I have a shelter

The cauldron in the fire pit quickly boiled, and George ordered these people to collect the zombie corpses in the farmhouses, and use the boiling water to wash away all the houses where zombies had stayed.

In order to remove the pollution, he also sang sacred hymns continuously while working.

Although this hymn does not use magic power, it has some purifying effects. How much can be compared to that salt water.

Of course, if salt water is used together with hymns, the effect on curing diseases will definitely be better. But there was only a little bit of salt in total, and George couldn't bear to waste it.

When cleaning up the corpse in the castle, George had people peel off the clothes that were still intact and throw them into the boiling water to cook them. Afterwards, they sorted out the collected rags and pushed the twenty or so corpses towards the cemetery.

It seemed like the sky was just lighting up in the mist.

On the way, George turned over the scroll and found that after this night, the number of zombies reached more than thirty. There are quite a few in the east and west, which makes people a little worried. Some even wandered to the south.

"The current level of danger near the territory shows that it can still be dealt with." George looked at the display on the scroll and nodded, and couldn't help but feel relieved: "It seems that those ghosts will disappear during the day." ’

He and Alexander were no longer the only ones in the shelter now. With the addition of those followers, Scroll believed that they would no longer have any risk in dealing with those zombies and wolves.

After figuring it out, George stopped paying attention to the red dots. He turned his attention to his own attributes.

When he got up this morning, he felt that although his whole body was a little sore, his body was full of strength. Even when holding the hammer, it feels much lighter!

On 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 originally 1.2, and increased by 0.1 after he exceeded his physical limits in the mill. Now after this night's rest, it has increased by 0.2.

‘My own physical fitness is pretty good, and the nutritional intake of the nobles is relatively sufficient. So there is still some potential. In life and death, it should also be the most effective way to train people. It's probably more effective than going to the gym for weeks. But during the day yesterday, it may not have been fully revealed due to muscle fatigue, but after eating enough, drinking enough, and sleeping a long sleep, the body recovered, new muscles grew, and the body became stronger and more powerful. . ’

George also noticed that his combat effectiveness also increased by 1 point, reaching [Comprehensive combat effectiveness: 9]

‘The increase in physical fitness from 1.2 to 1.5 should not be enough to increase one point of combat effectiveness, but after fighting the wolf and experiencing the moment of life and death, I did feel that I was more fearless. ’

However, he found that his 'wisdom' had not increased. This was obviously not something that could be squeezed out by overdrafting mana.

‘In church training, which means teaching people to pray and sing scriptures, does it have to start with faith? But throwing myself wholeheartedly into the embrace and giving selflessly is something I simply cannot do! ’

When he thought of 'selfless dedication', George felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Not to mention believing in anyone without any reservation.

‘But I am also a person favored by God, so although I cannot be sincere, I can make others believe in you sincerely! So in this case, my wisdom should be able to increase, right? ’ Thinking of this, George nodded, thinking that this should be reasonable.

Didn’t the God of Sanctuary say that he would invest more in himself?

At this time, we have arrived at the cemetery, where five zombies are wandering. But Alexander stood motionless beside the lord with his hands on his hips. This gave the coolies who were pushing and pushing an unpleasant feeling.

George's eyes scanned the group of timid servants, scratched his dirty hair, and licked his fingernails. He shook his chin at Alexander and said, "Look at your followers, they are a bunch of cowards. Hurry up and practice."

The words had an effect. After the rude instructor heard this, he walked over with his eyes wide open.

Seeing the big man's actions, the followers realized what was going to happen. So before he could hit anyone, they began to obey - they swallowed and picked up their weapons.

Obviously, these kidnapped bandits knew which thing was more terrifying.

Logically speaking, it is not a problem for these six people to deal with six zombies. And at the very beginning, these lazy guys were not too vain - because they all had bows and arrows in their hands.

But when the instructor told these people not to waste their bows and arrows and to fight the zombies in close combat, everyone was dumbfounded.

Obviously this instructor still has a deep memory of the lord's previous orders.

After hearing what Alexander said to the followers, George in the distance first twitched his eyebrows, and then nodded. He felt that the followers should indeed adapt to close combat and overcome their fear of zombies.

