The wine in the bottle containing a strong virus made the "frog guy" drink a little, and let his beloved daughter drink a little, although the soldier did not drink the wine in the bottle, but when he returned, he kissed the daughter of the "frog guy", and shared the bed intimately, he did not know that the "frog guy" had come, and he did not know that his wife already had a deadly venom in her body, he felt a little drowsy when he woke up the next morning, and his wife was also pale and languid, "This damn wind." The soldier cursed, believing that it was definitely the result of the wind blowing through the cracks in the house, and he reluctantly drank a bowl of bean porridge with the service of his wife, after all, he was just an ordinary soldier, and it was his companions who were able to go home and accommodate each other—he hoped to have a son sooner rather than later, but if he did, he would be thrown off the frozen walls by others.

The soldier's wife, after seeing her husband leave, also returned to the house, and she braced herself up to add some water to the cauldron on the stove, so that she could drink some boiling hot water, but as soon as she opened the lid, an irrepressible feeling of vomiting swept over her stomach, and although she tried her best, she could not help but open her mouth and pour all the contents of her stomach into the cauldron. She thought about what was wrong, and at the same time she was bothered by the fact that she had to clean the pot, and she didn't realize that after a night, when she hadn't had breakfast, she shouldn't have vomited so much, and the vomit was so much that it even poured into the small hole that connected her nostrils to her mouth, and physiological tears flowed down with those filthy half-liquids and half-solids, but it wasn't until the pot was almost full that she barely realized that things were not as trivial as she thought, and the strong smell of blood had taken over the whole house, and it was like a shroud that surrounded her tightly。

When she tried to call for help, her weak feet caused her to fall into the hearth, and the poured pot covered her over the coals, and although the night passed, and the last bit of heat remained in the early morning fire, it still burned her skin to the point of sizzling.

No one heard her last, faint, miserable scream.

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When the soldier came to the wall, his companions played ridiculous and lewd jokes with him, and some people asked him how he had been last night—what else could have been, of course, wonderful! His frail and haggard countenance was misinterpreted for another reason, and the soldier whom he had replaced promised to ask the cook to leave him a plate of roast lamb for the second meal. No one noticed his strangeness, not even himself, and the soldier deliberately smiled smugly as they teased him for pushing too hard, and he struggled in his position until after noon, the sun was so dazzling, he thought, leaving behind the banter and inquiries of his companions, and gasping to move to a dark and shady place, his captain walked over in surprise, and took him by the shoulder, to check on him— The latter's rude behavior made the soldier want to vomit, and he tried to control it not to vomit on the captain's body, he warned himself, but just when he thought that the churning of his stomach had been suppressed and wanted to answer the captain's question, with just one mouth, the raging liquid mixed with countless broken pieces sprayed onto the captain's face.

The captain had only time to close his eyes and turn his head, but he was almost half bloody.

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The Frogman's neighbor, who was hiding in another stone cave, saw the Frogman staggering back, but did not see him coming out early the next morning, and he thought that the Frogman was drunk—he had been jealous before, but as soon as he approached the Frogman's house, he couldn't help but scream, attracting the other people, the "door" of the "Frogman's" cave , that is, the stone used to seal the hole leaned crookedly against the edge of the cave, and from the cave overflowed a disgusting smell of blood, like someone slaughtering a argali. A skinny outcast, rewarded with a few onions, got inside, and a moment later crawled out vomiting.

He told the outcasts about the situation inside—the "frogman" was dead, and it was a terrible death, his body was unusually shriveled, like a portrait attached to the sheepskin felt, and the only reason why he could still be recognized was that he still had those familiar eyes, which almost bulged out of their sockets, and perhaps fell out with the slightest movement, and the jaws full of skin, and after a short discussion, the wanderers decided to seal the stone cave - before sealing it, they took the "frog guy" Everything around you can still be used, as well as ...... What else can you eat.

The jerky was eaten by dozens of strong outcasts, and of course it was stained with the blood of the "frog guys", but it was jerky, and they were thrown away just because it was stained with blood? They were not the lords of the city.

On the morning of the third day, the thin homeless man was the first to start moving, he was covered in fever and bleeding from his eyes and nostrils, and the homeless people had a solution to this situation - he was buried alive. But on the fourth and fifth days, as if it were some kind of curse, more and more people in the community of outcasts began to become weak, and it was precisely because of this weakness that they did not realize that in these days, there were fewer people coming to and from Thundercastle, and everyone who entered Thundercastle had to be carefully inspected by priests and mages before entering, even the wealthiest merchants.

They were not aware of the arrival of the orc vanguard either, and at the first cry of the poor man torn apart by the orcs, they suddenly struggled towards the city walls, but the gates that had been opened at least once in the past stood still this time as the Dragonspine Mountains in the cold of winter, and the outcasts raised their heads and pleaded and prayed to the soldiers on the walls, but they just stood there and watched the humans being caught by the orcs and dragged back to their army—no arrows or stones.

The curse of the outcasts grew ethereal in the increasingly cold wind, and the orcs may not understand why the human defenders on the walls did not save their kind this time, but this did not prevent them from using these outcasts to proclaim their cruelty and strength, and the captured outcasts were torn alive and eaten in sight of the defenders, their bones and heads thrown at the walls by trebuchets and then blocked by the spells of the human mages.

