Can’t you grow vegetables? Ange tilted his head. There were three thousand acres of farmland in the farm. It didn't matter if I couldn't go back before. Now I can put my hand in. Why waste it?
Ignoring Negris, Ange continued to grow his vegetables happily. During this period, people came to disturb him from time to time. There were so many injured people that all the people in the dungeon were too busy to handle.
The one who is best at healing is Lisa. As a former Saint of Light, her healing ability is miles ahead of other magicians. But she couldn't use Holy Light Magic before because she was reincarnated into a lich. When Holy Light Magic was cast, she would be the first to be melted.
Until Ange's appearance, Ange's will did not contain additional damage to undead creatures, so the Holy Light spell cast by borrowing Ange's power would not cause harm to himself.
However, she could only cast the first-level Holy Light Technique. She thought of many reasons, such as her lack of faith, or Ange's restrictions and tests on her. She never thought that it was because Ange only had enough power. The reason for casting level one magic.
However, it was only a first-level magic, and she was very tired. There were too many wounded people. Many of them were not injured by swords or bullets, but by falls, bruises, and scratches. Most of their feet were bleeding.
Such injuries are very troublesome. Although they are not fatal, they affect movement and are easy to worsen. In places where there is a lack of medical treatment, it is likely to worsen into injuries that require amputation or even fatal injuries. It is ideal to treat them as soon as possible.
Ange refused to accept anyone who came. Anyway, he watered non-stop for days and nights. He was planting vegetables with his other hand. The monotonous and repetitive treatment here was more in tune, just like going for a run while listening to music, interacting with each other. Don't interfere.
In such a distracted situation, Anna and Lisa carried over a wounded man who was stiff and stiff.
The wounded man was a middle-aged man. His body was stiff as if he had been frozen, but his skin was blue, giving him the feeling of a zombie's skin being toughened.
His eyes were staring straight, and there was only a little sparkle in the depths of his eyes.
People who saw him all shook their heads with expressions of regret or grief. This was wind stiffness. After being blown by the wind of rest for a long time, the body had become stiff and dead, and it was a very painful death.
Because his consciousness was awake before death, he would silently feel that his body was stiff, his internal organs were rotting and smelly, and this lasted for less than half a month, until he finally starved to death.
Therefore, those injured by wind stiffness generally just want to die quickly.
The reason why Lisa carried the injured person over was that she had made some new discoveries. Secondly, the identity of the injured person was very important to Anna. He was Cui Fu, the housekeeper of the Luofen family, who had taken care of Anna since she was a child. The brother and sister grew up, nominally servants, but emotionally close relatives.
When she first found each other, Anna almost cried to death.
After carrying Cui Fu in front of Ange, Lisa quickly said: "Sir, I have a new discovery. The purification technique has some effect on wind-stiffened patients, but my strength is too weak... uh, this... this That’s it?”
After putting the patient down, Ange was still using the facial cleansing technique habitually. Before Lisa finished speaking, Ange had already used three enhanced versions of the facial cleansing technique on the patient. The patient's body turned black and blue quickly. It subsided and the skin returned to its original elasticity so fast that Lisa couldn't even finish her sentence.
On the contrary, Ange saw that Lisa had finished half of what she said, and curiously asked: "What's all right?"
"No, it's okay." Lisa was at a loss as she carried Cui Fu aside. After careful inspection, she found that all the wind stiffness had really subsided and Cui Fu's body had returned to its original shape. His fingers and toes could still move, but he was still very weak. Unable to stand up.
"This...is this enough? Is this all right?" Lisa murmured to herself, somewhat doubting life. Wind stiffness is the most common injury in the world. Every year, hundreds of people have amputations or die due to wind stiffness, which is worse than starvation. Many people died, and everyone was helpless against it.
Everyone was used to it, after all, even the undead couldn't survive under the Wind of Rest. However, after Lisa borrowed Ange's power, she found that the purification technique had a little effect on the wind, so she treated the dead horse as a living horse doctor. The mentality comes to Ange.
Who would have thought that Ange would cure the person before he finished speaking. The feeling was like going to a tavern and ordering a major health care treatment without even taking off his clothes.
After being at a loss for a while, Lisa suddenly thought: Isn't this normal?
"Yes, isn't this normal? My lord Ange, shouldn't it be normal to treat a Feng Zheng? It's not normal if it can't be cured. My lord is only projected onto the skeleton and is restricted by the body. It's not his fault. No, my lord is omnipotent, my lord is unfathomable.”
Lisa murmured to herself, the light in her eyes getting brighter and more determined. Suddenly, Ange's soul trembled, and a certain point in the soul network grew stronger. This made him couldn't help but look up and saw a holy flame ignited on Lisa's body.
Lisa's abnormality attracted everyone's attention, including Nigris, who was lifting a naked child off his body, looking up at his neck, and then couldn't help but curse:
"Spiritual Warrior, Saobada, are you transformed from the skeleton of Lady Luck? First there are fanatic believers, and then there are the Soul Warriors, why can't I touch any of them?"
Ange stopped what he was doing, ran to Negris, pointed at Lisa in confusion and said, "She has grown bigger in her soul."
Ange didn't know what happened, so he ran over to ask, but in Nigris' ears, these words became a naked show off.
"Gungungun, he's just a soul warrior. What's there to show off? There are more than a dozen in the Church of Light, and there are more than a dozen saints. Yes, it must be talent. He can become a saint of light. Lisa's talent is there. There’s nothing strange about becoming a Soul Warrior, yes, it’s just talent, it’s Lisa’s luck, not yours.”
Just after he sprayed Ange in the face, he saw the angel skeleton swooping over and sitting on it. The little zombie also rushed over and punched it on the cheek.
Kick-tapping, a bone horse ran over quickly. After a closer look, Ange found that he recognized it. It was Eske's bone horse. It flew to Lisa and sent a soul message. , it came to deliver a letter.
The soul's message can only be transmitted between undead creatures. When Lisa saw it, she immediately said: "The enemy is coming."
…
On the endless wasteland, ten holy knights galloped on their horses, kicking up smoke and dust along the way.
The leader of the red-cloaked paladin murmured: "Damn Leonard, he lied to us. What kind of heresy is there in this ghost place? They are all a group of miserable people struggling to survive."
"Isn't it said that there is a lich city? That city ruled by lichs should be the headquarters of the heretics, right?" said the handsome paladin behind him.
The red-cloaked paladin immediately cursed: "Are you stupid or am I stupid? As soon as the Ice City was broken, those humans all ran to the Lich's dungeon. Do you think those humans would run to the evil Lich? Even if There is a lich, and he is also a good person..."
"Lord Mader!" Before he could finish his words, the handsome paladin interrupted him sharply.
Marder stopped talking in his mouth, huffed a few times, and finally swallowed it back. He knew that the handsome paladin was doing it for his own good. Was he allowed to say such words as a kind lich?
Although he is surrounded by brothers who are loyal and will not betray him, if he lets something slip today, he will let it slip somewhere else tomorrow, and then the consequences will be serious.
Angry and suffocated, Mud ran all the way. When he saw someone blocking him in front of him and a skeleton among the blocking people, his anger seemed to have found an outlet. He drew his sword and swung forward: "Destroy the heretics! Kill!"
The entire team of Paladins accelerated their charge, and the holy light lit up, connecting them together. Powerful power surged between them. When this power was released, it was a holy charge that could blow the city gate open with one blow.
However, before they could release their power, the skeleton dragged an angel forward.
