Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 953

Chapter 953: Chapter 525: Be Ready to Fight at Any Time Chapter 953: Chapter 525: Be Ready to Fight at Any Time Kronos finally couldn't restrain himself and angrily said, “Shut up! Damn it, swear you won't kill the Titans and I'll tell you what I know.”

“Oh, that's not a problem. After all, living Titans can be used to farm the land, dead ones are useless,” Anthony laughed.

Negris quietly gave him a thumbs up and whispered, “I think you're more like a demon, the name 'Lord of Terror' suits you better.”

“Who's calling me?” On top of Little Zombie's head, a flame sprite suddenly popped out a head and asked blankly.

“Go back to sleep, Black Smoke Ring, no one is calling you,” Negris said irritably.

“No, call me Volcanic Ash. You don't usually call me Black Smoke Ring; suddenly calling me this, you must be up to no good,” the Lord of Terror said suspiciously.

“I… you, Bada…” Negris was so angry that he wanted to breathe fire.

“Come on, come on,” the flame sprite made a gesture as if scrubbing itself, as if to say 'your pathetic Dragon Breath is just right for washing me'.

While they were messing around, Anthony had already quickly asked Kronos some key questions.

Two Hemisphere Capturers came together, locking Kronos up, while everyone gathered around to listen to Anthony's briefing.

“The situation is pretty much what we speculated: these Titans are the ones that were driven away by Your Majesty over a thousand years ago.”

“They came to this world thousands of years ago with the God of Light, established a habitat in a place filled with lightning and thunder, with houses and altars, lived joyously without a care, only to find that a thousand years ago, His Majesty also came to this world, the Undead Empire swept across the whole world, and the Titans were so scared that they immediately fled.”

“Alongside them, the Dragon Clan fled as well, so only some Sub-dragons are left here; all the Giant Dragons are gone.”

“After drifting in the Void for some time and unable to find a habitat, as they couldn't stay in the Void long-term due to the lack of Thunder, they suddenly had an idea: since the Faith Storm had wiped out the deities of the Master Plane and the Undead King had gone to the new world, could they go back to the Master Plane?”

Thus, after hundreds of years of drifting, they returned to the Master Plane, stumbling into an unprecedented new world where all the races were united.

Drifting through the Void had weakened them substantially, so for safety's sake, they didn't immediately enter the Master Plane but sent Kronos out to scout first. As Anthony had guessed, such dangerous tasks were definitely left to the lowest-status, low-ranking Titans.

However, Anthony was wrong about one thing: Kronos didn't have any particularly friendly relatives or friends. It was just that when Anthony mentioned these matters, Kronos empathized with other low-ranking Titans, feeling their pain, which made him especially uncomfortable.

In the end, he figured it out: since he was already captured, and since other Titans would still be coming in to get captured, and since they certainly couldn't defeat the Lord of Mourning and the other powerful races, he shouldn't be blamed for it. Leaking information was actually a way to save them.

“How many Titans are there?” Negris asked.

“There are more than sixty, including the Titan God King Tyranus, twelve Gold Titans, and the rest are Thunder Titans,” Anthony answered.

“Tyranus, eh? I've met him before. I didn't expect that after thousands of years, everything has changed,” Negris said wistfully. “Their strength is pretty formidable: Tyranus should be a lot stronger than Feiti and Harvey. Without His Majesty backing us up, if they try to push through, it won't be easy to stop them.”

“That won't happen,” Anthony said. “As long as the powerful ones from all races mobilize, it won't matter if there are even more Tyranuses; it's just that the losses might be a bit heavy. We should have Goddess of Beauty City and Lisa ready for healing tasks, and for the wounded to be treated, and for the dead to be reincarnated.”

Negris nodded: “That's true.”

Back then, the Titans were forced to leave not because of the Undead King, after all, the Monarch didn't operate in the Master Plane. The main reason was the rise of the Gods of Light.

And now, the powerful beings of all races in the Master Plane, in truth, are not much weaker than the Gods of Light. Just the three Truth Mages from the Stellaris Magic Academy, those Truth Mages of the Elf Clan, and those Giant Dragons of the Dragon Clan are already very tough to deal with.

But the true strength of the Master Plane doesn't lie in these powerful beings, but in those hundreds of thousands of ordinary magicians, swordsmen, mercenaries, thieves, shamans, archers, druids.

Any enemy that invades the Plane would have to face their endless attacks and would simply be worn out to death.

With the Master Plane free of worries, Negris could also put his mind at ease and got ready to leave this place.

At the moment, they were holed up in a corner of Tabama City, having just teleported over without the chance to leave the city, they picked up on Kronos and had to find a temporary nook, gathering together, they could pass for a bunch of vagabonds to the unknowing.

Just then, a voice called out in surprise, “Lord Ange? Lord Nage? What are you doing here?”

Everyone turned to look and saw a somewhat familiar and still captivating mature woman. Negris thought for a moment, “Aesani?”

Aesani spoke reproachfully, “Lord Nage, did you forget me so quickly?”

“What's so strange about that? Where we come from, practically everyone changes when they come in. I have to rely on card numbers to recognize people. Without seeing the card, I wouldn't even remember what you used to look like.” Negris said, examining Aesani up and down before adding, “You seem to have become younger.”

When Negris spoke of youth, he was referring to mentality. Aesani was originally an old woman of over a hundred and thirty years, with both her outlook and demeanor showing her age. But now, she had changed, unexpectedly 'scolding' someone.

If she were still one hundred and thirty years old, could you imagine how grim it would be for her to make such a face? Now, matched with her younger appearance, it seemed perfectly fitting.

“Yes, indeed, I feel like I've grown younger; I often feel intense emotions bursting from deep within my body, just like a hundred years ago. This is what youth is, I thank you, my lord, for granting me this rebirth.” Aesani said excitedly.

“No need to thank me; you paid for it. Let's not talk about that. What are you doing here?” Negris asked curiously.

“Oh, oh, oh, I'm a lookout. I'm on lookout duty here. In these next few days, Tabama is holding a trade fair, so a large number of lookouts are needed, that's why I'm here,” Aesani explained.

“Lookout? Trade fair? You?” Negris asked with three big question marks, the Molten Heart herself, Aesani, working as a lookout at a trade fair? What a joke?

Aesani smiled sheepishly, “I had no choice, look at me now; how could I go back? Those who knew me would either burn me at the stake as a monster or beg me to take them to you. So I didn't go back. When I ran out of money, I had to find a job.”

“Luckily, I still have my strength. It's too easy for an arcanist to find work. I thought about saving up for a hundred years before going to find you, but I never expected to run into you here so coincidentally. My lords, what about you? Why are you here?” Aesani asked.

Ange suddenly looked up into the sky.

Everyone else hurriedly looked up as well, and once they saw the situation, Negris couldn't help but say, “It seems your job might not be so easy to complete after all.”

Aesani also gave a wry smile, “Yes indeed; if I can't complete the job, my deposit will be forfeited. There goes the money I put down at the guild.”

In the sky above, a Magician's flying tower was slowly descending, with four Dragon Sorcerers circling around it, their demeanor predatory, as if ready to start a fight at any moment.

Chapter end

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