Chapter 944

After Negris finished asking about the information of the Black Chain Mercenary Group, Anthony complained helplessly: "If His Majesty knows that you are singing his deeds everywhere, he will definitely sew your mouth shut."

"What, I am asking for information about his enemy. This Black Chain Mercenary Group is not simple. There are two Chaos Sword Saints in the group. Oh, they are called Silent Heat Swords. Their strength is even more powerful than Mourning undead soldiers. The one the old immortal bumped into last time was only one of them." Negris said hurriedly.

The old immortal really could do something like sewing its mouth shut. Then it could only speak with its soul.

"This is actually irrelevant. As long as His Majesty restores the source power, whether it is Silent Heat Sword or Heat Death Sword, it has no meaning. If His Majesty cannot restore the source power, we have no way to help him take revenge. Collecting this information has no meaning." Anthony spread his hands and said.

"Ah? Why can't we help him take revenge? I also wanted to say collect information, and then we secretly destroy the Black Chain Mercenary Group. When the old immortal wakes up, we will send the souls of those guys to him and give him a surprise." Negris said.

Anthony rolled his eyes: "Are you trying to give His Majesty a surprise? You want to take his revenge, let him have no revenge to take and suffocate him, right? Don't pretend. The loss His Majesty suffered can only be solved by His Majesty himself, and it must be fast. Otherwise, when these people are old, it won't be fun to take revenge."

Negris curled its lips. Its little thoughts were poked, but it wasn't angry. However, it could indeed feel the King's impatience. The biggest obstacle to this revenge lies in the enemy's lifespan. If it's too late and the enemy dies of old age, then it's no fun.

The thought that living longer than the enemy is revenge does not exist in the soul of the King of all undead in the void, so the King swallowed two Mourning souls. The King hasn't done the thing of swallowing souls for a long time.

However, this is Anthony's concern, not Negris's concern. The old immortal can't handle it, so what if Ang helps him take revenge? Take the revenge, throw the soul at his feet, and then mock him, hum.

They were chatting here, and Qi'aola and Roland over there also finished chatting. Qi'aola surrendered, and Roland only had two choices left: surrender or death.

Roland walked over and asked with a solemn expression: "How do you plan to deal with the residents of Highland City? Enslave or kill? If it's just catching them as slaves, our Violet can hand over Highland City to you, but if you only want their corpses, then we can only die in battle here. The moral code of mercenaries does not allow us to abandon them."

Anthony and Negris looked at each other and asked hesitantly: "Why do you think I will kill them?"

"Undead army. The ones you brought are all people from the eastern settlement. You killed them all. Isn't it for their corpses?" Roland said.

Anthony said: "That's not it. The undead creatures I brought are more than three thousand, of which more than half were killed by them, and the other half were killed by me. This is the punishment for them killing the other half."

Roland blinked, and finally sighed deeply. He heard what Anthony meant. In this time of war, killing is actually not a big crime.

"If it's just enslavement, I hope you can treat them better and don't abandon women and children, can you?" Roland pleaded.

Anthony could hear that Roland was sincere and not hypocritical. They had just witnessed Ang's strength of almost slapping Qi'aola to death, and daring to be hypocritical was looking for death. If he really wanted to "help him be kind", he would have no time to cry.

Being able to make demands under such pressure made Anthony curious: "What is your relationship with Highland City?"

Roland shook his head: "No relationship. We just passed by here and stayed in the tavern. Suddenly it became chaotic. Some people were slashing and killing, robbing and setting fires. After we caught those people, many civilians surrounded us and asked us to maintain order, and then it has been like this until now."

"Is there still food in the city? Is there clean water? Are there many injuries and illnesses? Is there a plague?" Anthony asked item by item.

"There is very little food. We have restricted rations, only eating one meal a day. Those who do physical work can eat two meals. There is not enough clean water. We go outside the city to fetch it every day, only enough to drink. There are many injuries and illnesses. There are no medicines and mages. There is a plague. Some people have a fever, and I have isolated them." Roland responded.

