Ride and Cut

It was rare for the lord to be deflated, and the discussion suddenly became active and lively. It was just chattering for a long time, and the focus was still on how rare three reincarnations are, not how to deal with the ghost of resentment.

"My lord." Higuain opened his mouth. Seeing so many people staring at him, he was a little nervous, and subconsciously clutched the corners of his clothes with his hands, "That... I heard that the holy light magic is the bane of all undead."

"Yes, that's right." Li Cha snapped his fingers.

When it comes to the ability to restrain the undead, it is indeed difficult for anyone in this world to compare with the Church of the Holy Light. Those auxiliary divine spells that can bring healing to the living will cause terrible damage once cast on the undead.

From this point of view alone, they are worthy of the light and justice they claim to be.

"We happen to have a ready-made priest." Annie smiled and hugged Vera's waist, and the latter nodded proudly.

Higuain nodded subconsciously, he also thought so.

"Son, let me give you an analogy—although everyone knows that water can extinguish a fire, but when a whole load of firewood starts to burn, pouring a glass of water is definitely useless. This is called quantitative change leading to qualitative change." The lord sighed leisurely.

He's not a fool, his first reaction when he saw the ghost was the Holy Light magic, but the conditions didn't allow it.

"Not to mention that your Auntie Vera's magical skills are not even worth a glass of water. People who hate ghosts must be more than a carload of fuel." He patted Higuain's shoulder and said in a step-by-step tone: "So think about it, is your Auntie Vera useful?"

"No." The kid Higuain was very honest, he didn't think about anything, and followed his lord's train of thought and left forever.

"What do you call me?" Vera's face was full of disbelief, her hands trembling with anger.

"At a critical moment, don't care about such small details!" Li Cha waved his hand impatiently.

Vera's level of divine arts is still quite good, and it is indeed considered very good among ordinary priests, especially considering that she is still so young. But if you want to deal with the resentful ghost reincarnated from the Balrog, save yourself, they won't be soft-hearted just because you are young.

For a while, except for Vera who was so angry that she swayed, everyone else fell into deep thought.

But Alpine Fort, like most emerging forces, has always been relatively weak in the reserves of element users and clergy, and it will be really difficult to come up with a good solution for a while.

This is the inevitable suffering of lack of foundation, but foundation is not so easy to make up for.

Buckland looked at the complex expression on Li Cha's face that was ferocious, firm, and hesitant at that time, and couldn't help asking curiously, "What's your idea?"

"I'm thinking about how to tie up Bishop Paul. His level must be enough." The lord was so cowardly that he wanted to be tied up, so he simply did it in one step.

As an archbishop at the Holy See level, there is absolutely no possibility that Paul could not deal with a ghost. As for the bad consequences, we might as well wait until later.

After hearing this, the old white tiger took a long breath and didn't answer, pointing at him "you" for a long time, but "you" didn't say anything. This kind of unscrupulous hob meat pie always made him feel terrified, and he was afraid that the situation would be irreversible one day.

"Otherwise, what should I do?" Li Cha spread his hands innocently, "I will definitely kill that broken ghost. Is there any more suitable candidate?"

"Have everyone forgotten that the thunder spell is also the nemesis of ghosts?" Buckland finally straightened out his breath.

"Elder, those thunder shamans are not as good as Vera." The lord was almost amused.

"I'm talking about Chichu."

"That can't be called thunder, it can only be called static electricity. It's okay to burn your head, but it's impossible to deal with resentful ghosts." Vera's words inadvertently explained why she and Annie have curly hair that is very different from the past recently.

Buckland smiled and said nothing.

"Wait, isn't the one-year cool-down period of the Ring of Sky and Thunder coming soon?" Li Cha slapped his thigh suddenly, suddenly realizing.

After all, the Ring of Sky and Thunder is the top masterpiece of the Titan era, and it is so powerful that it is unusual. In addition to allowing Qiqiu to control the airflow, it also has the function of absorbing thunder and releasing it at once.

Qiqiu might have been a little too excited when he transformed for the first time in Winter City last year. He squandered all the Thunder that had been stored for an unknown number of years at one time, directly putting the Sky and Thunder Ring into a year-long cooling-off period.

By now, the lord has almost forgotten that there is such a problem. If Buckland hadn't been emphasizing the thunder, he really wouldn't have remembered it.

"It's not all stupid after all." Buckland said with a childlike face, "The last time I used it was in Winter City in November last year, and it will expire in one and a half months. You can't even wait for this, can you?"

The Resentful Phantom doesn't have the ability of the Balrog to guide the volcanic veins, so it won't cause much harm if left alone.

But having said that, Li Cha really didn't want to wait a day, he hoped that it would be best to bring someone back to the venue immediately. But since there is no better way for the time being, I can only choose to be patient.

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Back in the Alpine Fort, the lord immediately signed all the women of the Skaar clan as system soldiers, and became the first batch of sonorous roses in the Alpine Fort. They have already set off for the new world to experience.

In fact, the people around him had already told him that the fighting power of the dragoons mainly came from ground dragons, and the gender of the rider was not important, as female soldiers could be recruited.

However, on the one hand, Li Cha has a bit of machismo in his mind, and believes that "war makes women go away."

As a lord, keeping a bowl of water level is a difficult pursuit, but one must never give up easily.

As a result, now because of Feilong, he can't say it's really fragrant.

"Boss, there is actually no burden or no burden." Abu himself is quite happy to see the result, and puts his hands in his pockets to play cool. "Skaar people naturally have fighting blood in their bodies. Fighting is as indispensable to us as salt."

"Is it the same as writing poetry?" Gunther pretended to be surprised.

"I really want to tear your mouth apart." Abu said quietly.

"Maybe." Li Cha stood on the top of the hill overlooking a large grass nest. As the temperature gradually dropped, another year of dry and prosperous reincarnation would begin.

He couldn't help but feel that time seems to have passed extraordinarily fast since he came to the wilderness. Year after year, always pass unknowingly. Now that he has so many trustworthy subordinates, he never thought of it before.

"Master." The maid in black and white maid outfit trotted over, "Master Du Pont is here again."

"Go, take a look." Putting away his useless emotion, Li Cha stretched himself.