Chapter 140 - Chapter 140: Chapter 119: A Sand Thief is Digging Your Land (Two in One)_2

Chapter 140: Chapter 119: A Sand Thief is Digging Your Land (Two in One)_2

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Little Zombie ran out from the newly built house. It had retreated there to avoid the increasingly harsh sunlight, it ran out under Angel s command, quickly making rows of furrows with its small hands, then sprinted back into the house, panting and sticking out its tongue as though about to die from the heat.

Zombies don’t pant, but it was putting on an act for Ange because it wanted to slack off.

Ange ignored it. While other undead sustained damage to their souls when exposed to sunlight, Little Zombie and Angel Skeleton were immune to it. They had a soul connection to Ange and could replenish their soul energy at any time. They would actually be healthier with some sun.

While Little Zombie was digging, Ange began peeling the green dates and extracted the pits.

Inspecting the pits, Ange found them rather hard, so he cracked them open. A cracked pit would germinate much faster and have a higher germination rate than an uncracked one.

Cutting the axe potatoes into chunks, he made sure each one had at least one bud. He spaced each one apart alternately planted a date seed.

Once everything was planted, he took out the small sapling and put it on his head.

The little sapling eagerly waved its little leaves as if to say: Grow stronger, grow stronger!

Just as Ange was about to activate his aura by the footprint, came Negris’ resigned voice from afar, “What are you doing now…?”

“Farming!” Ange answered confidently.

“Alright, alright.” Negris flew over with a headache, “But why are you planting here?”

Negris knew from Ange’s tone that he couldn’t deter him. This Farming

Skeleton had left Klun Town obediently once, making a concession once.

However, this really was not a good place for planting crops. Would crops grow in Sand?

What’s more, the Dragon-slaying Knights would arrive soon. Wouldn’t all the plants vanish then?

Negris had a reason for asking. He was prepared to discourage Ange with the argument ‘this was not your land’. But Ange took out a piece of paper, “Here, mine.”

“Pfft! Who made this for you?” Negris almost spat out blood. In the blink of an eye, Ange even had a land certificate. Who could stop him from farming his own land now?

Ange ignored him and stepped down, activating his aura.

The luxurious sandstone houses that had just popped up and the miraculous spectacle in front of them once again astonished the crowd of Oasis Sand People who had followed. The field, abandoned for several years due to the regression of water magic, was now sprouting innumerable amount of green shoots, even a few date saplings emerged.

All the people were drawn towards it in excitement. They looked at the greenery before their eyes and murmured to themselves under their breath.

Ange quickly removed the footprint because some people had already entered the range of the aura. If he kept it active, these people would age rapidly.

The accelerated growth of the shoots and saplings suddenly stopped, but it had already shocked everyone. They knelt outside the field and worshipped fervently: “It’s a miracle, it’s a miracle. The Dragon God has descended!”

Negris, who originally found Angel s actions absurd, suddenly felt indignant hearing the humans’ cries: “What Dragon God? Does your Dragon God know how to farm?”

Just then, a resonant dragon’s cry echoed from the sky. A gigantic golden figure pierced out from the cloud, descending like a golden arrow speeding towards the earth.

As it neared the ground, the golden arrow twirled sharply, extending its wings. Its descent speed suddenly slowed down dramatically. It twirled like a fallen leaf spiraling down, and finally, it landed on the ground.

As soon as its feet touched the ground, the entire land seemed to sink slightly.

Well, now the Sand People found their real target. They quickly turned around and began to kneel and bow towards the colossal golden figure.

But that colossal tigure paid no heed to the Sand People. Its gaze was fixated on Negris, its eyebrows furrowed in confusion. After a moment of hesitation and disbelief, it called out tentatively: “Uncle &#38160&#37909&#21578?”

Negris made a super embarrassing expression: “Don’t call me uncle, please don’t call me uncle. Little Naaili, calling me uncle is simply too awkward.” Naaili, seeming bashful, asked tentatively: “Darling?

In an instant, all eyes turned towards Negris, in Luther and Lightnings eyes, the flames of gossip almost seemed to burst out!

In the temporary camp of the Dragon-slaying Knights, several days away, Iron Leyce sat reading in the most extravagant and comfortable tent. He was reading a document under the comfortable and high color rendering light of the magic lamp, occasionally making notes.

The tent flap was raised and a heavily armored knight walked in, accompanied by a blast of cold wind. The two in the tent were unbothered. In fact, the knight even commented, “It’s too stuffy in here, keep the doors open for some ventilation. ”

“It’s windy.” Iron Leyce replied without lifting his head.

The knight took off his helmet, revealing a rugged face, he hung the helmet and walked to the table. He picked up a water jug and gulped down a bellyful of water, then reported: “We’re four days away from Hope Oasis. We’re not on the commercial route, so encounters with caravans are rare. Occasionally, sand thieves have swept away the few that we did encounter..”