As the night darkens, the white moonlight pours on the plains, swaying a little bit of waves, breaking the original tranquility.

Staring at the departing figure of Abda, Bishop Isda smiled slightly, a little cold, a little terrifying.

Spell detection?

Sorry, he's just using his magic energy to cover his palm, creating an illusion.

As for whether Abuda was infected by the plague.

Asylum with a badge of wealth.

Maybe... Possible.. Didn't you?

But in a few days, who knows?

With a wave of his hand, a faint spatial fluctuation appeared and dissipated, this was the forbidden magic circle he had set up around him in advance, just in case.

At least the previous spell release did not attract the attention of others.

Isda turned to look at the brightly lit camp not far away, and a gentle smile appeared on her face again.

"Plague, faith, Valoran Collar."

"I'm curious about why I hate the spread of faith so much, and ........."

The black robe covered her figure, and Isda took a stride, taking advantage of the drowsy night, and quietly left.

The moonlight fell, and a shadow faded into obscurity, and then vanished.

"The shadows are watching you, the ignorant!"

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

The next day.

The crimson glow broke free from the sky and fell on the plain, cutting through the silent camp.

Perhaps it was yesterday's death that caused the lively atmosphere of this dilapidated camp to be not very high, and there was also a reason why it was built in a hurry.

Most of them are trade caravans who are strangers to each other, and the wandering mercenaries who stay in Silverpine Province all year round will talk occasionally, but they are also casual chatter.

They sense something is wrong, but they can't find it.

If nothing goes wrong here, the mercenaries will be the first to leave Silverpine.

If you can't get a job here, it won't be like that anywhere else, right? The kingdom of Stoke is so big, there is always a place to stay.

And the words that suddenly flowed out of the morning light made many wandering mercenaries realize the seriousness of the matter.

There is a plague spreading in the ranks.

No, not just the team, it's probably the entire western part of Silver Pine Province.

Otherwise, the Valoran Leader will not be in a tight position, and even only allowed to go out, not allowed to enter.

As the rumors spread, more and more people learned the truth of the matter, and panic and despair appeared inside the dilapidated camp.

Countless people hurriedly packed up their salutes, and even worse, rushed directly towards the camp not far away, hoping to enter the Valoran territory.

But the cold blades on the city wall shattered his inner thoughts.

There are reluctant ones who want to keep going, and then, the whimper that tears through the air tells them the hard truth.

The trembling tail of the arrow, the spilled blood, and the figure kneeling on the ground formed a cold and heartfelt picture.

There are also calm people who want to stop the chaos in the ruined camps, telling the falsehood of plague rumors.

Only, when the facts of yesterday dusk reappeared in front of us.

The mercenaries and retinues whose skin was festering and there were dark green pustules emerging from their bodies died uncontrollably.

They fell to the ground and wailed frantically, the sound of pain was terrifying, the green pustules were scratched, the earthy yellow liquid flowed, and the foul smell spread through the air.

Everything becomes an irrevocable situation!

People spontaneously leave those infected with the plague, even if they were their best friends until then.

In the face of death, they make a choice.

Several caravans left the dilapidated camp one after another, hurrying away with their [normal] retinues, coolies, and hired mercenaries.

The blind obedience of human beings is vividly displayed at such times.

Most of the people chose to leave, choosing to take a detour, since Valoran was not allowed to enter, what about the other provinces of the kingdom? Edalas City?

Disaster is spreading!

Or rather, the calamity has already spread!

Before Modrian knew the news, it had already begun to spread out of the province of Blackwood.

It's just that the traffic is restricted, and the news of the plague has not yet reached the final outbreak.

And the departure of these people is to exacerbate the arrival of the result in advance.

"Hehe, have you started?" In the corner of the camp, Abda looked at the dilapidated camp where chaos was coming at the moment, and his expression was cold.

As if remembering something, he looked down at the golden badge on his chest, and the vague goddess wearing the golden crown was faintly visible.

It's hideous, it's terrifying, it's devouring human blood!

"Goddess of Wealth, for faith? For the believers? Abda's eyes were filled with malice.

The contract has been made, and it is in the name of the goddess of wealth, so Bishop Isda will not take the initiative to break it.

"And I, hehe!"

"Since I've been infected with the plague, how can you get better?" Abuda's feet trampled on the corpse on the ground, green pustules were scratched, and an earthy yellow liquid flowed.

Ignoring the stench as much as possible, he reached out and grabbed the shattered pustule and said in a cold voice, "Do you need a temple to dispel it?" I really hope that's true! ”

Then he looked at the trembling people of the ruined camp, their bodies trembling and their expressions of despair.

Faced with the riotous environment, these poor people curled up and tried not to attract attention.

Some people have been killed for no reason, and the bright red blood stimulates their fragile nerves, knowing that they were just ordinary people before, not some villains.

"Temple of Fortune, Valoran, I'll let you try the plague!" Abda looked out at the stone camp not far away, the place where hope had been placed.

"Hey, you say, huh?"

Turning his head to look at the poor group, a crazy smile on his face.

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

The chaos of the dilapidated camp caught the attention of the Noxian cavalry in the improvised camp, and the subsequent order to kill was given by Darius, his gray and white hair scattered over his shoulders, and his indifferent eyes were resolute.

"Darius, how's it going?" Modrian rubbed his brow slightly, the plague was taking most of his energy.

"There is unknown confusion happening, and the specific situation is unknown." Darius said in a deep voice.

"Oh, Temple of Wealth, a group of people who do wolf-hearted things for the sake of spreading faith." Modrian's expression was indifferent.

He found out something interesting last night and told him.

About the Temple of Fortune, about Bishop Isda.

Looking down at the temple priest who was starting to get busy at the city gate, Modrian didn't tear his face rashly, he still needed the help of the Temple of Fortune.

The morality of his previous life has gradually become untenable, and all he can do is follow his own nature and heart.

But now, news of the plague does not need to be blocked.

Maybe soon, there will be news in Valoran's territory.

"How's Xiaoju's preparation?" Modrian whispered.

"It's almost there, and she's planted a lot of Ion's seeds, which sprout and grow into a dense jungle." Teemo stepped forward to report, his plush face looking serious.

During this time, the repaired main ship scout team assisted Xiaoju along the isolation line and planted many seeds.

Although it is not as effective as the one planted by Ion's own hands, it is not bad, and can be used as a line of defense, which can dispel the plague of minor infections.

"Then, issue a notice and announce the spread of the plague!"

"All towns and villages should do a good job of security, and in addition, in any situation, every garrison officer will seek to take it by himself, even if it is a mistake, do not let go of the threat!"

"Yes!" The sound of the robbery came from within the shadows.

The scorching sun shone on the camp, on the plains, on the chaotic and dilapidated camp not far away.

Modrian stood quietly, his majestic face showing no emotion.

Bowing his head slightly, watching the priests of the Temple of Fortune slowly assemble, Isda's figure also appeared on the city wall, with a gentle smile on his face, a little dazzling.