Lehman looked down at the heads that fell under the city walls like blood-colored balls, and the bones with tooth marks, revealing an indescribably complicated expression: "Didn't Lady Poison form an alliance with Kawuha?"

At first, he thought that this was the priest of the Poison Lady who had been sent by the orc Kawuyu to weaken the power of Thunder Castle before the orcs attacked, and several sources of infection had been identified by the priests of Ilmut, and the outcasts outside the city walls were one of them, which was why they were rejected this time, but what he didn't expect was that the orcs didn't mind eating these humans who were walking like plague packs - or did they have a way to prevent the plague?

However, Lehman soon and happily realized that he was wrong, because the orc army had stopped less than a few thousand feet from the dragon's belly pass.

The orcs have never had much interest in bathing, disgusting, some of them even like to smear their manes and skin with blood, so that the blood hardens their bodies to make them look dangerous, and there is their handling of feces and sweat - almost non-processing, for this, Gersh had made draconian laws when he first became the king of the orcs, but after the death of him and his heirs, the priests considered it despicable, biased towards "humans" The ridiculous behavior was forcibly banned, or rather, every law and clause made by Dogash, it was difficult and troublesome to keep clean, so when the orcs returned to the dirty and smelly environment, except for a few orcs, the other orcs even had a kind of indulgence.

There are also orcs who like to clean themselves, but because the priests hate everything related to Gersh, they also have to immerse themselves in the foul mire with their companions - they gather together, drink wine from a huge skull goblet, tear the same half-living argali, horned deer and humans, tear flesh from bones with their sharp claws embedded in feces and dirt, and share orc women and human slave girls...... This made the plague spread as fast as the wind on the whistling plains, and the weak humans were the first to die before the orc god Kawusu thundered to find the Lady of Poison and Disease, followed by the orc warriors - to the wailing of the orc priests, this was the first expedition of the orcs since they were freed from the rule of Gersh, and they had hoped to be able to return the favor of the orc god Kawuha, but now...... What should they say, can they still say that these orcs, who died in humiliation in the plague and not in war, were dedicated to Kawuluxe and not to Tarona, the Lady of Poison and Disease?

This ridiculous misfortune was extremely advantageous to the humans of Castle Thunder, unbeknownst to them, thousands of miles away, some of their own people were also being subjected to atrocities inflicted by the gods.

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There may not be anyone in this plane who does not know Krefa, a city where a three-masted ship can sail above the sea. When the people of Castle Thunder and the orcs who invaded it were hit by the plague, the crisis encountered by Krefa was not much different, if not equal- If anyone could see from a height of 10,000 feet, then he could clearly see three swirling clouds wrapped around the floating city of the sea like the wool around the spindle, not by nature, but by the will of the gods, and in the midst of these storms it was obvious that the most peaceful and safe place could be distinguished, and it was none other than the priest of Talos embroidered with lightning and waves on his robes.

"I remember we offered sacrifices and gold to Talos!" shouted a dragontooth knight. And the people around him just looked at him boringly: "Not every time. And because of the eccentricities of Kryfa's masters, they were unable to provide human life and souls, which made the priests of Talos sometimes dissatisfied, and they had to shut their mouths with more gold.

"Talos must have made an alliance with Shiric, or Kawuha. The mage beside them said, "They can't be bought." ”

"But we should have a good relationship with Musk, the god of thieves. The Dragontooth Knight said that he was referring to the relationship between the master of the land and the son of Musk, and it is said that he had served as a servant of His Highness Cremar before he came to his senses, but even Hirek, in the eyes of the Grenada Dragonborns, who knew more than the short-lived mortals, could not shake off the stench of mortals and thieves in him, who never put it into his mouth, or wrote it on parchment, but whose hearts were full of contempt.

"Is it because of those Highland Normans?" said another mage sly, "or we should throw them into the sea, and perhaps the storm will disappear in the next instant." ”

There was a moment of silence between them—these Highland Normans came from the Dragonfire Islands and were destroying the entire archipelago before the storm came upon them, and the Highland Normans, say some, but there were thousands, and they were all strong and experienced knights and soldiers loyal to the Highland Normans—they would be a formidable army once they returned to the Highland Normans, and the Grenadas knew that.

"We have a covenant with the Normans of the Highlands. A dragon tooth knight said.

The mage couldn't help but scoff at this statement, "The alliance between the Silvercrown Forest and the Highland Normans has lasted for a thousand years, but when the Silver Crown Forest was attacked by us and the orcs, we didn't see a single soldier from the Highland Normans. ”

"So are we going to do it?" The other Dragontooth Knight asked, but no one answered him, yes, if Crefa belonged to them, they would have thrown these thorny goods into the sea to appease Talos's anger as soon as possible, but neither of Crefa's two masters, Cremar and Afra, could have broken the bones of the betrayers and destroyed their souls, and they did not want to try at all, especially the methods that the former had learned from the devils and demons during his fifty years of hard labor- They don't understand Cremar's actions and ideas, but they just need to know the consequences.

"The question is, are we just watching Crefa be destroyed?"

"I don't think so," said the mage who spoke first, looking at the dark canopy, "our agent hasn't given an order yet." ”