The night is getting darker, and the white moonlight pours on the plain, causing waves to break the original tranquility.

Staring at the bleak figure of Abuda leaving, Bishop Isda smiled slightly, a little cold and a little scary.

Spell detection?

Sorry, he just used magic energy to cover his palms and simulated the illusion.

As for whether Abuda was infected by the plague.

Sheltered by the badge of wealth.

Maybe... maybe...none?

But in a few days, who will know?

Isdayang waved his hand and a faint wave of space appeared and dissipated. This was the ban array he set up in advance around, just in case.

At least the previous spell release did not attract others' attention.

Isda turned around and looked at the brightly lit camp not far away, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again.

"Plague, faith, Valoran."

"I'm curious behind this, why I hate the spread of faith so much, and......"

The black robe covered his body, and Isdama moved his steps and quietly left in the dull night.

The moonlight shone, and a shadow gradually appeared and disappeared immediately.

"The shadow is staring at you, the ignorant!"

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the next day.

The crimson glow broke free from the constraints of the sky, sprinkled on the plain, cutting through the silent camp.

Perhaps it was the death yesterday that caused the lively atmosphere of this dilapidated camp to be less active, and there was also a reason for its hastily established.

Most of them are trading caravans that are unfamiliar with each other, so the wandering mercenaries who stay in Yinsong Province will talk occasionally, but they will also talk casually.

They felt something was wrong, but they couldn't find it.

If there is no result here, the mercenaries will leave Yinsong Province first.

Since we can’t find work here, we won’t be like this in other places, right? The Kingdom of Stoke is so big that there is always a place to stay.

The words suddenly flowed out of the morning light made many wandering mercenaries realize the seriousness of the matter.

A plague spreads in the team.

No, it's not just the team, but maybe the entire western region of Yinsong Province.

Otherwise, Valoran would not be ready for battle, and would even be allowed to go out and not enter.

As the rumors spread, more and more people knew the truth of the matter, and panic and despair appeared in the ruined camp.

Countless people hurriedly packed up their salutes, and even worse, they rushed directly to the camp not far away, hoping to enter Valoran's territory.

But the cold sharp blade on the city wall broke the inner thoughts.

Those who are unwilling to continue moving forward, and then the whimpering sound of tearing the air tells them the cruel facts.

The trembling tail of the arrow, the overflowing blood, and the figure kneeling on the ground formed a heart-wrenching picture.

There are also calm people who want to stop the chaos in the ruined camp and tell the falsehood of the plague rumors.

But when the fact of yesterday evening came back to my eyes.

The mercenaries and followers whose skin was ulcerated and dark green pustules appeared on their bodies could not control themselves.

They fell on the ground and wailed wildly. The sound of pain shocked the hearts. The green pustules on their bodies were scratched, and the earthy yellow liquid flowed, and the smell of stench spread in the air.

Everything turns into an irreversible situation!

People spontaneously leave those infected with the plague, even if they were their best friends before that.

Faced with death, they make choices.

Several caravans left the ruined camp one after another and took [normal] entourage, coolies and hired mercenaries to leave quickly.

Human blind obedience is fully demonstrated at this time.

Most people chose to leave and choose to detour. Since Valoran's leadership did not allow entry, then are the other provinces of the kingdom? The city of Edalas?

Disasters are spreading!

Or, the disaster has spread long ago!

Before Modrian heard the news, he had already begun to spread from Kuroki Province.

It was just traffic restrictions, and the news that the plague was not yet at the end of the outbreak.

The departure of these people has intensified the arrival of the results in advance.

"Haha, has it started?" Abuda looked at the ruined camp where the chaos was coming at this moment, with a cold expression.

As if he remembered something, he looked down at the golden badge on his chest, and the blurred goddess wearing a golden crown could be seen vaguely.

It is hideous, terrifying, and devouring human blood!

"Goddess of Wealth, for faith? For believers?" A vicious look appeared in Abuda's eyes.

The contract has been established and is in the name of the Goddess of Wealth, so Bishop Isda will not take the initiative to violate it.

"And I, haha!"

"Since I'm infected with the plague, how can you get better?" Abuda stepped on the corpse on the ground, the green pustules were scratched, and the earthy yellow liquid flowed.

Trying to ignore the stench, he reached out and grabbed the broken pustules and said coldly: "Does it need a temple to disperse? I really hope this is the truth!"

Then he looked at the trembling and infected people in the ruined camp, and they shivered and looked desperate.

Faced with the riotous environment, these poor people curled up and tried not to attract attention.

Someone has been killed for no reason because of this. The bright red blood stimulates their fragile nerves. You must know that they were just ordinary people before, not evil people.

"Sanctuary of Wealth, Valoran, I will let you try the plague!" Abuda looked at the stone camp not far away, the place where hope was once placed.

"Hey, you guys, right?"

Turning his head and looking at the poor people, a crazy smile filled his face.

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The chaos in the ruined camp attracted the attention of the Noxus cavalry in the simple camp, and the subsequent killing order was issued by Dryus, with gray and silver hair spreading on his shoulders, and a firm look in his cold eyes.

"Dryus, what's the situation?" Modrian rubbed his brow gently, and the plague involved most of his energy.

"There is an unknown chaos, and the specific situation is unknown." Dryus said in a deep voice.

"Oh, the Temple of Wealth, a group of people who spread their faith do things that are heartless." Modrian looked indifferent.

Jie discovered something interesting last night and then told him.

About the Temple of Wealth, About Bishop Isda.

Looking down at the temple priest who was starting to get busy at the city gate, Modrian did not rashly tear his face. He also needed the help from the Temple of Wealth.

The morality of his previous life has gradually become unable to hold on to it. All he can do is follow his nature and heart.

But now, news of the plague does not need to be blocked.

Perhaps soon, news will be heard in Valoran's lord.

"How is Xiaoju preparing?" Modrian said softly.

"It's almost done. She planted many Ayon's seeds and sprouted into dense jungle." Timo stepped forward to report, with a serious expression on her plush face.

During this period, the trimmed main ship scout team assisted Xiaoju in planting many seeds along the isolation line.

Although the effect is not as effective as Aiweng planted by himself, it is also good. It can be used as a line of defense to dispel mildly infected plague.

"Then, issue a notice and announce the spread of the plague!"

"All towns and villages do a good job in safety. In addition, in any situation, every garrison officer will take it by himself. Even if he kills it by mistake, don't let the threat go!"

"Yes!" The voice of Jie came from the shadow.

The scorching sun shines on the camp, on the plain, on the chaotic ruined camp not far away.

Modrian stood quietly, his majestic face could not see any emotion.

He lowered his head slightly and watched the priests of the Temple of Wealth slowly gather, Isda's figure also appeared on the city wall, with a gentle smile on his face, a little dazzling.
Chapter completed!