Ange dragged the little zombie down, and there were more and more 'people' on the road, including many skeletons and zombies. They were either carrying wooden baskets to transport things, or stirring the winch to lift water, and other repetitive tasks.
In these skeletons and zombies, Ange saw his own shadow. He himself was also a skeleton doing repetitive work, and his job was to grow vegetables.
With the existence of these skeleton zombies, Ange and the little zombies looked inconspicuous. The "people" on the road didn't even look at them, they were busy working on their own. I don't know why, but everyone's face looked worried and longing.
This is the first time Ange discovered that there are so many kinds of 'people' in the world. There are humans like Esk, there are minotaurs with a cow's head on their heads, and there are cavemen with hands longer than their feet and walking on their forelimbs.
There are also succubi with sheep's hooves and extremely hot bodies, and there are many kinds of them.
Of course, the largest number are skeletons and zombies. Almost all repetitive tasks are completed by skeletons and zombies, such as nooses, fetching water, and carrying things.
Holding the little zombie in one hand, Ange walked aimlessly. The further he walked, the more remote he became, and the fewer people there were. Finally, Ange found a piece of soft flat land in a remote corner of the underground city that extended in all directions, and stopped here.
Come down.
The reason for stopping is that the soil here is very soft, fertile, and moist. As a vegetable gardener, Ange is very sensitive to the soil. He can tell at a glance what kind of land can grow things.
The soil here is very fertile, but too wet, and there is no sunlight.
Even the farm in the Palace of Rest has sunlight, but the underground city does not. However, the lack of sunlight does not mean that there are no plants. There is a kind of glowing moss growing on the rock wall at the edge of the plain.
This did not surprise Ange, even the stones on the soil could grow moss, let alone an underground city without sunlight.
It had been a few months since he came here, and Ange hadn't planted anything for a long time. When he saw the soft soil and the plants that could grow, the vegetable-growing instinct engraved in his soul became a little unbearable.
There was no sunshine, no need to hide from the sun, no resting wind, no need to dig a hole in the ground. When he stayed, Ange simply played with moss and collected this kind of luminous moss everywhere.
While Ange was gathering moss, a fierce quarrel broke out in the underground city meeting hall.
The main quarrel was between two people, the succubus Lena and the goblin Clegg. The reason for the quarrel was that Eske failed to buy food, and the dungeon had to face a life-and-death situation, requiring them to make a final decision.
Lina said angrily: "Your proposal is inhumane, inhumane, and immoral. If you drive these people into the wilderness, they will die. You are killing people!"
Clegg said calmly: "I'm not a human being, so why would I be human? Isn't it the most moral thing to drive some people away in order to let other people live? If we don't do this, this time next year,
We will all starve to death."
Lina said angrily: "You are sophistry. Why do you decide which group of people to expel? How many people to expel? Which group of people to let live? You don't have this power."
Clegg said flatly: "It's not me who decides how many people are driven out, it's decided by the food. How many people can we feed with the food we have, and the rest will be driven out and let them fend for themselves. Otherwise, all the food will be exhausted."
, they will all die."
Lina said: "We can work harder to keep the magic lights on longer, and we can add more magic to them. If we all work together, we will be able to overcome the difficulties."
"This year has passed, what about next year?" Clegg said disapprovingly: "The population that this world can accommodate is not large to begin with. In the past, it was because of the world transfer station of the Undead Empire, and the wealth it left behind allowed us to support more.
After a thousand years, we really can’t hold on anymore. We shouldn’t resist this fate and let it return to its original position.”
After a pause, Clegg added: "Now that we are driving away the low-end population, we can also screen and retain more valuable high-end talents. When the food is exhausted, you will not be able to screen even if you want to. Noble
The mages will starve to death like cavemen, and the clever goblin engineers will rot like those succubus who can only flirt and charm people's hearts. That is the real waste."
When discussing the matter, she did not forget to trample the succubus. She was so angry that Lina turned her back and turned to Felin and said: "Master Felin, Clegg's proposal is too ridiculous and cruel. Please use your vote to veto it, Mr. Felin."
This is his proposal."
Feilin nodded: "It is indeed too cruel, but Lina, if it were me, I would suggest launching a natural disaster of the undead."
"What!?" As soon as Feilin finished speaking, not only Lina and Clegg, but also the entire council were woken up by fright.
As the name suggests, the undead natural disaster is a disaster that is initiated by the undead and turns everyone into undead. In other words, all living creatures in the dungeon are killed. This is even more cruel than Clegg's expulsion part.
And he can definitely do it. All the undead creatures in the city are obeying Felin's command. As long as he makes a thought, the undead natural disaster can be launched.
For a moment, everyone thought they had heard wrong, and Lina was even more unconvinced that Mr. Feilin, who had always been kind and approachable, actually said such terrible words, and instinctively wanted to find a reason for him: "What Mr. Feilin meant was,
Will everyone be reincarnated as a lich?"
Feilin shook his head: "Without so much material, at most three or five reincarnations are meaningless."
"What do you mean?" Clegg asked cautiously. He could accept part of the expulsion because he couldn't be expelled, but if it was a natural disaster of the undead, then he would have to compete with others for these three or five reincarnations.
quota.
Feilin sighed leisurely and asked earnestly: "Do you know what is the greatest achievement of the development of the underground city to this day?"
This topic was a bit too exciting, and everyone shook their heads in astonishment.
"It's an atmosphere of harmonious coexistence. When everyone first came here, tauren and goblins were still feuding, succubi were still slaves of humans, and many races were each other's food. Do you know what hungry people will do after the food is exhausted?
?”
Some people guessed what Feilin was going to say, and a solemn look appeared on their faces. This was indeed a possibility they had not thought of before.
"They would clean the calf that the cow lady next door had just given birth to and throw it into the pot. They would skewer the gnomes and sprinkle them with seasonings and put them in the oven. They would chop off the hooves of the succubus and make soup."