Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 781 - 446: The Bait is Here_1

Chapter 781: Chapter 446: The Bait is Here_1

My father gave me a scepter which commands a hundred thousand armies, but now the scepter is broken. What shall I do?

That’s what Bone Remnant Knight Basoluo was feeling at that moment, a feeling infused with absurdity and unrealness. Who have ever heard of an undead scepter breaking? What should he do now?

They had come from the mountain path, and along the way, they saw no sign of human activity. Normally, this mountain path was the only route connecting to Rapids Fortress, always bustling with horses pulling carts and pedestrians, even during holidays or muddy rainy days. It was simply inconceivable that there was not a single soul in sight.

Surely something happened. Basoluo even had an idea what it might be, based on all he saw during their journey home.

Order had collapsed. Every city was in chaos, only self-reliant towns and villages still hold their order, but with the collapse of city order, this chaos was sure to gradually spread to the towns, encompassing the entire world.

Basoluo knew the severity of such an outcome, therefore, two months ago, upon discovering that the skeletons no longer came from the public cemeteries, he decided to immediately lead his loyal followers to the City of Immortality to obtain the undead scepter.

The scepter was previously granted to lords, and with it, one could command the undead guards in the cemetery. Basoluo, as a human, undertook a risky adventure to the City of Immortality.

Fortunately, his identity as Bone Remnant Knight proved beneficial. The term referred to knights acknowledged by undead bone horses.

Common skeletal horses have no wisdom. Only those of the grey bone rank possess a certain level of intelligence. Ordinary people couldn’t command them. Only knights that had gained their recognition could become Bone Remnant Knights.

Compared to normal horses, skeletal horses had many advantages. They could tirelessly travel a thousand miles, and as long as you are not afraid of a sore bottom, you can continue riding.

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They arrived at the City of Immortality without any hindrance, and were greeted with surprise at the chaotic city hall: “How did you think of coming to get the undead scepter?”

Basoluo nervously responded, “Only the undead scepter can summon the undead guards from the graveyard, maintaining the order of the city.”

“How do I know that once you get the scepter, you won’t go around killing and plundering, creating more evil?” asked the Necromancer who was managing the city affair.

Basoluo countered, “No matter how evil my deeds, it’s still better than a collapse of order. At most, I’d hang my former oppressive supervisor and court his wife. But if the order collapses, more people will die. Our place doesn’t produce food. Without order, everyone in the city could starve to death.”

The Necromancer nodded, complaining: “You make a fair point. The method isn’t bad. I will arrange for the scepter to be fetched straight away and allow some prestigious people in town to restore order first. His Majesty overstepped this time, a mess. Annoying.”

His Majesty? The Undead King? Upon hearing the undead saint daring to complain about the king, Basoluo realized that he was not a common undead being.

However, in the end, he did not dare ask his name, and/or holding the undead scepter, they immediately rushed back with haste. All was going well, at least until they took out the undead scepter.

An incident of a broken scepter was unheard of. What to do now?

Five knights looked at each other in utter confusion. Should they return the broken scepter and get a new one?

Not to mention whether they could get another one, just the thought of having to traverse a tens of thousands miles journey back sends shivers down their spine.

With the current situation outside, it was not as safe as when they initially embarked on the journey. If they were to undertake another round, no one knew if they could return alive.

Even if they survived, what’s the point? By then, there probably wouldn’t be anyone left in Rapids Fortress.

If the order at Rapids Fortress could last till two months later, that would mean there’s no danger of a collapse and it wouldn’t matter whether they had the scepter or not.

Just as everyone was at a loss as to what to do next, a voice resounded. Looking up, they saw a man hopping down one step at a time from the terraces on the side of the cemetery. Upon reaching them, he reached out his hand and said, “Give it to me.”

His tone was so matter-of-fact that Basoluo almost subconsciously wanted to hand over the scepter. He raised his hand before finally recalling himself.

“Who are you? A member of the fortress? Why do you want this? Do you even know what this is?” Basoluo asked, “What’s the situation in the fortress? What are you doing here?”

“Planting vegetables. Give it to me.” Ange repeated, reaching out to grab it.

Basoluo did not expect Ange to reach out, and before he had a chance to react, the scepter was taken from his hand.

Basoluo was startled. He looked at his own hand, then at Ange’s. “Your hand is quite quick. Don’t play with it, this isn’t a toy. Give it back to me.”

Before he could finish his sentence, the scepter held by Ange suddenly blazed up with a pale blue flame, far more vigorous than when Basoluo first summoned it. Flames were almost spouting from the scepter’s sockets.

“Huh? It’s not broken? Are you a necromancer?” Basoluo was surprised again.

Could it be that the scepter wasn’t broken, but he simply didn’t know how to use it?

Ange looked at the scepter a few times, then held it up in the direction of the cemetery.

The cemetery was quiet as dawn…

“That’s not how it works. You need to accompany it with command; say ‘Rise, undead spirits, heed my summons…’. Forget it, let me do it.” Basoluo said, reaching out to take the scepter back from Ange.

But just at that moment, movements echoed from the cemetery. One by one, sealed tombs opened, undead guards crawling out, standing in front of their graves, looking towards them, the hillsides filled with a faint blue glow.