A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

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Sampan Plane, Brutal Dragon Town.

Rather than calling it a small town, it was more like a bigger village.

The buildings here were mainly made of wood, with a few houses made of mud tiles.

The closer they got to the core area of the town, the more mud-tiled houses there were.

There were 30,000 to 50,000 Astral Creatures active here. Among them, there were about 5,000 Astral Drakonids who were the core residents.

The Drakonids were more xenophobic.

They lived in the mud-tiled houses in the core area and discriminated against the living beings in the periphery.

Other than the Drakonids, the biggest population groups in Brutal Dragon Town were the Astral Kobolds, Wild Boars, and Orcs.

There were very few humans here.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even if there were, they would only survive as prisoners of war, slaves, or even food for a short period of time.

Not long after.

They would become the souls of the Astral World Drakonids or food in their stomachs.

There were obvious differences in the industries operated by the various species in Brutal Dragon Town.

This was because the highest-ranked Astral Drakonids controlled the mining and trading industries there.

The other races could only take some leftovers from the areas that the drakonids disdained to participate in.

But even so.

This place still attracted a large number of creatures from the New Territories.

The reason was simple.

Brutal Dragon Town was the area with the most Planar Passages in the Sampan Plane.

This place was not only one of the few bridges between the astral plane and the prime material plane but there were also many cracks and passages that led to other secondary planes.

It was precisely because of this unique condition that warmongers, adventurers, mercenaries, slave traders, and all kinds of people gathered here.

The authorities of Brutal Dragon Town did not prohibit this. Instead, they encouraged it.

This was because their feudal lord had made his fortune through Planar Wars and the slave trade.

Even if it had developed to its current stage.

The Red Dragon Warrior named Cossack also maintained the tradition of leading the Berserkers of Brutal Dragon Town to attack the nearby sub-planes every year or two.

In the eyes of the astral creatures, this custom was a heavenly feast.

Because of the desire to kill and plunder carved in their bones.

Every time Cossack attacked a sub-plane near the material world, they could recruit a large number of soldiers of varying quality without paying extra money or resources.

Of course, it was very difficult for these soldiers to fight against the wind.

However, as long as he and his Drakonid troops charged forward, most of the human settlements would be reduced to ruins under their butcher's knives.

There was no spring or autumn in the astral plane.

However, in April, any creature could feel the joy and blood in the air of Brutal Dragon Town.

The gossip was spreading among the busybodies and agents on the streets.

The eyes of the thugs, who had been idle for a long time, lit up.

"Have you heard? Lord Cossack has recently found another hidden sub-plane. The guards have already slaughtered a village at the entrance of the sub-plane. They captured many people, and most of them were disposed of outside the hub. The remaining few are probably to be given to the big shots in the astral world as pets."

"We can fight again soon?!"

" Something like that. It's been a year since Lord Cossack left Brutal Dragon Town with his troops. It's about time for another feast!"

"Hehehe, I can't wait to drink the blood of those cowardly creatures. Damn it, I lost my armour to the female boss of the Rotting Roots Tavern yesterday. No, I'll go and ask her for it now…"

"Do you want her to give it to you?"

"What else? At most, I'll just put in more effort…"

Similar conversations were happening all over Brutal Dragon Town.

The well-informed thugs had already begun to rub their fists and prepare for the upcoming war.

Even the kobold began to spread the news and decided to prepare more things to supply the lord so as to obtain the right to tail behind the main army to pick up scraps.

It was as if they wanted to confirm that the rumour was true.

A few Drakonid warriors of the Imperial Guards suddenly brought out a human woman with dishevelled hair. They cut open her stomach in front of the others and hung her corpse on the city wall.

" This is the fate of a slave who doesn't serve his master well!"

The leading Drakonid warrior left this sentence and left arrogantly.

A thick smell of blood immediately filled the air near the city wall.

A few reckless fly demons hovered in the sky for a while before suddenly lowering their altitude to bite the corpse. In the end, they were instantly whipped twice by the Drakonid soldiers who were eyeing them covetously, and they died on the spot.

The corpse of the fly demon fell to the base of the city wall.

The two Wild Boarmen happily dragged their corpses away.

"We can have an extra meal tonight…"

However, they didn't walk far.

A group of fierce-looking kobolds surrounded them.

They didn't hesitate to pounce on the strong body of the Wild Boarman.

In the alley.

The smell of blood snowballed.

The creatures passing by turned a blind eye to it. For Brutal Dragon Town, this was just a common scene.

As for when this battle would come to an end.

It all depended on when the participants died or when they were exhausted.

In the middle of the town.

In a three-story building.

In a hall that resembled a conference room, the Drakonid Overlord, whose entire body was covered in flaming dragon scales, sat silently on a chair made of cold iron.

He was the lord of Brutal Dragon Town, Bloody Hand Cossack with the bloodline of a Red Dragon.