The chaos continues, and death spreads.

Beneath the walls of the improvised camp, the Trefalis legionnaires stood with their crimson armor reflecting the white moonlight, their cold, bloodthirsty eyes staring at the flaming camp in the distance, their dark shields standing in front of them, and their sharp heavy cavalry spears flickering coldly.

"My lord, what's going on?" Bishop Ista of the Temple of Fortune appeared on the wide wall, and the smile on his face disappeared, mostly solemn.

He was also aware of the subtle energy fluctuations before, but considering that this was the area of the Valoran Domain, he was silently waiting for news in the room, but he didn't want to see the red fire rising into the sky in the night, so he knew that things were not simple, and hurried over.

Modrian looked back at the bishop of the Temple of Fortune, the guard in his eyes flashed, and he said softly: "Bishop Isda, don't worry too much, it's just another riot, Valoran will deal with it quickly." ”

Sorting out the messy pale golden robes, Isda looked at the figures behind Modrian, her eyes shrank imperceptibly, and then said with a light smile: "After all, the Valoran Leader is an ally with the Temple of Wealth, since I don't need the help of the Temple of Wealth, then I will retire!" ”

After saluting respectfully, Isda immediately turned around and left the walled wall, in the shadows where the moonlight could not fall, the smile on his face dispersed, full of gloom, he saw from this plague incident that Valoran's vigilance against the Temple of Fortune was unexpectedly too strong, and it seemed that he wanted to feedback Valoran's attitude to the temple leaders behind him.

Watching Isda's disappearing figure, Modrian knew that the cooperation with the Temple of Fortune might enter the freezing point in the future, but there was no way, the existence of the system must not be exposed, instead of passive contact, it was better to actively isolate the contact, and it would also make the other party slightly jealous, at least the Temple of Fortune did not know what forces were behind the Valoran Domain, or rather, whether there was support from other forces.

And the troublesome things in front of me are not over yet, I thought that with the potion made by Sinjid, it could solve the situation of the plague, but I didn't want to, just a cup of tea, things became more and more complicated.

Looking at the plague infected people in the camp not far away, Morrian was inexplicably worried, not worried about the plague infected people in the camp, there were only tens of thousands of people, most of them were ordinary people in their lifetimes, and they were not worth mentioning to Valoran Lord.

He was worried about the area west of Valoran's Territory, which contained the city of Edalas and the Gate of Sorrow, a city that was home to hundreds of thousands of people, and if the plague of restlessness could not be controlled, not only would they be affected by the destruction, but Valoran's Territory would also inevitably fall into the onslaught of the plague.

Thundered! Thundered! Thundered!

Under the dark night, the green plain was trembling slightly, and countless roars poured out thousands of plague-infected people in the camp that trembled with dim starlight and light green mist, with no reason in their crazy eyes, and their limbs and bodies stained with a little blood, like ugly demons in the abyss, constantly rushing towards the stone camp.

"Virus? Pestilence? It's really like a zombie from a movie in a previous life! Modrian looked at the plague-infected people running in the moonlight, and recalled in his mind the many zombie movies he had watched in his previous life, and compared to the zombies, these plague-infected people were obviously much faster.

He had some doubts in his heart about what the plague was like, according to the books, ordinary plagues could be purified and dispelled by spellcasters and temple priests, but this time the plague was different, and even casting a purification and dispelling spell would exacerbate the plague infection.

"Let's get started!" Modrian turned to look at Darius beside him, and said softly, he didn't want this group of people to lose their minds to enter Valoran's territory.

"Wait, my lord, I want to collect some data, I'm a little interested in the plague." Singid said suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his nervous numb face, and then saw Modrian's hesitant expression, and bowed slightly. "Don't worry, these monsters who have lost their minds can't hurt me!"

Since Singid said so, Modrian couldn't stop it, nodded in permission, and then motioned to Darius and the others to pay more attention to the situation on the plain outside.

Bang!

Sinjid jumped straight down the city wall, splashing a little dust, he touched his smooth head, and turned his head to look at the Tryfali legionnaire in front of him, with a kind 'cold' expression.

"It's almost time!" Sinjid ran slowly, his right hand twisting the valve of the huge glass vial behind him, and the turbulent air currents caused his pace to increase suddenly.

[Poisonous Rush]!

[Toxic Charge: Sinjid uses the backward airflow released by the glass vial behind him to gain an explosive movement speed bonus.] 】

"Cluck, cluck, shake, or not, that's a question! But that doesn't stop the killing from beginting! Sinjid revealed the silly side of his personality, an emerald green poisonous mist rising behind him.

[Toxic Traces]!

[Poisonous Trail: When activated, Sinjid leaves a trail of poison behind him, inflicting great toxic damage to enemies passing by.] 】

Trampling the plains, Sinjid was like a heavy-hinged truck running at breakneck speed against a restless plague-infected army, his shield raised.

Rumble!

In the vast plague tide, Sinjid's figure at first caused only a little ripple, with a shield swing and smashing the plague infected in front of him, or a strong shoulder dash that shattered the enemy's body, but the splattered blood caused a killing in his body**.

To survive in the gloomy city of Zuan, and to achieve great fame, alchemist Sinjid's strength is a force to be reckoned with.

Then, Sinjid's neurotic side erupted in the tide of the plague, and the poisonous mist gradually diffused with his running speed, devouring the lives of those infected by the plague, the only remaining vitality after being infected by the plague.

【Strong adhesive】!

[Strong Adhesive: Sinjid leaves an adhesive area on the ground, which lasts for a period of time, and the enemy in the slowdown area, if the target's strength cannot break free immediately, will be firmly pasted in the adhesive and imprisoned in place. 】

"Don't try to run away, keep playing!" Sinjid looked at some of the plague-infected in the area on the left as they approached the camp, a maniacal smile appeared on his face, and then a milky white liquid erupted from the mezzanine beneath the glass vial he was carrying, spilling onto the road behind him.

A large number of plague-infected people walked on the strong glue and were immediately imprisoned in place, slowly falling down in the poisonous mist, completely losing their lives.

Sinjid walked as he stood, exploding in the backward air currents released by the glass vial, catching up with the plague-infected at the front of the left section, and behind him were corpses with a mixture of pustules and poisonous mist.