I have a shelter

The first few zombies that rushed over were still in a state of confusion, and were stabbed to the ground by the squire who suddenly burst out his potential. This scene caused a chain reaction, making the zombies even more confused, and some of them were even tripped by the corpses and fell to the ground.

"Keep the formation!" Alexander roared, and chopped up two zombies that came around and wanted to pounce on the lord. And this sentence also pulled back several squires who had rushed forward rashly after killing red eyes.

The formation was a bit chaotic, but it was still effective. The squires continued to cooperate and stabbed forward with iron forks according to the instructions during the day, stabbing several zombies that stood up again to the ground. After this time, their messy movements looked more like a mob in front of this group of soldiers!

There were two more joint stabs, and after the stabs, the enemies in front of the soldiers fell down in rows.

The mantra hymn kept echoing in the soldiers' ears, making them more courageous. The brainless enemies opposite them lost most of their aggressiveness in this song, and even crawled on the ground and ran around after being stabbed. Soon they were all killed by the soldiers.

It was just as the lord said, when they cast aside the fear in their hearts, these zombies were just a group of unarmed crazy refugees.

After the hymn was finished, a new hymn was sung again. The moonlight suddenly penetrated the fog in this hymn and illuminated the place. These bright lights not only shone on the undead on the ground, but also illuminated the followers.

Such a scene was extremely inspiring, and it also built up the confidence of these soldiers.

George did not waste this opportunity. He looked at the followers who were staring at the sky in amazement, suddenly pointed his finger, and said loudly: "Look, God is watching you!"

These words were like a thunder!

"God!" With a wow, I don't know who was the first to burst into tears. After that, everyone knelt on the ground excitedly and joined in the prayers and crying. They kept opening their hands, looking at the light above the sky, and singing hymns randomly.

As these off-tune and wrongly-worded songs sounded, the characters on the heads of the followers gradually condensed, and they completely threw themselves into the embrace of the god of protection.

However, they were not pious, but blindly believing.

'' George blinked and confirmed the words on the notes again, but found that it was indeed the case: 'Another blind believer, I have said this doctrine and the scriptures, you can't be pious, must you be superstitious? What did I do wrong? Anyway, I need them to be a little blind now. '

Ordered the excited followers to gather all the corpses together and burn them. George took the scroll and read it.

'There are five zombies in the cemetery. The monster in the mill is still motionless. 'He put away the scroll and thought: 'Now the followers should not be afraid of ghosts, right? '

During the short rest, George checked the bodies of these followers. He found that although these people had some bruises and scratches, it seemed that most of them were caused by themselves in panic. In order to reassure them and prevent accidental infection. George sang a light version (without mana) of the "Holy Hymn" and prayed with them.

Although this faint sacred breath could not heal wounds quickly, it could dispel corruption and infection.

At this time, the followers who had completely blindly believed in the lord could always feel a comfortable coolness in this hymn, giving them courage.

But in fact, it was just the wind blowing over the sweat after the exercise.

"You have been blessed by the God of Shelter. No matter what evil spirits and monsters are today, they can't erode you." George's face was solemn and holy, and he began to cast a real spell. After playing in the lake, he suddenly closed his eyes, listened for a moment, and said: "Let's go to the cemetery. God told me that there is something there that needs to be saved, and He also wants to see the power of the God's Guards - your bravery has made Him focus on you completely."

After hearing this nonsense, the followers were so imposing. They rubbed their hands, picked up the coal lamps and torches, and seemed to be impatient.

'This is my first time dealing with ghosts, don't give me any trouble. ' George encouraged himself in his heart, and led the crowd around the mill and walked towards the cemetery.

The night was pitch black, and there was not even a star in the sky above the cemetery. The sparse branches of the withered old trees nearby fell obliquely, surrounded by the mist. There were tombstones standing in a row, and there were some green fires floating around.

Occasionally, the sound of flying crows made a rustling sound in the forest, and a few hares came out of nowhere, and the forest suddenly felt desolate and the wind was whistling.

After George and his group got into the iron railings that had long been rotten and damaged, they stopped at the edge of the cemetery, and under their feet was a new pit filled in during the day.

