Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 554: Chapter 317: Tree Man Gore has a Child_2
 

‘Backward’, my ass! That’s the gateway to the Undead Empire.

So, the reopening of the World Hub represents what? The resurgence of the Undead Empire?

He purposefully requested food under his own name, and the response confirmed several things. They know the name Guliani, they are not isolated, they have contact with various dimensions, even the Master Plane.

They have food, and a large amount of it at that. Otherwise, upon hearing his request, they would not have reported back but simply refused. Of course, it could also be possible that they reported back precisely because of his name, but chances are slim.

Thirdly, why does the Undead Empire have such a large amount of food? Could it be that the current rulers of the World Hub are not the Undead Empire?

Guliani’s eyes flashed with eagerness. The World Hub, what a golden road! Having control over it would mean controlling the jugular of all the major planes.

Standing up, Guliani quickly made his way to the secret room to report to some powerful being.

…

Ange has cut down most of the World Trees as they grow too large, each World Tree has the ability to shelter a settlement of tens of thousands of people.

There are currently only a few hundred thousand people in the Resting Abyss. Ten trees could handle that.

If the excess trees aren’t cut down, the World Trees will compete with each other for life force and space, resulting in none of them growing large.

By removing the excess trees and creating spaces, the remaining ten trees can continue to grow. They could eventually reach the height of the Tree of Life, sheltering the entirety of the forest.

“Ay-yo, they’re all cut down? What a pity.” Anna, Feilin, Ti, and others watched as each towering tree was felled, the expression on their faces visibly pained.

Thanks to the emergence of these World Trees, the barren Resting Abyss gained some greenery. Various crops began to grow, and even the livestock started to survive.

Despite the harsh Resting Wind, the amount of life in the Resting Abyss is actually more abundant than it was a thousand years ago, when there was no Resting Wind.

Those living here understand the profundity of this change the most.

“It’s not a pity.” A Tree Herder, inexplicably clothed in a grass skirt, came walking over.

God knows who made this grass skirt and tied it around the Tree Herder’s waist. Tree Herders are tall with shorter legs. They have a seductive sway in their walk when viewed from behind.

Feilin, who had some idea of the Tree Herder’s identity, quickly trotted over and discreetly removed the grass skirt.

“There’s no need to feel sorry. The downfall of a tree nourishes the entire earth. The life force they release nourishes sturdier life forms. This is the best outcome for them.” As he spoke, the Tree Herder waved his hand.

The entire sky turned green. Green radiance began to descend from the sky, and rings of verdancy began to spread from the fallen tree trunks.

Anna said in astonishment, “Is this… Life force? Why can I see life force?”

All of a sudden, Ti pointed into the distance and asked, “If they haul the trees away, does that mean they’re taking away the life force?”

The Tree Herder turned to look and saw a poorly developed dragon, working with a dozen Titans to saw up the fallen World Trees and rapidly haul them away. They didn’t even leave behind the tree bark or leaves.

The World Trees, where each grain of pollen is valuable, why would you leave it on the ground?

Upon noticing that the Tree Herder was watching, the underdeveloped dragon even turned its head and waved a greeting.

Feilin noticed the Tree Herder’s hands swelling into firm fists, but whatever he thought of caused his hands to slowly relax and he turned around to leave, swaying his hips as he trotted away.

Feilin, disappointedly watching the Tree Herder’s retreating figure, murmured “Aren’t you going to give it a beating? It even took away my wife, beat it up.”

However, the Tree Herder, not looking back, did not walk toward a World Tree and merged into the tree trunk.

Not long after, the Tree Herder emerged from a World Tree on the Light Sea Plane’s sandbar. Looking from a high vista down at the sea level, it casually said after a while: “It seems… that it has fulfilled its promise of seeding for me everywhere. I’ll forgive it.”

Murmuring to himself, the Tree Herder retreated back into the tree, only to emerge again shortly after from the World Tree in the Goddess of Beauty City.

