The scorching sun is slightly slanting westward, and the subtle warm sunlight sprinkles on the simple camp, bringing a little comfortable atmosphere.

Istda's figure disappeared into the city walls, and he needed to arrange for the arrival of the Temple of Fortune to assist the Noxian cavalry in guarding the city gates.

After the baptism of life, the main ship scout team also began to slowly enter the interior of the camp to repair, and there was still a time when these yodelers were needed.

"Did the reconnaissance in the Blackwood Province gain anything?" Modrian looked at Teemo with a solemn expression in front of him and asked.

Teemo seems to be amiable and charming in normal life, and it is only when he encounters important things or during missions that he reins in his personality and becomes serious.

After sorting out his emotions, Timo spoke softly and told what Kuroki and his party had seen and heard.

Desolate plains, dilapidated villages, desperate gnolls and lizardmen, and disorganized wanderers.

and the pale green mist that hangs over towns and cities in Kuroki Province and drifts in the wind.

The smell of rancidity, the earthy brown pustules, the horrible plague of death.

And Teemo's greatest concern was the rotting jackdaws infected with the plague.

Jackdaws soaring through the sky are scattered throughout most of the northern lands of the kingdom, and they have no footholds.

"The smell of the plague that borders on substance?" Hearing this, Modrian's expression was slightly heavy.

Judging from the fact that the scout team of the main ship was infected before, the plague that broke out in the Blackwood Province this time was terrible.

And as described in the temporary mission, the plague may have been man-made.

"Noble young master? Dark? ”

Mordrian's brows furrowed, and he called softly: "Tribulation, arrange for the shadowstream to keep an eye on the anomalies in the territory, and I will let the defenders of every town cooperate with you." ”

The lack of intelligence information has led him to have to be on full alert in his territory, which must be done, otherwise the bustling and noisy Valoran Territory will usher in disaster.

"Yes!" The voice echoed in the room, and vanished.

"And rotting jackdaws!"

Modrian knew about the carrion-eating beast that lived in the Northlands, and he still had memories of dealing with jackdaw wolf thieves.

The warm breeze embraced the earth, and he looked up at the blue sky, the golden sunlight filling his vision.

"Jana!"

The whisper passed away with the wind, but in an instant, a sky-blue bluebird emerged from the distant sky, wisps of cyan whirlwind around its wings.

With a flap of its wings, the azure bluebird swooped down and landed in front of Modrian.

"Your Majesty Cana, please inspect the sky of the Valoran Domain, and find any abnormal aura to expel directly." Modrian looked at the blue bird in front of him and said softly, his tone full of solemnity.

"Or destruction!"

"At your disposal!"

A pleasant voice sounded in Modrian's ears, a gentle invisible wind swirled, and the azure bluebird spread its wings again and disappeared into the vast sky.

The problem of the jackdaw is left to Jana, and then the vast mountains behind him are left.

"Crane, please rush back to Lakstak Fortress and report the situation here to His Majesty Svein, he will know how to deal with it." Modrian turned to look at the war stonemason beside him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

The terrain of the Lemmor Mountains is too complex, and it would be the focus of Valoran's territory, and Svein would be the best candidate.

As for the defense line built by the camp behind him, he will be in charge, and it is time to move, and if you stay in the fortress all the time, your body will rust.

"Your will will be carried out!" Crane said respectfully, then immediately turned to leave.

The storm has risen, and the terrible plague that spreads will pose a deadly threat to the land beneath our feet!

......................

Inside the camp, the stone room of the Temple of Fortune.

The golden-white glow of the Patronus spell spilled through the gaps, and a thin diamond-shaped light shield obscured the entire area of the room.

Isda carefully took out the carved array plate from the spatial ring and placed it on the low wooden table in front of him, and then he took out a few white crystals one after another and placed them in the corner of the array plate.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

With the surging of pure white energy, a slight tremor came from the low wooden table, and then a white image appeared above the array disk.

"Greetings to you, Lady Amber!"

"Hmm..... Was there any accident? Contact me so soon? "At the other end of the image is the cardinal archbishop of the Temple of Fortune, His Majesty Amber.

Half-kneeling on the ground, his golden robes scattered across the ground, Isda whispered back to what he had seen and heard, including the anomalies of the plague.

"A strong breath of life? Seed? Golem? ”

"Is it the priest of the Temple of Life? Or is there a legend in Valoran's realm who understands the laws of life? ”

"Hmm, and the plague that can infect transcendent professionals?"

"It seems that this time there will be a lot of trouble!"

A deep voice came from the video, and Isda leaned over quietly, listening to Amber's voice to herself.

"Does Valoran mean to establish a quarantine zone and then hide the news as much as possible?"

"Yes!" Isda said in a deep voice.

"Isn't that good, plague? It's time for faith to spread! ”

"Within five days, information about the spread of the plague in Blackwood Province must be leaked, you should know what to do, right?" Amber spoke in an indifferent tone in the video, and the lives of countless civilians seemed to him to be an inconsequential matter.

"I'll arrange it, please rest assured!"

"May the goddess of wealth bless the devout believers!"

"May the goddess of wealth bless the devout believers!"

The white image dissipated over the array, and inexplicable hymns of praise echoed in the room, sacred and bright.

......................

The pace of the scorching sun season became more and more hurried, the colors of dusk rendered the clouds, and a touch of crimson golden light fell on the plains.

The simple camp has welcomed a lot of people in recent days, mostly trade caravans and wandering mercenaries.

In the face of the proclamation issued by the Valoran Territory, most people still obeyed it.

After a day or two, if the situation does not improve, it will gradually dissipate.

But the benefits are impressive, and some greedy caravans seem to see business opportunities in them, plus there is no explicit prohibition in the announcement.

In the end, some people left Valoran territory one after another and went to the western region of Silverpine Province to seek so-called wealth.

Of course, during this time, many people who had rushed from the city of Edalas or the western region to Valoran were stranded in front of this improvised camp.

Thousands of kilometers away from the city gate, there was a commotion from time to time, gathering merchants in gorgeous robes and mercenary leaders in chain mail, as if they were discussing something, but they could not determine the specific attention.

The sounds of agitation, roaring, and cursing echoed in the dusk sky, and occasionally some people looked at the plain in front of the camp, the plain red with dried blood.

It was left behind by the mercenaries who rashly stormed the camp before!

Remembering the group of Valoran soldiers who were like killing machines, some of the merchant leaders and mercenary leaders were terrified.

Ignoring the begs for mercy of the mercenaries who had lost their combat effectiveness, the cold arrows crossed the spatial distance and harvested fresh lives.

"Gentleman Abda, I heard that your caravan is under the name of the Temple of Fortune, I wonder if you have received any news from your side?" In the gathered crowd, there was a big-bellied caravan leader who said with a smile.

The middle-aged man known as the gentleman of Abda, his face changed slightly, and he immediately returned to normal, and said softly: "The Temple of Fortune doesn't care about a little person like me. ”

"I'm trapped here, like everyone else, just waiting for the ban on Valoran to be lifted."

Abda took a deep look at the caravan leader, who remembered his size, who had a trade dispute in Lafargue City, and who had won the victory in the name of the Temple of Wealth.

Looking around at everyone around him, whether it was because of dusk or something else, Abda always felt that something was wrong, like a deadly danger lurking.

And in the many teams gathered, there is always a foul smell wafting in the air.

It is most obvious during the day, and it is difficult to hide the stench at night.

He secretly made up his mind, and at midnight, he was ready to approach the improvised camp not far away alone.