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.

    This time, Zhao Hai did not mobilize any troops. Since they were already in enemy territory, there was no need to mobilize any troops. They could just start fighting. With Zhao Hai's order, the Army that had just killed their way through the blood slaughter sect began to form a neat formation and slowly advanced. Their speed was not fast, but they could respond to any unexpected situation at any time. At the same time, the alien zergs and the hidden fog clan underground all followed suit. However, as long as it was needed, countless large magical weapons could immediately fly into the sky of the bloody massacre sect. Hence, Zhao Hai was not worried at all.


Chapter 8982 - Rest (1)