The little zombie is digging a hole, and Ange is holding an angel skeleton and stuffing it in, filling it with soil, leaving only one head exposed, just like when planting vegetables and transplanting seedlings.
Nigris didn't look at it: "Are you really planting it? What can you grow? You can't have one become two."
The next day, Nigris knew what he had planted, the fire of the soul. More than a thousand angel bones were buried in the ground, and a full twenty of them were blown by the wind of rest, and the fire of the soul was born.
These skeletons that gave birth to the soul fire were struggling instinctively, trying to crawl out of the ground. Unfortunately, they were buried too deep, with only one head exposed, and all their limbs were stuck in the soil, unable to use any force, making it impossible to get up.
"Yes, you can plant soul fire. Why didn't you think of it before? You don't need the holy bones. If you had known it, you would have planted it before. You can harvest souls once a day. Maybe I can break through the soul fire."
He put his head towards the holy skull and prepared to eat one.
The body that Negris' soul is connected to is the Corpse Witch Dragon, which was cultivated with its scales. The soul is very weak, because Ange randomly condensed one and stuffed it into it. The strength is about the level of a white-bone skeleton, and it can barely activate it.
Move this body.
Anyway, it is just a projection and does not require a strong soul, so Nigris is too lazy to upgrade. The little zombies run out to prey every day, and the angel skeletons will follow.
And when hiding from the wind of rest in the pit, they would reach out and learn from Ange to guide the cold breath to temper themselves, so their souls can often be seen growing.
But Nigris basically doesn't do these things, and his soul strength has never been high. Now that he sees so many of them for free, he just wants to take a bite.
Ange held down its head.
"What? You won't give it to me? You are too biased. I am angry when you do this." Nigris said angrily.
The angel skeleton and the little zombie just eat whatever they want without even giving one to themselves? They are all domesticated, why are they so partial? It’s not that they care about one or two soul fires, but that this approach is too irritating.
Ange glanced at it strangely, ignored it, and examined the soul in his head: "Ouch!"
The soul fire in his head was frightened, shaking desperately, struggling hard, and expressing fear.
Ange took back his breath, and the soul in his head slowly calmed down, and then Ange let out another 'ouch'.
After repeating this scare for five or six times, Ange let out a "ouch", and the newly born soul was still as frightened as the first time.
Ange took out the Soul Fire and handed it to Nigris.
Nigris finally understood: "Are you testing whether they are smart? If they are smart, they must have adapted after being scared by you so many times. Even a fish should learn not to bite the hook after being caught a few times. Than
If you are worse than a fish, you must be unintelligent."
Ange tilted his head: "What is a fish?"
"Uh, forget you haven't seen a fish, this is a fish." Nigris transferred some knowledge about fish to him.
"No, wisdom." Ange nodded and pointed at the soul.
After doing this, all the newly born souls were tested and found to be without intelligence.
Nigris was greatly disappointed and couldn't help but said: "Is this okay? The wilderness gives birth to so many souls every year, but I have never seen anyone with wisdom."
Ange pointed at the angel skeleton and little zombies fighting next to them.
"Well, these two don't count. Although they are both native, I doubt it was your luck that allowed you to find them." Nigris refused to admit it.
Anyway, the angel bones have been planted, and Ange is not going to put them away. Anyway, there are only a thousand of them. The remaining more than two thousand, except for the two that Feilin wants to take away, the rest are all stuffed back into the Palace of Rest.
I went to check once a day, and I could probably collect about twenty soul fires, but none of them were intelligent, and the last three little ones were divided on the spot.
Nigris also brought some ordinary skeletons and planted them in the ground, but the output rate of soul fire was much lower.
A hundred bodies were buried, sometimes one, sometimes none, and the yield rate was less than 1%. He was so angry that he dug them all out and threw them aside. Unexpectedly, when he dug them out, the yield rate was actually a little higher, reaching
One percent.
But with the soul fire, they ran away.
In addition to planting souls, Ange is also cultivating new brass dragons. Negris does not understand Ange's decision.
