The moment the Sun Elf Army laid down its weapons, Ye Xiaofei turned around and left, disappearing from everyone's field of vision with Sparta and the Dwarven Guard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ux-Lesas-Mols-Para City

Sparta thought that Ye Xiaofei was in a hurry to rush back and clean up the camp of the day elves. However, the team left the valley and sank directly into the jungle to the west, which was the opposite of the starting point.

"Marquis Ye Xiaofei, where is this going?"

"Help!" Ye Xiaofei paused, spit out two words, and said, "Kill!" ”

Minks, the patriarch of the Sun Elves, has moved his camp out of the city of Para, and the whole city is filled with the smell of corpses, and occasionally I can hear of the outbreak of the plague, which makes the Sun Elves avoid it. However, outside the city of Para, patrolling groups of Sun Elves strictly forbade civilians to leave the city, locking everyone inside.

The arrival of a war eagle completely broke Minsk's good mood, and even at the end of summer when the sun was shining, it still couldn't stop the chill that broke out in his heart.

The starting point city to the city of Para is fast, but it is only half a day's foot.

The news of the annihilation of the main force of the Japanese elf army was like a winter thunderstorm, and it took a full ten seconds for Minks to react. Pulling the blood-stained letter in his hand, he couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare not believe it.

"Withdraw—"

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Ye Xiaofei led Sparta through the mountain paths and went straight to Para City, and the dwarven guards were quickly left behind by him, and only a few figures could keep up with his speed.

It takes half a day to ride a horse, and he shuttles through the mountains and forests with his legs, so he has to shorten the general time.

"Ux, Lesas, Morse!" Ye Xiaofei muttered a few names, touched his waist with a faint pain, and it was wet.

"Ye Xiaofei, your waist, the wound has recurred. Must stop bandaging! Spartan Road.

"No," Ye Xiaofei pushed away the kind-hearted Sparta and said, "Minks, this scum, can do anything, he will definitely run, and he will definitely kill a few legion commanders who have no use value." It's important to save people---"

The people were still in the forest, and the smell of corpses lingered.

Verdant forests, dazzling sunshine, disgusting corpse stench. Ye Xiaofei was shocked and sped up again.

Out of the forest, into the eye. A city!

Shattered, black smoke reaching into the sky, corpses, everywhere.

Ye Xiaofei looked at the city of hell blankly, and his heart was dripping blood: Is this still the city of laughter in his mind?

He was silent, like the silence of a volcano, and no one knew what would brew.

"Into town!"

Ye Xiaofei only spit out two words and rushed into the city alone.

Beyond the city gates, the wailing of ghosts and wolves, weeping, and grief, silently echoed throughout the city. The ruined houses, the broken streets, the desolation, like the old city that has been abandoned for ten years, lifeless, even the weeds on the roadside are withered.

Ye Xiaofei's heart trembled again, as if he was crying.

The Spartan who was following behind Ye Xiaofei couldn't believe his eyes. Their own people are happy in comparison, even though they never see the light of day.

Even the two Amethyst Spirits who followed behind Ye Xiaofei were silent.

Ye Xiaofei suppressed his anger, walked through the streets and alleys, burrowed into the alleys, stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden door, and gently tapped the rusty copper ring.

Bell Bell Bell ---

In the silent city, the sound of metal crashing is particularly harsh.

After waiting for a while, the door was not opened, Ye Xiaofei tapped the copper ring with three long and one short, which was the secret code of the gang. It's also his exclusive code.

Squeak!

A pale young man bowed and peered through a crack in the door.

"It's human!" Ye Xiaofei obviously breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it on the other side. The door then opened, revealing a three-handled crossbow behind him.

"It's the Marquis!"

"I've seen the Marquis!"

A few leaning men saluted in horror.

Ye Xiaofei frowned: "What about Barton?" ”

Balton, the underground force that governs the city of Para, is also one of the wings of the Norsen Kingdom, the orphan of the Grand General of Tehran.

"The bearer is infected with the plague, and he is so weak that he can't get out of bed."

"Take me to see," Ye Xiaofei couldn't believe it, how could such a young and energetic young man be sick? Can't get out of bed yet?

Inside the house, on the bed.

Barton could no longer see his original appearance, thin as a material, and dying. Next to his bedside was a bowl of diluted porridge with only water left.

"Lord Marquis, don't get any closer, beware of the plague."

Ye Xiaofei pushed the other party away and approached the bed with a trembling step.

A foul smell came to his nose, and yellow pus overflowed from the corners of the other person's mouth.

