"Old friend, it's too unkind to leave just after meeting." Mark's voice came from the city walls, and at the sight of him, Grom's heart sank.

"Mark, the news that you have an artifact has spread all over Bahrain City, and if I were you, I would definitely flee immediately." Grom said, "There are a lot of spies from the major families in Bahrain City, and it won't be long before this news spreads throughout the Roman Continent, and then you will face the siege of everyone......"

"Grom, you don't have to worry about me, you still have to worry about yourself." Mark said coldly, "I thought we were friends, but your sneak attack made me understand. Today, I will never let you go! ”

Grom suddenly burst out laughing: "Mark, you actually treat someone else as a friend?" From the first time we met, I knew that we were the same kind of people, we were all vicious people who would do whatever it took for the sake of the end, and what kind of family, love, and friendship were just tools for us. Your deal with me is just our mutual use. ”

Mark was silent for a moment, and he had to admit that Grom wasn't entirely wrong.

"I'm still not the same as you, Grom." Mark said, "You treat everything completely as a tool, and I still have feelings for tools." ”

"Really?" "Are you trying to say that even with discarded tools, you can find other value?" ”

Mark sighed lightly: "Grom, let's stop talking about these useless things, only one of the two of us can get out of Bahrain City today." ”

"Alright, you can stay here!" With a wave of Grom's hand, hundreds of zombies jumped towards the wall. At the same time, the Heroic Warriors arrived.

"Are these actually your people?" Only then did Grom understand why Mark dared to stand in his way, "They're your newly developed puppets?" ”

"No, they're more powerful war machines than puppets!"

The Immortal Warriors and the Zombies fought together, but unlike the war in the Zombie World, this time, the Immortal Warriors pressed the zombies from beginning to end. Within five minutes of the start of the battle, half of Grom's zombies had fallen, while Mark's side, the Immortal Warriors had only lost a dozen, a significant gap.

"How could this be!" For the first time, Grom felt that he had made a wrong decision, he had always thought that he had a great inheritance, and the entire Roman Empire would have to prostrate at his feet sooner or later, but now he found that there were people with a more powerful inheritance than him!

Darvel headed towards the church with one of the best soldiers of the House of Baring, and along the way they did hear rumors that Mark had an artifact. However, until Mark is found, Darvel cannot be sure of the authenticity of this rumor.

"Whew......" A gust of wind blew, and Darvel, who was thinking, was choked and coughed.

"How can there be such a strong smell of blood?" Darvel could tell that the smell of blood belonged to human blood, and the smell of blood was so strong that how many people would have to die?

Darvel judged that it was Grom who killed him, which in turn influenced his other judgment.

"Jonas said that Grom fled from Bahrain City, but now he is killing in the city, and it seems that what he said about Mark getting the artifact is also fake, just to seduce his father......" Thinking of this, Darvel immediately turned around and prepared to go back and debunk Jonas's false face.

Three hundred Heroic Warriors started at the church of the Cult of Life and pushed sideways in a counterclockwise direction. While they were killing, they also unleashed the plague virus that Mark had created. These plague viruses were brought back by Mark from the Three Kingdoms World, and after his refining, the plague viruses had already mutated. If these viruses are released into modern society, they can turn the earth into a dead ball in half a year!

Mark knew that Bahrain City had a large population, and it was inevitable that there would be fish that would slip through the net just by relying on the killing of heroic warriors, and spreading the virus was undoubtedly the safest means.

The plague virus was blown all over the city of Bahrain, and civilians who did not cultivate were infected with the virus and would die in three to five minutes. Even if a first-level soldier is infected with the virus, he can't survive for ten minutes. In fact, below the level of fourth-level warriors, they will die within an hour.

As for the fifth-level warriors, it is not something that a small virus can kill, and it needs to be done by the Heroic Spirit Warriors.

Heroic warriors have a strong sense of qi, and the more powerful the warrior, the clearer they sense. Each of the more than fifty men led by Darvel was level 4 or above, and to the Immortal warriors, they were like torches in the night. So before Darvel could return to the Balin family, he was stopped by the Immortal Warriors.

"Get out of the way!" Seeing the Heroic Warrior standing in the way, Darvel did not slow down his horse, but directly crashed into it.

"Whew!" A bow and arrow from the hand of a Heroic Warrior shot into the head of the golden-striped wildebeest under Darvel's crotch, and if it weren't for Darvel's men, the arrow would have passed through Darvel's body if he hadn't pulled him through.

"Kill them!" Darvel calmed his mind and shouted.

"Wind! Wind! Wind! "The Heroic Warriors all fired arrows, and three hundred arrows pierced the clouds and the sky, and more than fifty people, including Darvel, were all shot into minced meat! A gust of wind blew, and the smell of blood wafted around.

The Valhallic warriors put away their bows and arrows, and they followed the direction of Darvel's return journey, this time targeting the House of Bahrain.

"Grom, you don't have a chance." Mark watched the Immortal Warrior kill the last zombie in Grom's hands and looked at him condescendingly. At this time, Grom was already surrounded by the Immortal Warriors, and his magic hitting the Immortal Warriors only made their faith a little thinner. If this continues, Grom could take out these Heroic Warriors, but he doesn't have time.

"I'm here to give you one last ride!"

Mark cast a magic spell as the ground beneath Grom's feet slowly rose as a huge fireball from the sky slammed down on him. The fireball was fast, like a meteor.

"Undead Shield!" Grom still didn't give up, he used all his mental power to cast his magic, and a white bone shield stood above him. The fireball smashed into the bone shield, which instantly split apart.

"Hand of the Dead!" Grom's eyes looked at the fireball, the magic wand in his hand was about to crack, and the hand of the undead slapped at the fireball, making a "bang" sound, and the trajectory of the fireball's fall was slightly changed.

Mark shook his head, Grom is in a dying throes, he is now overdrawn mental and mana, and he has no ability to fight back!

Mark used his mental power to adjust the trajectory of the fireball slightly, and Grom's efforts to fight back with his mental power became useless.