Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 780 780: 445: Can I Return the Damaged Item Received

Chapter 780: Chapter 445: Can I Return the Damaged Item Received?_3

Ange tossed all nine Life Gems into the flowerpot, holding on to just one in his hand.

The gems were filled with flowing turquoise, now known to be of so power. However, no matter how Ange looked at it, it was beyond his reach, and it seed that only the Little Sapling could absorb it.

Upon lifting the flowerpot, Ange saw that the Little Sapling had already absorbed the turquoise from one gem. The flower bud atop the sapling had grown a little, but the Little Sapling didn’t absorb any more gems. Instead, it moved its roots around, burying the gems in the soil of the flowerpot.

Ange tilted his head. Perhaps it had eaten its fill?

It probably had; Ange could feel the Little Sapling brimming with life, as if it emanated the precise mont before a seed sprouts.

The Little Sapling was a unique life form, and Ange had no gardening experience that he could apply to it. This included the growth experience of the aged Tree of Life, none of which was applicable to the Little Sapling.

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The old tree also didn’t understand why the Little Sapling was maintaining its current ‘sapling’ state. Despite it emanating a powerful life force as can be seen from its branches, denoting a massive Tree of Life, the body of the tree remained a sapling, rooted in the tiny flowerpot.

The turquoise life force contained in the Life Gems was the only thing that the Little Sapling was interested in and could stimulate its growth, but no one knew what it would ultimately bring forth.

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On the cliff next to Rapids Fortress, Silver Coin pointed at the terraced fields and said, “Lord, all the farmlands of Rapids Fortress are here. This used to be a mining area. After all the ores were extracted, the local people hired an Earth Elent Mage who summoned a Mudstone Giant from the foot of the mountain to hard climb up and convert this place into farmland.”

Ange nodded indifferently. He had grown Soilless Rice without soil before, and now confronted with terraced fields with soil. All that mattered was that he had a place to plant his crops.

He grabbed a handful of the soil and found that it had lost its fertility. The soil here was laid on top of rocks—a thin layer of about one ter—which was rendered unusable after depleting its nutrients.

It wasn’t like the ground soil, which was thicker. When the nutrients on the surface were depleted, one could let the fields lie fallow for several years. The nutrients at the bottom would then be dissolved by the rain and return to the surface, making the soil fertile again.

But this didn’t deter Ange. He planned to improve the fertility of the terraced fields by mixing in bone al, wood ash, compost, and a bit of insect ash from the nearby phosphate mines.

After planting so Axe Potatoes that were suitable for the local temperature and humidity, Ange focused on the cetery next to the terraced fields.

The biggest difference here from the Master Plane might be that outside every city, there was a cetery. The number of grave heads in a cetery may be more than the living population of the city it was next to.

For instance, the cetery outside Rapids Fortress had over a hundred thousand graves, which was ten tis the population of Rapids Fortress. If just one percent of the skeletons rose from these graves, they could maintain order in Rapids Fortress.

However, since two months ago, no more Skeleton Zombies had risen, and Rapids Fortress lost the ability to maintain order. The city managed to stay functioning for two months due to inertia, but it couldn’t go on any longer.

Such a situation had occurred worldwide. No one knew what to do, but everyone understood that the collapse of the old order would inevitably bring destruction and death.

Hoofs sounded out, and at the end of the mountain road, five knights rushed towards them, riding Undead Bone Horses.

The lead knight yelled anxiously, “Hurry, there’s nobody visible on the mountain road; sothing must have happened at Rapids Fortress. Thankfully, we have the Undead Scepter and can summon the undead from the cetery. As long as there are people alive in the fortress, everything can be restored.”

The five knights quickly reached the cetery and stord in. The leading knight pulled out a skull-headed scepter and raised it high. “Arise, undead souls. Obey my command and awaken from your slumber!”

Gloomy blue flas sprung from the eye sockets of the skull on the scepter.

Ange was not far from the cetery gate but he was on the terraced fields, separated by two or three steps. The power of the scepter affected him too, a weak force trying to push him to kneel.

This left Ange puzzled, but with a slight struggle, he easily dispersed the weak force exerted on him.

The flas in the eye sockets of the skull scepter held by the leading knight suddenly dispersed with a hiss… disappeared…

The knights were stunned for a mont and the leader tapped the scepter in confusion, “Why did it go out? Was there a wind?”

He lifted it up again and shouted, “Arise, undead souls. Obey my command and awaken from your slumber!”

The cetery was silent, and the flas in the skull’s eye sockets did not reignite. The lead knight muttered, “I think we got a broken one. It went out straight away. What do we do?”

“Can… can we return it?”