Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 338: 212: Haha, Caught an Undead1

Chapter 338: Chapter 212: Haha, Caught an Undead_1

“Roar!” Ange roared, releasing a raging Soul Impact. The skulls of field mice, each busy turning over seeds, exploded one after another, leaving a ground littered with death.

“Eh? Mice? How are there mice here?” Serene asked, taken aback.

“There are no mice here? How can such a large mountain range not have mice?” Negris was surprised.

“Of course not, I frequently co up here and have never seen a single mouse. Look at how barren this mountain is, what could mice possibly eat to survive?” Serene explained.

That made sense. Mice aren’t Undead, and although they’re known for their tenacity, they still require food to live. The mountains were full of rocks and nearly devoid of vegetation, so how could they possibly sustain mice?

“So, where did these mice co from?” Inquired Negris, curious.

A weak and flitting voice ca from the depths of the mountain cave. The voice, timid and fearful, said, “It … it was who brought them over. I didn’t know this was your territory, I won’t dare to do it again, I promise.”

With the voice, a wisp of smoke erged from behind a stone in the cave, its form wavering uncertainly, shrinking back as it drifted forward.

“An Undead?” It was actually an Undead. “You used Soul Impact on it?”

Ange shook his head. He hadn’t noticed the other party at all. Under his Soul Impact, this Undead was no different from those mice, so naturally, he didn’t notice it.

Undead and witches belong to the high-level Undeads because they possess intelligence.

Skeletons and zombies must reach the levels of Golden Skeletons and Iron Skin Zombies to gain intelligence, although it is relatively low.

It’s different for witches and Undeads; from the mont of their birth, they possess intelligence. If they reincarnated from other intelligent creatures, they could even retain mories and knowledge from their past lives.

This gives them a greater advantage over skeletons and zombies, making them the backbone of the Undead.

Almost all the high-ranking mbers of the Undead Empire are Undeads and witches, with few exceptions, such as Steadfast Locke.

Among them, the number of Undeads is far less than that of witches. Witch City has several witches, including Feilin and Lisa, and the Ice City’s Lan is also a witch. However, the entire Resting Abyss has no Undeads, highlighting the difficulty of the birth of an Undead.

Undeads are the Undead creatures condensed purely by souls, and their souls are naturally purer than others. Even at a low level, they possess greater advantages than skeletons and zombies of the sa level.

However, this advantage did not manifest in front of Ange. A Soul Impact not aid at it; Ange didn’t even notice its existence, yet this Undead was nearly dispersed.

Drifting in front of Ange, the Undead timidly said, “I’m … I’m sorry, my Lord. I didn’t an to. I really didn’t know this was yours. My pets were hungry, and I saw food on the ground, so … so …”

“You’re raising these mice? What’s your na?” Negris asked.

“My lord, my na is Fe … Feirick.” Feirick replied.

“How did you end up here?” Negris asked.

“I’m a rchant, preparing to go to the human domain to purchase goods,” Feirick responded.

“As a rchant, why do you travel with mice?” Negris asked, puzzled.

Feirick hesitated for a mont, glanced at Ange, and said helplessly, “Sir, this is my secret. There are many rifts and caves in the Central Mountain Range. Although so are small, they can still be passed through. My pets can help sniff out passable paths.”

Unwillingly but honestly, Feirick answered. Negris relayed to Ange through his soul, “He seems to have misunderstood sothing, probably mistaking us for local high-ranking Undead.”

This was quite normal, Ange was a Golden Skeleton, and based purely on Soul Strength, he could suppress Feirick, let alone being the Undead God. In the Undead world, where levels are distinguished by Soul Strength, Ange completely overwheld him, scaring him was only normal.

Understanding this, Negris knew what to do. He asked, “You are a rchant, so what do you primarily deal with? Where are your goods?”

Feirick reluctantly pulled out a Space Ring, thinking, “I’ve lost big this ti running into a high-ranking king. Well, it’s better to lose wealth than to invite disaster.”

As an Undead rchant, Feirick’s soul was not very strong, roughly equivalent to the level of an Ashbone Skeleton. For an Undead, this was considered the lowest level; any weaker, and the soul wouldn’t be able to materialize.

This was why Undeads were so scarce. Upon birth, they needed to have the Soul Strength of an Ashbone Skeleton. If they didn’t have such strength, they wouldn’t be able to be born.

But while Feirick had soul strength, he didn’t have much fighting strength. As an accountant in his forr life, his skills were useless after becoming an Undead, making him less effective than an ordinary wizard.

Although he had the Undead Holy Fire and could learn knowledge quickly, he didn’t want to live under the rule of any Undead saints. Naturally, he didn’t get any special opportunities. So, in the end, he decided to beco a rchant.

After all, he was immortal, and even if he lost money in his business, he couldn’t starve to death.

As a rchant, he had to go to the human world. The Undead didn’t have any comrcial interests; they slept through three out of every four months, only waking up and moving around during the eternal night.

However, to reach the human world, the Central Mountain Range was a natural barrier. Humans had set up many warning towers, defense towers, and soul towers on top of the mountains which were designed to specifically oppress the Undead. Being an Undead himself, Feirick had a hard ti crossing over.