The flying figure paused in mid-air, and Roderick and the other two looked at each other, their expressions gradually became solemn. They needed to make a choice whether to continue to go to Forsbairo fortress and allow the "plague clouds" to enter the kingdom, or to block the deep green plague wave spreading below and not to execute the oracle's orders.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be so complicated. Since there is a plague army here, does it mean that the forces hidden behind it exist in it?" Roderick said softly. As the high priest of the temple, the responsibility he shoulders is even more important, not only the oracles he accepted, but also the fate of his tribe members.

"Leave it to me, I just want to relax. As for Fortress Fortress, I'll ask you!" Shu Daya took out his bright red staff again, and his clear light was like a halo of blood. Combined with his own majestic spirit, the power of the legend was undoubtedly revealed.

"Okay!" Roderick did not refuse, nodded and praised, then stopped Zhan Nansen who wanted to speak, turned around and left, quite simply, if he ignored the flash of mental fluctuations.

Zhan Nansen frowned slightly, then returned to his normal face and left with Roderick's figure.

Everything was so calm that the tide formed by the plague infected people surging, spreading to the vast wilderness below.

[Advanced Spell: Flame Shock]!

The surging flames collapsed the earth, swallowing countless plague-infected people, and the chaotic whimpering sound stopped and turned into a violent painful struggle. The earth-brown pus increased the burning fire, and the foul smell became increasingly unbearable during the high temperature baking.

[Advanced Spell: Tornado Blade]!

The wind assists the fire, a green whirlwind rises from the sky, sweeping away the helpless rotten person. The subtle wind blade cuts the body, the black and red blood and the green pustules are mixed together, like rain water pouring on the ground, watering the flames, not extinguishing, but as if it is adding combustion, the red flames are surging!

"The good show has just begun!" Shu Daya said with a ferocious face. Most of the plague infected people who were trapped in the fluctuations of elemental energy were lizardmen and werewolves.

"The scum hidden behind me, I see if you can continue to lurk!?"

The red staff was tightly clasped in his hand, and his golden pupils were raised upside down. After Shu Daya instantly fired two advanced spells, he vented his inner hatred slightly. Now he has returned to normal sanity, but the normal legend is even more scary.

[Advanced Spell: Operate Weather]!

The slightly cold night sky gradually stirred up a hot warm wind, the dim starlight receded, and the active flame element energy formed a strange communication with the flames below.

"If I don't take action, I will destroy the plague-infected people here!" Shu Daya showed her sharp and dense fangs in the corner of her mouth, and her long blood-colored tongue licked her face. She was one of the few dual cultivators in the Lizardman Temple. In addition to being a temple priest, she is also a true legendary spellcaster, which is why she dares to stay alone.

[Advanced Spell: Earth Cracked]!

The surging elemental energy pierces the earth, the fields collapse, the flames overflow, and the terrifying tearing force breaks out from the terrain that is densely cracked in the wave of plague infected people, disrupting the pace of progress.

Without waiting for the spell energy to dissipate, the low voice echoed in the air. Shu Daya gently spread her arms, and the red staff was floating in front of her, and under the scorching weather, it shone with a crimson glow.

[Super-level spell: Fireworks and rainstorms]!

The surging spirit touched the active energy of the fire element in the weather. A heavy rain composed of flames suddenly fell, and the burning flames and raindrops danced one after another, sweeping towards the infected persons of the plague on the ground.

The heavy rain poured into the vast field, the flames were burning, and the plague that was moving forward was infected in this rain of flames, like lit torches, struggling and roaring, and the sound of pain resounded throughout the sky, but could not stop the burning of the flames.

This is the power of legend. Allowing a legendary spell caster to cast spells without any scruples can completely change the weather, change the terrain, and change the outcome of a war.

puff!

The slight sound was not surprising in the rain of flames, but Shu Daya felt the deadly danger, and her sarcastic smile appeared on her hideous face: "I can't help it, are you going to attack me?"

"Let us see who is the crown prince?"

[Divine Art: Samu Anya's Guardian]!

Roderick's voice suddenly sounded in the distant sky, and a blurry image of the lizard man was projected around Shu Daya's body, and the face of the god was invisible. This was the image of the god summoning the lizard man protecting Shu Daya who was in a period of mental exhaustion.

Even a legendary spellcaster, after releasing many advanced and super-level spells in succession, his own spirit will enter a certain period of fatigue and laziness.

Bang!

The dark green spikes were in front of the Lizardman's image. The spell was crisp and loud, and the inexplicable ripples spread in the air, shattering the light green mist, and pulling out a transparent white mark in the dark night. It was the scene after tearing the space barrier.

"Damn it, you didn't leave at all?" Crabbes let out an angry roar, his rotten face full of anger, and Marshall behind him returned to a monster from a spike state.

"The legend I don't know is not contaminated with the abyss. It seems that they are the new subordinates recruited by the God of Plagues?" Zhan Nansen showed a confused look. This is a bit in line with the evil god's style of doing things. Just abandoning the legend that he had finally recruited?

"It's not necessarily a legend! It's more like a monster that abandons life and soul!" Roderick denied, feeling a trace of alternative aura, like the residual traces of sacrifice or contract.

"Catch him, I think my Lord will be happy to study such a monster!"

"You damn lizard men are monsters! I want to catch me and see if you have that ability!" Crabs said with a gloomy face, oh, maybe he could see a gloomy look from his rotten face, but the light green mist around him after the baptism of spells gradually came over, forming a plague sky.

"It's really pitiful, I still want to struggle!" Shu Daya chuckled softly, [Super-level spell: Fireworks and Rain] Under her spirit, she slowly moved to this area. The flame storm continued and annihilated with the newly formed plague sky.

Crabs' green eyes flashed a little crazy. He didn't expect that the Coker tribe would react so quickly and actually asked for help from the Beshilik Kingdom. The three legendary powerful men in front of him should be from the Lizardman Temple.

"Struggle? No, I'm just unwilling to accept it, I just want to take revenge!" Crabs let out a low roar. As the sound came out, the army of plagues in the field went completely crazy, like moths to the flames, and directly rushed into the torrential rain of flames. The pustules on their bodies turned into wisps of mist under the burning flames and merged into the sky of the plague.

Roderick and his team were in a triangular shape, vaguely surrounding the plague legend in front of them, allowing the mist to linger around them, colliding violently with the rain of fire, distorting the transparent air.

Perhaps, this may be the source they are pursuing and the location of the oracle's guidance?

But it shouldn't be so easy!
Chapter completed!