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Living In Another World With A Farm

If he wanted to boss around, he could do whatever he wanted. I would continue to farm, but if he tried to attack me, then he would not live to see another day. Zhao Hai was a shut-in until he was transmigrated to another world with a farm and taken over the body of a fallen noble. The land that the noble had was one that could not grow anything. He also had a fiance who was the heir to a principality. To make matters even worse, he was talentless in martial arts and magic where he couldn’t even learn both. “So what if I can’t do magic? I have my farm. Let’s see you try and attack me! I’ll let my bugs out to devour all of your military rations! I’ll put pesticides in your water source and grow weeds on your land! Let’s see you try and attack me after that!” “What? You’ll hire assassins to kill me? Try and do that when I’m hiding inside my farmhouse. Once that is over, I’ll rid your country of all your food sources! Your citizens will come after you instead of you coming after me!” The shut-in had a slightly foul personality. This is a story of how he, and his farm, became a nightmare to the people of a world of swords and magic.

Ming Yu · Oriental
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7218 Chs

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As Zhao Hai's Army advanced, they sent even more people out to Scout. They could see some Wukong-level Masters everywhere in the forest. They could ensure that the Army would not encounter any ambushes as they advanced.

It was actually useful. As they advanced, they had alerted some experts of the sacred Institute. Those experts were all at the sky dance level, and there were many of them. It was obvious that they wanted to attack the Army, but they were all scared away by the sky dance level experts sent by Zhao Hai.

The Army advanced slowly. Zhao Hai did not send his Scouts too far away. He only needed to ensure everyone's safety. Of course, they left enough guards in the cities behind. This time, Zhao Hai only brought less than 400000 troops.

They didn't advance very quickly. Three days later, they finally reached the line of defense formed by the small cities.