This was not the first time George came to this cemetery, but he had never felt that the surrounding environment was so gloomy and terrifying. He pinched the root of his thigh to stop it from trembling. He glanced at the followers beside him, but found that these guys didn't feel scared at all. Instead, they stared at the zombies in front of them and were eager to try.

‘Damn it, the ignorant are really fearless!’ George swallowed his saliva and looked at a crypt built of bluestone not far away. His ancestors were buried in another cemetery under the castle. And in this crypt, the retainers, loyal servants, and illegitimate children were buried.

He had seen in the scroll that the foreign ghost was wandering in the tomb, disturbing the sleep of the deceased.

A certain servant waved the torch in his hand, and five zombies were immediately attracted by the light of the fire. Looking at the five crazy refugees staggering towards them, the servants raised their iron forks and were about to start fighting with them.

At this moment, George suddenly felt a gust of wind coming.

He turned his head suddenly and found leaves spinning near the tomb. A pale withered face swept through the dead leaves and flew out of the mist above the tomb.

It made long echoes of ‘woo~wow~’ from its mouth, which made George panic in his heart. He was afraid that his followers would be disturbed, so he immediately turned the hammer on his waist into a 'holy sword' and shouted loudly to encourage them: "Don't be afraid! Deal with the zombies first. I will deal with that monster. This holy sword in my hand You can kill it with just one strike of your sword!”

However, when he turned back, he found that the soldiers had not noticed the thing and were concentrating on fighting the zombies. Only Alexander looked back at him with a strange look on his face and said, "Who do you want to kill? Sir, I'll do it!"

He had been watching the battle and felt a little itchy.

George's eyes widened and he watched the ghost float over the heads of Alexander and his followers. Whenever it floated near a person, the people nearby would shiver unconsciously and their vitality would be reduced by 1 point. , but neither noticed the ghost in front of them.

It's like it doesn't exist at all

Of all the people, only Alexander was not affected, and the ghost seemed to deliberately avoid him, as if he was afraid. However, this powerful warrior could not see the ghost.

The ghost's empty eyes glanced at everyone, as if he was selecting food. Finally, he fixed his gaze on George.

Then he realized that there was no one around him. And he suddenly appeared in the center of the cemetery!

He turned around and looked around. The strange trees were baring their claws in the thick fog. The surrounding fog swept in from all directions, making his whole body colder and colder, and something like hair was constantly tickling his back. The neck and shoulders also became heavy.

George suddenly felt a chill running from his back to the top of his head, and even his hair exploded. He didn't have time to think, turned around and waved the long sword in his hand, only to find that there was only a wooden stick in his hand. And there was nothing behind him.

At this moment, a rotten and pale face suddenly stretched out from his shoulder and stuck right in front of his face!

George, whose hair exploded, loudly praised the reputation of the God of Sanctuary!

But although he had chanted the entire hymn in his mind in an instant, the syllables he uttered in his anxiety were so short that even he himself couldn't tell which patron saint he was calling.

But it seemed to work.

After the ghost heard this, he suddenly covered his face with his withered hands in fear! Then, he burst into flames with a shrill scream!

The surrounding scene suddenly changed. George blinked and found that the nearby followers were cleaning up the corpses of the zombies. There was no thick fog around him, and the trees were still the same trees. The position he was standing in was still the same as before. that place.

The body no longer felt as cold as before, but instead felt a heat exuding a divine aura. But his whole body was soaked.

He recalled the scene just now. It seemed that he was in crisis and unconsciously uttered the entire mantra.

A big face suddenly came over, frightening George, who had not yet recovered, to jump on the spot, and even the long sword in his hand flew to the side.

"What's wrong with you, boss?" This big face was none other than Alexander. He was looking at his lord with curiosity.

After speaking, he also stretched out his big hand and slapped George on the shoulder.

A pile of white ash fell from George's shoulders.

George lowered his head and found that there was still a small pile of embers at his feet.

"It's okay." George took a breath, looked at the pile of embers, and reached out to grab them. Alexander stared curiously at the boss's actions - he thought George was crazy because he didn't see anything in the boss's hands at all.

George ignored this fool. He opened his hand and let the ashes fly away in the wind from his fingers.

Seeing the ashes flying in the sky, George no longer felt fear in his heart.

Because the unknown has become known.

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