Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 252: Chapter 169 The One Who Burned My Field _3

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Although the insects were tiny, their vast number gave off a life force that was as conspicuous as a forest fire in Ange’s soul.

“So much Insect Ash.” Ange mumbled to himself after staring blankly for a while.

Negris, who was reflected upon Ange, almost burst into laughter. Apparently, in Ange’s eyes, these myriad insects were nothing but fertilizer?

Now it’s not just fertilizer, but Holy Bug Ash Liquid, a magical liquid that could revive fossilized eggs back into fresh ones.

He wasn’t sure if a fried egg could be restored. If so, that would be a miraculous wonder.

“Hey, you little fellas, don’t just stand there, come, come sit over here.” A middle-aged man, looking like a farmer from a nearby corner, waved them over.

Several shy young men were beside the middle-aged farmer. Upon seeing Ange and his group, they all grinned foolishly.

Ange led his group over. The young men hurriedly made way, patting the bricks below them warmly to invite them to sit.

Vania sat down without any hesitations, occupying the space for three, and casually greeted the middle-aged farmer, “Hi, my name is Vania.” Meanwhile, she laid her Totem Column on the ground.

Now it was just right. The Totem Column was as thick as her waist and the right height when laid horizontally as a bench. It was way more comfortable than sitting on the ground.

Of course, whether it was comfortable was Sava’s concern. She plopped down on the Totem Column. Ange and his two companions were the Undead. They could stand till tomorrow without experiencing any discomfort, so they didn’t sit.

The middle-aged farmer gasped, “Call me Farmer Leo. You’re quite sturdy.”

“Right, I have a big appetite and eat a lot, so I’m sturdy.” Vania often visited the Mercenary Guild and the market for work. She had already learned how to mingle with the working people.

“Did you hear that, boys? A good appetite and eating a lot makes you sturdy,” Farmer Leo said, seemingly finding theoretical support before turning his head to lecture the young men. The young men forced a smile, “We would eat more if we had enough food.”

Soon enough, they were all chatty. Vania asked, “Why aren’t those insects moving?”

“Ah, an officer came by earlier and said the bugs are waiting for dusk.”

“Ah, dusk? I can’t see clearly in the dark.” Vania complained. The vision of Minotaurs is quite poor, it’s rumored that it’s because they’re herbivores.

Negris was also startled. This tactic was smart, both humans and Minotaurs have limited visibility at night, and the black, tiny insects would be almost invisible in the pitch dark. Wouldn’t they only notice them when they crawled onto their feet?

Humans are in trouble now. They hoped the protective shield could hold up, but it seemed unlikely. The bugs didn’t launch an attack yesterday and chose to attack today instead, most likely because they were gathering in numbers.

Furthermore, yesterday the Flying Fire Meteor hit the protective shield, clearly testing the strength of the shield. Meaning, today’s attack indicates that the bug-herder has tested the shield strength, sure of their chances to break it, and were ready to strike.

Negris racked his brains but couldn’t come up with any good solutions to deal with the insects at night.

Just then, flames erupted from Ange’s head, and he angrily said, “Turus! He’s the one who burned my field!” After saying that, he rushed to the city wall, leapt down, passed through the barrier unhindered, and landed on the ground. Then, he took out the Scythe of Death and quickly rushed towards the hill on the right side of the city.

The Little Zombie and Little Angel hurriedly followed.

Looking up, Negris saw a bonfire blazing on the hill of the fortress, its flames twisted with an occasional face showing up amidst them, exuding a formidable demonic aura.

What Turus? It was clearly a powerful demon.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s not Turus. You can’t just perceive every demon as the one who burned your field!” Negris shouted, exasperated.