Ange didn't know how long he slept. In the past, the longest he could sleep was one winter. Although sleeping was the most ideal way for a skeleton to strengthen itself, it was okay not to sleep. He was a vegetable-growing skeleton and had no desire to strengthen himself.
But it was too cold in winter to grow anything, and he had nothing else to do except sleep. Hey, could this coincide with the upgrade code of the undead?
Anyway, Ange fell into a deep sleep, and then a bunch of messy beliefs poured into his soul.
"The God of Immortality bless our family with long life and good health..." This is relatively abnormal. What should we do with the God of Immortality for long life and good health?
"The God of Immortality bless me with immortality. If I can live forever, I would like to donate a gold coin every year." Some people's lives are not very valuable.
"The immortal god bless me and make me rich..."
"God of Immortality, please help me kill the tauren next door..."
"God of Immortality, please bless me for this beauty success and make me 30 years younger."
"God of Immortality, I am thirty years old and I am still very short there. Is there any hope for help?"
"God of immortality, please protect me from burning these rice fields and starving these guys to death..."
"Immortal..."
Hey, go back and burn these rice fields? Who wants to burn my fields?
boom! Ange jumped up from the ground and rushed out with a swish. The people busy outside were a little confused when they saw a dark yellow skeleton running past.
"Uh, did something pass just now?"
"Well, it seems to be a skeleton, dark yellow, eh, a golden skeleton?!"
"Where did the golden skeleton come from? Could it be Lord Ange?"
Nigris flapped his little wings and chased after him desperately: "Ange Ange, where are you running!? Lightning and lightning! Diphtheria and diphtheria!"
Whoosh, lightning rushed over and cut horizontally. Nigris turned over and sat on its back.
"Full marks for cooperation, ha." Nigris said a little proudly.
Lightning curled his lips: "You can't fly faster than I can run. I don't know what's so great about it."
Nigris' small eyes narrowed into dangerous vertical pupils, staring at the single horn of Lightning. He swore that one day he would saw off this horn.
Lightning quickly caught up with Ange, and Nigris yelled: "Where did you run to? Why did you turn yellow?"
Ange turned over, sat on Lightning's back, and pointed forward: "Burn my field, over there."
Nigris's heart skipped a beat, it's over, it's troublesome, who the fool - Py (silenced) - would burn Ange's field? Don’t want to live anymore? It's over now, things are serious.
No wonder Ange, who had been sleeping for half a year and couldn't wake up no matter how hard he screamed, suddenly jumped out. It turned out that someone was burning his fields, but...
"How did you know someone was burning your fields?" asked Negris.
"He prayed to me," Ange said.
"Pfft..." You want to burn the field of the Immortal God, but you also pray to the Immortal God? Isn’t this the God of Life who hanged himself because he didn’t want to live long?
But it's not surprising. Who would have thought that the fields here belong to the immortal god? You are an immortal god, what kind of fields do you farm?
As for why they pray to the Immortal God, they probably do as the locals do. Anyway, the Immortal God is the only belief in Dragon Lake and even the entire desert now.
There is nothing wrong with doing bad things locally and praying to the local gods.
Lightning was running wildly, and in the distance I saw a fire dragon rising from the rice fields beside Zhuilong Lake.
Nigris was horrified when he saw it: "No, hydropyrotechnics convert water into combustible fuel and then ignite it. Water is no longer a substance that restrains flames, but a fuel. It is especially suitable for environments with water. If you set fire to it, the sea will be set on fire."
Lightning curled his lips: "God of knowledge, don't lie to me. Water can be turned into fuel and used to set fires?"
"Of course, 2h2o=2h2↑+ o2↑%￥#@￥…&##+@+…@#, you can do it." Nigris said.
Lightning pursed his lips tightly, pretending not to hear, and he didn't understand anyway.
Galloping in front of the rice field, Ange jumped up and hit the flames like a cannonball. He didn't care about the flames burning his bones, and raised his hand to cast pollination spells in the air. Negris had already said that water would do nothing to him. It's useless to plant flames, so use wind.
Wind tornadoes were released into the sky, immediately creating a flameless cyclone in the flames. Following this cyclone, Ange kept releasing it at a speed of six times per second, gradually creating a tornado.
A large amount of air was expelled from the air, naturally forming a negative pressure, sucking in the surrounding air, thus sucking the flames in place and preventing them from spreading. Until the flames burned out, only about two or three acres of rice fields were burned.
But this was enough to make Ange angry. The Bone Dragon and Whitethroat were called over and circled the sky. The Titans carried big sticks and blocked the river bank. Lightning, little angels and little zombies patrolled back and forth around the bank. Not long after, The two arsonists were forced out of the water.
