Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 930 - 509 Accompanying me in death

Chapter 930: Chapter 509: Accompanying me in death?

Chapter 930: Chapter 509: Accompanying me in death?

“Griffini, that definitely sounds like a Giant Dragon’s name, much nicer than that what’s-his-name Abuke, Griffi—ni, Ne—gris—s, the “Gr” sound in our Dragon Language is just too good, Gaowuguli—” Negris said as she demonstrated how to roll the sound through her long throat to produce it.

On the back of the Bone Dragon, Ange reached into the Dimensional Space to do some farming, tucking Little Dragon, his mother, and John inside where they were utterly bewildered.

Little Angel and Little Zombie were playing games, using all kinds of methods like rock-paper-scissors, and the loser would punch the other in the eye socket. In no time, both guys were sporting black eyes and giggling like idiots.

Anthony was whispering conspiratorially with Nevin, with Anthony doing most of the talking and Nevin listening intently, occasionally letting out bursts of ‘hehehe’ laughter that gradually became creepier and creepier.

If there was a history book to record this scene, it would stand as ironclad evidence of Nevin’s descent into madness.

Only Abuke floated around awkwardly listening, not truly a member of the Dragon Clan; who would be interested in what sounds they could make? He had now accepted his reality, acting as an Undead Dragon Soul.

He didn’t inherit the advantages of the Black Dragon, doing neither magic nor stealth, which equated to giving up the advantages of a Dragon Soul. Having lost the strengths of both, he couldn’t beat anyone.

Thus, being ignored by everyone else, Negris could only grab Abuke and engage in awkward chatter. Two hours later, the Bone Dragon finally landed at the headquarters of the Spirit Dragon Knights, the Spirit Dragon Mountain Range.

When preparing to land, the ‘Dragon King’ shouted a warning, and Nevin hurriedly added, “Everybody, sit tight and hold on, Dragon King’s landing can be quite the event.”

Quite the event? How big could the commotion of a Giant Dragon landing be? Just as that thought emerged in everyone’s minds, they saw the Dragon King retract its left wing and start descending.

Bang! Thud! Bang! Thud! Bang—Sounds of alternating patterns filled the air as the Bone Dragon King, like a hobbled duck, frantically twisted and decelerated. The right wing scooped the wind, the right wing touched the ground, and with a forced drift and tail swing, it made a wide circle before successfully landing.

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It was only then that Negris noticed the Bone Dragon King had a stick protruding and tied at the joint where the left wing should fold, using it to substitute for a left leg and alternate with the right foot for landing.

“Ah, I remember now, your Bone Dragon was the one crushed under that round and rotund weight. What happened? Why is it still limping? Why not find a replacement?” Negris suddenly realized, looking towards where the dragon’s leg should be, and indeed, the spot for the left leg bone was empty.

When they had initially mounted the Bone Dragon, it was already lying on the ground, and they had flown straight up after getting on, so no one had noticed that its leg was damaged. “I didn’t even realize it until now, why not find a replacement?”

With a wry smile, Nevin said, “We can’t find a suitable one. Dragon King is already the largest in our Spirit Dragon Knights. There are not many that fit its size. We managed to find two, but because they had been stored for too long, they were porous. If one were to break under pressure, it could cause other bones to break.”

Negris scratched his head; truth be told, he didn’t have any knowledge about raising Bone Dragons. In the Master Plane of the Undead Empire, Bone Dragons and Dragon Corpses were seldom seen, mainly for two reasons.

First, Giant Dragons tended to return to the Dragon Tomb before dying, making their bodies hard to come by for most people. Second, out of respect for him, Your Majesty wouldn’t actively reincarnate any Dragon species.

After all, he was one of the four lords of the Resting Camp’s Four Great Subtemples, and that respect was still given. All the Giant Dragons in the Master Plane were his kin; how could he be pleased with their reincarnation?

“Don’t you do any maintenance?” Negris asked.

