Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 526

Chapter 526: Chapter 302: It’s Not a Fight If You Don’t Fight Back_3
 

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Hiludi still held her head high, but she could sense the elemental changes, speaking directly: “I would advise you to come with me. Our school’s Death Star and Blue Star have also received bounties. I simply got here first because I ran faster. If they find you, they won’t be polite.”

Hearing these two names, Owenson was stunned. Did the Truth Mage actually accept a bounty? Blue Star was understandable as Tyrone openly bid for assignments, but did Dead Star Auburnli also accept a bounty?

Auburnli was rumored to be undead; would she only accept dead and not alive?

“Lord… Lord Typhoon only takes tasks with a reward of over half a million demon crystals, and doesn’t take combat assignments, right?” Owenson weakly asked.

Blue Star was Tyrone’s code name in Stellaris, and Typhoon was his title.

Hiludi replied, “If the reward is a regrowth kit, he may make an exception. If you don’t fight back, it’s not a combat mission. Do you want to fight with Tyrone?”

Owenson almost coughed up blood. Was that how it worked? Not fighting back wasn’t combat, so would fighting back be called self-defense?

On one side was the Death Star, on the other was Tyrone, and then there was Hiludi. Owenson couldn’t help but compare them. After a few comparisons, he suddenly realized. Why must he surrender? Couldn’t he run? Hiludi wasn’t a Truth Mage.

“You surely can’t beat me either. Do you want to try?” As Hiludi sensed the fluctuation of his elemental power, she instantly knew what he was thinking. She warned him promptly, and at the same time, a black spatial rift appeared in front of her.

“Dimensional.. Dimensional Sickle? No need to try, I surrender.” Owenson quickly dropped his Elemental Javelin, dispersed the elements around him, and promptly surrendered.

The Dimensional Sickle was a kind of magic that even a slight scratch wouldn’t heal easily. It was too risky.

Hiludi breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was confident of defeating Owenson, it was too high here, she was afraid, persuasion was indeed the best.

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Ange was treating the dragons with broken membranes. These dragons were already familiar with his breath and were as quiet as quails.

After flying around, Negris returned and complained, “Counted them. There are 105 live dragons and 320 dragon corpses that could be resurrected into undead dragons. But what should we do with the live ones? We should just kill them all. Keeping them alive is not feasible. A seven or eight meters long dragon could eat the food for two to three hundred people. We can’t afford to raise them.”

A gorgeous human woman ran out and fell on her knees in front of Negris, beating her chest and saying, “I, I’ll raise them.”

By human standards, Gailard was extraordinarily beautiful, but this woman was no less, with less delicacy but more coldness.

“Who are you?” Where did this beautiful woman come from? She seemed familiar, but where had he seen her before?

“This is Xi.” Lisa said somewhat unnaturally. There was no helping it. Though she wasn’t a jealous woman, Xi’s beauty stirred envy, especially witnessing her transformation, Lisa felt unsettled facing her now.

When will Lord Ange give her a fist too? Lisa had this thought.

“This… is still changing? No wonder she looks familiar.” Negris looked at her, he didn’t expect her to keep changing after they left, becoming unrecognizable due to her beauty.

But no matter how beautiful she was, it was useless. Negris said, “I mean we can’t afford to feed them, not that no one wants to. They need refined food.”

Xi waved her hand and pointed at the corpses: “Let me raise these.”