The cauldron in the fire pit quickly boiled, George instructed these people to collect the zombie corpses in the farmhouse, and with this boiling water, these houses with zombies stayed all washed aside.
In order to be able to remove the pollution, he also specifically in the process of working constantly chanting the holy hymns.
Although this hymn does not use magic power, but it is some purification effect. More or less can be compared with that salt water.
Of course, if the salt water and hymn together, then the effect on the dispelling of disease will certainly be better. But the salt is so little, George simply can not waste.
In the cleanup of the castle corpses, George had people strip off those clothes that were still intact, threw them into the boiling water and boiled them. After that, he organized a collection of rags, pushing the two dozen bodies towards the cemetery.
This seems to be the sky just in that misty light.
On the way, George flipped through the scrolls and found that after this night, the number of zombies reached more than thirty again. There were quite a few to the east and west, which made people a little worried. There were some that had also wandered to the south.
''The current level of danger near the territory is shown as [still manageable]...'' George nodded at the display on the scroll and couldn't help but feel relieved: 'Looks like those ghosts will be gone by daylight.'
There was also more than him and Alexander in the asylum now. After those extra escorts, the scroll then thought that they would no longer have any risk in dealing with those zombies and wolves.
After thinking about it, George stopped paying attention to those red dots. He turned his attention to his attributes.
When he got up this morning, he felt that although his body was a bit sore, but his body was full of strength. Even when holding the nail hammer, it felt much lighter!
On the top of the scroll, George found that his attributes had indeed changed.
[Physique: 1.5 Wisdom: 0.2]
Vitality: 7/7 (Physique*5) Mana: 2/2 (Wisdom*10)]
He remembered that his physique was first 1.2, and increased by 0.1 after breaking through the physical limit in the mill. now after this night's rest, it had increased by 0.2 again.
''My own physical quality is considered good, and the nutritional intake of the nobles is relatively sufficient. So there is still some potential. And in the midst of life and death, it should also be the most exercising way. I'm afraid it's more effective than going to the gym for weeks to come. But during the day yesterday, probably due to muscle fatigue did not fully revealed, but after eating and drinking, sleeping a lot, the body was restored, new muscles grew out, and the side became stronger and more powerful.'
George also noticed that his combat power also increased by 1 point to [Combined combat power: 9
'The increase in physique from 1.2 to 1.5 shouldn't be enough to increase combat power by 1 point, but after fighting that wolf and experiencing moments of life and death, I did feel more fearless.'
However, he noticed that 'Wisdom' had not been growing, which was clearly not something that could be squeezed out of potential by just overdrawing mana.
'In the church's training, it's all about teaching people to pray and sing scriptures, do I have to start from the top of faith? But to put my whole body and soul into the bosom and selflessly give, this I simply can't do!
The thought of 'selfless devotion' made George's heart squirm. Not to mention unreservedly to believe in who ...
But I am at least a man of God's family, so although I can't be sincere, but I can make others to believe in you sincerely! Then in that case, my wisdom should be able to be added, right?'' Thinking of this, George nodded, thinking that this should be reasonable.
Didn't the god of refuge say that he would give himself additional investment...
At this time has come to the cemetery, there are five zombies roaming around inside. But Alexander is forked, standing by the side of the lord did not move. This makes pushing and pushing the toilers, there is a not so good feeling.
George's gaze faintly swept a circle of the group of cowering escorts, scratching his dirty hair after the fingernails. He waved his chin at Alexander and said, "Look at those escorts of yours, a bunch of weaklings. Hurry up and train."
These words had an effect. After the rough instructor heard it, he walked straight past with a glare in his bull's eye.
Seeing the big man's action, the squires realized what was going to happen. So before he could hit them, they began to obey - they gulped and grabbed their weapons.
Apparently this group of kidnapped bandits was aware of exactly which thing was a little more terrifying.
In theory, these six men were not really a problem against six zombies. And at the very beginning, this group of lazy bastards were not too vain in their hearts - because they all had bows and arrows in their hands.
But when the instructor told these people are not allowed to waste bow and arrow, must be with those zombies in close combat, all of them are dumbfounded.
Apparently the instructor still remembered the lord's previous order very well.
