Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 423 - 252: The War Tree Man Declares War on You_3

Chapter 423: Chapter 252: The War Tree Man Declares War on You_3

“That’s good then, how did you obtain the divine power?” Lamo asked again.

The rest of the Night Watchers surrounded us, defensively. The previously harmonious and friendly atmosphere had vanished completely.

“I obtained it at the Resting Camp. Ange received the recognition of the divine power, and now, he is the new master of the Resting Camp.”

“What about His Majesty? What about Locke? The Great Sage? The Witch?” Lamo continuously asked.

“The king is missing, Locke is dead, the Great Sage is in the Land of Fallen, but who is the witch?” Negris told the truth.

Lamo glanced at him weirdly and said, “Even if you lost to the witch, you don’t have to pretend not to know her.”

“What do you mean? I lost to the witch? When did I lose to a witch? What did I lose? I don’t remember,” Negris got confused. Suddenly a witch popped up and defeated him?

Lamo showed an ‘I understand, I understand’ expression, nodded and moved on to the next topic: “We need to discuss.”

After he finished speaking, he retreated and began to consult with the others.

If he hadn’t shown that expression, it would be fine. But with that expression, Negris was immediately infuriated. What does he mean? What does he understand?

Just when Negris was about to throttle Lamo out of frustration, a spark of inspiration suddenly flashed through his soul: Could his memory about the witch have been sealed like the king’s name?

Lamo couldn’t just make up a name for a joke. What he said likely existed, but Negris couldn’t remember it at all.

The most likely explanation was that his memory about the witch had been sealed. Just like the king’s name.

There were four subsidiary palaces to the Resting Camp, besides his Bronze Book Tower, Locke and Durken’s palace, there was one left. However, Negris couldn’t recall, whose palace the last one was.

According to these rules, there surely was another existence on the same level as himself, Locke and Durken in the Undead Empire.

He originally thought it might belong to the Great Sage. It couldn’t be Harvey because a thousand years ago, Harvey was just a golden skeleton and didn’t qualify to possess an independent subsidiary palace.

However, he now discovered that he couldn’t remember to whom the palace belonged. Was his memory blocked including the memory of this witch?

Negris panicked. Kvada, Had the witch’s memory been sealed in addition to the king’s name? How much had been sealed from him?

Lamo and the others finished discussing quickly: “My Lord, I can dedicate my soul to you, but you need to lead me away and pass what I have seen to them. They will then make the final decision. If you deceive us, they will choose to sleep here forever.”

As he was speaking, a Soul Fire began to float around Lamo.

After passing through the Space Gate, the group appeared in the World Transfer Station. Ange threw Lamo off, allowing him to go around the Resting Abyss on his own. They then had someone restart the World Transfer Station and transported them directly to the Master Plane.

From the Abyss to the Master Plane, Ange usually uses the small Teleportation Array in the Demon Valley because the activation of the World Transfer Station wastes too much energy and creates too much commotion.

The last time they only turned it on for a little while and were found by the Purple Corpse. If it was turned on frequently, who knew how many people would discover it? The restart of the World Transfer Station was big news for many realms because it could be their only way to reach the outside world.

However, since it was already running, another activation wouldn’t consume too much energy, so Ange didn’t bother running to the Demon Valley.

Unfortunately, neither Negris nor Ange knew how many devices on the Master Plane were detecting inter-plane transfers, especially the fluctuations of transfer strength like those from the World Transfer Station.

Upon returning to the Goddess of Beauty city, Lisa quickly came to report: “My Lord, the last batch of compensation from the elves has arrived— a War Tree Man.”

As soon as Lisa finished, Negris couldn’t help but shouted: “Only one? A slow and dumb War Tree Man is of no use. Have the elves learned to deceive and waffle?”

Just as the sound of Negris’ voice fell, the ground shook and a huge shadow slowly overshadowed where Negris and the others stood. A deep voice emitted from above, slowly saying, “Who are you calling slow and dumb?”

Negris looked up and saw a hundred-meter tall colossal tree lean towards them. In its entwined branch-made hand was a huge rock, held high. It angrily said, “Damn Bronze Dragon, you have insulted me. The War Tree Man officially declares war on you. Take up your weapons!”