In that fog, monsters may suddenly appear in front of you from any direction at any time. If you develop a reliance on bows and arrows, then when faced with a crisis situation, the first reaction of the followers is to distance themselves, and then collapse under the impact of the corpses.

There are not many people in the shelter now, and Alexander is completely able to suppress these followers. Therefore, we should start to train them thoroughly from now on.

George noticed that when the old bandits put away their bows and arrows, they began to look a little timid. Although they have fought zombies in close combat before. But he has also witnessed with his own eyes the consequences after his companions were caught and bitten.

What's more, these bandits don't have any long swords at all. Apart from [dirty daggers], [broken daggers], and some [sharpened wooden sticks], the scrap metal picked up in the castle is of no use at all. , If you really use them to kill zombies, you might have to fall asleep all of a sudden. Not as good as those picks and hoes!

So no one dared to step forward first.

However, when Alexander slapped his hands, the bandits finally unleashed their ferocity on the zombies, who were far less fearful than the instructors.

‘A robber has the advantage of a robber, after all, he has seen blood. If it were an ordinary citizen, he wouldn't be able to get up even if he was whipped with a whip. ’ George thought in his mind: ‘However, forcing people like this can easily lead to mutiny. ’

"What are you afraid of? Behind you, there is a great priest!" George stared and said this.

These words were like an enlightenment that suddenly awakened people - in this doomsday, nothing is more legendary than the great priest. In those bards' stories, the great priest could even bring people back to life!

Not to mention contracting the plague!

The subordinates couldn't help but suddenly remembered the scene last night - the man who pulled the sword out of the fire looked like he was more than just a great priest!

They looked again at the scary rider. Finally lost all fear of zombies. Rush over in a swarm!

However, although the bandits are ferocious, they have not received formal training. So there was no coordination or routine at all in that battle. It looks like they are swarming together, but in fact they are fighting on their own.

But there was one bravest guy among them, who caught George's attention. Not only is he the boldest, he is also the smartest and most flexible. He was not timid in the face of the two charging zombies. He flexed his body backwards, and the wooden stick in his hand flew over accurately, shooting directly through the head of one zombie. Then he swung the dagger at his waist and shot another zombie. A zombie rushed towards him and his head was pierced!

The other bandits are not bad either. They seem to have been hunters in the mountains before and are all good at using javelins. But it wasn't as steady, accurate, and ruthless as when he took action.

‘Yes, it seems there are still some useful guys here. ’

But there are still a few guys who are relatively useless. For example, the thinnest retinue - the horse thief named Aji. He was almost jumped by a zombie! If Alexander hadn't taken action at the critical moment, someone would have been injured.

The bandits finally managed to get rid of the six emaciated zombies without any danger. This was a relief to everyone. However, the strict instructors were like slave owners and did not give them any chance to rest. He went up and kicked each of the people sitting on the ground, and ordered them to pick up picks and hoes and start working.

No one dared to complain, so they could only work like the prisoners who had been exiled.

The large pit where the body was to be buried was slowly dug. The Lord Lord walked over slowly and asked the name of the servant who performed best.

"Martin, sir, just call me Martin." Martin said.

Martin was about thirty years old, but his face was stained like mud because he was so messed up. There are two more beards on the nose, and the beard has not been repaired for a long time. So he looks like he's over forty.

"Well, a good name. Very suitable for being a knight." George nodded and said in words that everyone could stand: "A sinner will not always be a sinner. Martin, I remember your name."

After saying that, he glanced coldly at the sneaky guys.

After that, everyone worked harder when picking up their pickaxes.

Ignoring what they were thinking, after George finished speaking, he walked aside and chatted with Alexander, "Teach me a couple of moves, big guy? Do you have any special skills that are suitable for me to use?"

"Throwing! My javelin is thrown accurately!"

"Change." George said these words crisply.

The big man patted the back of his head, a little unhappy. He pouted his big mouth, lowered his head to look at his little lord, and suddenly nodded: "Yes. Boss, you are such a dry little person, and it is really useless to learn how to throw a javelin."

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