Luke Bach lurks in the snow, and as an Enlukh, he is not used to the cold and humid climate of the Eastern Mountains, but at this moment, he must force himself to be quiet.

The Sea Clan's army is out there, and the invisibility charm may be able to fool their eyes, but not their ears, and besides, Luke knows very well that these Sea Clan breed a kind of canine beast with a keen sense of smell, and if it is discovered, he will be destroyed immediately.

He watched the army of the Sea Clan walk away with a roar, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly let his tense body relax in the snow, and the back pain and numbness of his hands and feet caused by holding one position for a long time made him still moan.

How so?

In retrospect, Luke Bach still feels that the fall of the Wing a few days ago was a complete tragedy.

For several epochs, the Sea Clan had never shown such a strong fighting power as it is now, and after clearing the coastal areas, they were overwhelmed and marched all the way to the Golden City, the pearl of Viloste, where the defense line organized by multiple tribes was easily defeated by the Sea Clan, and then they carried out a violent purge of the rebellious tribes, and the means were bloodier than the previous rumors of the Golden City.

They seem to be looking for something, though......

Feeling that his body had recovered a lot, Luke slowly stepped back a little, nestled into a small puddle, and after observing vigilantly for a while, he held his left arm with his right hand, endured the pain, pulled out a black bone spur from his lower arm little by little, and then thrust it into the ground.

His forearm was bleeding profusely, melting into the murky snow, and soon the puddle formed a small whirlpool, and the mud at the bottom writhed and gradually formed a rudimentary charm.

The next day, the time for the curse came.

Luke noticed a flash of red light on his body, which appeared from his left arm and spread throughout his body.

"The Sea Clan deserves to die." With an expression of excitement and awareness on his face, and a dagger in his hand, Luke looked up to see fire erupting in the distance of the army.

He began to run in the opposite direction, and on the way he saw one companion after another peeking out of the snow and water, without communicating with each other, running in silence, far faster than the humans of Villeste could reach.

"The war has been going on for two years, and these Sea Tribes have pulled the battle line from the Dead Sea to the western part of the Olgebe Mountains, and no matter how powerful they are, the Sea Tribe's supply system cannot withstand such pressure."

"Trying to avoid their armies, attacking the supply lines in the rear, constantly attrition, these sea tribes are untenable in Veloste! We will definitely win in the end. ”

Golden City made this remark some time ago after inviting many tribal leaders, which also represented that Golden City officially started a war against the alien Sea Clan.

……

The Black Wing troops soon discovered the anomalies of the war, the troops suffered several high-intensity attacks, a large number of supply units were killed, traces of enemy activity appeared in the rear, and even the stronghold was lost.

Gallon, as the commander of the troops, attached great importance to it, and by analyzing the information obtained from the intelligence, he determined that it was an organized strategic plan, and that this time the enemy had appeared supernatural forces.

Trying to capture a well-trained, well-defended Blackwing stronghold is not something that a few dozens, or hundreds of Vellostan natives, can do.

The military camp entered a state of emergency alert, the Black Wing army was of superior quality and had rich experience in dealing with supernatural forces, after all, in Eladia, the Black Wing clan itself belonged to the category of supernatural monsters, and Garon quickly came up with various plans to deal with this kind of force, and quickly stabilized his position.

"It's the hunting force of the Golden City." That night, Ottomo took the latest information he had investigated, and said to Garon, who was entrenched in the open air, with a serious face: "Your Highness, the Golden City has joined the war. According to our natives who owe allegiance, this army is the Divine Blessing of the Golden City against a powerful alien organization. ”

"It's just that I understand the rules of Veloster and know how to use some supernatural powers, God Bless Troops, heh......" Garon bared his teeth and pulled a sarcastic smile: "If this continent can work magic, then we are gods." ”

Although his attitude was full of contempt, Garon was still quite cautious when it came to the specific combat deployment, and he asked, "How strong are these guys?" ”

"According to the natives, for every hundred Vellustrians, there will be one warrior who can withstand the blessings of the gods, and according to our research, their strength is not inferior to that of an adult canine demon, and their combat effectiveness may be even stronger." Commander Ottomo said.

"Contact the island base, increase the strength of the supply force, and send more defenses to the stronghold." Garon thought for a moment and decided: "We continue to advance. ”

"The stronger these natives resist and the more they try to stop us, the more fearful they are." Garon continued: "Small wins and losses have little effect on the overall course of the war, and on the front, no matter how hard these natives try, they will not be able to hold back the torrent of steel – unless the tanks run out of energy. ”

Garon had full trust in the steel troops of the Black Wing Empire, and if he could push flat, he must push flat, but at this moment, a black-clad and armored lizard man rushed directly in front of him, and he couldn't wait to report and salute: "Your Royal Highness, something has happened!" ”

"What?" Commander Otomo stood abruptly.

The lizardman sweated profusely and said in a hoarse voice, "Curse! Both the Orcs and the Goblin have been cursed, unconscious and trembling, and the Blackshirt has suffered a similar curse, and the priests and spellcasters have no ability to dispel them. ”

Ottamo took a step back in surprise and shuddered: "Is it a curse, or is it poison or blight?" ”

The lizardman squirmed his lips and didn't speak.

Originally, Eladia did not have the concept of epidemics, but now after the popularization of the Black Wing Empire, some humans have gradually absorbed this knowledge, but the monster with a low IQ of the lizard, it does not know what the difference is between the three, and just truthfully describes the situation.

"Don't panic." Garon didn't move, and didn't even get up: "Bring a case in and I'll take a look." ”

Soon, a goblin under a "curse" is brought in, along with several spellcasters, priests, and a new class in the Northlands, the Witch Doctor.

"What did you find, what do you say?" Garon looked down at the goblin with a pained expression and a twitch all over.

"According to our judgment...... "the witch doctor said," it should be some kind of poison that has not yet been discovered. ”

"Where did the poison come from?" Garon asked, in Eladia, poisoning the troops is a very inferior method, because it will be easily healed and dispersed by spellcasters and priests, but it is indeed feasible to implement it in Veloster, and Garon has also considered this, and has been prepared, the surrendered indigenous tribes will never be able to come into contact with the food of the Black Wing Clan, and the possibility of the empire's own people poisoning is too low and too low.

"In the food." "There were several logistics units that came back with supplies after being attacked by the natives, but there were problems with food and water. ”

"Poisoning in battle, how can the natives do that?"

"The natives lurking behind us are able to assist with a supernatural force known as the Blood Curse. Ottomo explained.

"Because of the shortage of food, the army did not pay much attention to the supplies that could be safely sent back, and the poisoned people were all ethnic groups that had eaten a lot today, and now more than 20 have died, all of them goblins." The lizardmen report aside.

"How many ethnic poisonings are there?" Garon asked.

"About four thousand, mainly goblins and humans, there are also some orcs, and the dog demons and flying dragons are just showing physical discomfort." The lizardmen returned.

"Transferring the poisoned ethnicity, the witch doctors went to study the antidote. War lizard, you help me wake up His Highness Blackthea. "Inform the camps and get the troops ready for battle." ”

"Your Highness?" Watching the waiter's black shirt leave quickly, Ottamo asked puzzledly: "There is no warning from our sentry. ”

"Now that you've thought of poisoning, do you think the enemy won't have a plan to go further?" Garon looked at him with a forest of eyes, "Don't underestimate your opponent too much, the fact that the development of the civilization of Vylluster is not high, it does not mean that they are intellectually inferior." ”