From afar, when George heard what Alexander said to the squires, he first twitched his eyebrows and then nodded. He felt that if the squires should indeed also adapt to close combat and overcome their fear of zombies.
In that fog, monsters could suddenly appear in front of them at any time from any direction. If they developed a reliance on bows and arrows, then when faced with a crisis situation, the first reaction of the squires would be to pull away and collapse in the onslaught of the zombies...
Now there are not many people in the shelter, Alexander can completely suppress these squires. So they should be completely trained from now on.
George noticed that when the old bandits put away their bows and arrows, they began to look a little cowering. Although they had previously fought in close combat with zombies. But they had also witnessed the consequences of their own companions after being scratched and bitten.
What's more, this group of bandits do not have any long sword in their hands, in addition to [dirty dagger], [broken short sword], is some [sharpened wooden sticks], the castle picked up those scrap iron is not useful, really want to use them to cut zombies, may have to sleep at once. It is better than those picks and hoes!
So no one dared to be the first to go forward.
But after Alexander's big slap up, the bandits finally spread their fierceness on the zombie body that was far less fearful than the instructor.
'Bandits have the advantage of being bandits, after all, they have seen blood. If it were an ordinary lord's people, I'm afraid that with a whip, they wouldn't go up.' George thought in his mind: 'But going to force like this, it is still easy to cause a mutiny.'
"What are you afraid of? Behind you, there is a great magistrate standing!" George stared and uttered such a sentence.
These words were like an enlightenment that suddenly woke people up - in this doomsday, there is nothing more legendary than that great magus. In the stories of the bards, the great magi can even bring people back to life!
Not to mention the plague!
The squires suddenly remembered last night's scene - the man who pulled the sword from the fire looked like more than just a high priest!
They looked again at that frightening ride on. Finally, they completely dropped their fear of the zombies. Swarmed over!
But although the bandits were fierce, they were not formally trained. So in that battle there is no coordination and routine at all can. It looked like they were swarming, but in fact they were fighting on their own.
But there was still one of the bravest guys that caught George's attention. He is not only the boldest, but also the most intelligent and flexible. Facing two pouncing zombies without timidity, his body nimbly strung backwards, the wooden stick in his hand actually flew over with precision, directly shooting through the head of one zombie, followed by a swing of the dagger at his waist, another pouncing zombie, was pierced through the skull!
The other bandits were not too bad, it seemed that they had all previously been hunters in the mountains and were all good at using javelins. However, they were not as steady, accurate and ruthless as when he struck.
''Not bad, it seems there are still a few guys in here who can use it.''
But there are still a few guys who are rather scrappy. Take for example the skinniest squire - the horse thief called Aoshi. He almost got jumped by a zombie! If Alexander hadn't stepped in at the critical moment, someone would have been injured.
The bandits finally managed to dispose of the six skinny zombies without any risk. This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. However the strict instructor was like a slave master and did not give them any chance to rest. They went straight up and gave a few people who sat on the ground a kick each, ordering them to pick up picks and hoes and go to work.
No one dared to complain, they could only work like the prisoners who had been confined to the army.
The large pit where the bodies were to be buried was slowly dug up. The lord walked over slowly and asked the name of the best-behaved squire.
"Martin, my lord, you can call me Martin." Martin said.
Martin was about thirty years old, but because it was so bad, the mud on his face was like a spot. Two more beards on the nose, and beard has not been repaired for a long time. So it looked like he was in his forties.
"Well, nice name. Very suitable for a knight." George nodded and said in words that everyone could quite to, "A sinner will not be a sinner forever. Martin, I'll remember your name."
After saying that, he gave a cold glance toward a few sneaky guys.
After that, all of them swung their picks with more vigor.
Without paying attention to their thoughts, George finished his speech and walked to the side, chatting with Alexander "teach me a couple of moves, big guy? Do you have any stunts - the kind I can use."
"Throwing! My javelin, it's a good throw!"
"Another one." George spat out the words dryly.
The big man slapped the back of his head, a little less than pleased. He beamed his big mouth, looked down at his little lord, and suddenly nodded again: "Well. Chief, this little dry look of yours, learning to skim the javelin, and indeed not much use."
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