"Teach you to wrestle, it's my second best." Alexander said, "Chief, I've noticed that you only wheel hammers and books, and are particularly fond of direct hits to the head. But really, you should be good with weapons and all parts of your body..."
With Alexander's explanation, as well as some demonstrations and pointers, George suddenly had some clarity and felt as if he had found some tricks.
[Wrestling trip: You know how to easily trip an enemy whose physique is lower than yours to the ground if you do, and this technique will enable you to be more flexible and adaptable in the middle of a fight].
"Let's both practice, no." Looking at the lord who showed his teeth and kicked his leg, Alexander said nervously: "I'll call one over for you."
He said, he waved towards the escorts working there.
A guy came over with a bolt - he had just heard the lord's words, and then worked hard. So he thought something good was going to happen...
After a few tries. George found that under Alexander's guidance, he became more and more proficient at this technique. If he wanted to, those guys who were skinnier than him would hardly have a chance to stand up.
The squire, although thin, but has a handful of strength. The physical quality should not be too far from his own yesterday, but George felt that now he tripped him, as easy as tripping a small chicken.
After playing with the guy a few times without using this technique, George found that this extra 0.3 of his own physique had a definite advantage against him. But if you don't use the technique of wrestling and tripping, it simply won't be that easy to write. And not only did it take a lot more effort, but he couldn't get it right repeatedly.
He suddenly realized that this seemingly very simple technique seemed to have a great deal of learning. His master was obviously very good at it, and even aside from his superior size, he was probably a gold belt wrestler.
"When I was twelve years old, I was already invincible inside our village. No one could wrestle me." Alexander reached out and picked up the guy who was already about to stand up and said.
George lifted his head and looked up and down the guy's body and nodded deeply.
"You still need more practice, chief." Alexander threw the guy in his hand casually to the side, hooked his hand, and called over another one.
The guy who was slacking off and looking over to see what was going on had a face of despair...
The pit was soon finished, and after the bodies were all put into the pit, George began to pray.
When the angel appeared in mid-air, the sun shone through the clouds of the cemetery, the squires who witnessed this miracle, stood for a moment and then fell to their knees one by one.
This scene is undoubtedly solemn and sacred - especially in the midst of this doomsday. Can't help but let people's hearts revive the long-annihilated hope to.
And then with the lord had drawn a big cake a connection, superstition began to gradually rise in the hearts of these people.
Some even took the initiative to crawl over to the priest and began to cry and confess.
''Finally, I have an audience to watch me perform 'miracles'...''
After the prayer was over, George then took this opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and told the lie: ''I was originally the 'St. Verlake Cathedral' a great clergyman, by the God of refuge called to leave the sanctuary, here to establish a shelter, shelter the people of God - you see this territory although only a barren, but also this is why God guided me to choose here to carry out the journey of salvation. Because He knows that in this most severely affected area, there are people who need the most help. And I also know that here are the 'guardians of God' hidden among the victims waiting to be awakened by me."
After saying that, he looked at these people. And nodded meaningfully to...
Everyone felt that he was talking about himself...
While the squires were burning the corpses and working feverishly. George quietly unfolded his scrolls to.
This cemetery has many corpses, some have long crawled out, do not know where to wander. Some have been inside that earth knocking on the rotten coffin. But now, in the midst of this soul overtaking, I think these attendants have truly rested and will not be reawakening.
Together with these corpses brought in today, George's prayer reached 30 at once!
After thinking about it for a moment, George upgraded his [Summoning] ability.
[Summoning lv1: You begin to know how to follow the path of the foolish people who have no faith, and when you teach them the holy scriptures, they will become believers more easily.
''What's the use of this? Wasting my ten prayers for nothing!'' Scratching his dirty and itchy hair fiercely, George felt an overwhelming eggache.
The reason why he chose to enhance this ability was entirely because he always felt that this [Calling] should be more than that simple. After all, among the myths and legends, those legendary great magi can even sense the evil demons into the spirits and the beasts into the guardian beasts.
Yet the truth slapped him hard.
''It's also possible that the level of [Summoning] is just not enough...'' George shook his head, leaving himself with a bit of expectation. However, he was vowing that if he had another 100 prayer points, he would never level up this thing first.
It didn't look like it would be of much use at all if it wasn't leveled up another level or two.
