As the plague girl screamed, black clouds were like a wall, pressing straight forward.

The soldiers nervously held the masks on their faces. Some worked hard to tie the fur tightly, some pushed the hood down, and some were ruthless and cut off a piece of fur from the hem of their clothes, covering their mouths and noses.

Put another layer on the outside...

Grete silently added a layer of bubbles to himself. In addition to the bubbles, he also covered himself with a layer of mage armor. Thinking about it, it still seemed unreliable. Then he added a layer of wind wall... It doesn't matter what kind of plague wind you have, as long as you can't withstand it.

If you touch me, you can't make me sick!

When she was ready, she turned around and saw a circle of flames surrounding Cerela. The diameter was golden red and burning brightly, making her whole body look like a big light bulb.

"Cerilla! Don't make it so conspicuous!"

Grete shouted nervously. The silver dragon girl waved her hand carelessly:

"I'm going to burn them! Those bugs, those... I don't want them to touch me! Not at all!"

Grete sighed and stopped talking. There is no silver dragon who doesn't like to be clean. Let alone those damn things touching her body, even if they are close, it is uncomfortable to see them. As for the many bugs rushing towards her, the fire

What to do if the circle is broken?

Just kidding, the silver dragon's magic power reserves are, God knows, hundreds of thousands of times greater than his! He can withstand it, and Cerela will definitely be fine!

In the time it took for these two words to be said, black clouds rolled in and arrived in front of the formation. The White-Horned King screamed hard, and the blue-black light on his body shined, connecting with the light on the bulls. He lowered his head, charged forward, stamped his feet, and raised his head.

Continuous blue-black light rushed upwards and collided head-on with the black clouds blown by the plague girl. With a bang, Grete was swayed on the back of the bull, and saw the black clouds being scooped up by their roots and blown directly into the sky.

, the whole sky went dark!

"good!"

"here you go!"

"White-horned King! White-horned King! White-horned King!"

"Moo"

The soldiers cheered endlessly. The black clouds were blown up, dispersed, and flew high into the sky, and then gradually thinned under the sun. When they fell again, they were already strands and weak. The strong bison just shook their backs and took them away.

Shake it down.

"This disease girl doesn't seem that strong?"

Serila breathed a sigh of relief and commented softly through the spiritual connection. Gretel, however, had a solemn expression:

"Don't worry. This is the first round... The gods that can make the White-Horned King stand ready are definitely not that weak!"

"I know! It's not like I didn't see it!"

In the field of vision of [Detect Magic], the light on the diseased girl is one level brighter than that of the White-Horned King. It requires the Buffalo King and his descendants to join forces with the strong men of each tribe to deal with it.

Is this the result of being weakened?

The screams continued, and the black clouds and green light collided continuously. The White-Horned King led his descendants, rushing left and right in the black clouds, tearing the black mist apart again and again;

Warriors from various tribes accompanied the bison, wielding battle axes, war hammers, clubs, and various weapons. The wind roared on the weapons, beating the fine black mist into annihilation;

The weaker warriors formed a formation, waving weapons and torches, fighting with the flies, mosquitoes, rats, etc. The shaman priests were constantly playing music and dancing, driving the power of the totem god,

Continuously blessing the clan members...

Black clouds rolled in, and the sound of killings shook the sky. After tearing back and forth for seven or eight times in a row, the disease girl suddenly disintegrated and swooped down. The dementor-like thin form turned into a whole black cloud, weighing heavily on the entire battlefield.

.

Thump, thump, thump...

On the backs of the cattle and beside the bison, soldiers kept falling down. They grabbed their chests, choked their throats, and rolled all over the ground. Gradually, there was no movement... There were also some bison running, and their hooves gave way and they fell down.

fall.

The red light around Serira suddenly lit up, burning fiercely, creating a gap of five or six meters in diameter around it. Even the bull below was protected inside, and Grete was on the boiling battlefield.

You can hear the bull's excited cry.

With such an eye-catching symbol, the black clouds naturally gathered towards her quickly, surrounding the silver dragon girl layer after layer. However, the ring of fire always remained standing. Gretel could see the black clouds even if she was about ten meters away.

The golden red shines in the clouds.

The White-Horned King desperately returned to support. The huge kestrel phantoms and bison phantoms also appeared in the sky above the battlefield. They flapped their wings and claws and stepped on their horns, trying hard to tear apart the black clouds.

Suddenly, the black energy disappeared and returned to the dementor form. The plague girl's sharp whistle spread across the battlefield:

"Why so little! Why! Why! Why"

Few? Gretel looked around blankly. There were already quite a few soldiers who had been knocked down by the plague. On the battle line and in the charging ranks, there were fallen figures everywhere. As for the bison, he also saw more than a dozen fallen...

However, the White-Horned King's resonant cry immediately spread throughout the audience. Gretel opened animal communication in time, and only then could he hear full confidence and a lot of ridicule from his cry:

"Plague girl! Your power has weakened! My descendants are no longer afraid of you!"

A large herd of bison neighed loudly. They shook their heads gently, and the gas masks on their heads. With the protection of this thing, when the black clouds filled the air, they actually did not fall!

