A massive terrible plague has broken out in the jungle!

Despite the desperate efforts of the witch doctors, more than half of the troll warriors were infected with plague spores, and became blood-drenched wretched creatures who only rolled on the ground and scratched their bodies.

Trolls aren't stupid either.

Although their minds are not as good as those of human wizards, they are also the well-deserved rulers of the Hazen plane.

Through various tests, they were able to discover some flaws or deficiencies in this plague cloud.

That's ...... Afraid of fire!

Plague clouds are not dead creatures, but living creatures made up of billions of tiny plague germs, so they are also afraid of fire.

Upon discovering this, the trolls immediately lit torches one by one and began to scorch the lingering poisonous clouds with their flames. Sure enough, as the flames surged, a crackling and small crackling sound came from the plague cloud.

Most of the plague clouds were incinerated by the flames, but trolls infected with the plague could not. Therefore, the troll leader had no choice but to send someone to gather them in a glade, and ordered the witch doctor who accompanied the team to hurry up and treat them.

In order to help these plague-tormented companions, more than twenty troll witch doctors gathered together, set up a huge iron pot in the middle of the glade, and began to quickly boil a decoction that could ward off the plague.

They are dressed in strange costumes, their faces and bodies are smeared with strange patterns, and they are nervously dancing ugly around the iron pot, while constantly throwing all kinds of mysterious herbs into the iron pot. The boiling soup was steaming, and a pungent and terrible smell permeated the forest.

But don't say it, this kind of witch doctor method full of primitive ignorance really has a certain effect.

After sniffing and inhaling the smell of this decoction, the plague infected who struggled in the dense forest unexpectedly calmed down a little, and the voice of the painful screams was much lower.

Mary and Remy, who were hiding in the shadows and silently observing the trolls' movements, couldn't help but shake their heads secretly.

After all, the plague can only be used as a side means to assist the war, but it can never become the main axis of the war. One of the main reasons is that the true meaning of dimensional warfare is to accumulate resources, plunder populations, and establish a stable colonial system that can continuously 'transfuse' blood to one's family.

And in this process, the indigenous native forces of the Old World must not be completely destroyed, but must be preserved as much as possible.

It is conceivable that if all the trolls were killed in one go by plague or other sorcery means, then the Crimson family would also lose tens of thousands of slaves who generally possessed the strength of a Tier 1 warrior. In the later period, whether it was to build a large plantation or develop a mine, a large number of physically fit slaves were required.

Could it be that to develop this Hassen plane, the Crimson family has to transfer a large number of slaves from the other world?

Not to mention the huge teleportation costs that result, the harsh environment here alone can kill most of the outsiders.

Contrary to the truth, this is a staggering amount of family expenses!

Therefore, when wizards invade those small planes, they will only selectively carry out surgical precision strikes on the upper echelons of the indigenous forces. Cruel and terrifying methods are used to eliminate the diehards and brains of the indigenous forces, but their underlying structure must be preserved.

Once they are all killed, the wizarding family will not have the manpower to re-establish a power system that can firmly rule the world. Therefore, the head of the Troll Nation must be cut off, but its body must be preserved.

This makes it easier for wizards to take their place and create a ruling class that is few in number, but has deep control over the natives of their own plane.

Therefore, when waging a plague war, wizards must also strictly control the spread area and spread of the plague, but they must not dry up and fish and mess up the world.

The plague controlled by the plague spirit Remy is undoubtedly very powerful!

However, this is another world after all, and the laws of the plane and the way the elements work are speciously very different. As a result, the contagiousness, lethality, and survival of the plague were suppressed to varying degrees.

In addition, the troll clan is all strong and healthy, and usually has a tough vitality and not a weak magic resistance. As a result, the plagues spread by Remy were never able to reach the level of transforming them into plague creatures.

In the human-dominated dimensional world, Remy only needs one person to easily transform every plane native he encounters into his own plague slave.

One man into an army!

Remy, the poisonous spirit, can even confront the entire plane by himself.

Of course, if all the powerhouses in the dimensional world are gathered, Remy, who doesn't have many combat skills, will probably have to pay a lot of price to survive the opponent's counterattack.

Therefore, the difference in the plane system and the different levels of strength also made the terrible plague that Remy spread that could have ravaged the entire plane fall on the troll army, but it only became a 'vicious disease' that slowly consumed their vitality!

The lethal effects of the plague terror were not shown, but it did manage to reduce the overall strength of the Troll Legion.

The Troll Legion has stopped searching for the intruders and has instead entrenched themselves and begun to treat their fellow men who have contracted the 'Evil Disease'. With the assistance of the witch doctor, the condition of the infected person has been controlled, and there has been no large-scale transformation into a corpse.

