This was a successful expedition ceremony. The morale of the military was greatly improved. People cheered as if victory was close at hand. The sudden increase in work burden and the threat of plague, which greatly reduced the quality of life and safety, seemed to bring unhappiness.

All disappeared.

Among the people with high morale, Jiang Yueguang, a Taoist priest from Maoshan who came to watch the ceremony, was different. He knelt down on the ground and murmured, not daring to look directly at the unknown long sword.

Xiang Ningxuan was also very satisfied. Although using the sword to show off consumed some energy, after the show was successful, the energy gained not only completely made up for the consumption, but also accumulated a lot, enough for him to use the sword to fight again. He

It also replenished a large amount of energy, and the fatigue was swept away, replaced by the wonderful feeling of full strength. Soul energy, empty non-combat mana crystals were all filled up, and there was an additional 0 points of epic energy reward.

Now that the non-combat mana crystal was restored, Xiang Ningxuan was not polite and directly summoned Tirion Fordring.

"Believe in the Holy Light!" As soon as the old paladin holding the Ashbringer appeared on the scene, his halo effect inspired the entire army.

"Great Lord!" Tuhat, who was following Xiang Ningxuan, stood up and saluted with a military salute - Tuhat had been on Earth for so long, and Tuhat had habitually used the military salute of the Republic's army.

"Your Excellency, Great Lord, we are about to go on an expedition against the Scourge Legion. Please give us your help." Xiang Ningxuan said sincerely.

"It is my duty to fight for glory, freedom and the people! The Lich King must pay the price for what he has done." Tirion Fordring said sincerely.

"Now, I announce that the target is Lucheng, and the entire army will attack!" With Xiang Ningxuan's order, more than 15,000 troops, twice as many logistic support personnel, and more than 3,000 vehicles, immeasurable

All the war materials were flowing. They formed a spectacular torrent and rolled into Lucheng District.

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Even as far away as Lucheng City, you can see the green sword light rising here, and even the dark black mist of the undead cannot block this light.

Along with the sword light comes the belief that this war will be won from the depths of the soul.

The soldiers who had been fighting fiercely all night were already exhausted, but a strong belief suddenly rose in their hearts and injected new strength into them, and they cheered up one after another.

Chu Jiangyue loudly encouraged: "It's dawn, and the sun is our best helper. Those despicable undead souls can no longer hide in the shadows and attack us. Moreover, Xiang Ningxuan will personally lead the reinforcements to come to support! Everyone, follow me to kill

past!"

At the settlement that hosts Lucheng City refugees, the plague on the first arriving refugees has been suppressed, and most of them have regained their vitality after eating, drinking, and sleeping. After seeing that the medical camp was busy all night, they are still there

To take in a steady stream of refugees, as long as there are still people with conscience, they will take the initiative to do their part.

Even if he just used magic to condense pure water, after gathering more than 8,000 people, Feng Qingru couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only cancel the transformation and be sent to the house to rest.

However, the news about Nuwa's holy water curing natural disasters and plagues has spread, and all the refugees are convinced of this. The people who were cured by the holy water were not just one or two people, but more than 8,000 people! More than 8,000 people who had been tortured by natural disasters and plagues

People were popping up all over the settlement, and the newly arrived refugees couldn't believe it.

At this time, this settlement has accommodated more than 23,000 people, and it has long been overcrowded. However, the refugees who have not drank the holy water are determined not to leave. Nuwa's descendants can treat more than 8,000 people in one night, and the remaining

There are more than 15,000 people, and one day and one night is enough! How can we leave without drinking the holy water? There is no way, those who have drunk the holy water leave 3,000 volunteers to maintain order, and the others go to other settlements first.

.

Once people have hope, even those who are about to die can survive for a few more days. What's more, the physical conditions of these refugees who can come here are actually not bad!

What is more contagious than the plague is emotion. Under the organization of 3,000 volunteers, more than 10,000 refugees are working, singing, and waiting with confidence. Such a vibrant scene will naturally infect the new refugees.

It hasn't been treated yet, but the disease is half gone.

When the light of the sword and the belief in victory reached the refugee camp, bursts of warm cheers arose from the crowd. In terms of hatred for the undead natural disaster, these refugees are the most bitter and hateful, and naturally they are the most eager for victory.

Feng Qingru had a dream. She dreamed of Nuwa who made a man out of clay and refined stones to mend the sky. She also dreamed of her gentle and considerate brother Xiaoyao, until the cheers outside woke her up.

Looking out the window at the tens of thousands of people waiting for her to cast a spell to condense the holy water, as well as the dazzling sword light in the distance and the familiar soul fluctuations spreading from the window, she secretly clenched her fists and said to herself: "Nuwa has passed away, brother Xiaoyao

It doesn't exist either. I am who I am, I am Feng Qingru!"

She just walked out with her bare feet. When she walked outside, her legs had turned into a long snake's tail. Still in the same movement, Feng Qingru raised her hands, and a clear stream of water gushed out.

Down.

"Wow!" As soon as the figure with human body and snake tail appeared, the crowd exploded instantly. Trust, respect and strong desire to survive converged on Feng Qingru. Even if there was no Holy Light spell shining on her body, a layer of energy rose up on the surface of her body.

Hazy divine light.

Kang Yifei and others studied all night. Several senior doctors were exhausted. Someone pointed at Feng Qingru outside and said sarcastically: "What else are we studying! Look, Nuwa's holy water is better than any special medicine."

powerful."

Kang Yifei suddenly said angrily: "Don't we know what the holy water is? It's just pure water, and its purpose is to stabilize the hearts of the refugees. We are the ones who can really cure the plague! How long can we rely on deception?"

The doctor shrugged helplessly and said: "It's not that we can't do anything. We have proposed several drug formulas to cure natural disasters and plagues. If we could organize production immediately before the end of the world, we are either short of raw materials and unable to mass-produce, or we are unable to produce them on a large scale."

The process is too complex and the equipment cannot be manufactured at the moment."

At this time, Qi Luoxin hurriedly came over and said: "Dear doctors, our inspection just now found that several patients who had just drank holy water have been cured of the plague!"

"What? How is this possible? If pure water can cure diseases, why do we doctors need it?"

"That's it. Relying on gods and tricks to deceive people is just a temporary measure that can be used to restore the spirit of the infected. In the end, it's up to us to cure the plague! We have to believe in science!"

Kang Yifei snorted coldly: "If it's scientific or not, we'll know if we test today's holy water!"

However, the results of the test shocked all the doctors. Today, the holy water condensed by Feng Qingru contained a strange ingredient that could effectively combat natural disasters and plagues.

"This is unscientific!" Several doctors felt that their worldview had collapsed and they did not dare to accept this fact.

Kang Yifei didn't worry about whether it was scientific or not, because his own existence was not scientific. It was just that his years of scientific work had made him accustomed to using scientific methods to solve problems. Now, when he looked at Feng Qingru who was casting a spell, he felt suddenly
Chapter completed!