On the contrary, more soldiers fell. There was no way, Gretel also wanted to persuade the soldiers to use gas masks, and even rubbed a few of them on them... However, the soldiers generally reported that this thing was too uncomfortable to wear and not breathable.

, you’ll be out of breath after just a few strikes with the axe, don’t!

There is nothing Grete can do about this. Gas masks are not breathable and put great pressure on the heart and lungs. This is a problem that modern society cannot solve. Of course, you can use a purification array to replace activated carbon, but Grete is not familiar with enchanting, and rubbing it is too difficult.

slow……

So, in the end, only the descendants of King White Horn enjoyed the treatment of gas masks.

In order to prevent the disease girl from forcing bacteria or even fungi to multiply and completely block the breathing holes, warriors from the buffalo tribe were specially arranged to ride on the backs of the cows. They had more contact with buffaloes, which facilitated communication and could understand the buffalo's requests.

At this moment, the soldiers lay on the backs of the cattle one by one, and quickly changed the gas masks for the bison. Then they poured out the filter element of the replaced mask, flushed it inside and outside, replaced it with a new filter element, and wrapped it for later use...

…

I don’t know how long this battle will last. The Plague Lord doesn’t have many materials here. There are only two gas masks per cow, so I have to save them!

Damn it, why did they reject the Plague Lord’s kindness at that time!

"Yes, Plague Girl, your power has weakened!"

Another loud roar sounded from the other side of the battlefield. A black panther with a majestic body, several times bigger than a tiger, rushed into the battlefield, waved its claws, swung its tail, and instantly tore through a black mist:

"My soldiers are not afraid of you anymore! With the protection of the Lord of Plague, most of them can stand here well!"

Protect yourself, protect yourself. Cover your skin as much as possible, cover your mouth and nose when the epidemic girl attacks, close your eyes...

The Lord of the Plague, before the war started, blessed the warriors one by one. The mask of each warrior exuded the smell of cold holy water, protecting the brave warriors.

As long as you cover your mouth and nose with a mask containing holy water, the power of the plague girl can be reduced to a minimum! And with such precious holy water, the Lord of the Plague even gave each warrior a small bag!

Now, many warriors are busy cleaning their masks with holy water to resist the next attack. The Black Panther God looked around, extremely satisfied:

He also used this holy water to take a bath!

Extremely useful! When I fought against the Plague Girl and rushed through the black mist, I would feel itchy here and there, but now I don’t feel itchy at all!

"Lord of Plagues!"

"Lord of Plagues!"

"Lord of Plagues"

The cheers surged. On the vast battlefield, the soldiers raised their weapons, cheered, and shouted the name of the god. This new god who controls the power of the plague is on their side and protects them!

"Lord of the Plague! Who dares to call me the Lord of the Plague when I'm here!" The plague girl's whistle suddenly became louder and sharper. Grete frowned and quickly set up another ring around him.

wind barrier

This frequency is almost entering the scope of ultrasound, and it hurts his ears! If he doesn't take precautions, eye congestion, edema, cell necrosis, vasoconstriction, motor nerve paralysis, blood clots, etc. will all happen!

The "Dementor" rose, rose. The black, faceless face glanced around the battlefield, observing the abnormalities everywhere. The White-Horned King and its descendants were old opponents they had always dealt with;

The God of the Buffalo, the God of the Black Panther, the God of the Kestrel, these guys who protect those useless humans, have also been fighting with her for countless days, and the weather has become colder and warmer, warmer and colder again, countless times;

There are also those little gods who are not worth mentioning. If they are not protected by powerful gods, the gods under her can crush them...

The disease girl's perception passed through the battlefield piece by piece, and suddenly became fixed. Among the white-horned princes and grandsons, the most heavily guarded place, her power, had two blank areas.

A rising, blazing heat, devouring her power all the time. As long as the black mist comes a little closer, it will be burned away by the fire;

The other was restrained and quiet. He had no power to harm her, but was determined not to be invaded. The disease girl thought for a moment with her brain filled with germs, and then angrily threw herself at the latter:

"Lord of the Plague? If you go against me, you are seeking death!"

"You are looking for death!"

Angry curses were raised high. Following the curses, a fireball so hot that it turned white rushed up at high speed and rushed towards the disease girl. It stopped it in the air and exploded with a bang:

boom!!!

The "Dementor" shook, and its black robe was almost torn to pieces. At the level of an adult silver dragon, the five-ring fire spell with all its strength, coupled with double bonuses, how powerful is it?

Even the epidemic girl was caught off guard and suffered a big loss. The black air rolled, and all kinds of mosquitoes, flies, insects, and strange black masses fell like rain.

The next moment, Cerela flew into the air, holding a row of test tubes between her slender fingers, and fire beads rained out, one after another:

"You dare to hit him! You deserve to die!"

The black mist kept changing. One moment it condensed into a thick black whip, which was whipped towards Cerela, and was exploded by her with fire beads and fire rings; the other moment it spread into a ball, trying to wrap Cerela, but the flames around her exploded.
To be continued...