Anthony nodded approvingly. Questions and answers, orderly. This is a qualified subordinate. Why be a leader, really.

"If I say, we came here to send food, treat injuries and illnesses, and dispel the plague for everyone, and don't intend to ask for any return, do you believe it?" Anthony asked.

"Pfft... uh..." Roland and his mercenaries laughed out loud, but soon they couldn't laugh.

Only to see Anthony taking out bags of food one after another, soon piling up to the height of a person. Then an airship flew over, a team of undead creatures moved food out from inside, and then two white dragons dragged several large nets of food and slowly descended from the sky.

Roland was overwhelmed by the large amount of food. Anthony ordered him to lead the way to the injury and illness area, and he subconsciously led the way.

The injury and illness area is in the granary of Highland City. This is the building with the best conditions in Highland City, dry and refreshing. The food inside was moved away, and a pile of injury and illness patients lived there.

Anthony took out his scepter, put on his robe and crown, offered holy light, and walked in. He walked close to some lightly injured patients, and the holy light on his body shone on them—Group Healing Art · Bathed in Holy Light.

The lightly injured felt their wounds itching in shock. When they lifted them to look, the wounds that had not healed for a long time due to poor nutrition were actually healing visibly to the naked eye. After Anthony walked past, the wounds actually scabbed over.

For some patients with more serious injuries who could not heal themselves, Anthony stopped with a smile, offered holy light to shine on the wounds, and said kindly: "My Lord Ang, bless you."

Anthony's face is too young now, he can't be kind. Otherwise, in this occasion, a kind and compassionate appearance would be more effective.

Under the reflection of the holy light, one soon saw those with broken legs throwing away their crutches and standing up, those in a coma opening their eyes and crawling up, those with a fever talking nonsense quickly reducing fever and scabbing, and having the strength to sit up.

As for those with broken hands and feet and blindness, Anthony patted their shoulders and comforted: "Pray devoutly, repent for your sins, and divine grace will favor you."

Although this kind of limb disability can be cured with essence liquid and Rebirth Art, Anthony does not intend to let them get better so easily. Light injuries are healed, but serious injuries are howling. Only with comparison can there be happiness.

Anthony walked around the injury and illness area, and the injuries and illnesses were solved seven or eight out of ten. Then he came to the plague area and checked, finding that they were all dysentery, mainly caused by eating unclean things. This is much easier to treat than injuries and illnesses.

However, Anthony still let Roland get a bucket of water, cast Purification Art, and then used tender green World Tree branches to dip and sprinkle on the patients, while the holy light shone on his body—Group Purification Art.

When you have diarrhea until you are dizzy, feeling like you are going to collapse, suddenly a glowing person walks over, dips water and pours it on you, and you don't have diarrhea anymore, and your body slowly has strength. At the same time, he also shouts: "My Lord Ang, purify filth, protect believers, let holy light shine on the earth, blah blah blah..."

At this time, will you be curious about who "Ang" is?

Ang soon harvested a large pile of believers.

Roland and his men were driven by Anthony to jump up and down, and soon forgot about leaving. By the time he remembered this, it was time to pay the salary.

Looking at the "salary" in everyone's hands that was several times more than the commission earned by licking blood on the edge of a knife, Roland blinked and threw the matter of leaving behind his head.

They are not god-level mercenaries like Black Chain. Usually, they take tasks of escorting and guarding. The commission is not high, and they live a bitter life. This is actually the norm for most mercenaries. Otherwise, who would kill and fight for money and sleep in the open?

However, soon, a bigger surprise almost didn't knock him dizzy. Du Luo Ken forged a batch of equipment and distributed it to everyone. Among them, each melee fighter had a Dragon-patterned Steel Core long sword. Just this sword could be worth several years of their commission. Besides that, there was a set of armor.

Du Luo Ken reported excitedly: "The material characteristics of this world are very excellent. I refined them casually, and the quality is better than before. Later, I will see if I can shrink the Starburst Array and install it on the airship. Then whoever dares to provoke us, we will use the Starburst Array to blast him."