"(Group) One, two, hey, pull~ One, two, hey, pull~..."
A small slope had been dug out of the deep pit at the north gate, and hundreds of people were sweating like they were in a tug of war, pulling the thick rope that was tied to the giant's body.
The heavenly servants kept flying and busy over the slope of the pit, while they exerted force with those villagers at the same time, while padding those logs on top of the huge corpse, making it possible to be dragged up more smoothly.
Like this kind of work, the territory has been carried out several times. But the first few times pulled up, only the heart of the giant, as well as its limbs, while this time it was its final torso and head.
Although the giant's torso was burnt a lot, however, under its thick layer of skin and fat, internal organs and bones were kept intact, which made the remaining part still heavy. In the previous days, those ropes even in the process of pulling suddenly strained a broken, several villagers directly in the huge force collapsed into the sky, nearly died as a result.
"After the slope is adjusted once again, this time it should be almost done." George, who had been watching nervously from the wall, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the giant that was gradually being pulled up.
Martin beside him withdrew his gaze downward and came up to the lord and said, "Don't worry, chief, this time there will be no more rumbling and dragging several people away!"
"Shut your mouth!" George covered his nose and pushed Martin, who was blocking his view, away.
The smell of the giant's blood was thick beyond imagination, and the fishy smell on Martin's guy hadn't washed off.
Of course, the strange smell on his own body is also not clean.
Originally, after all the squires bathed in the blood of giants, there were still some left, but it was let Alexander to waste ...
For this matter, George did not say anything, and even in the end also smiled and praised him... Just that smile is a bit bitter.
After all, Alexander in this battle, the contribution he made in the eyes of all. And the asylum also recognized him.
Now he can already be called [Giant Killer], and after bathing in the Giant's Blood, Alexander's power has not only become more intimidating, but the Asylum's rating of his combat power has also reached a direct B.
''I believe that with his current power, now even in single combat with this giant, there will be a certain chance to be able to win the possibility of it.''
As for the next one who has merit, it is Jack, now his merit has reached 18 points. And the shelter also believes that he only needs to behave slightly better in the future, he will be enough to be called [Giant Catcher] (requires 20 merits)
This point slightly surprised George. After all, he was not able to participate in the battle that night. But it seems that in the opinion of the God of Asylum, he made a contribution that was far higher than George had predicted. And also deserved the title.
And when George read the title, he finally understood why the God of Asylum had made such a decision.
[Giant Trapper: +20% to sneak and scout ability, +20% to trap success rate when facing large creatures]
[Characteristics: The Giant Catcher will be more likely to detect the weaknesses and flaws of giant creatures, and also more adept at exploring and hiding in the mists.]
[Description: In the process of playing hide and seek with that giant, this clever and brave hunter has already thought of a way to deal with it. Maybe just a little more inspiration from the God of Asylum, then the next time he encounters the giant, he will be able to use the environment to make the giant fall into the trap he has set.
Apart from these two people, it was Rona who had the highest merit, with 10 points of merit. And also has a title qualification of [Unstable Precog]. The amount consumed was also 10 merit points. Although after this, her precognition ability is still random, but what she sees will be a little clearer.
Everyone else's merits had now reached 8 or more and had all been changed to the title [Humongous Bandit].
[Bandit: Combat Power +3]
[Characteristics: 1. No matter how many people they face, this group of outlaws will not let their morale drop. And when they face the rabble, this group of outlaws will also make the enemy feel intimidated.
2. This group of scum will not be able to escape their eyes when they scavenge and plunder a chicken feather].
Side effects: 1. this group of old greasers are very scattered; 2. poor discipline; 3. always like to make small moves under the watchful eyes of their officers]
[Description: This is a group of desperadoes!
After changing to this title, the escorts had an average of 3 points left in their feats each. And they had the qualifications of [Wolf Pack] (5 merits) and [Fierce Wolf Pack] (10 merits)...
Since they bathed in the blood of Goron, except for Jack (3.2 physique), the old squires' physique reached between 4.2 and 4.7, even though they looked a bit thin, but they were full of strange power. Certain guys who originally had a combat strength of 12, after slowly starting to adapt to their new strength, have almost reached 20 - with their current skills, it's almost 3 points of combat strength per point of physique.
The old equipment in the hands of the squires no longer get more plus layers, and even those hard iron will appear shattered when the force is too hard.
What surprised George a little was that the inferior folk, although their physique was lower, had extraordinary potential and were the most valiant in battle. Although their physique was inferior to Martin's because they only ate grasshopper bread, their combat power was similar to Martin's.
