Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 424: Chapter 253: Break it Apart _1

Negris stretched out his neck, slowly, slowly, took the Little Sapling from Ange’s hand, slowly, slowly, and placed it on Ange’s head, glancing provocatively at the War Tree Man.

The Little Sapling looked at the incredibly tall creature in front of it and got very excited, it waved its leaves: grow stronger—grow taller—grow stronger—grow taller—

The War Tree Man stared incredulously at his body as his bark slowly hardened, forming a layer of shell. Inside the shell were some vertical hollow passages. The branches on top of the shell curled up delicate buds, wrapping the tree crown like a shield of soft green curls.

The War Tree Man immediately felt his body temperature drop drastically. He was close to overheating before, but because of the temperature difference, the air rose quickly from the hollow passages forming a chimney effect, rapidly draining the heat from his body.

Simultaneously, the hardened shell isolated the heat from the sun, preventing the water from evaporating from the surface of his body, causing the War Tree Man to cool down rapidly.

The soft green curls of buds, shielded the fierce sun, like a fluffy hat, allowing him to adapt more to the desert environment .

With these two changes, the War Tree Man, who was almost parched due to the sunlight, suddenly felt comfortable.

However, all of these were unimportant now. The War Tree Man looked excitedly at the Little Sapling who created all of this. Both of his feet rooted instantly into the ground, propped his arms up, inclined his whole body forward, and a deep voice spoke, “Tree Man Gore, pays respect to the God of Life.”

Negris, asserting his right, flapped his wings, took off, grabbed the leaves of the Little Sapling, and loudly questioned: “Whose was going to declare war on us just now!?”

As soon as Negris’ paw touched the Little Sapling, the War Tree Man became anxious and subconsciously wanted to stop him. After Negris asked, he hurriedly denied: “Not me, not me.”

Negris was triumphant: “You still can’t beat me.”

But when he turned around and looked, he suddenly panicked. He noticed that Little Angel, Little Zombie, Lisa, Anna, Hiludi, Auburnli… all were staring at him fiercely. If it weren’t for Ange being there, they might have jumped him and torn him apart.

He forgot that the Little Sapling not only was the God of the Tree People but also everyone’s darling.

With an embarrassed laugh, Negris quickly changed the subject and loudly said to Tree Man Gore, “Who are you? Why are you here? Who sent you here?”

Tree Man Gore responded in a deep voice: “I am Tree Man Gore, a War Tree Man, the Elf told me to come. It said that there were people here looking for…”.

As he was speaking, Tree Man Gore’s gaze suddenly fell on the Little Sapling. As if he had remembers something, his deep voice suddenly rose with excitement and he changed his words, “No, I came by myself. I want to serve the God of Life; this is my lifelong pursuit and dream!”

“….” Everyone exchanged glances, this War Tree Man was not the same honest and faithful creature from the legends.

And so, the War Tree Man took root in the city of the Goddess of Beauty, right next to the World Tree. Because of his size, he immediately became the tallest point in the city.

Lisa didn’t stand on ceremony and immediately sent people to build a platform at the top of the tree to use as a watchtower.

“Make sure you use soft wood for the structure, place it where there are knots, bind it securely, otherwise, it will rub through my bark,” Gore didn’t refuse when he heard about building a platform. He even enthusiastically gave tips.

“Why should I refuse? If you build a watchtower, will you send people to keep watch? That would be great, there will be someone to talk to.”

“Gore is most afraid of being bored. The forest is lively, and there are many animals to talk to. This place is too hot and deserted. The Elf said there would be war, which is why I came.”

“Oh yes, I must serve the God of Life, that is my lifelong pursuit and dream!”

Negris found that this Tree Man was simply a chatterbox, and he had no principles or a stand of his own. The words he just said could be denied and changed immediately. It was clear that the Elf had tricked him into coming here, but he insisted he came to serve the Little Sapling, even though he didn’t know about the Little Sapling’s existence before he came.

But Gore managed to change his story without turning red or losing breath.

“Why are we the War Tree People? Because we were granted the mission of war and guardianship by the God of Life. We are Tree People, not the weak Tree Herders who graze plants for a living. War is our mission! Eliminate the enemy!”

Only after this chat did Negris realize, the Tree People also have a class hierarchy. Gore clearly looked down upon Tree Herders.

“Why is there only one of me? With the power of War Tree Man, one is enough to change the… okay, it’s because the other Tree People can’t stand the heat, so they refused to come.”

While saying this, Gore couldn’t help but complain: “It’s too hot here, I had to rest during the day and travel at night. I’ve been on the road for over a month before I got here. I had to dig my roots deep during the day, otherwise, I can’t absorb water, my bark is drying out and cracking.”

“It’s much better now. The God of Life has given me the ability to adapt to the desert climate. Look at these hollow tubes; they can draw the air from my foot and expel it from the crown of the tree, taking out the heat. Now when the sun shines on me, I don’t feel uncomfortable anymore, the God of Life, the eternal God.”

Negris asked curiously: “Why aren’t you repulsed by the Little Sapling? It’s not really a reincarnation of the God of Life, it’s not the same as that old tree.”