As North expected, Roderick's arrival officially took over all the forces in the eastern region of the kingdom, in fact, the only remaining forces of the Cocker tribe, and integrated with the elite troops under his command to clean up the place where the plague spread.

Guarded by the legendary crown, all the lizardmen warriors and gnolls regained their former bravery and blood, slaughtering the plague-stricken people.

But as the cleanup progressed, it was getting closer and closer to the place where the plague began, the province of Blackwood.

"Your Majesty, the High Priest, you can see the Kuroki Province beyond the hills in front!"

In the empty pile of rubble, North looked at Roderick, who was wearing a gorgeous red and white robe, and said respectfully, his expression slightly heavy.

"But the plague aura that pervades the current situation has made some elite lizardman warriors unable to support it."

"Then let them back away to a safe distance and build a strong line of defense." Roderick whispered, as the High Priest of the Lizardman Temple, the oracle he received was a little different from the other priests.

"North, you stay, and we'll leave it to you later!"

"Yes, High Priest!" North said with a slight salute, staring at Roderick, Jennansen, and Shudaya, the three legendary crowns disappearing into the pale green plague.

The rank of the lizardman race is extremely strict, even if he has touched a trace of the legendary path, but after all, he has not stepped into it, so he is only a local temple priest, and he has not been promoted to the royal temple, and he can always feel the divine grace of the lizardman god.

"This time, it's time for me to work hard, to enter the legend as soon as possible, for the future of the Cocker tribe, for the path I stick to!" North had an inexplicable premonition that this outbreak of the plague was a bit unusual, not a whim in front of the temple.

Is it because after receiving the oracle, I feel the wrestling between the gods, and the uncertain fate portends something?

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High in the clouds, colorful aurora lights flickered here, and the cold wind tore everything apart, and there was no breath of life.

"Shall we keep up?"

At this moment, a silver-blue adult silver dragon soared high in the sky, blue scales dotted with the sinuous dragon body, its outstretched wings to dispel the cold wind, and its silver-white pupils flashed with terrifying majesty.

"Keep up, Gretta, we need to figure out why there is such a plague outbreak?" Wales said in a deep voice, the silver dragon knight was covered in armor, and a little silver-white light reflected in the colorful aurora, which was slightly abrupt.

The Southern Legion of the Elanfaro Empire is stationed in the Paraucer Hills, and the daily consumption of gold shields is astronomical, once there are not enough records to be handed over to the Imperial Treasury and waiting for their only withdrawal, the Empire will not allow soldiers to be consumed in an unknown plague for no reason.

But these generals and officers have been looking forward to this war for a long time, and they want to make meritorious contributions for themselves and the juniors of the family behind them, instead of ending it so headlessly.

Therefore, after the discussion of the high-level of the Southern Army, Wales came to observe the situation alone, which he originally wanted to refuse, because the lessons of the Lomwall Mountains were still vivid, and he could not withstand the persuasion of those fellows day and night.

The clouds swept by his side, and the Welsh spirit was highly concentrated, and if there was an accident, he could ensure the route of evacuation, and the imprint left by a certain great presence was too deep to blast him out of the space tunnel.

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Valoran collar, simple stone barracks.

It is hard to imagine that the cold wind whistling through the rough stone houses like a tiger's roar, rushing through the cracks of various doors and windows, stabbing the skin, and it is hard to imagine such a cold wind in the season of the scorching sun.

Modrian stood on the rough city walls, his fine blonde hair dancing in the wind, his cold eyes staring at the crimson plain in front of him, listening to the howl of the cold wind and the sound of despair and sorrow.

The dilapidated camp not far away was once again crowded with a large number of people, at least tens of thousands compared to before, all of whom had arrived from the western region of Silver Pine Province.

The number of people is increasing wildly every day, and it is gradually decreasing.

Most of them were forced to come to Valoran after they could not enter the city of Edalas and the Gate of Sorrow, because there had been a reputation for bloody killings here.

The Crimson Plains told the truth, the faint smell of blood wafted through the air, and the poor desperate looked at the detection circle that shimmered with a pale golden light, and the divine aura was permeated.

It was a circle that gave them hope and brought despair, and countless hopefuls entered Valoran's territory, and countless desperate people silently left the camp.

Revolt? Struggle? If it worked, the crimson on the plains would not be so red and black.

Modrian just looked at the desperate man huddled not far away, his expression did not change, perhaps he was used to it, during this time, too miserable pictures appeared in front of him one by one, and then he coldly dismissed it.

Cold-blooded? Perhaps, he needs to be cold-blooded enough to maintain the majesty and responsibility of his lord.

"How's it going over there?" Modrian asked, turning to look at Darius beside him.

There are not many areas bordered by Valoran's territory, and in addition to this main road of the kingdom, there are several small roads that can enter the territory, and Kree leads the Noxian cavalry to take care of those paths.

"The situation is good, no outcasts have entered the territory." Darius replied.

"Then let Kree be careful, don't cause too much killing. If you can, drive the displaced people here to get tested. Modrian said casually, then raised his head slightly, looking at the cyan breeze circulating in the sky, forming a substantial guardian air flow, shielding the subtle pale green air flow.

The plague is getting worse and worse, mainly because too many people are infected with it. It is said that both the city of Edalas and the Gate of Sorrows are learning from the Valoran Territory, establishing quarantine areas, pretending to detect plague infections, and those who violate them will not be spared.

"Darius, Kenan, come with me." As if he remembered something, Modrian turned and walked towards the outside of the camp, but not in the direction of the ruined camp, but in the direction of the interior of Valoran's territory.

【Ding....... Successfully hold the Valoran Territory against the plague! 】

[Temporary Mission: The Plague Spreads, Death Is Imminent, Successfully Completed!] 】

【Reward: Random Hero Card*1!】 】

[Evaluation: This is a mission to test the Valoran Territory, not bad, the host at least has full control of his territory, and resists a strange calamity.] 】

As he wakes up from the morning light, Modrian receives a system prompt that a temporary mission has been completed, and the reward for the task can provide a little relief to the cold-blooded state he has maintained at all times.

Click! Click!

Modrian and his party rode their horses out of the camp, and he sat in the saddle and skillfully steered the horses, a card engraved with a dark green pattern dancing at his fingertips.

Looking at the pattern, it seems to be related to the plague, and the hollow card is decorated with a few green gems on the edges, but with some metallic luster.

Is it as guessed............