The Bishui River is a small river that must be passed on the way from Boulder Fort to Zanga Marsh, and is named because of its green water and clear waves.

At this moment, six brigades of blood-toothed wolf cavalry were bustling together on the north bank of this river, which was neither wide nor deep, and they did not cross the river for a long time. Because after the blood-toothed wolf cavalry reached the Bishui River after a rapid march, both the cavalry and the wolves were already dry. The wolf cavalry carried water bags with them, and they could quench their thirst by drinking the cold water in the drinking bags, but the wolves could only quench their thirst by drinking the water from the blue water river, and they never thought about it.

In the history of warfare on the mainland, it is not uncommon for the army to pass through wells, rivers, and even lakes that poison drinking water sources, so before letting the wolf drink the water of the Bishui River, out of careful consideration, the shaman in the blood-toothed wolf cavalry team carefully checked the water quality of the Jasper River, and finally came to the conclusion that the water quality was unharmed and could be safely drunk by the wolf.

But then all the wolves who drank the water of the Bishui River showed signs of poisoning with weakness and diarrhea without exception. By the time something was wrong, more than two-thirds of the wolves in the team had drunk the river.

Fortunately, the toxins in the river water are not deadly poisons, but only laxatives that can make people or animals have diarrhea.

"Matthew, what you want to tell me is that the entire river of clear water has been artificially administered laxatives? How much laxatives will be needed?" said Benson, the co-captain of the Fourth Wing, angrily at a young kobold in a shaman's robe.

Matthew is a shaman with the Fourth Wing, and he has just turned twenty-one years old this year, but he already has a sixth-level magic cultivation, which can be described as young and promising. He was born into a small kobold tribe in the central Carmen Mountains of the Beamon Empire, the only son of a shaman.

Matthew studied magic with his father at an early age, and when he was thirteen years old, the Temple of Tampas selected shaman apprentices throughout the empire, so Matthew left the tribe in the mountains and went to Amber City, the capital of Hesse, to participate in the selection, and eventually became one of the three shamans recommended by Hesse to practice at the Temple of Tampas. Ten years later, Matthew ended his training in the Temple of Tampas and entered the Imperial League, where he gradually rose to prominence.

Matthew was stationed in the Fourth Wing by the Temple of Tampas when the Blood Fang Cavalry Regiment was heading north, replacing another wolf shaman who was also a sixth-level wolf shaman originally stationed in the Fourth Wing, and became one of the two accompanying shamans of the Fourth Wing.

Benson was very resistant to Matthew's arrival from the start. First of all, Matthew is a kobold, and in the Beamon Empire, many kobold tribes exist as vassal tribes of the werewolf tribe, and werewolves have a natural sense of superiority when facing kobolds. Therefore, for a kobold to come to an elite werewolf legion like the Bloodtooth Cavalry Regiment as a shaman, especially when he came to his own wing, Benson felt a little unbearable.

Secondly, although Matthew and the replaced wolf shaman were both sixth-level cultivators, the young Matthew had never been on the battlefield before, while the wolf shaman who was in the prime of life was very experienced in the battlefield. In such a pivotal position as a shaman, Benson certainly didn't want a newcomer to take on the role. Still, yes

The decision made on the temple's side, not to mention Benson, even Legion Commander Fingleton was powerless to oppose. Benson found Fingleton and complained, and after Fingleton gently reassured him, Benson had to accept the fact that Matthew was the shaman of his wing.

After coming to the northern grasslands, Matthew's performance was decent, and his performance in the battle with the mercenaries under the Boulder Fort was also remarkable. Benson, however, disagreed. Because in that battle, there was only one mage on the mercenary coalition's side, the leader of the Ice Storm Mercenary Regiment, Diff Plov. On the orc side, there are as many as five shamans, in addition to the four accompanying shamans of the first and fourth wings, there is also a great shaman from the Temple of Tampas, Quentin Usa, who came to the northern grasslands with the Blood Fang Cavalry Regiment this time.

The shaman among the orcs can only be called a great shaman after cultivating his magic power to the ninth level. And the great shaman who can enter the Great Shaman of the Temple of Tampas is the best of them. They all have a glimmer of hope of breaking through the Holy Rank in terms of strength, and they are the top talents who have been cultivated by the Temple of Tampas as candidates for the Holy Shaman.

In the face of such a figure, Devian dared to compete with magic, not to mention that there were four other shamans on the sidelines. Therefore, in that battle, Diff had been hiding behind the mercenary coalition, not daring to cast magic at all, so as not to be set on fire by the opposing shaman due to the exposure of his target. The five shamans, including Quentin, were not restrained by the enemy magicians, so they used all kinds of magic on the battlefield and killed all sides. In this battle, the reason why the battle loss ratio between the mercenary coalition and the blood-toothed wolf cavalry was so huge was that the roles played by the magicians and shamans in the two formations were too disparity, and it also had a lot to do with it.

