Forsbello Fortress, ruined walled watchtower.

Dried blood was carved into the surface of the wall like a scar, and Crabs walked up one step at a time, a slight smile on his rotting face.

Something weird and scary.

Is it pride? Is it pride?

It seemed to see familiar places, especially the red banner soaked in the blood of the defenders, and the plague monster behind him let out an inexplicable roar, splattering saliva.

Syllable! Syllable!

Unheeded by Uncle Marshall's senseless roar, Crabs jumped lightly and took off the flag, with two cracked heads hanging from the top.

He looked down at the unrecognizable head in his arms, and muttered, "Father, Uncle Opa, I have personally stepped on the watchtower to remove your heads, as well as the corpses......"

Immediately, Crabs looked slightly furrowed and frowned in thought.

Remains? Where are their bodies?

Oh, remembered.

The corpses have been eaten.

"Then it's the head alone, I suppose, you should be proud of me, right? Hehe, I've done what I couldn't do before! ”

"You see, the once abominable lizardmen warriors and gnolls have been wiped out by the plague." Crabus pointed to the myriad shadows that loomed in the plague mist.

"Even if they die, I will use their corpses for this cold world."

"Set off the calamity of destruction!"

As if hearing Crabus's declaration, countless low sobs in the fortress converged to disperse the green mist that obscured the sky.

Countless plague corpses from the ruined streets, collapsed rooms, and ruined buildings were revealed, including humans, gnolls, lizardmen, war horses, and livestock, all in and out of the fortress.

Lifeless eyes, mechanical movements, unconscious swallowing, like a living dead being controlled by people.

"I will take you with me to watch the plague spread and perdition come!"

Carefully guarding the two cracked heads, Crabs stepped into the distance, carrying the plague army behind him.

For some reason, he wanted to go to Limontanlu in the Stoke Kingdom first, but there was a voice in his heart that stopped him and changed his original direction.

Next, go to the kingdom of Besilik, to this kingdom of lizardmen!

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

When the news of the spread of the plague could no longer be hidden, the situation of the Stoke Kingdom, the Besilik Kingdom, and the Southern Legion of the Elanfaro Empire, which were deeply affected by the plague, began to become eroded.

Among them, the less affected is the Southern Legion of the Alan Faro Empire, which is a legion system, and when it knows the severity of the plague, it immediately reacts and isolates the soldiers infected with the plague.

First, the legion mage failed to disperse, and then waited for the priest who came to the Ice and Snow Temple, which can be regarded as a soldier who can solve a slight infection, and a soldier who is deeply infected disappears in silence.

However, the long-prepared war plan was stopped by the plague that broke out this time.

The high-level of the Southern Legion did not know the situation of plague infection within the Besilik Kingdom, so they could only conduct tentative reconnaissance while shrinking the defense line to prevent secondary infection.

The situation in the Stoke Kingdom is more complicated, after Valoran's action to isolate the area, the entire kingdom almost completely sealed down the Silverpine Province and the fallen Blackwood Province.

They are left to their own devices, and no one is allowed to leave the provinces of Silverpine and Blackwood and enter the other provinces without detection.

In this regard, Limontanlu was the most severe, and the major aristocratic forces vied with each other to impose martial law, preventing the water from entering the royal capital.

However, the palace of Varrant was silent in this **, revealing a different meaning.

On the other hand, compared to the Stoke Kingdom and the Southern Legion of the Elanfaro Empire, the spread of the plague in the Besilik Kingdom can be described as extremely serious.

The interior of the kingdom is mostly hills, swamps, and jungles, which are entirely prepared for the plague.

Especially in the eastern region, the plague is spreading almost unstoppably, and countless gnolls and lizardmen have been infected with the plague, and the stench fills the air.

Even the elite lizardmen with extraordinary physique can be infected, not to mention those who are old, weak, sick and disabled.

Desperate wails resounded in the hills, hatred rose in the swamp, and inexplicable power began to gradually cover the sky above the kingdom of Besilik.

Coker City.

This great city, which is entirely made of cyan boulders, is undergoing the most helpless and cruel test since its establishment.

The mottled walls have left new sword marks, and the unique scenery of verdant vines has been destroyed, revealing earthy brown walls.

Densely packed, countless lizardman warriors and gnolls crowded under the city, and when you looked closely, the exposed dark green skin was full of pustules, and earthy brown pus flowed down it.

With numb eyes, they looked directly at the boulder city in front of them. The previous desperate counterattack did not have the desired result, and it seemed that from the moment they were infected with the plague, everything was doomed, and even the temple no longer sheltered them.

"The great god of the lizardmen, the Koker tribe sacrifices blood and souls, praying that our lord will watch over the city of Koker!"

Inside the Lizardman Temple, North was prostrate on the gray ground, his strange and mysterious intonation echoing through the empty hall, chanting words of praise over and over again.

In the huge stone pool in front of him, there were more than a dozen ordinary human beings lying quietly, a large hole was torn between their necks, and gurgling blood filled the stone pool in an instant.

The pale and colorless face is like a wood carved clay sculpture, without a trace of waves, only the trembling body tells the fear in his heart.

They were kept as slaves by the Corker tribe for sacrifices, feasts, and community ceremonies.

Buzz! Buzzing!

A mysterious wave descended on the temple, and the stirring aura caused elemental tides to emerge, forming an illusory image.

The majestic and bloodthirsty eyes spread, and a sense of suppressed heaviness came.

However, after a while, he disappeared, and when he returned to his senses again, the Lizardman Temple had long since returned to its original appearance.

The only anomaly was that the blood filled with the stone pool was gone, and even the faces of the humans were iron-blue, as if they had experienced great terror before dying.

"The god of abomination of plague, the evil god hidden in the bottomless abyss!"

North slowly got up, his hideous face covered with exhaustion, and the great lizardman god had just descended on him to tell him the source of the plague and the existence standing behind it.

"Damn, how could a war in the province of Blackwood provoke an evil god?" North walked out of the temple, the warm sunlight shining on his body, lifting his spirits.

He exhaled lightly, and the poisonous color in his eyes gradually became stronger: "And unfortunately, it suddenly broke out after a year." ”

"Hehe, if there is no one behind this, I will cut myself in the Lizardman Temple!"

North thought about the eastern region controlled by the Cocker tribe, which had been completely eroded, and bitter hatred reflected in his golden pupils.