John weakly dragged a corpse wrapped in a straw mat to the Falling Dragon Canyon. Legend has it that hundreds of thousands of years ago, a giant dragon fell from the sky and hit the ground, cracking a canyon, so it was called the Falling Dragon Canyon. Dragon Canyon.
When he was young, John still had the idea of exploration and planned to find the fallen dragon. However, when he went to the canyon and took a look, he lost all interest.
"Instead of calling it Dragon Falling Canyon, it would be more appropriate to call it Guano Ditch." John boasted to his friends at the time in disappointment.
Whether it was the Falling Dragon Canyon or the Guano Ditch, they had now become corpse dumps and mass graves for the villagers. This was the sixteenth corpse he had dumped this month.
The straw mat was not tied tightly and was dragged along, and one hand of the corpse was exposed and scraped against the ground. The hand was thin and ragged, with only skin and bones left, as if it had starved to death.
John stretched out his foot and kicked the corpse's hand back into the straw mat. If possible, he would also like to make a coffin for the corpse. Unfortunately, that was not possible. The straw mat was the only thing that could be obtained in the village, because there was a piece of land at the entrance of the village. There are many raw materials for reed swamps and straw mats.
However, not many people have the strength to weave straw mats recently. They are all hungry. Since last year, there has been a famine in the village. There is less and less food to eat. After chewing reed roots for a while, people will starve to death. More and more.
I don't know if their village will still exist next year, or it may die out and be gradually buried by wind and sand. This doesn't seem to be a strange thing.
On the edge of Zhuilong Lake, you can see traces of some earthen walls from time to time. They are villages that have been abandoned due to various reasons for thousands of years, most likely due to famine.
It was John's initiative to bury the deceased because if he left the body in the village, something bad would most likely happen. However, he didn't know how long he could hold on because he was also hungry.
In the past two days, he has chewed some grass roots and white mud. The grass roots are okay, but the white mud will block the intestines. Many villagers who eat the white mud will die with bloated stomachs. It is very uncomfortable, but it is not as good as the feeling of being hungry. Getting up is nothing.
Alas, it’s all about enduring it anyway. Just take it one day at a time.
In fact, John still had a glimmer of hope to find the dragon. He had heard dragon roars in the Falling Dragon Canyon, and had seen a golden dragon flying across the sky several times.
If he could find the dragon and get its protection, his village would most likely survive.
It is said that the Oasis of Hope, two hundred kilometers away, has never been attacked by sand thieves, and has no famine or plague because of the protection of the dragon.
A few years ago, some businessmen who wanted to engage in re-export trade in the oasis came to Zhuilong Lake. When they talked about the legend of the dragon, the businessman also complained that the crops in the oasis were single and they could only eat green dates and little lambs all day long. Sour water and the like.
At that time, John wanted to blow his dog's head off on the spot and replace it with his own body. How dare you complain when you have something to eat? So what do they think of a place like these where they don't even have food? Is it hell?
Maybe that giant dragon is the one that protects the Hope Oasis. If it can take pity on and protect the Falling Dragon Lake, then I am willing to dedicate everything to worship it.
In front of him was the place where John dumped his body, a large pit of more than ten meters. He did not dare to throw the body directly into the Falling Dragon Canyon for fear that the dragon would be angry, but he also did not have the strength to dig a hole for each body and bury everyone, so he could only Throw them all together. When you have enough strength, sprinkle a thin layer of soil over them and bury them.
The corpse's hand was exposed again from the straw mat. John stretched out his foot to push it back into the mat, but as soon as his toes touched the corpse's hand, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten, and the corpse's hand actually grabbed his. Foot master.
"Ah!" John screamed with all his strength, struggled hard, broke away from the corpse's hand, kicked back, and accidentally retreated to the edge of the corpse pit, and cut his head in.
Before he landed, he felt someone supporting him. When he looked closely, he was so frightened that he foamed at the mouth and fainted, because the people supporting him were Aunt Barr and Uncle Bull who died a few days ago. At this time, they all climbed out of the straw mat, rolled their eyes, and faced John with their half-broken faces.
John who fainted didn't know how long it took before he slowly woke up. The heads of two young dragons came to him. One of the young dragons smiled and said to him: "Are you awake? I didn't scare you." Right? I’m sorry, we stomped our feet, but we stomped too hard. I’m sorry.”
"Dragon...Dragon...Dragon..." John was speechless.
"Oh, yes, yes, I am a dragon, a brass dragon. Just call me Neg. Are you a villager nearby?" Negris asked.
"Yes, yes, dragon, dragon, big... Sir, I, I, ah!" John has never left the village in his life, and all the information he has about the outside world is brought by businessmen from various places.
