Light green mist filled the rolling fields. Once the green grasslands were everywhere, desperate plague infected people were seen everywhere. The short villages were like islands in the sea, and were baptized by the plague trends. The breath of living people was almost gone.

Roderick was suspended in the air, looking at the situation seen in his sight, with a cold expression. Most of the plague infected people were lizardmen and werewolves. It can be foreseen that all the legions stationed in the Kuroki Province were destroyed.

"Damn the God of Plague Abhorrence!"

A sound of gritting teeth came from behind, and Shu Daya's eyes were filled with flame-like anger, and the red scepter in his hand was filled with spell energy, which showed that the female lizardman's personality was quite violent.

"Be careful, the great power of the gods is not something you can imagine." Roderick stopped Shudaya's movements. Any medium and high-level magic fluctuations may attract the attention of the hidden forces behind them. "According to the oracle, Forsbairo is our destination!"

The slight spell energy reinforced the energy light shield in front of him, and the green mist filled the air became more and more intense. They made no mistakes in their decisions in advance. These floating mists could already affect extraordinary professionals.

Hiding his own aura, Roderick and his friends continued to move forward, but along the way, they found that the situation in the Black Wood Province was extraordinary. The plague infected people were too dense, and the substantial mist even condensed some monster phantoms and wandered around the road.

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Fortress Fortress is ten miles away, countless people infected by despair are gathered. Looking around, there are still a steady stream of infected people joining the trend in the distance. The smell of stench is smoldering the air, and the earth-brown pus waters the plains, killing the vitality of the earth.

A faint white moonlight shines from the night sky, illuminating slightly the infected persons of the plague, the ferocious and rotten faces, the angry eyes, the pustules that are not bursting, mixed with different whimpering sounds, accompanied by their purposeful directions.

In the plague fog, you can vaguely see the dark green cocoons in the center in the haze, and the violent beating sound like a heart-like whisper, echoing gently.

Click!

When the moonlight soaks into the cocoon, cracks are densely covered with a dark green case, and then it is like fireworks and mists are overflowing from it.

"Uh hehe, it's really a wonderful feeling, is it a legend?" Crabbes looked down at his almost completely rotten body, laughing nervously, and pieces of meat fell to the grass. As the laughter sounded, the dark green mist around him seemed to be responding, dancing gently, like a happy elf.

"Is this the power of legend? Sure enough... powerful!"

He had already wanted to go to the Beshilik Kingdom to cause a plague, but halfway through, he felt that the power in his body could not be controlled, especially the plague ball in his heart, which seemed to release some kind of power through endless space.

"Wait, Uncle Marshall?"

Crabbes seemed to remember something. Looking back, the dark green energy that formed a cocoon in his vision slowly squirmed, turning into a monster, with the upper body as Marshall's human appearance, and the lower body completely turned into sticky mist, dripping bits of liquid, corroding the ground.

"It seems that not only I have gained the power of the plague, but also Uncle Marshall has been improved!"

"Is this really the power given by the dark priest? It's a bit weird... but what does it have to do with me? I'm a dead person, and I'm afraid of what I do. What I long for is revenge!"

He looked down at the bone necklace between his neck. His skills were very rough. It was generally seen that it was a decorative necklace made of his head: "Hey, father, Uncle Oppa, did you see it? The army of plague, legendary strength, I already have the power of revenge!"

Krabs recalled the scene when Forsbayro Fortress was captured. Countless slaughterings were staged before his eyes. The brave soldiers struggled on the brink of death, and the lizardman warriors in armor and sharp arms destroyed all hope with their strong physical fitness.

"Wait, wait, I will bring hatred and plague to the Kingdom of Bechlik!" Crabs gently placed the necklace between his neck, looked at the army of plague gathered behind him, and a disgusting smile appeared on his rotten face.

"Hmm?... Interesting scene... Plague Seeds saw three figures gliding through the sky... Well, let's look... The dark green skin covered with scales... It's the lizardman!!!"

"From the direction they fly, are they strong men from the Corkel tribe? So, the plague in the Corkel tribe has reached a time when it can't stand it!"

"Gaga!" Crabs smiled hoarsely, and his heart was filled with pleasure. "Then I'm not polite. After devouring the three powerful men of the Coker tribe, he will take the eastern area of ​​the Beshilik Kingdom."

Rumble!

The army of plague advances, and the dark green mist scattered in the air advances with it. The entire army is like moving plague clouds, constantly corroding the fields. The army passes through the border and no grass grows.

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In the night sky, the moonlight mixed with green mist fell below, and the plague-infected person could be seen vaguely, with mechanical movements and unconscious swallowing, very much like a skeleton army summoned by the necromancer.

"High Priest, how to stop..." Zhan Nansen stopped when he saw Roderick in front of him and asked in confusion. Time was tight, and although the plague situation in the kingdom was curbed, it was difficult to find a solution.

"Don't you feel strange?" Roderick didn't care about Jannsen's tone, pointed to the infected person below, and asked softly: "During the time we were flying, we never seemed to see those infected persons stopping, they were rushing to a target place?!"

"It seems like this is true!" Shu Daya looked at the situation below and echoed, the anger in her eyes did not subtract, but instead became deeper, waiting for the opportunity to release.

"Is the destination where they are moving forward is where the forces that secretly make trouble are located?"

"There is such a possibility..." Roderick nodded slightly, his tone was not very certain, and then he pointed to the direction of the plague-infected person. "Is there anything worth noting?"

"Fort Fosbayro...that is the direction of Fort Fosbayro!" Zhan Nansen had a hesitant tone at first. In order to confirm his inner thoughts, he deliberately looked at the map provided by the Coker tribe, although he had already remembered it.

"Oh, that's just right, when we verify our inner thoughts." Roderick said with a chuckling, with an extremely cold expression. As the high priest of the Lizardman Temple, losing so many believers this time of plague may cause dissatisfaction from the Lizardman God, and he will inevitably blame him.

"No, no need!" Shu Daya said suddenly, with a slightly solemn expression, and the golden pupils reflected the 'plague clouds' walking not far away.

Hearing this, Roderick immediately looked up and looked into the distance. In his vision, a faint light shone in the field. Countless infected people of despair were gathered into a tide, spreading wildly, and a steady stream of infected people could be seen vaguely pouring in.

Looking at the direction they are moving forward, it is the direction they were when they came - the Kingdom of Beschlik!
Chapter completed!