"Staff Officer Jin, please contact Tianzhu, I need to know the situation of the high-caste undead heroes who are currently subordinate to the natural calamity, the more detailed the better."

"Yes, very important. It's about the third generation of Lich King candidates. ”

"The specific situation will not be clear for a while, please help contact the top management of Tianzhu, and I will communicate directly with them."

ended the call with Jin Wei, and Xiang Ningxuan immediately dialed the communication channel of his staff headquarters.

"Gather the commanders of the various departments, and I will come over after inspecting the field hospital. An hour later, a post-war summary meeting was held. ”

The field hospital was built directly not far from the battlefield, and more than 20 multi-purpose transport vehicles formed a defensive formation, spreading their energy shields to prevent the sneak attack of natural disasters and stragglers.

Ordinary injuries can be dealt with by front-line medical personnel, and those who are sent to field hospitals are seriously wounded, either missing arms and legs, or severe penetrating wounds or extensive poisonous wounds.

The battle against the Blood Legion was the toughest battle in recent years, and the casualties were far higher than ever. Although the field hospital was well prepared, it was still a little too busy.

According to the old rules, Xiang Ningxuan did not need any medical staff to accompany him during the inspection, he went straight to the waiting area for surgery, and summoned the entourage of the treatment department such as Mei Yisena and Wings of Light to help stabilize the wounded's injuries.

Chen Hao was sent to take care of his captain, and when his captain was covering his comrades, he was hit by more than ten self-detonating blood bats, and his shield and armor broke through one after another, and 70% of his body was infected by the natural plague. This kind of injury is not necessary to treat other countries before the end of the world, but for the medical team of the main army of the Republic, it is a piece of cake.

In fact, there is nothing magical, the most fundamental reason is that there is a specialization in the art industry. The Republic has a medical staff training system that trains a large number of medical faculty evolutionaries. They can't compare to heal heroes, but each one specializes in one project. A group of medical staff form a team to divide labor and cooperate, with sufficient high-tech high-magic medical supplies, the treatment efficiency is not lower than that of high-level healing heroes.

As long as there are sufficient medical personnel and medical supplies, any disease can be treated. I didn't see that President Trump could be discharged from the hospital in three days if he was sick, but the ordinary people needed three months, and the difference was only because of money.

The captain has been given first aid, the toxins and corrupting energy have been removed, and the next step is to repair the damage in various parts of the body. For the sake of long-term health, wounds that were temporarily closed with healing spells during first aid need to be straightened again.

This is not too urgent, and you need to wait in line for the surgery time. During the period, someone needed to take care of eating, drinking, and Lazar, and the medical staff were too busy, so Chen Hao was sent over.

"Commander!"

"Commander!"

Those who were able to get up stood up and saluted. The army is the most admired strong, Xiang Ningxuan is the legend of the Long Xiang Army, and the soul of the army is related.

Xiang Ningxuan returned a military salute and said with a smile: "Thank you for your heroic fighting, we have achieved a brilliant victory and annihilated the Scourge Blood Legion." Everyone, take care of your injuries, and when the time comes, I'll take you to the Frozen Throne to visit the Lich King's lair. Actually, the Lich King is nothing remarkable, didn't he be beaten by us and fled today? ”

"Good!"

"Fight to the Frozen Throne and capture the Lich King alive!"

The morale of the wounded is still very high. Today's medical technology can ensure that the wounded recover completely, leaving no sequelae, and the injured naturally do not have to worry.

"You kid just graduated and participated in such a big battle, are you afraid?"

Chen Hao hurriedly saluted: "Don't be afraid!" But after thinking about it, he still said honestly: "At that time, I was greeted by the captain and vice captain, what are you doing, I didn't have time to be afraid." At this time, I felt scared. Alas, I'm pretty lucky. I heard that several of my classmates had died in battle, and I didn't have time to take a look. ”

No matter what their grades were in school, Chen Hao and the others were still recruits, and the casualties in the battle were much higher than those of the veteran Youzi.

Xiang Ningxuan's mood is also quite complicated, he is still a rebellious second-year teenager at his age, but Chen Hao and the others are going to the battlefield to fight for their lives.

"Our generation will eventually grow old, learn from our predecessors, and the future of the motherland will still be guarded by you."

"Yes!"

Leaving the field hospital, there is a temporary place for the bodies of the dead. In this battle, more than 300 people were killed near the main battlefield of Tarlamas.