Even though he had been thinking about seeking shelter from the giant dragon just now, when he saw the giant dragon, which was still a young dragon, he was already speechless. Immediately he saw another incredible scene.
The corpses of the villagers that he put into the corpse pit, as well as some skeletons, all came to life, lining up and carrying things in an endless stream.
"Dead, dead, people, can they, can they, can they move?!" John pointed at the corpses that were carrying things not far away, looked at Nigris and Nellie in horror, and shouted tremblingly.
Nigris blinked, suddenly thought of something, ran to Ange, asked for something from him, and then returned to John.
A bag of grain was opened, revealing the golden grain inside, and then a fresh and juicy beetroot was handed to John: "Do you believe in immortality?"
John, who had only eaten some grass roots and white mud for two days, was instantly attracted by the sweet beetroot and grains. He swallowed hard and wanted to reach out but did not dare.
"Do you believe in immortality? These are gifts from the immortal god. If you believe in the immortal god, they are yours." Nigris said in a very sincere tone.
John grabbed the beetroot fiercely and bit into it with all his strength: "I believe it."
Ange looked up slightly in surprise, because he sensed a very strong belief and a thick soul flame floating over.
"Sweet, sweet?!" John's eyes sparkled.
"Sweet, eat slowly, they belong to you." Nigris patted it on the shoulder and flew up proudly: Did you see, I can also conquer the believers.
Obviously, it has always been brooding about what happened to the tauren aunt. Fortunately, Lisa didn't follow her, otherwise she would have laughed to death.
A large number of corpses became active under the presence of Ange's king. They knocked off large pieces of phosphate and dragon soil (feces), moved them to Ange, and then were transferred to the Palace of Rest by Ange.
On the farm.
These substances will be experimented by Ange to find out the corresponding proportions, and then buried into the soil together with volcanic ash, plant ash, bone meal and other substances to improve the soil's fertility.
He also unceremoniously scraped off all the soul moss and buried it in the soil. Other magical crops may not be suitable, but soul moss is best preserved in soil.
After digging enough phosphates corresponding to the Palace of Rest Farm, Ange did not let the corpses stop, but continued to dig and transport them. These things are good fertilizers and will need to be used on a large scale in the future. They should be dug up first and then find a way to transport them out.
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Transportation is actually a big problem. When it comes to transporting things in the desert, businessmen have the most say. For example, Jimmy will never use his precious cargo space to transport fertilizer. Even if he transports it out, others will not be able to afford it.
But will Ange care? As long as it is useful, he will be happy to use the Palace of Rest to transport things.
Nigris flew over, glanced at the still moving corpses in surprise and said, "These corpses have been moving for a long time. Can your King's Arrival last for so long?"
Ange said: "It's not mine, Locke's, they are permanent."
Nigris was shocked: "You mean, they have been reincarnated into undead creatures and will not disintegrate with the arrival of the king?"
Ange nodded.
The Arrival of the King can summon corpses, but they are time-effective and within the range of the skill. Ange can control them at any time and can drive them for a long time, but as long as they leave the range of the skill, they will soon disintegrate.
But now, Ange told it that these corpses have been reincarnated into undead creatures, which means that these corpses can continue to move without the influence of external forces.
Such a large-scale reincarnation is obviously not something that Ange's King's Arrival can achieve. It may only be possible for Jiangu Locke to achieve it. With Ange's ultimate transformation technique, can he really transform into Jiangu's strength?
Theoretically, it is possible. This is also the secret of the ultimate transformation. The legendary ultimate transformation is the ability to transform into a god, and then use the power of the god to beat the god to death.
However, legends are legends after all. Ange's ability to transform into the shape, breath and partial power of Bone Rock shocked Nigris. But judging from this situation, the moment Ange transformed, he might really have
The power of Bone Rock.
Does this vegetable-growing skeleton really have such terrifying mental power?
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, Ange's abnormality doesn't happen every day or two, just get used to it.
"I had a chat with that human, and I roughly know where this place is. The humans call this place the Falling Dragon Canyon. There is a large lake directly opposite the canyon. They call it the Falling Dragon Lake. There are two large rivers flowing into it from the west and the north respectively.
In this lake.”
"There are many oases and villages on both sides of the river, but the lake is a saltwater lake. There is a large amount of saline-alkali land on the lakeshore, which is not suitable for farming, so there are no villages around the lake. In recent years, because the water volume of the West River and the Beihe River has decreased, the lake has flooded the river when the tide rises.
, salt water flooded the farmland on both sides of the river, causing salinization and reducing food production, so now there is a famine."
"This human is called John. He came here for a funeral. Many of the villagers here are from his village. According to the notes written by the Great Druid of Spring Wind, he should have come here to look for salt-alkali-tolerant grasses and magic rice.
