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"Didn't it be solved by sun exposure for a few days?" Richard frowned.

"That refers to relatively mild undead pollution." Vera looked at him with a blank look, and said in a melancholy manner, "But today so many undead are killed, their own soul fire and magic power spreading around will cause much more serious damage. Times the consequences."

"If, I mean what if. If you leave it alone, what will it turn out to be?" Lord Lord asked.

"Because all vitality is suppressed, even the toughest weeds cannot grow, and other crops will of course disappear." Vera said without stopping, "In addition, the nearby residents will be easily infected and become weak day by day. It’s almost impossible to give birth to an offspring. If it continues to grow, it may even form a burial ground."

"What is Burial Ground?" Gunther asked vaguely, chewing on frozen pear.

"It means that this piece of land has been completely eroded by the magic of the undead, and its vitality is completely wiped out. A bone is buried, and it only takes a while to transform itself into the lowest-class skeleton."

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

Annie's nib paused, and a cloud of black ink gradually appeared on the manuscript paper. She raised her head and looked at Vera's wide-open eyes, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Why do we have to face such thorny difficulties after we have clearly won?"

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

"Don't sell it, just talk about how to deal with it!" Richard would never allow the home he built by himself to become what he described.

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

And it's definitely not a cold, deadly burial ground. For this, at all costs!

"This is not something that I am a little nun who prays to the holy nun. I need a clergyman of at least the level of grace to soothe the dead." Vera sighed embarrassedly, "Richard, I know you have always had a prejudice against the church. But this time I’m afraid it’s really impossible to avoid."

Richard closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows. He didn't say a word for a long time, and he felt very weak for a while.

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

On the one hand, his experience under the red flag determined that he could not have a good impression of the ethereal gods. On the other hand, as a lord, he instinctively rejected the appearance of a second hill in the territory.

Once you open your mouth to seek divine assistance, it is difficult to have a firm stand to refuse further contact. After all, the prestige and status are getting higher and higher, and they can no longer be completely reckless as before, lest they ruin their reputation and become lonely.

But without opening his mouth to ask for help, the problem of undead pollution is really hard to solve.

There is a specialization in the art industry-if it is a super monster that the Holy Light Church can't deal with, the lord of Alpine Fortress may be able to carry his sword and try it; but for the undead problem, no one in the whole continent is more professional than the gang of **** clubs.

Seeing that his lord fell into entanglement, no one dared to speak at will.

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

"Here!" The little nun didn't even bother to look at him with her straight eyes. There was an awe-inspiring look on her delicate face. "Although you have a level equivalent to Ling'en, sorcery is sorcery. How can it be generalized to the right way!" "

Richard couldn't help feeling amused secretly.

Although Vera always tried her best to show her disdain for the Dark Source Light Sect, she obviously took it very seriously in her heart, otherwise she would not be clear about others. Invisibly, it is quite in line with the essentials of "strategic contempt for the enemy and tactical emphasis on the enemy."

Carlos does have a spiritual skill cultivation at the level of listening 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 by a "genius". It's unbelievable that the Dark Source Light Sect, who shivered so much that it was inferior to a beggar, can cultivate such a high-end talent.

But his line is very non-mainstream, both martial arts and magic skills, and they are all offensive magic skills. In addition to not even a basic holy light technique, it is even more impossible to master advanced methods such as soothing dead souls and purifying evil spirits.

As for his uncles and aunts, although they are also clergy, they are no better than Vera, and they can't count on them.

Moreover, Richard could feel that the divine power of the Dark Source Light was obviously different from the divine power of the Holy Light Church, and it had to be a question mark on what effect could it have on the undead.

Carlos is a poor young man who has lived in the wilderness for a long time. After seeing the strength and wealth of a mountain fort, he was already very lacking in confidence. After being drunk by Vera, I felt embarrassed to continue speaking.

"Don't interrupt, let him say." The lord slapped the board, and the little nun could only pouting aggrievedly and turning her head away.

"The secret treasure of our church is called the Obelisk of Ao Dai. It can freely mobilize the magic of the undead and should solve the problem." Carloston paused, then said, "It's hidden in the basement of our previous stronghold."

"As soon as I hear it, I know it is a filthy thing, and it should be purified immediately!"

"I really want to purify you first." Richard rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to scratch Vera's cheek. "It's boring to divide a dead thing into good and evil--even if the maker had it in the first place. With evil thoughts, as long as we use it in a good direction, it can benefit the world, so why should it be regarded as filthy."

After all, Vera has lived in a monastery since she was a child. Wherever she heard such rebellious remarks, she was thoughtful for a while~www.readwn.com~ Richard pointed to the large military map hanging on the wall and said to Carlos: "Go Mark the location and let the air cavalry run overnight to retrieve it."

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

At the beginning, Richard wanted to laugh at whether he knew what a space ring was, but when he heard the four-blade length, he suddenly died down. The ring storage space is only two-edged in length, width and height, so I really can’t let go.

"Higuain will take the dragon cavalry for a trip. It should be no problem to have a few more people and hang them together."

"Yes, my lord." The young dragon knight nodded slightly, got up from the stool and said to leave.

He felt that his debut performance in the battlefield with the Flying Dragon Cavalry was not bad, at least he was not laughed at. The hidden worries in my heart calmed down a bit, and my whole body was immediately full of energy.

"This is the problem first. If it doesn't work, please contact the Holy Light Church for help."

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