Wearing warm underwater clothing, holding magic air tanks for underwater breathing in their mouths, and hanging several bottles and cans on their waists, they emerged from the water with fearful faces, looking at the circling bones and silver dragons, and at the shore. The tall giant next to him was completely confused.
Why not just burn a few acres of land? Do you need such a big battle?
"God bless you, what happened?" one of the arsonists muttered.
After being tortured and interrogated, they learned that they were Duke Wright's people.
The Principality of Wright is located in the upper reaches of the East River, adjacent to the Principality of Montenegro, and across the river from the former residence of the Fallen Legion. After the Principality of Montenegro suffered an insect disaster, only the Principality of Wright remained in the upper reaches of the East River.
Unlike the Principality of Montenegro, the Principality of Leyte is a 'normal' country with a vast area and a large population. However, due to the terrain, it is rich in agricultural and animal husbandry resources and is an agricultural country.
As we all know, with developed agriculture, it is possible to make a living, but it is difficult to get rich, so the Principality of Wright is very poor. Compared with the elves and dwarves who have mines at home, or the human countries with developed handicrafts, the Principality of Wright is like a beggar lying on a grain bag.
In the past six months, officials from the Principality of Wright have discovered that some wealthy merchants and nobles have appeared at the pier tavern in the principality. Some people rent and buy boats here to go west along the river.
Some people are even asking here about beauty gods, beauty cities, freckle removal and whitening, wrinkle removal and skin rejuvenation, bald hair growth, delayed enlargement, bone heightening, plastic surgery and other news. Some of these things sound like miracles.
At first, no one took this kind of thing seriously. They just thought it was a rumor spread by those poor and crazy sand pirates in the desert, such as attracting some fat sheep to cross the border for them to rob.
Until the Duke's seventy-year-old mother secretly took someone away and came back thirty years younger, but was stopped outside the castle.
The old lady was so angry that she stood outside the city and revealed all the private matters such as how many times the Duke had peed on the bed since he was a child, how old he was, how old he was when he had wet dreams, how old he was when he crawled into the maid's bed, how many lovers he had, how many illegitimate children he had outside, and so on. No one dared not believe it now. She is an old lady.
The old lady's appearance caused a shock in the harem. The Duke's eldest wife and young lover all went crazy. If the old lady hadn't been as fierce in scolding as before, they couldn't help but wonder if this was another lover of the Duke. After all, the old lady was now He looks only forty years old, which is a perfect match for the fifty-year-old Duke.
After doubt comes excitement. Who doesn’t want to be thirty years younger? Who doesn’t want to have a fair and spot-free face? Who doesn’t want to lift the face shape and eliminate eye bags?
Everyone thinks that the Duke is in trouble. He has emptied the treasury, and it is not enough for his eldest wife and young lover to go to Meishen City. What's more, isn't there bald hair, delayed enlargement, and bone grafting?
Duke Wright, a fifty-year-old bald pudgy man, wanted to go there himself.
In the end, he chose the Duchess and asked her to explore the situation. For this reason, he was tortured by his twenty-year-old lover for two nights. His legs were so weak that he almost couldn't go to work. Finally, he hid in the Government Affairs Office and worked overtime for a few days. Only then did he recover.
Why Duchess? Because the Duchess is older, the beauty effect will be more obvious. As for the old lady, she sneaked away at that time, bringing her personal maid with her to visit and marvel, but she didn't see anything of value.
This time, the Duchess was accompanied by old politicians and experienced adventurers with many years of experience in government affairs.
Not long after, the Duchess, who was thirty years younger but still retained the charm and grace of a mature woman, came back, as if she were an emperor's flower in full bloom.
The Duke was also fascinated, and it took him a few days to come back to his senses. The in-depth contact also allowed him to discover the difference between the Duchess's 'youth' and her true youth.
The Duchess is obviously not as hot and energetic as her little lover. Her skin is firm, but not as elastic and moist as her little lover. However, because of her experience, she cooperates perfectly.
This excited the Duke even more. It meant that the lady was still the same lady, not a different person. This was really a miracle, not some kind of magic.
Duke Wright wanted to fly to Meishen City immediately, but after looking through the treasury, he found that he was too poor.
According to the quotations of various projects, some of them require at least 600,000 magic crystals. For example, the old lady spent 600,000 magic crystals, but the old lady used her own private money. Duke Wright’s treasury is not as good as the old lady’s. How much better is a private house.
This is not only a pursuit of beauty, but also a business that makes the Duke jealous. Should we just go with the flow and launch an army to occupy Meishen City?
This thought was dismissed as soon as it crossed my mind. Being poor, fighting is the most expensive thing, not to mention fighting deep into the desert, even if there is a waterway.
At this time, Duke Wright's political officer gave him a genius idea.
