"Plague, what the hell is going on?" Tulius looked at the scene in front of him with a lot of headaches, and the events of the past few days really proved to him what it means to be eventful.

Not far from the gloomy fort, the temple of the Eight Holy Spirits, which had previously been used as a wedding venue, had now become a temporary medical facility, and there was not enough space in the temple, and many civilians were placed on hospital beds made of wooden planks.

Low moans followed, many men and women were swollen and vomited, and the priests of the temple poured purifying potions to dilute the foul air, and the healing potions were brought from the city's alchemy workshops and piled aside, ready to be used.

"It's not going well, General Tulius, this plague has appeared in a strange way, and I suspect it was ......spread by man," the priest in charge of the temple dipped his sleeve from the sweat on his forehead, tapped his aching shoulders and lower back, and came to Tulius' side.

"I want to know, can it be treated?" Tulius interrupted the priest's reasoning and asked with a frown, he had seen that some of the patients had almost lost their voices.

"The effect of the potion is not very obvious," the priest hesitated in the face of Tulius's question, "The point is that there are too many people, and the condition deteriorates very quickly, and they can't be busy at all." As he spoke, someone came here with the patient in his arms.

"Let the soldiers help too!" Tulius shouted to the soldiers beside him, who immediately turned around and ran to the barracks to inform.

Zhang Lin stood beside a patient, the light emitted by the holy light crystal in his hand shrouded the patient, trying to use the holy light to heal.

"Uhhh

The patient illuminated by the Holy Light let out a cry of pain and black smoke rose from his body, as if he was not being treated, but enduring torture.

"What are you doing!?" A priest saw Zhang Lin's behavior and shouted loudly, trying to stop him.

"Let him try," said Tulius, who stopped the priest, noting that, although the patient seemed in pain, the fading edema and the occasional soothing expression were not fake, "as if they were more effective than potions." ”

The priest also noticed this, and did not say anything more, while continuing to deal with the patient in front of him, he looked at Zhang Lin's situation with the corner of his eye.

However, Zhang Lin is not satisfied with the current treatment effect, not that it cannot be treated, but the effect is too slow, he has already informed Hill who is blinking a snow mouse, after all, he is not so good at this.

Under Zhang Lin's treatment, the patient finally calmed down and his breathing gradually stabilized, at which point Hill also arrived at the scene.

"Did you find anything?" Zhang Lin watched the patient gradually fall asleep, and turned to Hill to ask.

"There's an uncomfortable aura lurking in these patients, and this is no ordinary plague." The Blood Elf only made a cursory observation and made a preliminary judgment.

"There are traces of necromancy." Serana added from the side.

Ciel nodded, "It reminds me of a very bad situation, which happened in Azeroth. ”

"He's running out of steam, can anyone help!?" A Nord woman cried out in a crying voice, perhaps her husband or something, as the man scratched at her body with blood stains, swollen vesicles bursting, and yellow pus flowed out of them, giving off a foul smell.

The priest on the side was a little helpless, and the potion was completely useless at this time.

Hearing the request for help, Zhang Lin and the others hurriedly ran over.

"Please, save him!" As if she saw a savior, the woman knelt down, pulling the corner of Zhang Lin's clothes and begging.

"I ......" Zhang Lin was about to calm the other party's emotions, but saw that the body of the person behind the woman was changing extremely quickly. It's too late! ”

Hill pulled up the woman kneeling in front of Zhang Lin and pulled her behind her.

"Roar—"

An inhuman roar rang out, drawing the eyes of the courtyard.

"The Holy Spirit is above!"

I saw the man on the hospital bed hunched over and crawled up, his pale skin turned blue-gray, the blood vessels under the skin swelled, crawling all over his face, and the original brown eyes had turned pale at this time, like a dead fish.

"No, Abt!" Seeing the change in the man, the woman cried out in pain and wanted to pass, but was held back by Hill.

Kela –

Several scalp-tinging popping sounds rang out, the man's back and the back of his arm cracked, black bone spurs growing directly from his body, and roars rang out in his throat.

In just a few breaths, the man transformed into a hideous-looking zombie, and like a chain reaction, several other seriously ill patients began to change in the same way.

"Damn it, purify them!" Tulius drew his sword from his waist and gave the order on the spot, these people were no longer alive.

The first zombie to complete the transformation roared and pounced on Zhang Lin and them, with agile movements, completely different from the unresponsive types of traditional zombies.

Zhang Lin quickly drew the agate sword, and with a swing, the ink-like black flames brought out a burst of roar in the air, accurately slashing off the zombie's head with a sword.

The headless body continued to rush forward for a few steps before falling.

Although the man had already guessed that her husband would not be able to recover when he turned into a zombie, seeing the other party's head cut off with her own eyes still had a great impact on the Nord woman, and she cried and wanted to pick up the head that fell on the ground, and she could still vaguely see the head of her husband's face.

But her thoughts were clearly not satisfied, and with a flash of golden light, the zombie's head was burned to ashes.

Under the multiple blows, the woman fell unconscious.

On the other side, the sword and shield of the imperial soldiers who came to help cooperated to meet the rest of the zombies.

A zombie surrounded by four soldiers pressed its abdomen with its alienated palm, and then a large cloud of foul-smelling and viscous yellow-green liquid erupted from its mouth and poured on the two soldiers who could not dodge.

The corrosive and toxic vomit caused the two soldiers to clutch their necks in pain, and their faces began to turn blue.

The other two soldiers hurriedly cooperated, first interrupting the zombie's follow-up movement with a shield strike, and then cutting off the zombie's head with a sword.

Looking at their companions who fell to the ground and fell into pain, the two were about to crouch down and help them up, a beam of light flashed, and the two poisoned people quickly returned to normal and sat up in surprise.

Seeing that his companion had recovered, the Imperial soldier looked up at the Blood Elf Knight not far away, and before he could say a word of thanks, Ciel turned around and killed the rest of the zombies.

The commotion was temporarily quelled as the last zombie fell to the ground.

"The corpse is dragged to be burned," Tulius said, with a gloomy face, thrusting his sword back into its scabbard, and commanding sharply, "martial law throughout the city!" ”