After instructing the men to fill the burnt bodies with dirt and bury them, George was in no hurry to let these men go out with himself to loot. Instead, he went back to the tavern and had them fish out the clothes that lived in those cauldrons.
These clothes were all from those dead soldiers, with the Johannes logo on them.
Although some wet, but better than before. And set in the clothes outside, after the sun during the day, not too long, it is estimated to be dry.
In those escorts looking at those clothes hesitant, afraid to wear the clothes of the dead will produce 'bad luck', George pretended to those clothes recited a 'holy hymn' (not using mana empty singing). And told them that the evil spirits above have been completely purified, wearing these clothes not only no problem, but also will receive the blessing of the dead spirits.
"Also in the future, if any of you are bitten by a zombie, you can talk to me. I will represent the God of refuge and remove the disease and evil from him."
The poor squires, until now, did not know that this 'Great Magus', could actually only save two people a day. The hymn without magic power can not completely remove the poison of decay. If you really believe in him, I'm afraid that one day you won't even know how to die...
However, it was already too late, these bandits had already started to develop superstition towards the lord who seemed more powerful than the great magus...
Listening to those people around the praise, confession and nonsense prayer, George taught with a sacred face. But something else was on his mind.
'It wasn't obvious when I cleaned the house before, but when I applied the holy hymn to these clothes, it was felt some obvious difference - it seems that these clothes were indeed previously contaminated. But the lv1 level hymn should have done the trick.''
After thinking about it, he asked these few already dressed escorts to carry over a few wooden buckets.
"Wash your faces and put these fuels on your faces."
George said while instructing them how to put the three colors of 'Johannesburg' on their faces - the base color of this house's emblem had no special meaning, it was the color of three kinds of wine: white wine, red wine and the best gold wine...
"My lord, why do we have to do these things?" A guy named Jack was more courageous and asked curiously directly.
"You scum have scourged there before, if you don't dress up properly and go over like this. The villagers would have run away. Martin, you give me a check. Let them all keep their faces." George said, he looked at a few other people: "If someone inside the village ran away, come back and I will hang him on the flagpole, let your Lord Knight with a whip!"
This great magistrate was not only exemplary, but also spoke to the bandits' liking - bluntly.
So these words had the effect he wanted.
After the squires took a look at the frightening Alexander, no one dared to muddle through again. Some of them drew so much that they couldn't even recognize his mother.
After seeing those people seriously fulfilled his orders, George made them stand in a line. And he himself walked back and forth in front of them with his hand behind his back and holding a riding crop.
After some inspection, George nodded his head and, like a bandit leader, carried out the mobilization work to these scum before the robbery.
This time he didn't talk about saving the refugees and calling them to come to the shelter and other things, but spoke directly and simply to the hearts of the bandits: "Listen up! The more people you capture, the less work you will have to do! There are a lot of fields out there, so if you don't want to be exhausted, be smart."
He added: "This is the land of salvation, and you are the first guardians of it - a great future! In the future, these captured citizens will have to serve you every day..."
After saying that he also whistled a frivolous whistle.
This gang of bandits spend their days scourging various villages, if not a good base, would have established a mountain fortress.
So don't look at the various villages have more people inside than they do, and don't look at dealing with zombies, this side of the guys goose like a soft egg. But in the face of those weak and timid kind, this group of bandits who have done a lot of evil one can top ten!
The so-called serve, the bandits can naturally associate to what should be associated, not only that, that the lord previously fooled the vassals, it seems to become more and more real as people gradually become more and more...
So, the bandits first froze after hearing this, not expecting the great magistrate to say such words - is not this leading them to rob slaves? What about the promised protection of the people of God?
However, after being stunned, they were so excited that they cried out!
If the future asylum is like this - a bandit cottage full of slaves, then they, the so-called 'God's guards' are undoubtedly the most profitable group of people!
And if that's what the doctrine of the God of Asylum is, then they're just too willing to scramble to be the most loyal followers of that God of Asylum!
''O God of refuge, don't take my words seriously. I will certainly take good care of your people... But I have to fool around like this. Because no matter how well that axiom is preached and how beautifully the miracles are displayed. When the bandits have not been able to see the benefits, then no one will be so obedient...''
George looked at these guys and sighed in his heart. He knew that he was aiding and abetting the bandits and acting as a bandit leader. But this was the only way that would be most effective now.
"Follow me!" He raised his whip and got on his horse, shouting. Riding his thin horse away in the dust...
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