When I thought I had been in the church for so many years, didn't I just become a pseudo believer... This is only a few days, indeed not good to develop at what devout believers.
'Hey, but it's also urgent, I really have no choice but to do this first... After that, there will be time to guide them on doctrine. Until then, this group of blind believers who have not yet fully established their 'view of faith' are very easy to be compelled. And whether they do the right thing or the wrong thing, they will think they have heard the voice of the God of refuge and think they are right...'
This reminded George of the great magus. He felt that he had to give these subordinates of his a good psychological construction to do. Otherwise one day, these people were well trained by themselves. Only to be snubbed by the priests of the Holy See, then at that time he would not even know where to cry.
Shaking his head, George looked up at the scroll again.
''1 believer is able to get 1 point of divine grace, and the blind believer gets even more! After the base increases, the mists will still be dispelled! So in the future when there are enough believers in the shelter, then won't even the mists in those fields be dispelled?!'
''And warriors with different levels of faith will actually increase their combat power when dealing with evil things! This means that the warriors of the God of Asylum are naturally restrained by these evil creatures! Then if any of them really became a Templar or something, wouldn't that be a big bull?
George looked for his attributes curiously, intending to see if there were any new titles. It was logical that he could actually fool people into becoming 'Blind Believers', so that meant he had a special talent! Of course, this talent though may make the God of Asylum a little disappointed. But this is at least a merit, right? Give some special care and become a 'Saint. George. William. The first thing you need to do is to get a little bit of special attention and become 'St. George's. Austin' or something like that.
At this moment, a line suddenly appeared on his note!
It was as if the God of refuge had heard the voice of his heart!
George's eyes widened and he stared at the sudden appearance of the font, which said the following.
George the Walnut Smasher: As a Walnut Smasher, you are able to eat walnuts even without using tools - +1 Walnut Eating Ability (Don't look!) You're a godsend, you're helpless!
"..."
'This thief God is really blind.'
The red dot above the scroll flashed, and five zombies had approached over. They should have heard the sound or sensed the 'popularity' of this side.
"Count how many zombies each of you have killed, a few crazy refugees are coming over to add to your merits again." The lord's words pulled the squires back from their fantasy. And after the words landed, a few zombies appeared in the mist just where the lord's finger was pointing.
The squires turned their heads and stared deadly at the five 'crazy refugees' who ran over, with frenzy in their eyes.
These five zombies were resolved even more sharply than just now. This made George and the squires feel extremely exhilarated.
Especially George, because he could clearly see that every time these people killed a zombie, the words on top of their heads would become one point clearer!
He felt that this was because of a kind of hypnosis that the squires performed in their minds after their own hints. But mind power does make people more determined and powerful.
And as their combat skills improve, the physical body also strength will also become more powerful in the continuous exercise.
'Laozi is leading a soldier to practice! But after tonight, after this group of guys kill zombies, the old man will have to pay ah... Ah!!! My heart is dripping with blood! No, I have to find a way to come up with some 'offering' or something to make them donate the money back again!'
The team followed George's directions and combed through the middle of the field. The zombies here were rather scattered, and about two dozen were killed after the walk.
George slowly discovered that in dealing with these zombies, Martin, who had become a blind believer, had become exceptionally brave! One person almost topped the role of three people! And the other squires are no longer as afraid of zombies as before, there are two guys who have killed the most zombies, and the word on the top of their heads has become more clear!
At this point they have rounded the southern side of the territory, not too far from the mill. And the only zombies left in the area were the ten that George had deliberately left behind. They are gathered together, before George did not dare to move them. But a moment is to try to let the squad deal with it.
In addition to here, there are two locations left where the zombies are more dense.
There is a group on the west side of the territory, about less than 20, and a small group in the northeast, a total of only a dozen. Around this small group, there seems to be a suspected ghost.
There was also a ghost and three zombies on the south side of the cemetery.
George had been watching that cemetery, and he knew that those things did not come out of the cemetery, but wandered over later. It seems that the undead are very partial to places like the cemetery, even if they are far away, they will be gradually attracted to it. It is now, the western side of the group of corpses not far from the cemetery, there are a few zombies near the periphery are breaking away from the group, in the direction of the cemetery unconsciously roaming.
