Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 419: Chapter 251: Is Durken Dead?_1

In the Land of Slumber, sleep was vital. If one couldn’t sleep, the only thing left to do was to stare at the endless tombstones and contemplate life.

“Didn’t you know I have nervous insomnia and nightmares? I barely managed to fall asleep for once only to be woken by your wailing. I swear, it’s too… wait, who’re you, invaders?”

The Witch that got up cursing from the overturned tombstone didn’t notice Ange and the others until the end of her rant. The instant she did, she spotted their oddities and her face lit up with excitement.

“Are you invaders? You are, aren’t you? That’s fantastic!” The excited Witch leapt from her tomb, releasing a soul-piercing screech “Wake up, we have invaders! We have something to do!”

Her soul-shrieking spread like a storm, and tombstones around her, whether flipped or slid open one by one, letting loose skeleton necromancer Undead who spread out like ripples.

The Land of Slumber that was silent a moment ago, suddenly turned into a playground for the Undead as countless Undead beings flocked over, brushing shoulders, and waving around skeletal arms.

Seeing that things were about to spiral out of control, Ange stepped forward, transformed, and roared.

Steadfast Locke’s soul roar spread violently, affecting all the Undead creatures nearby like being blasted by a magical blow dryer. Their souls felt refreshed, it was as though they’d been blown away.

After the soulful roar, all the Undead stood still, utterly silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed. When the Undead beings came to their senses, they knelt before the purple-golden skeleton, their soulful shouts echoed, “Locke! Locke! Locke!”

The Witch who was awakened by Negris was shaking with excitement “Lord Locke, Lord Locke! Is it you, Lord Locke? Have you finally come to save us? You didn’t forget about us poor lingering souls, did you? Do you remember me? Do you remember me?”

The Witch knelt on the ground, stretching her hands forward, as if she wanted to hug Ange’s leg.

An underdeveloped Embryo Dragon stepped in between them and looked at the Witch thoughtfully, “I think I remember you. Aren’t you that…what’s-her-name?”

“Bronze Dragon, you’re such a cheapskate! Are you the Lord of Knowledge?!” The Witch cried out in shock.

Negris coughed blood internally, screaming: When did being ‘a cheapskate’ become my characteristic? Do you know what ‘cheapskate’ means? I’ll lock you with up with Lightning so that you can learn!

“I remember now, you are Night Watchman Dark Circle!” After a lot of pondering, Negris finally remembered who that was.

Meanwhile, it was the end of Ange’s transformation duration, and he turned back to his human form. The Witch stared at Ange blankly, lost.

If it had only been Ange, the Witch would have doubted her eyes or wondered if it was some Illusion Technique. But the presence of the Bronze Dragon who called out her nickname sparked doubts instead.

What happened? Why did Lord Locke change like this?

“Lord of Knowledge, my name isn’t Dark Circle. I’m Night Watchman Lamo. Long time no see, Lord of Knowledge, you…” Lamo, the Witch asked hesitantly.

“Indeed, where are your dark circles? How come they’re gone? Didn’t recognize you for a moment there.” Negris asked surprised.

Lamo replied with a bitter smile, “Sir, I created the dark eye circles myself in memory of my cause of death- dying from insomnia. But now, after sleeping for more than a thousand years, I don’t think I should have dark circles anymore. So, I stopped faking them.”

“Wheeze- So you do get grumpy when you wake up. Can you still suffer from insomnia even after you are dead?” Negris asked curiously.

“Of course I can; it’s worse than before! When I was alive, I could faint when I couldn’t hold it anymore, but not now. I’m tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The thoughts in my soul erupt whenever I calm down, I can’t sleep unless I sort them out thoroughly.” Lamo spilled out his miseries.

Negris didn’t know what to say. It’s easy for Undead creatures to control their souls. Only those who can’t control their stray thoughts could possibly suffer from insomnia. He didn’t expect to encounter such an Undead creature.

“That indeed sounds painful. I understand. What is going on here?” Negris changed the topic.

“Sir, it’s us who needs answers from you. Why did the Resting Camp disappear all of a sudden? We can’t sense either Your Majesty or Lord Locke. For so many years, no one came looking for us, and we are unable to leave this place. What exactly happened?” Lamo was eager to filter his queries back.

Seeing his confused and bewildered appearance, Negris felt a chill in his heart thinking it might be troublesome if nobody here knew what had happened.

“Where’s Durken? Is Durken here?” Negris hastily asked.

Lamo nodded, “He is.”

Negris let out a sigh of relief. That’s good, as long as Durken was here, he would have a lot more information.

However, before he could feel relieved, Lamo added, “But Lord Durken, while exploring the method for leaving this place, was torn apart by the lights outside, leaving only his Life Box.”

“Spew! Can’t you just say everything in one go?” Negris spewed blood, surprised: “As long as the Life Box is there, he can be resurrected. Where is he?”