There is no god of magic in this world, maybe there was, but with the appearance of the witch kings, the spellcasters of the whole world only know the witch king, and there is no belief in the god of magic.

But now, as the spellcasters of the New World are seduced by Tzeentch, a new wizarding god is growing.

The Witch King Li Dan is investigating the Magic God incident, but the entire New World has gradually seen a separation between the upper and lower classes.

Abraham. Lincoln had dealt with more Chaos Erosion events in the last three days than he had led the rebels in the past three years, and the entire New World's spellcaster system was built on the absolute authority of the Witch King.

And now, the system has collapsed, and Abraham feels that the witch kings are so arrogant that they don't even bother to hide their goals.

With countless spellcasters secretly working on their plans, who knows how many mages have collected books and materials related to psionic and chaos over the past few hundred years? Keeping anything with words and patterns is almost the instinct of the caster.

"The inhabitants of a small town near the sea grew gills overnight, and the children were so badly mutated that they even developed webbing between their fingers." Celestein picked up a report next to Abraham: "It looks like it's our job. ”

"Will the nuns take over?" Abraham continued to flip through the other documents without raising his head: "My people can't enter your territory, and you know what they will do if they have the opportunity, and the mages in the vicinity are the biggest suspects in this matter, the Templars don't dare to interfere in the affairs of the mage master, and the slave soldiers are also in the hands of the mages there." ”

"Someone is starting to get sick and start experimenting with the little tricks of the evil gods?" The Witch King Li Dan appeared in Issinger with a flash of light, accompanied by a breath of evil energy, he had just cleared out a small group that worshiped the god of wizards.

The Witch Kings did not expect the New World to collapse so quickly, and the spellcasters were hardly willing to delay for even a second, and immediately began their own small calculations after hearing that the Witch Kings were ready to leave.

The order of the New World is collapsing, and the Old World is not living in peace.

However, unlike the previous battle of the Maginot Line, this time the disaster did not first hit the Europa Empire, and a deadly plague called the Plague of Flowers broke out in Paris.

At first, the Lower Gaul patrols spotted a group of refugees running out of Paris, who were crying out madly: "The trees eat people!" ”

The guards turned a deaf ear to the words of these madmen, and they were given a death order to put to death all those who escaped from the city of Paris, whether living or monsters, either potential cults of chaos or mobs who had previously participated in the revolution.

The guards scrupulously carried out their orders and hanged the mob from the trees, but when they returned from patrol again, they found that all the bodies of the hanged in the trees had melted into the trees themselves, and the trees were coming at them with the viciousness of their spirits.

The Plague of Flowers, Nurgle's new gadget.

The Torchwood and the harpists finally figured out what they were up with before they were done playing all of Lower Gaul, and in the words of the biochemists in the Torchwood Order, the plague combined the genetic traits of both animals and plants, and only the greenskins in nature could match them.

The plague was first called the Plague of Flowers by the Gauls, because it was spring, and when hundreds of infected people besieged the castle, they looked down from the walls as if they were looking down at a garden, and hundreds of different flowers bloomed on the dead people.

When the plague first spread, romantic Gallic knights and noblewomen, and even some people took the initiative to contract the plague and plant their favorite flowers in themselves.

Catherine didn't know how to describe such behavior, except that they were either insane, or they had already believed in Nurgle.

Anyway, the plague of flowers has basically completely destroyed Lower Gaul by now, and countless infected people, countless refugees, nobles and knights have suffered heavy losses, but no one dares to lend a hand.

A few days ago several unmanned ships drifted to the coastline of the Duchy of Sarion, and the passengers on board have become one with the ship itself, and the ships of Lower Gaul are not the same as the ships of Europa, which are mainly made of wood.

When the plague of flowers spread, the people fused with the wood fibers, and the scene on those ships was horrible, and a few Sarion soldiers who dared to go in and inspect came out half crazy.

Had it not been for the knight who led the support later or was a harpist's shadow, isolating the previous group of soldiers on the spot, and mobilizing musketeers and cannons from the castle to force them not to leave the camp, Sarion would have witnessed the blooming of a hundred flowers.

There is no cure for the plague of flowers, and only fire can free those who are infected.

His Majesty Reinhardt, under pressure from several large conglomerates, forced the passage of the Thermal Oil Sales Act, requiring the factories in the Europa Empire to operate at full capacity and supply unlimited quantities of thermal oil to other indigenous countries at a price only 10% above the cost price.

Along the border of Lower Gaul, the aborigines cut down trees in large numbers, chopped them with axes, burned them with fire, and the smoke billowed to obscure the sky and the sun.

Anyone who has seen the horrors of the Hundred Flowers Plague understands that they would rather be burned and choked to death than be in a vegetative state.

This is the power of Nurgle, and when it does not want to confront it head-on, even if it is a legendary powerhouse, it is impossible to start in the face of a widespread plague.

The Duchy of Sarion has always been a traditional power in the Old World, although the royal family of Sarion has always had little ambition and succumbed to the majesty of the Lion Castle, but because of the existence of the Lion Knights, and because of its proximity to the ancient Roman Empire, the knights of the Duchy of Sarion are brave and skilled in war, and the metallurgical skills are so high that even ordinary soldiers can be equipped with iron armor.

But they could not stop the spread of the plague of flowers.

From the beginning, the Plague of Flowers was targeted by the Duchy of Sarion, or the Roman Empire, or, more specifically, the Tower of Babel.

The border between Lower Gaul and the Duchy of Sarion had been cleared except for a barren area a few kilometers wide, where the border guards had cut down and burned all the plants there, and as a precaution, they had dumped orange potions made by the Europa people in the soil, which was said to be deprived of vegetation for hundreds of years.

But when the infected of the Plague of Flowers appeared, the border guards knew that everything they were doing was insignificant.

It was a forest, a sea of trees.