"Making a brass dragon again? It's a waste of essence and it won't grow big. To cultivate a brass dragon as big as mine requires twenty liters of essence. If the length is doubled, the essence will be doubled five times, but even if the length is doubled,
Even if it's twice as big, it's still a little dragon. I told you first, if I don't transfer to the new body, you will definitely ride on it together."
Even if its size doubled, it would still be a small dragon with no fighting power, but it could carry more things. Nigris believed that as long as he could carry it, these guys would all ride up together.
Ange ignored it and went to work on his own to make a new half-meter-long brass dragon. Because it was made of Nigris' scales, it looked exactly like Nigris.
After finishing the little dragon, Ange went for a walk in the field of holy corpses. It was still the same as yesterday. None of the condensed soul fires were intelligent.
Forget it, Ange turned around and ran to the World Forest, and soon found Feilin. The city lord of Lich City was working in the World Forest recently, learning how to plant the World Tree. If he learned it, he would be near Lich City by then.
Plant a world forest.
In fact, the most important thing to plant is the World Transfer Station, but Nigris objects. If the Wind of Rest is a defense arranged by the king, without the Tree of Rest, the World Transfer Station will lose a major barrier.
The original landing point chosen for the Stairway to Heaven was very dangerous. If the beam of light hadn't blown down all the nearby World Trees, those angels would have been too stubborn to hide under the nearby World Trees, otherwise they would have been killed.
Blow them all to death.
If they can't all be blown to death and there are hundreds of them left, everyone will be in trouble when dawn the next day.
Judging from these changes, the Wind of Rest is really aimed at the angels of the Holy Spirit, and at these angels who act on instinct after the disappearance of the gods. The immortal king more than a thousand years ago may have known what would happen in the future.
So just plant it far away, since the wind of rest will not affect the world transfer station.
"Hey, Lord Ange, are you looking for me?" Feilin was surprised.
Ange nodded: "Give it to me, Black Face."
Feilin was stunned: "Black face? You want black face? Uh, sir, that's a ghost, it's not delicious."
And it was Feilin's pet. Although it was stupid, it had been kept for hundreds of years and he didn't want to give it to anyone else.
"What? Reincarnate it into a brass dragon? You can't. It is a ghost and has no intelligence. How can it be reincarnated into a brass dragon?" Feilin was dubious.
If it was someone else who said this, Feilin would definitely leave in a slap in the face, but if Ange said it, he would have to take it with a grain of salt. Trees can even be planted wherever the wind of rest blows. What is impossible?
"Wisdom, it has simplicity." Ange said.
Just do this, then do that, then do that, then do that, and then do that.
The essence of life was poured onto the brass dragon, and the black-faced consciousness was drawn out and injected together. After fiddling with it, the brass dragon quietly raised its head and stared blankly at the people around it.
"I really let you do it, eh, what is this? A live brass dragon? We dragon clan have gone through so much trouble to hatch a baby dragon, but you did it like this, it's really... really
…….”
Nigris didn't even know what to say. The dragon family had difficulty in reproducing and their numbers were very few. It would take four to five hundred years just for the dragon eggs to hatch. If this young dragon appeared in front of the dragon family, those old people would
The dragons will be so excited.
At this moment, the black-faced brass dragon reincarnated suddenly let out a dragon roar in pain.
"Don't be nervous, the dragon clan's bloodline inheritance, we dragons rely on bloodline to pass on the memories and knowledge of our ancestors. As soon as a young dragon leaves the eggshell, it can possess most of the knowledge of its ancestors. Whether it is hunting or magic, it can be easily learned.
Some particularly important information can also be notified to all dragons and even dragonborn through the resonance of blood."
The black face let out painful dragon roars one after another, which made Feilin anxious to death, as if Lisa was about to give birth.
It took a long time for it to recover, and it screamed feebly at Feilin. No matter how many blood lines passed through it, it would still be the black-faced pet of Feilin.
Feilin touched its head distressedly, fed it, and talked to it to soothe its mood.
While chatting, Feilin raised his head with a strange expression and said, "Well, Black Face said, the Brass Dragon is extinct."