Hybridization, aiming to breed salt-alkali tolerant rice varieties."
At this point, Nigris' tone was already a little heavy, with regret and admiration: "As expected of a being close to the truth, this is the real great druid, who has been running for new rice seeds all his life. Unfortunately, the last step was not taken.
Complete, otherwise, rice seeds that can be grown on saline-alkali land will definitely be a magical thing that can change the world."
Ange tilted his head: "New rice species?" After Negris said so much, he noticed the new rice species.
"Uh, yes, it's not finished yet. The saltwater magic rice is named after the Great Druid of Spring Breeze." Nigris took out the planting manual and took a few glances at it.
Ange pointed towards the end of the canyon: "Is the lake there?"
Negris nodded. Falling Dragon Canyon was like a mark on the earth. The end of the mark was Falling Dragon Lake. It was not far away, like an exclamation point.
Judging from the shape, it really looks like something hitting the ground at high speed, plowing out a canyon and then bouncing, creating a large lake.
"Go and take a look." Ange suddenly said: "There is something there."
"There is something? How do you know?" Nigris asked in surprise: "You have never been here before."
"I just pulled them, and one of them was too big to pull up." Ange pointed to the moving corpses.
Nigris looked shocked, pulled them? Is the king coming?
If it was just now, Nigris wouldn't have felt that there was a problem. If you can't pull it, you can't pull it. There are many things that Ange can't afford. But after realizing that Ange has the strength to transform into Bone Rock, it can't
I feel so.
What is that corpse that even the tough-boned Locke can't lift?
Calling John over, John, who had finished chewing the beets, hugged the bag of grain tightly, took out a small handful, stuffed the shells into his mouth, and chewed the shells out while chewing.
"John, is there something in the lake?" Nigris asked.
"Yes, there are fish-men and water monsters."
"And there are water monsters? Besides water monsters?"
"Is there...salt?"
It was obvious that John couldn't ask anything else. We all discussed it and turned to the direction of the big lake. After walking less than three kilometers, the endless "sea" appeared in front of us.
If no one says this is a lake, everyone will definitely think of it as the sea, because it is so big that you can’t see the other side at a glance.
"No wonder there are tides, this lake is so big." Bruske couldn't help but sigh.
Someone lamented about his hometown, and John said proudly: "A businessman has traveled around the lake and said that it is at least 500 kilometers long from east to west and more than 400 kilometers long from north to south."
There are many plants growing in the wetlands around the lake. Even though it is a saltwater lake, some salt-alkali-tolerant plants are still growing tenaciously. There are even fish swimming in the gaps between the plants.
"Isn't it talking about the saltwater lake? Why are there fish?" Nellie asked curiously.
Negris covered his face and said with a smile: "The sea water is also salty, so of course there will be fish."
Nellie couldn't help but shrink her head. She realized that she had asked a stupid question. There are many more saltwater fish than freshwater species.
"Where are those? What kind of fish are those? They seem to be quite big." Nellie shrank her neck for a while, and suddenly pointed to the lake in the distance. She saw hundreds of traces on the lake, as if there were big fish swimming under the water.
Just like moving.
When John heard this, he turned around, his face changed drastically and he shouted: "No, that's not a fish, that's a murloc!"
When more than a hundred fierce and ferocious 'water monsters' emerged from the water and rushed toward them with their claws and open mouths, Brusk sighed: "Okay, a giant dragon must have died here. These
It's a crocodile. The crocodile was contaminated by dragon blood and evolved into something similar to a dragon."
"It's so ugly." Nigris said in disgust.
John, who was already preparing to run away, saw everyone so calm and couldn't help but said: "Uh, I...should we run?"
"Run? Why are you running?" Bruske smiled, arched his body, opened his mouth and roared at the shark crocodiles. A dragon-headed shadow appeared, opened his mouth, and groaned silently.
The running shark crocodile bleeds from all its orifices as it runs, its scales fall off, one head is cut off, and it dies silently.
John's eyes almost popped out when he saw it. Hundreds of shark crocodiles that could wipe out a village were actually roared to death by the man in front of him with his nostrils pointing upward. He found that what he encountered seemed to be something terrible.
It exists.
Ange moved a few tons of grain out, cooked it first, and then asked John to bring a bag of beets back to call for help. He called all the people nearby who were able to move. If he was too hungry to walk, he would cut a piece of beet for a cushion.
When hundreds of people from several nearby villages heard that they could eat all they wanted, they immediately rushed over with their families. When they saw the fragrant gruel, they knocked on the ground piously.
Waves of soul flames came over, but Ange was confused. He used food to invite people to dig things.
The well-fed villagers dug up a medium-sized dragon skeleton at the location pointed by Ange.