In the eyes of observers from various countries of the Alliance for the Security of the Earth, more than 300 people were killed in such a fierce battle, which is simply negligible.

However, Xiang Ningxuan was still very sad. These people are either veterans of a hundred battles or excellent graduates, most of them have advanced to elite heroes, and there are eight epic heroes. Some people have been killed all the way from the beginning of the apocalypse, and I don't know how many crises and challenges they have experienced. Almost impossible to replenish after being killed.

In the battle against the natural disaster, many people have no bones. But more than a hundred intact bodies have been preserved, covered with white cloth and placed in rows in the morgue.

The surrounding area is guarded by Shenwei Army personnel to prevent natural disasters from corrupting and defrauding corpses. Several monks sat cross-legged and knocked on the wooden fish to chant scriptures to appease the souls of the dead, and Jiang Yueguang, a Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, was proficient in the art of controlling ghosts, and was summoning spirits and repairing the remnants of the corpses.

There are also incomplete corpses, but it is almost impossible to reunite the remnant souls, so they can only find a way to overdo it.

The Resurrection Priest sat on the ground and quietly recalled, he had just cast a resurrection spell and resurrected two random dead. Heroes with resurrection skills are extremely rare, and there is only one person in the entire Westward Advance Group Army.

But resurrecting two people is also his limit, and the other dead can be transformed into undead or immortal if their souls are intact; If the soul is badly damaged, it can only be re-entered into samsara.

"There's one more chance of resurrection on my side." Xiang Ningxuan recruited Whitemane to cast spells.

"Resurrect, warrior!" Her resurrection spell is also random. The golden light first spread out in all directions, then gradually converged on a corpse, condensing the remnant soul, repairing the body's wounds, and finally the light suddenly converged, reuniting the soul with the body.

It seems very simple to say, theoretically with Xiang Ningxuan's soul operation level, he can barely do it, and it is a big deal to add a doctor to help treat it.

But the actual situation is far more complicated than imagined, and it involves the laws of heaven and earth, and it is necessary to complete the subtle operation of the soul with the power of backlash. Once the operation is wrong, the soul of the victim will be scattered, and the worst will cause a catastrophe to counterattack.

Less than the god level, Xiang Ningxuan didn't dare to try it at all.

The reason why the Trainer and Whitemane were able to perform resurrection spells was because they had mature spell templates, and they could just let the spells run automatically according to the rules, and the difference between creating their own resurrection spells was like the difference between driving a car and building a car.

When the resurrection opportunity runs out, the other dead who can reunite their souls will choose to become undead or immortal. These have mature ways to deal with them, and Xiang Ningxuan doesn't need to worry about them.

After Lai Ye, the god of death, obtained the high-level legendary item [Shroud of Death], there is one more means of resurrection of the undead. It's just that most people don't want to use it, and only people who have a mutilated soul and body, and can't be resurrected in ordinary ways, will choose to become mummies.

Xiang Ningxuan walked to the place where the mutilated corpses that could not be resurrected were placed, and sighed deeply. Fortunately, Salein is not good at playing with souls, even if there are no bones, as long as there are soul items, he can collect some remnant souls.

He stroked the name tags of the fallen soldiers one by one, and a cold light flashed on his hand, imprinting his own mark into it.

"Brothers, go first. Take my soul brand, and when you get to the underworld, you will say that you are my cover. After a while, I will come to you, and we can all fight side by side in the underworld. ”

After walking around, Xiang Ningxuan waved his hand and motioned for the monks around him to stop.

The old monk at the head looked at Xiang Ningxuan, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and finally took a deep look.

Those who had the opportunity to transform into immortals or forsaken were surrounded by clerics such as monks and Taoists, surrounded by candlesticks, talismans, and various ritual utensils. The corpses that could not be resurrected were all lined up around Xiang Ningxuan.

A nameless wind suddenly blew in the airtight morgue, and the temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees. The flame of the candle flickered, and the color changed from a warm reddish yellow to a cold blue-green.

The clergy formed a formation to defend the enemy until the nameless wind had completely passed.

"That's it! These bodies were cremated and sent to the Longxiang Army Martyrs Cemetery. Xiang Ningxuan's face was expressionless, and the words he said carried undoubted majesty.

Whether they were serving the Buddha, the Sanqing, or other gods, the clergy were all as respectful and solemn as if they were listening to the divine decree.