Gege Wu had been a goblin mage when he was alive. He had been small and thin, and after being transformed into an undead, he was basically reduced to a skeleton, becoming even lighter.
After contacting Lieutenant Colonel Wojin, who was in charge of the camp stationed halfway up the mountain, the latter first came down. Following Gege Wu's wishes, he lifted him with one hand, mounted his boar, and charged all the way up. He smoothly crossed the cliff and arrived at the plains on the other side.
Although only a few months had passed since that great battle, with the help of the Wood Elf mages led by John, the area had already achieved a certain degree of greenery.
At that moment, people on the plains were busy sowing seeds, while pigs were busy rooting through the soil. Everyone was occupied with their own tasks.
In the eyes of the director of the desertification control department, what they really needed was an artificial lake—or a reservoir would do as well.
After all, a stable and sufficient water source was still very important.
Originally, it could not be considered particularly difficult, but with the cliff blocking the way, the difficulty had increased more than tenfold. To put it bluntly, it was simply impossible.
Still, the garrison had managed to help dig out a reservoir.
Although they could not cross the cliff and divert water from the other side, it also rained here. They might as well store some water whenever it rained.
However, Gege Wu clearly had no interest in the changes taking place on the plains.
Whether alive or dead, he had never cared much about the environment.
In fact, to some extent, places with too much greenery and overflowing vitality made him, as an undead, feel uncomfortable