Therefore, in this dense forest, the offensive and defensive postures of the two sides have changed dramatically.

The Troll Legion, which had an absolute advantage in numbers, was in charge, while the Bloods, who were agile and mobile, led by two Tier 3 vampires, became the attacking side.

Each time, taking advantage of the darkness of night, Mary led hordes of vampires to storm the makeshift camp planted by the trolls, hoping to break through the encirclement and kill the few 'obstructive' troll witch doctors.

And the trolls are on guard.

On the periphery, they set up rudimentary camps, lit piles of bonfires, and then fortified them tightly. Anyone who dares to come into their sight will be greeted with a storm of spear throws.

In fact, in terms of strength alone, the strength of the troll warriors is not weak, and even jungle combat can reach the strength level of the middle plane. They generally have Tier 1 strength, strong physique, strong vitality, and hand-to-hand combat is not even weaker than ordinary Tier 1 refining wizards.

In hand-to-hand combat, they have strange wooden spears as hard as steel and quenched pikes, and at medium and short ranges, they throw spears with great force and precision. All things considered, the trolls of the Hazen plane have extremely good warrior potential.

Once this plane is taken down, the Crimson family will have an additional army of slaves with good strength in disguise!

…………

Night falls.

The whole jungle fell into a strange silence.

The night breeze blows, and the sound of branches and leaves scraping and rubbing is like the tide hitting the shore.

And underneath this calm, I don't know how many people are moving silently, lurking, vigilant......

On the outskirts of the troll camp, clusters of tall, bright bonfires were lit.

At this moment, a troll leader with a rank 3 primary strength was standing alone between two bonfires, roaring one after another at the dark, dark jungle.

On the ground in front of it and behind it, rows of wooden spears were stuck upside down, and at its waist hung five colliding metal pikes with clanging sounds.

In the darkness of the jungle in the distance, within the luxuriant canopy of a tall ancient tree, Mary silently looked at the daring troll leader through the swaying branches, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Who knows what this bastard is yelling about?"

When you first arrive at a different plane, look for the natives of the plane, absorb their knowledge and memories to grasp the basic modalities of the plane. This is also a must-have ability for every qualified wizard.

In the witchcraft system, extracting memory fragments and extracting language abilities are also relatively common witchcraft methods!

Unfortunately, Mary seems to have no intention of learning the crude and primitive indigenous language of this plane.

So, the sight of a leader of the trolls, smeared in red and willow green, standing there and roaring loudly, looked to Mary like a gorilla with a thrashing chest.

Intelligent Life......

Phew, they also deserve ......

"Master, this guy seems to have launched an honor challenge......" Wenliel, who had only been promoted to a second-order vampire by virtue of Mary's favor, explained softly.

"Honor Challenge?"

"This is a strange rule in the sacred law of the Troll Realm, and any troll nobleman has the right to challenge their enemies for honor. This challenge is limited to both parties, and no third party is allowed to interfere in it, otherwise it will be considered a challenge to the authority of Quetzalcoatl. ”

"Oh......" Hearing this, Mary became a little interested: "What about victory and defeat?"

"The victor will have everything, and the defeated will become the slave of the other side!"

"It seems that this troll country is also a society that pays attention to the survival of the fittest, and the guy who can occupy a high position must be the strongest individual in the entire group. They like to use force to determine their status, so it is no wonder that their knowledge and civilization system is so weak!"

"Yes, master! This Hessen plane only has primitive and crude hunting skills, and even large-scale planting and breeding have not appeared, so it is no wonder that they cannot support the height of a civilization. Look, there's a Tier 3 troll in the way, should we take a detour in the other direction?"

Mary's beautiful, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was seriously thinking about something.

Finally, she spoke.

"Winriel, you say, if I accept the challenge of this troll, will their Quetzalcoatl project their own power?" When she said this, Mary's eyes had narrowed into a slit, and there was a faint hint of chilling Mori Cold.

"This ...... Master, the trolls are playing the cult of faith. This troll leader's strength has reached the 3rd level, and he must also be a well-known figure in the troll country, and it is also a high probability that he can borrow the power of Quetzalcoatl to a certain extent. Rashly fighting with such an opponent, I am afraid that the situation will be difficult to grasp!"

"Well, sooner or later, we're going to have to fight that guy who pretends to be a fool. Instead of running to its lair to fight, why don't you learn about it here...... Wait here, I'll meet that guy who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

With that, Mary took a leap and turned into a bloody shadow and appeared on the battlefield!