Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Um, sir, are there any survivors?” Anthony didn’t complain about the messed-up plan, instead, he asked the most crucial question.

If there were survivors, he would have to adjust his plan accordingly.

When a leader disrupts a plan, it’s surely a wise move. Shouldn’t you adjust your strategy to align with the leader’s? Would it make sense if the leader had to adjust to your plan?

Ange shook his head: “We have…a dead one?”

Ange was not sure how to describe it, there was no survivor, but there was a dead man who could talk. What should that be called?

The deputy of Lainate was brought forward, his neck bitten with a significant gap. It seemed like all the blood in his body had been drained from this wound, clearly he was very dead.

However, at that moment, he had a terrified look on his face, his eyes dull, and a complicated gaze at everything.

“Eh, has he become a witch already? So soon?” Anthony wondered aloud.

Two wailing banshees emerged from behind Ange, respectfully bowing: “We’ve sped up his transformation, Your Majesty Piero.”

Anthony was a passionate fan of the Howling Opera, in the Resting Abyss of Kvada, apart from the opera, there wasn’t much to do. So he knew these banshees, but he couldn’t differentiate them, so he vaguely nodded: “Oh, it’s you guys.”

Taking the deputy for interrogation, Anthony quickly pieced together what had happened in the early morning.

When Lainate was marching towards the border while boasting, the corpses scattered on both sides of the road had quietly risen.

Throughout the dark night, an unknowable number of corpses fearlessly swarmed over. Lainate’s night march was somewhat hidden, but now the darkness had become the corpses’ greatest camouflage.

It was unlikely that unarmed corpses could break through their defensive line with a direct charge. But now, by the time the corpses on both sides jumped on them, many had gotten dragged before they could react.

Some high-level swordsmen slashed at the corpses rushing at them and prepared to continue the charge, only to find in horror that their companions who had just been dragged down were now getting up, attacking them with expressionless faces.

A terrifying legend emerged in their minds: comrades turned into enemies, souls harvested, this was the Undead Calamity!

The more robust individuals stopped trying to organize a counter-attack and instead, protecting Lainate, tried to break out. However, in the chaos, Lainate’s head had somehow disappeared.

Rogge, a qualified shadow guard, was overlooked by everyone. However, as long as he was there, he would stand by Ange, proving to be far more reliable than self-proclaimed followers like Luther.

In the midst of the successive encirclement, they beheaded the enemy leader. No one would dare do this except for the Dark Knight Emperor.

Run, was the only thought left in the mind of the Wusu cavalrymen.

Unfortunately, their wrongdoing was too significant. There might’ve been tens of thousands of corpses on the way. Even if they stood still, they could block the mountain road entirely.

Some began to fly. Pop, pop, pop! A series of fireballs in the sky turned him into a ball of fire.

Some tore open a teleportation scroll, the exploding spatial fluctuation made him a preferred target, a beam of light shone on him.

“Kvada, it’s a Holy Spirit Angel, why are the Holy Spirit and the Undead mixed together? Did we offend both the Light and the Undead?” Some people cursed and wailed.

Teleport scrolls were the best life-saving tool that the Wusu cavalrymen could bring with them, but not everyone had one. Those who took them out were either blasted by the Little Zombie’s Breath of Death shockwave, stabbed to death by Rogge hidden among the crowd, or reduced to ashes by Ange’s explosive fireballs.

By the end of the night, not a single one had escaped.

Then there were tens of thousands of very much alive ‘refugees’ on the road.

Anthony sighed: “My plan was too conservative. I prioritized secrecy. Sigh, the enemy was too easy. After all, they are a small country in a remote area with only a few wizards. Well, let it be.”

Misha, who had just arrived, was stunned when she heard Anthony’s words, for she was also considered a small remote country in Anthony’s mouth.

However, she was powerless to refute his words because her homeland was even weaker, dealt with by Little Angel using just a Holy Light Flash.

Anthony turned to Lainate’s deputy who was still in a trance, asked: “What will you do? Either you lead us, go capture those feudal landlords. Or we catch you, throw you to those landlords, telling them you’re a witch?”

Lainate’s deputy was startled out of his trance, and hurriedly said: “I’ll lead you, I’ll lead you to catch people.”

The rest went smoothly. A group of people transferred from the Dark City, disguised themselves as displaced farmers among the thousands of newly risen corpses, and besieged the capital of Wusu Kingdom.

The army of the Kingdom of Luosha, under the banner of disaster relief, entered the Wusu Kingdom, captured all the landlords and nobles, and handed them over to the ‘rebel farmers.’

Strangely, the ‘rebels farmers’ got the ‘result they wanted’ and dispersed one after another.

The Grand Duke of Luosha led his troops into the capital, declaring that the Grand Duke of Wusu was brutal and unkind, killed by the ‘rebellious peasants.’ The Wusu Kingdom was temporarily under the administration of the Grand Duke of Luosha.

The children of the Grand Duke of Wusu temporarily stayed in the Grand Ducal Mansion, waiting for the situation to stabilize, and then inherit the title of the Grand Duke. Everyone praised the Grand Duke of Luosha for his character – taking advantage of people’s danger, he was indeed the modern God of Kindness.