Ride and Cut

"Didn't it say that a few days in the sun can solve it?" Li Cha frowned.

"That refers to relatively mild undead pollution." Vera looked at him blankly, and said melancholy, "but so many undead died today, and their own soul fire and magic power spread around, causing many times more serious consequences."

"If, I mean if. If you let it go, what will it look like in the end?" asked the lord.

"Because all vitality is suppressed, even the toughest weeds can't grow, and other crops will of course disappear." Vera continued without pausing. "In addition, the nearby residents will be prone to diseases and become weaker day by day, and they will hardly be able to give birth to offspring. If it continues to develop, it may even form a burial ground."

"What is a burial ground?" Gunther gnawed on a frozen pear and asked vaguely.

"It means that this land has been completely eroded by the magic power of the undead, and the vitality is completely wiped out. If you bury a skeleton, it will only take a while to transform into the lowest skeleton."

After Vera finished speaking, the frozen pear in Gunther's hand fell onto the table. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the laughter and laughter stopped abruptly.

Annie's pen tip froze, and a cloud of black ink gradually blew out on the manuscript paper. She raised her head and looked at Vera's wide-eyed eyes, which were full of disbelief.

"Why do we have to face such difficult difficulties when we have clearly won?"

"Otherwise, why would the undead be crowned as the enemy of the living?"

"Don't be a secret, just tell me how to deal with it!" Li Cha will never allow the home he built with his own hands to turn into what he described.

This land is now and will definitely be a paradise for the people of Gaoshanbao. There will be singing of birds and fragrance of flowers, running of urchins, and boating on the river. There will be different scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter, but they are all equally beautiful and intoxicating.

It is by no means a cold, dead burial ground. For this, no expense was spared!

"This is not something that a little praying nun like me can solve. It requires a clergyman of at least the level of grace to comfort the souls of the dead." Vera sighed in embarrassment. "Richard, I know you have always had prejudice against the church, but this time I'm afraid it really can't be avoided."

Li Cha closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, he didn't say anything for a long time, and felt very powerless for a while.

Vera was right, he really didn't want to have too much to do with religion, even if it was a relatively mild type like the Church of the Holy Light.

On the one hand, his experience of growing up under the red flag determines that it is impossible to have a good impression of illusory gods. On the other hand, as a lord, he instinctively rejects the appearance of a second hill in his territory.

Once you open your mouth to seek divine assistance, it is difficult to firmly refuse further contact. After all, the prestige and status are getting higher and higher, so you can no longer act completely recklessly like before, so as not to ruin your reputation and become a loner.

But if you don't open your mouth to ask for help, the current problem of undead pollution is really difficult to solve.

There is a specialization in the art industry - if there is a super monster that the Church of the Holy Light can't deal with, the lord of the high mountain castle may try it himself with a sword; but when it comes to undead issues, no one in the entire continent is more professional than those magic sticks.

Seeing that their lord was in a tangle, no one dared to say anything casually.

"That..." Carlo stood up against Vera's contemptuous gaze, "I should be able to solve this problem."

"Heretics!" The little nun didn't even bother to look at him with straight eyes. There was an awe-inspiring demeanor on her beautiful face, "Although you have a level equivalent to listening to grace, magic is just magic, how can you treat it in the same way as righteousness!"

Li Cha couldn't help but secretly felt amused.

Although Vera tried her best to show her disdain for the Darkest Light Sect at all times, she obviously attached great importance to it in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't know the details of others. Invisibly, it is in line with the essence of "despise the enemy strategically and attach importance to the enemy tactically".

Carlos does have a level of divine magic at the level of grace, which is equivalent to a high-level mage or a high-level swordsman. At his age, such a proud achievement cannot be summed up simply by a "genius". It is unbelievable that the Darkest Source Light Sect, which is so shivering that it is not as good as a beggar, can cultivate such a high-end talent. It is really a golden phoenix flying out of a chicken coop.

But his route is very non-mainstream, both martial arts and divine arts, and all of them are offensive divine arts. In addition to not even knowing the basic Holy Light technique, it is even more impossible to master such advanced methods as comforting the dead and purifying evil spirits.

As for his uncle and aunt, although they are also priests, their rank is not higher than Vera, so they can't be counted on.

Moreover, Li Cha can feel that the divine power of the Darkest Source Light is obviously different from the divine power of the Church of Holy Light, and there is still a question mark as to how much it can affect the undead.

Carlos is a poor young man who has lived in the wilderness for a long time. After seeing a little bit of the strength and wealth of Alpine Fort, his confidence is very low. After being drunk by Vera, she was embarrassed and embarrassed to continue.

"Don't interrupt, let him talk." The lord made a decision, and the little nun could only pouted and turned her head away in grievance.

"The secret treasure of our church is called the Ao Dai Obelisk, which can freely mobilize the magic power of the undead, so it should be able to solve the problem." Carlos paused, and then said, "It's hidden in the basement of our former stronghold."

"You know it's filthy when you hear it, and it should be purified immediately!"

"I really want to purify you first." Li Cha rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and scraped Vera's cheek, "It's really boring to divide a dead thing into good and evil—even if the creator had evil intentions at the beginning, as long as we use it in a good direction, it can benefit the world. Why should it be considered dirty?"

After all, Vera had lived in a monastery since she was a child. Where did she hear such rebellious remarks, she thought about it for a while.

Li Cha pointed to the large military map hanging on the wall, and said to Carlos: "Go and mark the location, and let the air cavalry run overnight to get it back later."

"My lord, the air cavalry may not be able to bear it. The obelisk of Ao Dai is four blades long and weighs three tons."

At the beginning, Li Cha wanted to laugh at whether this guy knew what a space ring was, but when he heard about the four-blade length, he suddenly died down. The ring storage space has only two edges in length, width and height, so it really can't be put away.

"Higuain and the dragon cavalry will take a trip, it should be no problem to go to a few more people to hang together."

"Yes, my lord." The young dragon knight nodded slightly, stood up from the stool and left without saying a word.

He felt that his debut performance with the Flying Dragon Cavalry was not bad, at least he wasn't laughed at. The worries hidden in my heart subsided a little, and my whole body was immediately full of energy.

"Leave this question alone. If it doesn't work, then contact the Holy Light Church for help."