Benson doesn't think Matthew's performance in the battle under Boulder Castle is impressive, and thinks that it is mainly due to the work of Grand Shaman Quentin. Now the Grand Shaman of Quentin is located in the Boulder Castle, and the two shamans of the first wing followed the three brigades of the company to the Redstone Mountains, and the other shaman of his own wing was temporarily transferred to the Wind Crack Castle by the cavalry regiment in order to strengthen the garrison of the Wind Crack Castle because of the conflict between the garrison of the Wind Crack Castle and the elemental creatures of the Wind Crack Canyon half a month ago. Now when Matthew is the sole leader, there is a serious mistake, how can Benson not be angry?

Matthew wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead with the palm of his hand, and said, "Lord Benson, the entire clear water river is polluted by laxatives, and someone has used the effect of magic. ”

"Magic?" asked Benson, glaring and angry.

"Yes!" Matthew nodded, "I later carefully examined the river water again, and found that there are faint magical fluctuations in the water elements that make up the river water, someone must have sprinkled the laxative into the river water, and then magnified the medicinal properties of the laxative hundreds or thousands of times with magic, so that every drop of river water in the blue water river now contains laxative ingredients!"

After listening to Matthew's explanation, Benson frowned and said, "Although this blue water river is not big, if it pollutes the entire river, I am afraid that the magic requirements of the magician are not low, right?"

"Yes, unless someone with the magic of Grand Shaman Quentin can!" said Matthew.

Benson's brows furrowed even deeper: "The mage among the mercenaries is said to be a seventh-level ice mage, since he doesn't have the ability to pollute the entire blue water river, could it be that there is a much more powerful mage among the mercenaries?"

"Not necessarily!" Matthew said another possibility: "Scroll! If that magician has a high-level magic scroll in his hand that can greatly expand the extension of the medicine, then he can also pollute the entire river of clear water with this scroll!"

After listening to Matthew's analysis and sorting out the matter, Benson asked with a slightly pale face, "Matthew, can you recover the wolf in the wing who drank the river water?"

Matthew smiled bitterly: "Laxatives are not highly toxic poisons, and I can indeed expel the medicinal properties of laxatives from the wolf's body with a detoxification treatment spell." But with my current level of mana, it would take me ten days and a half months to recover more than 2,000 wolves. Unless Grand Shaman Quentin is here, he can cast a poison exorcism healing spell to make so many wolves recover in a short period of time. ”

Benson is also a decisive person, and after hearing Matthew's words, he immediately made a decision: "In that case, Matthew, don't waste your magic here, and the magicians in the mercenaries will have to rely on you to deal with it." With that, Benson slashed his throat and roared loudly at the blood-toothed wolf cavalry waiting for orders on the bank of the river, "The wolf is all right, immediately cross the river with me, and rush to the Zangar swamp first." The rest of you, run me to the Zangar Swamp on two legs!"

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"What do you say, Diff, that you've turned the Blue River into a river full of laxatives?" Jays asked outside the Zangar swamp with a shocked look on his face.

"Not bad!" Def nodded triumphantly.

"Div, it's not that we don't believe you. But with your level of magic, can you really cast such a wide range of magic that can cover a river?" asked Jean with suspicion.

Diff smiled darkly and said, "If I were alone, I would definitely not have this ability." But with the help of the magic scroll, it's different! A few days ago, I purchased a level 9 'potion amplification' magic scroll from the Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Group. This level 9 'Elixir Amplification' scroll can extend the medicinal properties of ordinary potions by thousands of times. So I poured a bottle of laxative into the river and opened the scroll. Originally, I wanted to use the magic effects of the scroll on poison, but I was worried that the shaman in the orc army would easily detect it, so I switched to laxatives. It's a pity that this ninth-level scroll is a bit overkill. ”

"Haha, Div, you're not overkill! As long as the wolves of the werewolf reinforcements drank the water of the river that you had drugged on the banks of the Clear Water, then they would not have been able to reach the Zangar Swamp in time. Even if someone can get in time, there won't be too many of them, and we'll be able to fight!" Celt laughed.

"This Red Flame Fire Dragon Mercenary Group doesn't know where it came from. It's only been a few years since it was founded, but now it's the largest mercenary group on the grassland!" Jean suddenly sighed.

"Yes, the Red Flame Fire Dragon's guy doesn't seem to be short of money and equipment, his grandmother's, the armor of any hoplite in their regiment is as good as this plate armor on me!

"Alright, let's not be jealous of others, now the Red Flame Fire Dragon has already conquered Riptide Castle. If we want to compete with the Red Flame Fire Dragon, we will wait for the opportunity to defeat the Boulder Fort first!" Jays snorted.