"Who are you going to cut down? Chief, tell me quickly." Alexander's big face came up again.
George expressionlessly stretched out his hand and pushed that big face of his away, not wanting to see him anymore.
'When it's most critical, it's still up to you...' George shook his head, feeling a little depressed.
"Pile up all those bodies over there and burn them, and add some firewood. We'll stay here for a while." Saying that, George took out the scroll and observed it.
He knew that these fires plus this cemetery should make the zombies in the distance scatter over some more.
At the top of the scroll, the thing in the mill still hadn't moved a muscle. But those zombies to the west were approaching this way some more, only becoming more scattered.
''If a few more come scattered, then the rest should be able to be dealt with together.'' He thought as he wiped the hot sweat from his head. After just releasing that true word, he felt himself becoming hot all over.
Only a little bit of mana was used, yet that ghost was killed immediately. This couldn't help but make this godly man, feel some admiration for his boss.
''The Great God is really different, even the name is hanging... Although I don't remember exactly who I was chanting.''
George scratched his head to stop thinking about it more, he flipped the scroll to find his information and found that the prayer had surprisingly 3 more points at once.
''Clear out all the monsters tonight and then do the override. Prayers should be able to reach 100 now... Right now these True Words are only Lv1 level, but they are already just this strong. It seems that they are extraordinary powerful when dealing with evil creatures. It seems that those true words in the holy scriptures that have not yet been learned should also take the time to learn them properly.''
Not far away, the fire gradually lit up, and a smell of roasted meat appeared in the air.
George retrieved the scroll, looked at the fire that had just been lit by the escorts, and continued to think about it.
The apparition is not really scary, before he saw those visions, should be because he had fear in his heart. And the sacred power that filled his body at this time, also let him feel fearless no longer.
He could imagine that Alexander was fearless even without the fullness of the sacred power.
Previously, he thought that it was because Alexander's body was too strong. Now, however, when he he was reminded of some words from the holy scriptures.
The power of the mind.
There are many references to the power of the mind in the holy scriptures. It seems that if a person's mind is strong, then even without the help of other forces, but also able to overcome evil spirits.
And Alexander, then has a heroic heart.
Asylum scrolls have said, heroes can not use numbers to evaluate combat power, because they are often able to defeat invincible enemies. So one can only make generalizations about their combat prowess.
Perhaps the first point for himself - or for those squires in front of him who are being trained by him - if he wants to become a true hero, is to have a hero's heart.
'Fearless... There is indeed a big gap between me and the big guy.''
Shaking his head, George shook off this thought. What is a hero's heart is still too hazy for him now. It was better to think about this than to read more about the holy scriptures.
He kept the hymn of truth in his mind. The feeling that came out of the silent recitation at that time was very wonderful, but to completely master it, I'm afraid I still have to know more about the book in my hand.
The reason why the great priests are powerful is not how well they sing certain hymns, but they have a deep understanding of faith.
''Although I belong to the benefit type of the faithful, but this does not affect my understanding of the faith.''
George's statement is more or less a bit of a face-paste for himself, because he is a complete and utter God-bearer. The so-called faith is also entirely because of interests.
Even if he knew that the God of refuge truly existed in this world, he could not fall to his knees and put his whole heart and soul into that faith.
He is a complete and utter unbeliever.
But there is one thing he believes in, and that is that theologians may not believe in God.
The squires kept throwing firewood into the fire, making it burn bigger and bigger. Not long after, a squire suddenly shouted in a low voice towards this side: "My lord, something seems to be coming from the northwest."
George looked at the scroll and knew that there were three zombies coming from that direction. And not far from that side, there were only 12 zombies left now.
"It's just three zombies, go get rid of them. Let's continue on our way." George said somewhat distractedly. He waved his hand and continued to look up the holy scriptures.
The guards didn't go for long, and after a while, they came back towards the fire while whispering about something. There were also people holding some dry wood in their hands.
George looked at Alexander beside him and realized that he had not followed him. This time he looked over the heads of those escorts down after flipping, found that this group of 'rabble', surprisingly more than a 'fairly reliable' evaluation.
George lifted the scroll and carefully understood the information of the squires.
[Status 'Fighting for Faith and Dreams': Under this status, the squires will try their best to fight, reduce the chance of escape, and have some initiative.] [Status 'Fighting for Faith and Dreams': Under this status, the squires will try their best to fight, reduce the chance of escape, and have some initiative.
[Evaluation 'Fairly reliable': These squires finally know some simple cooperation, and can complete some tasks independently without the watchful eyes of their officers.