On the contrary, there are not a few zombies around the mill, and there is only one red dot inside. And the ten guys that were not far from them, also all seemed to keep a distance from the mill. This made George couldn't help but frown.
'It does seem to be a new monster, and its aura seems to make the zombies fearful... But what kind of scavenging creature is it? It can also climb walls.'' Thought about it for a moment and stopped bothering with it. Anyway, this thing inside the mill would not be dealt with tonight, or else there would still be zombies to put inside.
He observed the scroll again and confirmed that the danger level shown on there had been reduced to [Somewhat Dangerous],''
''It seems to be able to be dealt with... That guy doesn't seem to be moving. I wonder if he's had enough. Well, let's deal with the ten zombies in front of us first, which is the first challenge for the escorts tonight.'
George let the squires take a slight break in place and drink some water. While resting, he observed the movement of the red dots in the map, while telling these squires the stories in the sacred texts. These stories were inspiring, and by the way, they were able to add some moral values to those who were not educated.
Of course, there are many of George's private goods.
In this world, knowledge is something that only the noble class can access. The common people to establish the three views, often only rely on the elderly, the lord and the church.
The nobles have domesticated these people over the centuries into two-legged sheep without independent thought and easy to control. This rigid, rotten, and foul-smelling feudal ideology has become deeply rooted in the hearts of the common people. Right or wrong was entirely up to the nobles.
The stories told by George's mouth were completely different from those of the knights and lords. Let the squires can not fully understand, but also feel very new!
And those mythological stories also make the heart yearn.
These things seem to play some role in the process of telling, two previously killed the most zombies of the squire, the head of the font more and more clear, became the second and third blind believers to.
Looking at their increased combat power, George felt as if he had finally found the meaning of spreading faith, and looked forward to how the strength of these squires would be improved after the schoolyard in the castle was restored.
But even now without the castle for training, these squires to deal with some minor problems, seems to have been enough. At least it seems that in the next few days, to protect the people of the territory to harvest food, should be no problem.
Earlier, when they first left the territory, the squires had their hands full dealing with four zombies. After these squires were stimulated and inspired, and Martin became a blind believer, they easily took down five. And now, against the ten zombies in front of him, George has finally got some confidence.
He put away the scrolls and canons in his hands, looked at the squires sitting on the ground looking at themselves and said: "Some of you just told me that since you heard the hymns outside the church as a child, you were born with the dream of becoming a cleric and a Templar. Perhaps these dreams were once forgotten by you because of that cruel life. But I tell you, from today on, you can pick up this dream again."
George looked at the confused squires slowly said, he turned his head to look at the distant mists, and stretched out his hand to.
Something was wandering over there toward the light.
He said, "Today, I will teach you the first hymn of truth."
The squires followed his gaze over there, and ten zombies were coming out of that mist and appeared in front of their eyes. At that moment, an uncontrollable fear spread through the hearts of the rabble, and the ghostly cries that had always been present in that fog were finally heard again by them.
Who knows how many other strange things in that fog?
Some of them stood up in panic, took a few steps back and started to chicken out. They had never dealt with so many zombies before!
The [inspired rabble] above the heads of the squires faded away, about to turn into [panicked unreliable squires], yet just at that moment, a holy and firm burst of song rose up and resounded behind them. This song overpowered those fearful ghostly cries and flowed into their hearts like a warm stream, dispelling the fear in their hearts.
It was called 'Discipline in the name of the Holy Spirit'.
The zombies suddenly began to be confused in the midst of this empty chant, and the faded fonts above the heads of the squires suddenly began to become clear.
The [rabble fighting for dreams and faith] took up their weapons. Martin and the others shouted out, bringing back the morale of the squires!
Their eyes suddenly radiated a frenzied glow in the midst of that song, and the zombies that had rushed over began to become a little sluggish in the midst of the holy name that was being praised.
They forgot that the giant should be in front of them first, threw away their torches, hung up their lanterns, and raised their pitchforks!