inside the protective circle of the World Tree Windshield Forest.

Ange unsuspectingly invaded this bubble area, and locked eyes with the Big Mouth.

The eyes of the Big Mouth blinked, blinked again, then it turned its head, continuing to roar silently at the air. It might have thought it was roaring, but Ange thought it looked more like a sigh. Regardless, the Resting Wind circled around it obediently.

Ange was ignored. To a Giant Beast with a diater of sixty ters, a human being was as insignificant as an ant. When compared to the Resting Wind, a human intruding into the bubble mattered little.

Realizing the Big Mouth ignored him, Ange tiptoed out of the bubble, backed to the area where the Resting Wind prevailed, and crouched on the ground.

He had the Little Sapling shielding him, so the Resting Wind evaded him, forming an approximately half-ter wide circle with the Little Sapling at the center. Inside this circle, he wouldn’t be eroded by the Resting Wind.

Ange’s soul resided within his head, which was within this bubble’s radius. As he crouched on the ground, more than half of his body was positioned inside the bubble and thus not hard by the Resting Wind, as long as he remained still.

Ange hunkered down outside the bubble, scrutinizing the Giant Beast. Aside from the World Tree, this was another lifeform he encountered capable of neutralizing the harmful effects of the Resting wind. Its fluffy appearance made it impossible to be a creature from the Resting Abyss. Where did it co from?

As he observed, he noticed the fur beneath the Giant Beast start to stir. Two Paladins wearing weathered Holy Armour of Light crawled out, leading several ragtag zombies.

A tal stake was hamred into the ground, and the zombies were tied to it. The two Paladins started digging a pit. After a while, the young Paladin complained, “Can’t we just toss them in and be done with it? Why do we have to bury them?”

The older Paladin tersely replied, “Can’t you hear the whizzing wind outside? Toss them in directly and the Dinsion Beast will kill them instantly when it leaves.”

“They’re already dead,” muttered the young Paladin under his breath, looking nonplussed.

After digging for a while, probably finding the task too boring, the young Paladin complained, “Captain, what is this place? Why do the higher-ups value it so much that they secretly place corpse-eating fungi here?”

The older Paladin sneered, “What gave you that illusion? Do you think they would send just the two of us if they valued this place?”

The young Paladin wasn’t happy, “Captain, what do you an by that?”

“Humans should know their limitations. With our strength, what significant task can we perform? This task is clearly not essential, whether we succeed or not. Yet you’re still upset? I’m hoping to get such tasks everyday. If we succeed, there’s no credit, if we fail there’s no bla. Isn’t that convenient?”

“You sly old fox,” muttered the young Paladin. He was still young and yet held ambitions to make significant contributions, to earn divine blessings, to wield influence, to rise rapidly, not to accept a life with little ambition like the older Paladin.

Seeing the reaction of the young Paladin, the older one revealed a knowing expression and chuckled, “Can’t say it’s not important either. Any task involving Dinsion Beasts is indeed important. It seems the higher-ups want to nurture you.”

“Really? I knew it.” The young Paladin perked up, energized. His digging sped up significantly.

No one told him that if the words of a comrade feel bad, they might be truthful. But if those words sound good and are easily accepted, they might be fibs.

When the topic of Dinsion Beasts was brought up, the young Paladin seed uneasy. He glanced at the Giant Beast and asked in a low voice, “Captain, why is such a huge monster so obedient?”

The older Paladin chuckled, “You got it wrong. When was it obedient? Try ordering it and see if it obeys. There must be an agreent between it and the higher-ups for it to act this way. Otherwise, even if you stood naked in from of it, sprinkled with salt and spices, it would still ignore you.”

“That’s good, that’s good. Ignoring is best,” the young Paladin was relieved. The vigor from his youth was gone, and he sighed in relief, “With one swipe of its claw, it could squash us into at pies.”

Before long, the pit was dug. The two Paladins pulled up the stake, placed it at the bottom of the pit and tied the zombies to it. Then they dripped so sort of liquid on the ropes.