These people have been the most diligently trained and the most religious guys.
He originally took advantage of the victory in the battle of the giants to pardon the few inferior people in order to let them eat meat every day. But I did not expect that the self-discipline of these guys had reached a pathological level. Even if they have been exempted from the identity of the inferior people, but also still only drink water, eat black bread.
So George had to make up some new reasons to increase the protein intake of these people - so they became the territory of the initiative to eat grasshoppers and other insects.
By now five days had passed since the battle of the giants, and after the death of the giants that night, the moonlight returned to its normal color. The monsters fled the territory in panic under the bright moonlight, and were all exterminated after being chased in a large circle by the excited retinue.
After the giants were overtaken, George found that his prayers had skyrocketed by more than 700 points. Together with the monsters that were overtaken at night, the deed had reached more than 900 points.
Yet there were no more special residents in the cemetery!
For this matter, the reason given by the asylum scroll, surprisingly, was that it could not accommodate such a powerful soul!
This seemed obviously illogical to him - because the scroll in the description of the cemetery only explained the number of accommodations, and did not say how big the souls could not be accommodated! So he crouched before the fire pit that night, chanting the name of the God of Asylum and talking to himself all night.
I don't know if it was such a 'prayer' touched the heavens, in the early morning when that dawn light shone in the territory, a pillar of light sprinkled down, the territory resounded with a burst of hymns and bells.
After that, among the tearful prayers of the people, George found that the divine grace of the shelter had recovered 100 points. It reached [Divine Grace: 120/342 (+3 Divine Grace/weekly recovery)] (the overall recovery is actually 13, but now there is 1 English Spirit with 6 Heavenly Servants, which consumes 10 points per week).
Graveyard's holding capacity has also been expanded, with Heavenly Servants holding up to 10.
And his wisdom also inexplicably increased by 0.1 to the number [Wisdom: 0.7, Mana: 7/7].
So he stopped chanting and stopped bothering about it - apparently some old guy was feeling embarrassed too.
Those few squires who fell off the wall in the middle of the battle, although not directly hit by the giant, but still suffered a lot of internal injuries. If not for the fact that most of these squires' physique reached more than 2, and also used a lot of anesthetics, I'm afraid that they would not have survived the next day, and could not hear the holy hymn sung by George with all his might.
However, this hymn, which consumed 6 points of mana, still could not completely heal everyone. Although the external injuries of the patients seemed to be completely healed, but the internal organs were still failing. And it seems that a few of the most seriously injured guys, even if they can pull through, I'm afraid they will be left with lifelong disabilities.
George took the intact retainers westward that day, hunting monsters frantically for a day. Finally the holy hymn has been raised twice in a row, reaching the level of lv3. Under that powerful power, these patients also finally fully recovered.
Even the guy with a broken bone was able to get out of bed after a good night's sleep!
These days the guys are in recovery, Martin is one of them. Although various signs show that they seem to have fully recovered, even after bathing in the giant's heart and blood, but also stronger than before, but George is a little uneasy. So the guy got reasonably lazy.
A burst of cheering interrupted George's thoughts, and he turned his head to find that the remains of the giant had been pulled into the center of the north square above.
After seeing such a scene, George finally breathed a sigh of relief: 'These good meats finally don't have to keep rotting here.'
"My lord, what the hell are we doing pulling it up after all the effort we've put in?" Martin asked after shouting wildly with excitement for half a day, he finally couldn't help but scratch his neck.
"Ahem, of course it's to use its bones and decorate our territory!"
"..." Martin thought that with the boss's careful eye for holding grudges, this reason seemed reasonable. But with his stingy character, that meat, surely it would not go to waste - just two days ago, he heard the lord excitedly said something like.
"That meat is rich in salt and will keep all winter after air-drying!"
That statement scared him so much that he didn't dare to eat the meat for a day!
Until he found out that the meat had been fed to the wolves, and that what Rona had thrown into the pot was not that deep red, hard-to-chew big fast 'beef'. Martin only then patted his chest and continued to eat the meat happily.
The lord lord does not know that his subordinates have so many small thoughts, he glanced at the distant farmland, shrugged off the cloak under his feet, turned and walked down the wall: "Go ring the bell, from today onwards, we can plant autumn potatoes."
After saying that he also remembered one thing, so stopped at the top of the stone stairs, turned back to follow the buttocks of Martin explained: "a little later to organize a patrol mission, by the way, watch over the people. Don't let them plant the wrong things. I have to go to the abbey with Alexander later."
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