Tree Man Gore sensed something and turned his head around in surprise.

With a wave of his hand, the Tree Herder flung a branch from his hand, reaching it out to Gore. The Tree Herder then stepped onto the branch, twisted and turned, and walked through the air towards Gore.

Once he reached Gore, the Tree Herder scanned the surroundings and located several budding points. The branch was then placed on these points, and before long, a seed the size of a watermelon emerged.

After the same process was repeated until ten seeds were produced, the Tree Herder took them and hopped back onto the World Tree, where he vanished inside.

Throughout the entire process, Gore and the Tree Herder remained silent. However, excitement was shown clearly on Gore as his body trembled. He murmured to himself, “Do… do I have little tree-people now?”

His murmured whisper was like a lightning bolt in clear skies. In less than half a day, everyone in the Goddess of Beauty City knew that Tree Man Gore had offspring.

Ange, befuddled, held the ten War Tree Man seeds which the Tree Herder had thrown to him. The seeds of the War Tree Man were extremely rare; the entire elf race probably didn’t even have ten.

By the time he snapped out of his daze, the Tree Herder had already slowly twisted and gone far away.

“This Tree of Life, always full of surprises,” Negris muttered. He then asked, “What do we do with these? Where should we plant them? Wait, we can’t just plant them randomly. Otherwise, even once they grow, we won’t know whether they will obey it or us.”

Despite their good relationships, Negris would never let other people control key positions, such as the world’s transit stations. Once these tree-people had grown up, would they listen to the Tree of Life or to them?

“But I can’t plant them,” Ange shook his head.

“What? You can’t plant them?” Whether he chooses to plant or not is one thing, but not being able to plant is another matter. How could Ange not be capable of planting these War Tree Men? He had even planted the World Tree.

Ange didn’t reply. He arranged the War Tree Man seeds into a circle, and placed the Little Sapling in the center.

The Little Sapling became excited upon seeing the seeds. It had been a long time since it had seen such familiar items brimming with life force, and it enthusiastically waved its leaves: Grow — strong — Grow — strong —

The seeds of the Tree Men cracked open, and from these cracks, buds quickly came forth and grew into vigorous plants.

Grow — strong —

The buds swung back and forth, growing swiftly, then uncontrollably began to unfurl their true leaves.

The Little Sapling had not received such strong feedback in a long time. Usually, no matter how hard it tried, many things just refused to grow.

Grow — strong — Grow — strong —

The young tree-people buds, now about the same height as the Little Sapling, also began to wave their leaves in ardent response: Grow — strong — Grow — strong —

All eleven plants moved vigorously, making the scene very lively.

Negris finally understood. “So you mean you can’t plant like this? These War Tree People need the initiation of the Tree of Life. Does this mean that these tree-people will listen to the Little Sapling in the future? If that’s the case, we can go ahead and plant them.”

But where should they be planted?

At the Holy Kingdom, the four corners of the temple altar had been forcefully dug out, and four War Giant Trees were planted in. Ange activated the Instant Death Halo, and the War Giant Trees began to grow rapidly.

The fertile soil of the Holy Kingdom was the most suitable for the growth of the War Giant Tree, a magical plant that could grow without fertilizers. Yet, Ange still added fertilizers. Under the Instant Death Halo, the War Giant Trees began to wave their leaves, sending out messages of “Hungry — Hungry — Hungry.”

In less than ten days, the War Giant Trees had grown taller than the temple. After they reached such a height, they began to grow horizontally, increasing in thickness and stiffness.

Negris grumbled unhappily, “You had no energy to grow food crops but suddenly have energy to grow these random plants. What’s the point of planting them here? Are you afraid that someone would come here? All the gods are already dead…”

Negris was the God of Misfortune, and before he could even finish his sentence, the portal on the top of the temple was activated. A graceful figure stepped out from it and, upon seeing Ange and Negris, they all froze.