"On the upper reaches of the East River, we are the only ones in Leyte and the Principality of Montenegro. The Principality of Montenegro has suffered from an insect infestation and now they have no food to eat. As long as we burn the rice fields on the river banks, then if they want to eat, they will have to buy food from outside on a large scale. We along the River transportation has the most cost advantage. If the price increases by several times, won’t the magic crystal be able to make money back?”
"A good idea, but I heard from people that there are large rice fields beside Zhuilong Lake, so we must burn all the rice fields."
"Don't be kidding, Zhuilong Lake is a saltwater lake, how can you grow anything? It's probably just aquatic plants that can tolerate saltwater."
"Okay, let's do it like this. Set fire by the river. Water and flames are the best."
The above are the causes and consequences of the two arsonists appearing here.
But what makes Ange even more puzzled is: "Meishen City?"
Negris scratched his head in embarrassment: "The industry created by Lisa and Silver Coin is used to resettle those refugees who have no time to fight. Infrastructure is the most tiring. Let them build the city."
"Didn't I mention the Immortal Beauty God before? They thought the name was good, so they used it and called it Beauty God City. Now it has been built a little bit, and the central area has been barely built."
Meishen City, with Meishen Palace as the center, is divided into four blocks. Relying on the beauty industry, it mainly develops a city of catering and accommodation. With the beauty industry as the leader, it drives the development of the tertiary industry.
Then, Ange saw a group of earthen houses with a large plaque engraved with 'Beautiful God's Palace'. On the side of the plaque, there were also the words 'Eternal Soul' carved with dragon patterns.
The dragon clan has no words, the dragon pattern is their text, and the soul lasts forever. The dragon pattern represents 'immortality', which translates to - (small characters) immortality | Meishen Palace.
However, it is called a palace, but when you look around, it is a cluster of low bungalows.
Ange didn't think anything, but Negris had already explained awkwardly: "There is no way. There is a shortage of building materials in the desert. The only thing that is not lacking is stone. When the quarry in the canyon is built, we will transport a stone and build it here. If a tall tower is used as a spectacle, it will be magnificent."
"Oh." Ange responded nonchalantly. This thing didn't belong to him anyway, as long as it didn't hit his field.
After introducing the latest situation, Nigris turned to ask: "What about you? How do you feel? Have you upgraded? Golden Skeleton?"
Unlike those golden skeletons, Ange's bones are a bit dark yellow, not like gold, but more like brass, but there is no such thing as a brass skeleton in the world.
Ange tilted his head and looked at himself up and down. He was a little confused. He must have upgraded. He could clearly feel that his bones were much harder than before, but by how much, he couldn't tell.
Forget it, never mind, Ange reached into the Palace of Rest and pulled out an arm bone. The dark luster looked like the purple-gold bone of Strong Bone Locke.
Put it on your right hand and move it around. It's easy and flexible. It's great. The whole right hand is made of purple gold.
He pulled out another section and put it on the hand of the world-piercing hand. It was a little reluctant, but he could still move it. It was very good. Both hands were made of purple gold.
When I cast magic, I found that it was smoother, and the rate of fire doubled. It used to be like a turret, but now it's like two magic crystal turrets connected together, called a double crystal cannon for short.
The level of magic has also been improved, and it can release second-level magic.
"Oh my god, the magic has finally been upgraded. It can finally release the second-level magic. After a buffer, it can reach the fourth-level magic. Oh my God, I'm sick and vomited by your first-level magic." Nigris shouted excitedly .
Ange has always been able to cast level one magic. Through the buffering of the Bone Hand, he can cast magic below level two. What kind of magic can he cast at level two? Just the same thing coming and going, Nigris felt vomited.
It's fine now. Although it's only level 2, it can be buffered to have level 4 magic. There are more magics at level 4, because it has entered the 'intermediate' stage, which is the most creative stage for magicians. There are all kinds of weird and weird things. There are endless magics, such as the water and wind mixed magic - cleaning bubble shooter, specially used for washing clothes.
Then I saw Ange summoning the Titans and stuffing them into the Palace of Rest.
Nigris suddenly had an ominous premonition: "What do you want to do?"
Ange said of course: "Duke Wright, burn the fields and chop him down."
How many acres of land have been burned and a duke killed?
"You can't chop, you can't chop. The situation in the plane is not very good recently. Anthony told us to try not to chop people randomly. Especially if we chop a duke, we will definitely go to the plane security meeting. Although we have at least three old acquaintances there, we can't kill anyone." Once the other side gets four votes, we will become the public enemy of the plane, and no one can protect us by then."
Ange tilted his head.
"Although we can't chop people, we can ask others to do it for us. Do you remember the Saint of Xhamala?"