"How so? I've only been gone for three months! Ye Xiaofei gently wiped the disgusting pus and said, "Barton, be strong." We won, we won, be strong. ”

Ye Xiaofei used three healing scrolls in a row, and he didn't stop until resistance appeared. Barton finally regained some of his life. Heavy relief.

As soon as Ye Xiaofei exited the room, someone reported: "Lord Marquis, we know where the three legion leaders are being held, and we have been trying to rescue them, but all of them have failed. ”

Ever since the outbreak of the plague, the Sun Elves have kept all the prisoners in prison, with a team of elite Day Elves taking turns guarding them day and night. Others withdrew from the city to escape the plague that raged on the ground.

The plague caused by the corpses of the dead in the city of Para erupted like a volcano at this moment, brewing for a long time, and soon covering the entire city.

In less than ten days and half a month, the city of Para will be a dead city, a Jedi.

Ye Xiaofei arrived at the dungeon, there was no shadow of the Sun Elf defenders, and black smoke kept coming out of the dungeon.

Set fire to the prison?

Since entering the city, Ye Xiaofei seems to feel that he is in a nightmare, and unfortunate things have overwhelmingly overwhelmed him.

"Fight the fire!" Ye Xiaofei rushed into the well next to him, jumped in, opened the space ring, and the water level exploded.

Alone in the black smoke. Immediately, water splashed and wet every cell.

The fire was quickly extinguished, but, Ux, Lesas, and Morse, were nowhere to be found. Saved a lot of Para City officials. Hundreds.

"It's a nightmare!" Ye Xiaofei read a sentence silently, his eyes were dark, and he fainted on the ground.

All were horrified to see his white face, and the wound on his waist was still bleeding.

――――――

After being in a coma for a whole day and night, under the full treatment of the pastoral doctor, Ye Xiaofei woke up slowly.

"Marquis Ye Xiaofei, are you awake?" Sparta looked a little anxious, and reproached awkwardly: "You are so badly injured, you should have rested, Lord Marquis, what are you going to do?" The shepherd told you not to move, the wound -- "

Ye Xiaofei had already lifted the tent and walked out.

The city began to decadent, the vitality began to flee, and within a radius of three miles outside the city, a withered tree: the grass withered, the trees withered, and the flowers were gone. Birds and beasts, all fled.

Sparta moved their camp outside the city, even upwind, to avoid the plague.

"My city—"

Ye Xiaofei stretched out his arms and wanted to grasp it weakly: his city, the city of plagues.

Sparta was equally grieved, and at the beginning of the plague, in front of the pastoral doctors, it was not terminally ill. Cutting off the source of the plague and dispelling it with magic often means that the plague is often extinguished at the beginning of its life. However, the plague is also extremely terrifying, once it is allowed to completely break out, like the city in front of him, even the pastoral doctor does not dare to easily step into it now.

They know that there are many, many people on the sickbed, and perhaps many people who are not infected, but they can only watch and watch this vibrant city, like an old man in his twilight years, step into the abyss of death.

"Lord Marquis, the elven army in the starting point city has all surrendered, and now it is placed in the starting point city, and the army is guarding it day and night, what should I do?" One of the guards rushed over, looking anxious.

Even if the unarmed Sun Elves are unarmed, they are still not to be underestimated.

"Transfer the Guards Legion, Janissary Iron Lion. Let them go into the city to help the civilians. Ye Xiaofei ignored everyone's opposition and said: "Transfer the Xuanwu Legion, the White Tiger Legion guards the Japanese elf captives day and night, and in case of an emergency, you can cut it first and then play." Order the orc legions, all of them for me to go out to reconnoitre, looking for the footprints of Ux. Finally, he said, "I need a lot of food, and half of the orcs are used to hunt and gather food." ”

"Marquis Ye Xiaofei," Sparta continued to persuade, "I have heard that you love the people like sons, and soldiers obey any orders from you. Among them is the city of Para to advance. But, I have to advise you. The city of Para is already a city of plagues, a city of death, and if you go in, you can't get out. The living need your leadership, for the sake of more living people, please stop here! ”

Ye Xiaofei stopped, could feel Sparta's concern, and said gratefully: "They are fighting against the plague, no, the whole city is fighting against the plague, and they are not dead." Praetorian Iron Lion, can you watch them groan powerlessly and die silently in front of you? ”

"Whew--can't-"

The three hundred Praetorian Iron Lion's reply was sonorous and powerful, and the rolling sound waves scattered in all directions. Like an indomitable soul, let out a resolute roar.

