Ashen Dragon-Chapter 422 - 345 Farming Skeleton
Chapter 422 -345 Farming Skeleton
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[You gained 1500xp]
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[You gained 1200xp]
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Inside the Steel Dragonwing Palace, Cassius, who was sitting on the throne, nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the information refreshing on his panel.
Recently, Silver Dragon Olivia moved to Isdalia in the Imperial Center. She said she wanted to fulfill her duties as a council member and make the Ashen Empire a fairer, more peaceful nation.
White Dragon Tiniya was dragged off for an intense study of history and politics. She wasn’t allowed to return until she completed her learning goals.
Blue Dragon Christina seemed to have disappeared recently, and after that coronation ceremony, the Faria Family’s attitude towards the Ashen Empire became complicated.
After the coronation ceremony ended and internal and external troubles were resolved, the Ashen Empire completed the unification of the Anzeta Great Wilderness. The life of Cassius, the “Ashen Emperor,” became exceptionally dull—
Every day, it was eating, sleeping, researching spells, and then quietly watching his experience points skyrocketing on his panel and the gold coins piling up in his treasury.
What a boring life.
Cassius couldn’t help but sigh.
“The players’ enthusiasm was even higher than I imagined. In just a few weeks, they produced over fifty thousand experience points again.”
“Tsk, it was worth it for me to personally capture that lich. The results are indeed impressive.”
“By the way, as for Matra, who knows…”
Before Cassius could finish, a magic communication request appeared in the hall: “Your Majesty, our experiment was very successful. These undead creatures can be used as farmers.”
The excited voice of the empire’s agriculture official, Aliph Levi, came through.
Cassius turned his head and looked at a mirror on the wall. It showed a vast, flat field, the black soil so rich it almost seemed to ooze.
This was the Matra Great Plain, which used to be covered by year-round, unmelted snow, once abandoned as “barren lands” by the northern nobility.
After the red dragon altered the climate and melted the snow, it became the largest and most fertile farming area in all of Anzeta—the Matra Great Farmland.
The arable land area of this plain reached 43 million hectares. Its flat terrain and fertile soil meant that, with proper development, it was enough to support the entire empire’s grain supply.
“Aargh….”
A low sound echoed across the plain.
On the land, rows of skeletons walked rigidly through the fields, swinging their hoes hard. They were farming?
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Yes, they were indeed farming.
These skeletons had no self-awareness but could be controlled to perform basic actions.
Further out in the fields, there were hundreds of skeletons sowing seeds under the agricultural official’s guidance.
Anzeta itself was a sparsely populated area, with barely ten million people scattered across nearly three million square kilometers.
The empire didn’t lack land; it lacked population.
Under Ramp’s plans and calls, factories in various cities were hiring workers, and it seemed wasteful to allocate part of the precious, scarce human resources as agricultural labor.
However, industrial development required sufficient non-agricultural population and plenty of grain as support. Besides, the empire had yet to develop large-scale agricultural machinery.
So, Ramp proposed the creation of a new imperial institution called the “Department of Agriculture Affairs.”
“Agriculture Officials” were mostly druids familiar with the Way of Nature, nearly all of them players, each leading hundreds of cheap skeletons to perform large-scale, centralized farming at night.
During the day, most of these skeletons stayed on standby in coffins or mined underground.
The department also collaborated with the empire’s Department of Technology, where “genists” from the Mechanical God Cult were responsible for cultivating improved seeds and researching higher-yielding and more adaptable crops.
Meanwhile, druids could use druid spells, employing various unnatural growth spells to make the crops grow more vigorously.
One player, nicknamed “I Don’t Eat Jin Kela,” even found a novel approach by buying and stockpiling human waste from various cities to set up a “Jinkela Organic Fertilizer Company.”
Additionally, he collaborated with the Department of Agriculture Affairs and became a wealthy player within weeks.
This might be some innate talent flowing in their veins; the players progressed quite quickly in farming.
It was estimated that after this harvest, the Matra Great Farmland’s grain would be able to supply the entire country.
It was foreseeable that once the “Skeleton Agriculture System” was fully formed, the empire wouldn’t lack food for quite some time.
Cassius stared at the endless farmland, seemingly already seeing the golden wheat fields about to grow.
Yet, his gaze also wandered towards the distant cities, where people were sweating profusely before massive, monstrous machinery, like parts clinging to those steel beasts.
“Heh, heh….”
“Farming, huh… You should be thanking me. At least you get to eat your fill, right?”
The red dragon couldn’t help but yawn. He felt a bit drowsy; perhaps his next slumber was approaching.
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Night was falling, the stars twinkled.
On the vast Matra Great Farmland, a druid was driving hundreds of skeletons working diligently in the fields.
Above his head was the famous nickname “Wings of Freedom”—known to players as “Holy Light Bro.”
Holy Light Bro wiped the sweat from his brow, still revealing his strong body, certain parts covered by blinding holy light, like a star in the night.
He looked off into the distance, showing a rough, honest smile.
“Ah—”
“What a beautiful wilderness. I can feel the breath of nature—”
He sighed: “It’s a pity that people are so ignorant. They don’t understand the beauty of the Way of Nature and instead cover beautiful bodies with coarse fabrics.”
Holy Light Bro patted the skeleton in front of him.
“You guys are truly wonderful. Though you are dead, you stand naked and meet me sincerely.”
“Praise freedom!”
Holy Light Bro lay down, transforming into a brown bear.
His body emitted a glowing green natural power, allowing the seeds sown to accumulate more life energy.
“Aargh….”
The skeletons let out suppressed growls, still swinging their hoes tirelessly, seemingly never feeling fatigue.
In fact, Holy Light Bro was completely talking nonsense. Undead creatures and druids were born in conflict. Druids, following the Way of Nature, abhor these existences that defy death.
But the players didn’t care at all. He was just finding a way to satisfy his perverted desires.
