Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 668 - 369: No Wonder They are So Rich3

Chapter 668: Chapter 369: No Wonder They are So Rich_3

Well, okay, there’s no need to research so much. The fact that these snake lice feed on grain is enough to seal their fate.

“Yes, kill them off, let’s go, we’re going to kill so snake lice. Gargul set up a base deep in the marsh and used eggs to breed these creatures. He’s even hired so swordsn, and used corrupt thods to forcefully enhance their power. We’ll go and destroy that place first,” Negris said excitedly.

As soon as he turned around, Misha, waiting anxiously in the distance, quickly stood up: “Lord Summoner, take with you! Please, take , Misha.”

Ange and the others didn’t include her in their eting, so she had no idea what they were discussing. It was Negris’ loud declaration about destroying the enemy base that caught her attention. How could she miss out on such a great opportunity?

“What did you call ?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“Lord Summoner,” Misha replied, “You can summon the Dragon God. You’re a powerful summoner. Isn’t that right?”

When she ntioned the summoning of the Dragon God, all the others shot ‘caring’ glances at her, including the stranger amongst them, as if they were looking at a child.

Negris gave an awkward yet polite smile, “You must be mistaken.”

Eventually, they decided to bring Misha along, as she was familiar with the terrain and had a map of the entire marsh.

The hedgehog people, who had lived here all their lives, knew how to get ho but had no idea what else was in the marsh.

After verifying that Gargul’s base wasn’t in the sa direction as the hedgehog people’s village, Negris suggested they head back and stay vigilant. It was better if they left the swamp for so ti with their families.

Ange, Little Angel, Little Zombie, and Negris rode Hel, while Lightning carried Big Cat Durken, Feiti, and Luther. anwhile, Misha held on to a broomstick as they all flew towards the depths of the swamp.

Misha felt unsteady sitting atop the slender broomstick and envied Hel and Lightning. She couldn’t help but ask, “Why can they run across the swamp?”

“It’s just their nature. What’s up with your broomstick? Why is it smoking?” Negris asked, puzzled.

Misha turned around and found that her broomstick was indeed smoking. Panicked, she suddenly lost control and plumted from the sky.

Ange wafted his hand, and a gust of wind supported her, preventing her from crashing into the mud. He also brought the broomstick back.

Misha quickly thanked Ange and inspected the broomstick: “It’s broken. I’ve probably used it for too long, and the array core broke.”

Durken intervened, “It’s quite delicately made. Let see if I can fix it.”

“Oh, thank you so much. It doesn’t matter if you can’t fix it. I’ve used it for quite so ti. I have another one.” Misha handed Durken the broken broomstick and pulled out two identical ones from her storage space.

Feeling sowhat embarrassed, she suggested to the others, “If the horseback is too crowded, you can try riding this. I have more.”

Durken rolled his eyes and tossed the broomstick away.

Negris couldn’t help but comnt, “You’re really wealthy. I forgot to ask about your identity. A seventh-level wizard, staying alone in a marsh. Where are your followers?”

It was strange. A rich female wizard like her should have countless followers. It was unlikely she’d be alone in the swamp.

Misha scratched her head awkwardly: “There were too many. I couldn’t tell if they wanted to follow or court , so I quietly slipped away. Oh, right, I’m from the Mars Magic Tower, and my father is the current president of the Magician’s Guild.”

“The Magician’s Guild? Mars? As in the Mars from Stellaris?” Negris’s eyes widened. This female wizard had quite the background! No wonder she was so wealthy.