Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 782 - 446 The Bait Has Arrived_2

Chapter 782: Chapter 446 The Bait Has Arrived_2

“So… do I… do I not need to finish my spell? Can I just not finish it?” Basoluo was baffled, reaching in to take the staff from Ange’s hands. Thrusting it towards the cemetery, he commanded, “Spirits of the Undead, heed my call. Come forth.”

The cemetery was silent, the Undead Guards gazing in their direction with their cold, blue glow.

“Huh? It’s not working? Rise, spirits of the Undead, heed my command. Awaken from your slumber!” Basoluo once again lifted the staff high, yelling out the full spell.

The Undead Guards remained still, just staring at them.

“It’s still not working. Is there some sort of trick to it?” Basoluo waved the staff a few times, trying to command the immobile Undead Guards, before helplessly turning his gaze back to Ange.

“Your turn.” He shoved the staff into Ange’s hands.

Ange, in fact, no longer needed the staff. The moment he lit it, he had received some information, understood its operating mechanism, lost interest in it. Otherwise, Basoluo would not have been able to snatch it back so easily.

Looking at the staff handed over to him, Ange waved it, and without uttering a word of the spell, the Undead Guards unanimously turned and silently went back into their tombs, closing their doors behind them.

“Don’t… Ugh, don’t send them all back. You need some here to maintain order. You can use this thing; you take charge of it. Promise me, use it to maintain order in Rapids Fortress. Don’t use it for evil deeds, okay?” Basoluo proposed.

Although he had spent two months bringing the Undead Scepter back, it wasn’t for himself. Seeing that Ange could use it, he simply handed it over without any reluctance. His only concern was whether this self-proclaimed ‘gardener’ would abuse its power.

Ange tilted his head and looked back, trying to find the yellow figure.

Negris, who had been napping above the terraces, was awakened by the commotion in the cemetery. He looked up to find Ange gone and was rushing over in a flurry. Seeing Ange ‘confronting’ five knights, he was even more shocked: “What’s going on? Are we about to fight?”

Only when he came closer did he realize there was no confrontation. Upon hearing what had transpired, Negris exclaimed in surprise: “An Undead Scepter, where did you guys get that?”

Basoluo had no time to answer the question, as all his attention was drawn to Negris: “A dragon? A Bronze Dragon? So skinny? Is it malnourished?”

“Oi, mind your manners or I’ll turn you bald,” Negris threatened with a puff of Dragon Breath.

“Why bald?” Perhaps because the Dragon Breath was too small to be intimidating, it instead eased the guards of Basoluo and the others.

After a round of conversation, Negris finally understood the situation of these people: “You guys are Bone Remnant Knights, originally the guardians of the Rapids Fortress Cemetery? How did you guys think to demand the Undead Scepter?”

Basoluo responded: “It was the quickest and most thorough method. As for you, who are you all? We haven’t seen you in Rapids Fortress before. What’s the situation like in the city?”

As they were talking, Ange had already turned back to the terraces and continued planting.

When he lit up the Undead Scepter just now, he received some information from the staff, understanding its operating mechanism. It was actually just a node of the Soul Network.

Because this Soul Network node possesses the aura of a certain entity, it can command the Undead Guards of the cemetery.

Ange found out that he didn’t need to use this to drive the Undead in the cemetery. Although they wouldn’t obey as willingly as those with a Soul Contact, he could still command them to move, attack, and shift positions. Thus, he didn’t need this scepter.

Nevertheless, he was too lazy to return it and casually stuffed it into his storage ring.

The Divine Realm can’t hold anything with a soul, and there’s no storage space. He wasn’t used to it, so he wore a ring to hold things that couldn’t be put into the Divine Realm.

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Negris, who had spoken with Basoluo, hastily convened everyone for a discussion because of the astonishing news Basoluo had brought.

“You’re saying an undead saint greeted you? And he also complained ‘His Majesty has overdone it this time’?” Durken asked.

Basoluo and the others, nibbling on the savory beef patties that Negris had swindled from Ji Li, replied contentedly: “Yes, that’s what the undead saint said. He also appreciated my idea and planned to distribute the Undead Scepters, allowing those with prestige in the cities to temporarily control the Undead Guards to stabilize order.”

They had already seen the city, and Rapids Fortress wasn’t as chaotic as they imagined. Not many people had died, everyone was orderly working, and there were no refugees with faces of fear and anxiety as seen on their journey.

This change was brought about by Negris and the others, which inspired an inexplicable trust in Basoluo towards them.

Just as Basoluo finished speaking, Durken and Silver Coin couldn’t help but curse: “What kind of stupid idea is this?! Doesn’t he think it’s chaotic enough already? What’s the name of this guy? I’m going to the House of the Deceased to scold him.”

Basoluo was taken aback: “Is the idea not good?”

“Of course not,” Silver Coin explained. “He should have sent someone directly to control the cemetery guards, not hand it to just anyone. Changing the power balance of a place casually is basically encouraging them to start a war, isn’t it?”

“If you had a command over an undead army and then ran out of food in the city, and couldn’t buy any elsewhere, wouldn’t you raid Northern Wind City?” Silver Coin posed a hypothetical question.