The City of Gold, the Lord's Mansion Meeting.

Antunia sent a special piece of information to the lord of the city, Enriquez.

Enriquez was silent for a long time after seeing it.

Only then did he ask, "When did this report come in?" ”

"An hour ago." Antunia Road.

Enriquez frowned: "According to the intelligence, the scope of the plague messenger's activities has spread now?" ”

"I'm afraid so, Lord Castle." "According to the information sent by the other lords of Raspar, at least three territories in the steppe have been infected by the plague. ”

As soon as these words came out, the city officials of the Golden City immediately frowned.

"In addition, news has come from many territories that the spread of the plague in the Golden City has spread to the grasslands, and now many residents in the territory are not at peace and seem to be very panicked, fearing that the plague will spread to the places where they live. Some of the inhabitants, despite the danger of blizzards and orc attacks, decided to travel to the colder north to fight the spread of the plague. "Antunia Road.

"This ......," said an official in charge of population management nervously after hearing this, "It's too dangerous to leave your home in this season." The crisis on the road was enough to cost them their lives. ”

"There are many people who have fled." Antunia said as she asked the city lord for instructions, "Is it possible to send the report?" ”

"Yes."

As soon as the city lord finished speaking, Antunia nodded to the attendant officials, and several documents that were the same as those seen by the city lord were immediately sent to everyone.

After the officials saw it, there was another burst of whispering.

"More than 10,000 civilians have left their homes, are these people crazy?" One said in surprise.

"I think 10,000 people are just the beginning." Antunia's expression was very bad, today the city lord gathered everyone to discuss the matter of the plague messenger, and he didn't expect that Antunia would actually receive such a key material before entering the table. Judging from the plague in the north over the past few hundred years, if the Golden City can't solve the problem in a short period of time, I am afraid that more people will flee when the weather warms up next year.

The flight of a large number of people will spread to other places with a plague that will not only lead to territorial disputes, but also lead to the emergence of a large number of refugees. Enriquez was far-sighted, and from such a simple report, he could see the crisis that could occur in a year's time.

"This matter has to be handled properly." Enriquez said, "From now on, the City Lord's Mansion will concentrate all its efforts and mobilize the forces of the Mage Academy, the Shrine, and the various families, and be sure to deal with the spread of the plague within a month!" ”

"In addition, the city lord will issue an edict to openly solicit the power of the plague messenger from the outside world, and anyone who destroys the plague messenger will be rewarded. Moreover, the territories are required to stabilize the people's hearts as soon as possible, and the City Lord's Mansion will do everything possible to help them, and the population loss must be controlled! Faced with this sudden situation, Enriquez immediately made a general arrangement.

Then, the discovery of the Plaguebringer in two places in the Golden City was brought to the table. Only by dealing with the plague messengers is the fundamental way to control the spread of the epidemic, and everyone started a new discussion about the details they have obtained these days.

Unconsciously, it was completely dark, and everyone left the City Lord's Mansion with their tired bodies.

Also in the middle of the night, South Raspaar, Clemment region, the Institute of Science and Technology Research, a report similar to the City Lord's Mansion was sent to Eren through the hands of the dark elves.

In a high-profile warlock laboratory, Alan is confronted with a variety of materials and is actively concocting some kind of antidote. The report sent by the dark elves, Alan only read it in a hurry, and already knew that the situation in the Golden City about the spread of the plague was already very serious. In order to deal with the crisis that may break out in the coming period, Eren must refine a potion that can control the plague as soon as possible.

At the same time, a team of Assassins under Allen's direct management was conducting investigations in teams of ten in every area of South Raspaar. With only a few months left before the Abyss invasion, Eren must make sure that there are not too many Abyssal minions in his territory, lest he be attacked in the event of a crisis.

"I hope that Big Brother Odro and Brother Cayton can bring the news of the Abyss Invasion to all parts of the south as much as possible, so that there won't be too much chaos." Alan thought about his friends as he prepared the antidote, and he wondered how their mission in the South was going after a few months.

In addition, Edith's situation is still not optimistic, Alan thought it was a simple matter, but there was no result, which made Alan a little anxious.

"There will be a way." Alan told himself that it was useless to be impatient, calm down, and one day, he would find a solution to the problem.