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The dwarven guards looked at him in disbelief: "What are these people doing?" So close to the plague, aren't you afraid of death? Someone chimed in: "Maybe it's checking, there is a pastoral doctor, just wait for a few dispersal lights, as long as you don't go in." ”

"Who's that?" Some humans can't be sure, no, can't believe it.

"It seems to be the Marquis."

"Oh my God, it's really the Marquis, the Marquis has come back to save us."

"No, don't go near the Marquis, don't spread the plague to the Marquis."

The civilians under the city wall who were gasping for breath said this, and they all stepped back, Ye Xiaofei took one step, and they took two steps back. Until, with their backs to the city walls, there was nowhere to retreat.

"Lord Marquis!" An old man, with a white beard on his face, and his body as thin as a wicker because of hunger, seemed to use all his strength with every word, and wailed: "You can't take any further step, we have no way back, Lord Marquis, take care of your health." After speaking, the old man knelt down greedily and begged, "Please stop and turn around and leave here." ”

Ye Xiaofei was silently sad and walked silently.

Suddenly, the old man who knelt on the ground only felt a pair of powerful hands on his withered arms, and his indifferent voice sounded in his ears as always: "Don't worry, the old man has me, as long as I am still here, I will not watch you die." ”

"Lord Marquis――――――"

The people wept, both moved and frightened.

The Marquis returns to the city. It was an ordinary thing, but at this moment, it caused a sensation in the city. Like the twilight of its life, the plague city burst into what people call miracles.

"Hurry---" someone urged.

"It's the Marquis, the Marquis has come back to save us--" Someone cried with joy.

On a sickbed, a half-unconscious man suddenly widened his eyes and muttered, "Marquis--" Finally, he died on the bed without breathing.

But, more often than not, dragged the sick body and crawled down the street: the Marquis had returned, and they were to greet him.

――――

"What a crazy human!" Sparta stopped, watched Ye Xiaofei walk into the city cave, the city cave that swallowed all the figures like the mouth of death, and said with emotion: "On the battlefield, like a mad demon, here, like a mad god, but, even if the god is crazy, he can't do such a thing." Then he said to the left and right: "Come, set up a pot at the gate of the city to boil porridge, and take out all the military rations, so that they can have a full meal before they die." ”

The Dwarven Guards won't enter the city, but they will do their part.

The Iron Lion of the Praetorian Guard broke into one house after another, carried all the dead bodies out of the rooms, and carried them to the carriages on the streets, where they were transported south of the city. Where fifty Praetorian Iron Lions were digging pits and preparing for cremation.

Soon, the core of the city was slowly moving, and the officials rescued from the dungeon appeared in the center of the city one by one, lighting a bright light, and the three-story buildings in the entire town center were brightly lit. It means that the city management has been suspended for a month and has begun to operate.

"Issuing a notice to reassure the people---"

"Publish a recruitment notice, and gather at Shinan Square if you can still move."

"The epidemic in the Xuanwu neighborhood is the most serious, and it is also the first to break out of the plague, so I request that it be cleaned up first."

"Issued a notice that the army is about to enter the city――――――"

With Ye Xiaofei's return, the town center building was busy, and the front of the building was even more crowded, although the announcement said that it was to gather in the south square, but almost everyone subconsciously rushed to the three-story building in the center of the town.

――――――――

On the third floor, Ye Xiaofei was sitting on a chair, and the things in front of him were different.

Pami's desk was empty, and so was Cangya's. The most powerful assistants are not there, and even the commanders of several main legions are missing. The city is struggling on the brink of death.

"Rescue--" Ye Xiaofei was at a loss: "How to save?" ”

Pestilence?

"Realm Spirit, I need your help." The only thing Ye Xiaofei can rely on is the realm spirit that he has seen for a long time.

"It's very simple, burn it clean, so as not to harm other cities."

"Nonsense."

"The second method is to dispel it with the ultimate light."

"The Holy See of Light?" Ye Xiaofei didn't hold out any hope at all, and denied: "The Bright Holy See can't wait for us to all die, besides, it's too far away from us. ”

"The third method is to absorb with extreme darkness."

"Necromantic Dragon?" Ye Xiaofei said in surprise: "Sacrifice the necromantic dragon in the Heroic Spirit Tower!" ”

"He only wants to create a plague, and he doesn't take it."

"Who else?"

"Necromantic Lich!" The realm spirit sighed and said, "But, I want you to give up--"