There are enough holy water pipes, and this is the benefit of the lord and the Church of Light to maintain a good relationship.

For the sake of friendly friends and business partners, Bishop Beckman specially recruited a number of healing priests from other dioceses, and asked them to use mana to make a large amount of healing, detoxifying, and purifying holy water, and then sell it to Vincent's Terran army.

The price for the lord was that the bishop was granted the right to act as an agent for the holy water in a glass bottle.

Transparent glass is a rare luxury in the Church, and it is said that the Bishop is now following Vincent's advanced experience and constantly appealing to the attendees to have a glass bottle of holy water in their hands during important meetings within the Church.

At least the Bishop did think that Lord Vincent himself had a very proper layout of the meeting hall at the time of the meeting, with long tables, notebooks, fountain pens, and glass drinking bottles all produced in the Territory's workshop, showing a high-end atmosphere of exotic style in simplicity and elegance.

The apostle of the god of light and order shouldn't lose to the demons in a meeting, right?

Therefore, the army of the Primorsky Territory is definitely the first army on the mainland that can handle a bottle of holy water with even infantry.

You must know that many civilians will only get free holy water baptism when they enter the religion and enter the earth, and other times they want to buy it only with money, depending on the mood of the priest at that time.

According to the market price, the price of a small bottle of holy water is about 50 silver coins, which cannot be said to be absolutely unaffordable, but it is absolutely painful for civilians to buy it.

The demons who can get holy water at wholesale prices and distribute it to the army as bottled pure water are definitely the only ones on the mainland.

What is even more enviable to the civilian population is that the lord also allows the families of outstanding soldiers to be given holy water every year as a benefit of the lord's allegiance, which makes many young people with old and weak families join the army.

Compared to the undead, Terrans are fragile, so they are easy to seduc.

Now, when the opportunity to use the holy water came, the frightened people hurriedly took out the holy water, used it for their companions, and bandaged it.

Frustratingly, however, there was no sign of recovery from those injuries – unsurprisingly, the same situation as Vincent's first visit to Elsa's rescue.

Maybe these people won't die in the short term, but it also exposes the major weaknesses of the Terran army, and makes the rest of the people have scruples.

"Don't worry, because we don't have to worry about that," Jana said to a worried-looking Ninia, "and we should think more about how not to be eaten by dragons than about those injuries."

"I don't want to be eaten." Ninia smiled bitterly, "But what makes me even more sad is that my master's army has just picked up a little bit and is about to be buried in my hands."

"Do you have any regrets?" Jana casually asked, "What is the ...... between you and the lord?"

Ninia clenched the fist that could still move, her eyes were melancholy, and she didn't say a word.

"Do you want to retreat?" La Niña was helped over and asked the commander, "Maybe there will be less damage this way."

"The silver dragon said that it is the master of the mountains, how can we escape from it?" Ninia's blue eyes still sparkled, "Since you are going to die, let's be an army that will not retreat in the face of the dragon and become history."

"Isn't this our guardian dragon?" Schiff forced a humorous remark, "Maybe he'll let us go once."

"I'm praying," Ninia said, "praying that the lord will get my body."

"Girl, you're hopeless." Jana lowered her ears and commented, "But you're such a good woman."

When the soldiers learned of the choice of the commander, there was a brief uproar, but no one was smart enough to think that they could survive if they escaped now.

The Blood Curse allows them to become enemies of the dragon, which is at least a heroic death.

In this anxious and calm state of mind, the territory army stood quietly in the rain, waiting for the judgment that the silver dragon would begin to come sooner or later.

Fortunately, the silver dragon that everyone was most worried about did not notice this little confusion, and the hatred for the dwarves had not yet dissipated, and the serious beating that ordinary people could not imagine at all continued.

After some folding

Teng, the entire golem was already unrecognizable, the mountain was smashed and a rock fell, and gurgling black juice flowed out of the shattered and deformed iron shell, leaving ugly black marks on the white scales of the silver dragon.

Perhaps for the average race, the cult's black magic with a special curse is extremely difficult to deal with, and it is enough to make people feel painful, but for the dragon species with full magic resistance, it is just a stain.

The Iwasu, who had been able to speak and beg for mercy before, had long since lost his voice, and could not even let out a terrible wail, and by the time the beating of the silver dragon was nearing the end of the landslide, all that people could see was iron filings and debris.

It is also a rare experience to see the silver dragon striking iron before dying.

"Roar! What filth!" The silver dragon looked at his huge dragon claws stained with foul sap and said in disgust, "How is it that the curse of a thousand years ago has been passed down to the present day?"

Yinlong's voice was too loud, and this casual complaint attracted the attention of Ninia and the others.

No human race can have a longer lifespan than a dragon, so it can't have the same longevity as a dragon.

However, even if Yinlong knew anything, the group of small people below could only guess in their hearts that everyone was in danger.

Seeing the fate of the golem, they didn't dare to offend the dragon at all, not even to pull away.

The top priority is to treat the poisoned, and this evil thing is not unsolvable for the territorial army, but the people who can purify and treat it are not present.

The silver dragon raised its head to the sky and roared, and a cold white frost erupted all over its body, not only did the rain on its body freeze and freeze, but even the raindrops flying around it also froze and fell to the ground.

The black juice in the golem was also directly frozen, turning into a little black spot on the silver dragon's body, which was particularly eye-catching.

In the blink of an eye, the land under the feet of the silver dragon has completely turned silvery-white, forming a complex snowflake shape, which looks extremely abnormal in the mountain forest that has just entered autumn, and there is a strange beauty.

"That's amazing, it's a gift from the gods." La Nina's amazement was palpable, "This is the chantless spell that a magician dreams of, and the power of the dragon is simply incomparable, so envious......

"And it's beautiful." Ninia added, "Seriously, it's beautiful."

"I agree with you." La Niña said, "It's a perfect creation, but unfortunately we won't see it tomorrow......

La Niña has long believed that dragons are giant creatures that survive by brute force, defense, and longevity, and today when she sees a real dragon, she realizes her own shallow ignorance.

Even those who don't understand magic will be impressed by this magical power at their fingertips.