Since the beginning of October, storms from the land of ice fields have swept across the north. Despite the distance from the Skader Mountains, the Raspar steppe is still snow-white. And on this endless snow, the team has been resting.

The procession was quite large, with hundreds of tents, a few stables, and some deer and sheep, and it looked like a herdsman's settlement. But only the people sleeping soundly in the tents knew that they had fled. In August, the news of the outbreak of the plague crisis in the Golden City has been very loud and spreading, and it has not been controlled until now. Some villages, after being encouraged, could no longer sit still, and left their homeland with their families.

Hearing that the northern ice fields were safer, the group headed north.

Compared to the reports received by the city lord's mansion, the total number of people who fled in the vast prairie was far more than 10,000. There are at least 30,000 scattered all over the place. For Raspar of 500 million, 30,000 people may be just scratching the surface. But that's just the beginning!

This group of civilians who braved the wind and snow to go north in order to live a more stable life, unbeknownst to them, they were exposed to the territory, like a flock of exiled sheep, and the predators on the grassland were all eyeing them.

The orcs to the west and north noticed the scattered procession of refugees, and it was strange that there were no guards among them. For the orcs, how can such a good thing be let go, after half a month, more and more orcs have paid attention to the civilians who are escaping the plague, and many camps have been uprooted at night, and all the people who camp have not been spared. A great tragedy is brewing.

Panic and anxiety began to loom over the hearts of everyone who had fled.

If you had known, you should not have left your homeland, without the protection of the soldiers.

However, the plague is so terrible, everyone has fled, won't they flee themselves?

Countless negative emotions spread among the refugees.

However, the fugitives will not know that for them, the orcs are only the first hurdle.

In the middle of the night, a terrifying green figure floated above the snow, closely following every fleeing team.

"Hehe, this group of people is really easy to deal with, the big butler just used a little trick to control some of the village captains and priests, and they obediently followed the instructions and fled from their homes. Fear, sure enough, is the best drive in this world. The ghost who spoke was as sticky as mud, and the liquid that kept falling from its body melted away the snow.

The snow water turned black as if it had been washed with charcoal, and a foul stench emitted in the cold wind.

"Go, go, take the plague farther away!" The speaker was none other than Victor's Plaguebringer. This ghost, who has been lurking in the Divine Grace Continent for a long time, is particularly excited. The creature itself had no attacking powers, but it walked past the stables of civilians and touched the camp's drinking water, and from then on, the plague was caught in it, and over time, the terrible disease would emerge in the fleeing people.

Compared to when Sterling found himself three months ago, the Plaguebringer was clearly more powerful. The consciousness of the body has become clearer and clearer, and now, according to the arrangement of the great butler Sterling, it has begun to go to various places, exuding the plague seeds in its body. For the Plague Bringer, everything sown now will be harvested in the next two or three months, and countless plague germs will make the Plague Bringer's cultivation reach a higher level.

At the same time, Victor's Grand Butler, the evil Sterling, was actively mobilizing his forces in the Raspar steppe. With only a few months left before the Plane Storm stabilizes, Lord Victor's departure is imminent, and the last meeting of the Plane Lords before the invasion begins.

Before that, Sterling must fulfill Lord Victor's instructions to attack the Golden City to save face for Victor and increase his voice in the Abyss Conference.

The Plaguebringers, the Tidal Trolls, the Evil Gnomes, and the Swamp Ghosts are all the stakes that Vic left behind in the Divine Grace Continent long ago, and Sterling will lead them to inflict devastating damage on the Golden City.

With the addition of Stirling himself, there are currently five legends around Victor's great butler to dispatch. Coupled with the forces that the Plague Messenger and others have cultivated on the Divine Grace Continent for thousands of years, there are currently 5 Legends, 34 Third-Order Powerhouses, and 5,000 Thousand Demonic Beasts.

In addition, Sterling always believed that the easiest race to be recruited on the Divine Charity Continent was humans, as long as there was money. For the past three months, Stirling has been attached to a lord in a remote area, through whom he has scattered tens of thousands of gold coins, eventually building up a cavalry force of 30,000 men.

"It's time to get moving." Sterling had a detailed plan in mind, he only had a few months, and during this time, the evil ghost must take down the Golden City and the Clemon region. (To be continued.) )