ALL NOVEL Chapter 8 Terrible Possibilities
Ange dragged the little zombie down, and there were more and more 'people' on the road, among them were many skeletons and zombies, who either carried wooden baskets to carry things, or stirred the winch to lift water, and other repetitive tasks.
On these skeletons and zombies, Ang saw his own shadow. He himself was a skeleton doing repetitive work, and his job was to grow vegetables.
With the existence of these skeleton zombies, Ange and the little zombies looked inconspicuous. The 'people' on the road didn't even look at them, they were busy with their own work. For some reason, everyone's faces were full of worry.
It is the first time that Anger discovered that there are so many kinds of "people" in the world. There are human beings like Esk, a tauren with a cow's head on his head, and cavemen who walk on their forelimbs with arms longer than their feet. There are also succubi with sheep's hooves but extremely hot body, and there are all kinds of them.
Of course, skeletons and zombies are the most numerous. Almost all repetitive tasks are done by skeletons and zombies, such as noose road, carrying water, and moving things.
Holding the little zombie in one hand, he walked aimlessly. The more he walked, the more remote he went, and the fewer people there were. Finally, Ange found a soft flat ground in a remote corner of the dungeon extending in all directions, and stopped here. down.
The reason for stopping is that the soil here is very soft, fertile and moist. As a vegetable-growing skeleton, An Ge is very sensitive to the soil. He can tell what kind of land can grow things at a glance.
The soil here is fertile, but too wet and without sunlight.
Even the farm in the Dormition Palace has sunlight, but the dungeon does not, but the absence of sunlight does not mean that there are no plants. There is a kind of glowing moss growing on the rock wall at the edge of the flat ground.
This did not surprise Ange, even the stones on the soil can grow moss, let alone a dungeon without sunlight.
It has been a few months since he was teleported, and Ange hasn't grown anything for a long time. Seeing the soft soil and the plants that can grow, the instinct of growing vegetables engraved in his soul can't help it.
There is no sunshine, no need to avoid the sun, no wind of rest, no need to dig a crypt, and Ange, who stayed there, simply fiddled with moss, collecting this glowing moss everywhere.
While Ange was picking moss, a wave of fierce quarrel broke out in the meeting hall of the dungeon.
The quarrel was mainly between two people, the succubus Lina and the goblin Craig. The reason for the quarrel was that Isik did not buy food, and the dungeon had to face the situation of life and death, and they needed to make a final decision.
Lina said angrily: "Your proposal is inhuman, inhuman, and immoral. If you drive these people into the wilderness, they will die. You are killing people!"
Clegg said in a leisurely manner: "I am not a human being, why do I have humanity? Driving some people out is to keep others alive. Isn't this the most moral thing? If you don't do this, by this time next year, We'll all starve to death."
Lina said angrily, "You're making excuses. Why do you decide which group to drive out? How many people should be driven out? And which group of people should you let live? You don't have the right to do so."
Clegg said plainly: "It's not me who decides how many people to drive out, it's the food that decides, how many people can be fed with the food we have, and the rest will be driven out and let them fend for themselves, otherwise, all the food will be exhausted , they will all die."
Lina said: "We can work harder to keep the magic lights on for a longer time, and we can add more magic power to them. If we work together, we will definitely overcome the difficulties."
"This year has passed, what about next year?" Clegg said disapprovingly: "This world can't accommodate a large population. In the past, it was because of the transfer station of the world of the Undead Empire. The wealth it left behind allowed us to sustain more After a thousand years, we really can't hold on now, we shouldn't fight against this fate, let it return to its proper position."
After a pause, Clegg added: "We are now driving out the low-end population, and we can still screen and retain more valuable high-end talents. When the food is exhausted, even if you want to screen, you can't do it. Noble Your wizards will starve to death like troglodytes, and your clever goblin engineers will rot like those succubuses who can only show their heads and charm people, and that is the real waste."
She didn't forget to step on the succubus when discussing the matter, so Lina turned her face in anger, turned to Ferlin and said, "Master Ferlin, Clegg's proposal is too absurd and cruel, please use your vote to veto, veto His proposal."
Ferrin nodded: "It's indeed too cruel, but Lina, if it were me, I would suggest launching the Scourge of the Undead."
"What!?" Ferlin's words had just finished, not only Lena and Clegg, but also the entire council was woken up.
As the name suggests, the undead disaster is a disaster launched by the undead, turning everyone into an undead disaster, that is to say, killing all living things in the dungeon, which is more cruel than Craig's expulsion part.
And he can do it, all the undead creatures in the city obey Ferlin's command, as long as he makes a thought, the undead disaster can be launched.
For a moment, everyone thought they had heard it wrong, and Lina couldn't believe it even more. Mr. Feilin, who has always been kind and amiable, actually said such terrible words, and instinctively wanted to find an excuse for him: "Master Feilin means that the Is everyone reincarnated as a lich?"
Fei Lin shook his head: "There are not so many materials, and there are at most three or five reincarnations, which is meaningless."
"What do you mean?" Craig asked cautiously. He could accept part of the expulsion, because he couldn't be expelled anyway, but if it was a natural disaster of the undead, then he would have to compete with others for these three or five reincarnations quota.
Feilin sighed leisurely, and asked earnestly: "Do you know what is the greatest achievement of the dungeon's development to this day?"
This topic was a bit jumpy, and everyone shook their heads in astonishment.
"It's an atmosphere of harmonious coexistence. When everyone first came here, the tauren and goblins were still feuds, the succubi were still human slaves, and many races were still food for each other. Do you know what the hungry people will do when the food runs out? ?”
Some people guessed what Filin was going to say, and there was a solemn look on their faces. This was indeed a possibility they had never thought of before.
"They will scrub and clean the calf just born by Mrs. Niu next door and throw it into the pot. They will put the goblins on skewers and sprinkle them with seasonings and put them in the oven. They will cut off the hooves and feet of the succubus to make soup."