“Sure, we bury them in Breathing Soil, but after a long time, they still decay,” Nevin replied.

Breathing Soil couldn’t prevent material decay; otherwise, Ange wouldn’t have had trouble finding bones to use back in the Resting Camp. Even the food stored in the underground cellar, preserved with Breathing Soil, turned to powder after more than eight hundred years.

But eight hundred years ago, his planting techniques had not yet improved, so there wasn’t much food stored away. Besides, powdered food is still food; at worst, it could be kneaded into dough and eaten as bread.

However, bones are different, especially those of a Bone Dragon, a large skeleton creature. If decaying bones break and cause the Bone Dragon to collapse, that would be a significant problem, and more so if its neck or wing bones broke, as there would be nothing to replace them with.

Negris said, “That’s true, you don’t have anything like the Resting Wind or Liquid of Rest.”

Nevin blinked and asked, “Sir, what are those? Can they maintain bones?”

“No, they can’t. I was just talking off the top of my head. Let’s go, let’s find Granny Griffini,” Negris felt explaining would be too troublesome and quickly moved past the topic.

Nevin shrugged and didn’t press further; they didn’t currently need anything for bone maintenance. Unless they could repair the bones properly, any care would still leave them as ‘brittle bones’.

Though the Spirit Dragon Knights are called a ‘knighthood,’ they are actually an extremely large force, boasting a total of over three hundred thousand members dispersed across hundreds of villages and settlements throughout the Spirit Dragon Mountain Range. Half of the population lived in the largest city—Dragon’s Nest.

But Dragon’s Nest was not the heart of the Spirit Dragon Knights. Their core was located deeper in the mountains behind Dragon’s Nest, in a spacious valley within the mountains, which they called the Dragon Tomb.

Between two mountain ridges lay a valley spanning dozens of square kilometers, with gentle terrain that allowed the cultivation of extensive farmland to feed the valley’s residents.

A number of streams from the mountain ridges converged into the valley, forming a river that cut through it, and the abundant water sources satisfied the valley dwellers’ needs for drinking and irrigation.

The valley had only two entrances and exits at its front and rear, with treacherous terrain. By establishing defenses at these two valley entrances, they could tightly control access to the valley. Unless the enemy could fly, there was absolutely no chance they could invade the valley.

This kind of terrain was truly what kings dream of for a foundational stronghold—easy to defend and hard to attack, facilitating peaceful development with access points in all directions, with no fear of being besieged by enemies. It would be perfect with just a hint of mineral resources.

“This place of yours is really nice,” Anthony couldn’t help but praise after seeing it.

“Yes, it is,” Nevin replied. “We owe it all to our ancestor’s wise decisions, which provided us with a safe foothold in this chaotic world.”

“Ancestor?” Negris felt a stir in his heart, wondering if it would be another ancestral Undead Granny.

Indeed, Nevin said, “It’s Granny Griffini, we all call her our ancestral Granny.”

As the leader of the Spirit Dragon Knights, Nevin held nearly the highest authority and led Ange and his companions directly into the valley, to a cave midway up the mountain ridge.

Upon entering the cave, Anthony immediately noticed a Giant Rock at the entrance, possibly weighing hundreds of tons, supported by a row of one-use pillars, each of which was rigged with an Array that, when triggered, would cause the rock to roll down and seal the cave shut.

“So it really is a tomb? This is just like the structure of a human emperor’s tomb, the Soul-Breaking Stone Seal. Once it falls, it requires excavating the entire tomb to open it up. This kind of physical seal is more practical than any other seal; it doesn’t consume any energy and won’t fail even after thirty to fifty thousand years,” Anthony said in surprise.

Anthony’s words seemed to have alerted someone. A wave of thought swept over them, circled around everyone, and then a slow, languid voice emerged, “You’re one of the few who recognized the Soul-Breaking Stone Seal at a glance. Child, why have you brought so many dead with you? To join me in burial?”

PS: Oh, it’s getting light. I’ll post this chapter first.