[Appellation 'Blind Believer': When fighting for faith, they don't feel despair and fear easily, so they won't run away easily, and when fighting against evil things: +1 combat power (at this time, these squires are fighting for faith, and until this state disappears, the Blind Believers will fight until they die!
''I don't know how long the state of faith can last, but as long as no one dies, this state should not disappear.'' George nodded, he knew that they could already deal with that group of zombies now.
"Pack up our things and let's get ready to go over, we will have a tough battle next!"
After hearing these words, the faces of the squires all became somewhat grave, and one could tell that they were all feeling a bit nervous, but their hands were gripping their weapons.
'The mental state of these escorts is already completely different from when they first came out.' George nodded secretly and led them over to that side.
The zombies to the west were not too far from this side, and when George and his group walked near there and saw the pair of green eyes through the mist, the escorts' bodies all tensed up. However, when they saw that the so-called hard battle was only two more than the ten zombies they had dealt with before, they were no longer nervous. And someone sang a hymn out loud!
The line of zombies was somewhat scattered, and after seeing the fire on this side, all these guys who were originally physically sluggish rushed over.
This time George ordered Alexander to join the fight as well.
The purpose of tonight's practice had almost been achieved, and now, what these escorts, who were already a bit tired in the midst of continuous combat, needed was to build up their confidence completely. So George decided to speed up the pace and dispose of these last two groups of zombies quickly.
The squad led by the knights was simply overwhelming, and when Alexander rushed up, the twelve zombies were in complete disarray. The squires followed the footsteps of the knight in front of them steadily, knocking all those zombies behind him down to the ground with a single thrust. When the soldiers followed George to the sixth line of the hymn of truth (eight lines in total), there were no more standing zombies on the ground, and the soldiers began to finish off the zombies that were still alive on the ground.
By the end, even those squires felt some disbelief, they only then really found that these things that had previously made their legs weak, themselves after the joint, they were able to solve so quickly.
And the so-called hard battle, under the leadership of their two lords, is also like a chicken and a dog.
The squires suddenly felt as if the God of refuge was really helping them in the underworld. This made the squires even stronger in their faith!
George could feel that these 'faithful' people for the faith has been devout enough, all that is needed is to understand the Bible and doctrine, and after that, there will be people become believers, can become monks, to be trained into the priesthood!
Individuals, of course, might even be able to become ascetics.
''I wonder what kind of characteristics the ascetics will have, they can be the most powerful priesthood personnel of the Holy See.''
After this battle, the legs and hands of the squires were already a little sore. But they were feeling invigorated to the core, especially after hearing the lord say that there was still the last batch of enemies left, these guys all wanted to get over there quickly.
''Very good, has taken the initiative to start asking for war, finally a bit of soldiers. It seems that you still have to be in the midst of battles and victories to make soldiers grow up.''
Although it was only this night, the enemies that the squires dealt with were ten times more than themselves. It can be said that from this battle onwards, this group of soldiers can no longer say that they are novices when it comes to dealing with zombies. And as long as another blood sacrifice pouring, these soldiers will be able to become veterans.
The only thing that was lacking was that this group of squaddies were still a bit poor in terms of cooperation and discipline, and their equipment was also not good.
George observed that they are always in the middle of the battle some adventurous, so that the formation will always become a little scattered. And the cooperation is also a bit disorganized. If there is no true hymn, some people are likely to be pounced on by zombies. And as a result, they would have been killed directly. After all, even by a zombie pounced on, it will be possible to be bitten through the throat. And if pulled into the zombies, lack of equipment, they will be divided in the blink of an eye.
If properly drilled, with a shield to resist, and a few more javelins, with a sword, then these people alone against two or three times the zombies, I'm afraid there will be no problem!
When rushing to the north, some of the squires could not help but whisper on the way, talking about how many enemies they had killed, which village woman had a bigger ass, and who had thrown themselves at them in the daytime.
George, who had been quietly keeping his ears open, couldn't help but feel sorry for his silver fox after hearing this. Up to now, they had killed more than sixty zombies. Some of them had killed more than ten zombies, and after tonight, he still had to shell out a dozen silver foxes to encourage these soldiers.
The sky in the distance was already reddening, and as he crossed the edge of the territory, George noticed that there were already spots of torches flashing in the territory. It seems that old Duke and others have organized the people to start preparing for the fire and cooking.
But not many torches were lit up, and he heard the sound of a faint argument in the distance.