One hundred and eight chapters of gifts

In the center of the red Agate Wasteland, Li Zhen looked at the sky alone, and beside him, a mighty magic crystal cannon stood mightily.

"How is my power!", there was a rumbling sound from the huge magic crystal cannon, and the huge barrel was retracted, looking like a giant piled up with countless machine parts from a distance, "If you can bury more corpses, my power just now will be even stronger!"

"No need!", Li Zhenshuo closed his eyes, feeling the corpses in the ground, and what he saw in his mind was a squeezed shapeless knight, and the wild bull was stuck in the tunnel alive.

In particular, the neat soldiers near the tunnel are still on guard.

The archers bowed and the shieldbearers held their shields high, and these elite Terran soldiers, as if time had frozen in time, carefully preserved in the soil.

Li Zhen slowly opened his eyes, the ground began to squirm continuously, and the bones began to struggle out one by one, and he still had the armor and mask on his body.

He's going to give the Stormwind Lord a gift!

He gently placed a bottle of reddish-brown potion on a skeleton, and a group of skeletons piled up together, and several long-horned deer carts slowly drove over.

Gergmaru now looked much more mature, no longer as shy as a slave Pig, and his expression was very solemn, followed by all the coolies.

They laboriously carried the bones onto the cart, and the long cart slowly moved into the distance.

Ahead of Stormwind!

Passers-by stared at the longhorned deer cart with shock in their eyes.

Scraps of minced flesh in the bones, completely deformed armor, eerie black iron masks, and the smell of rotten meat.

"Stop!

Gegmaru leaned in with a smile, "Lord Jun, this is a gift from our lord!"

No one knew better than them what these bones meant, they were their comrades, who had secretly set out for the depths of the Onyx Wilderness two days earlier.

In just two days, they had become these scattered corpses.

Everyone surrounded Gergmaru, but soon an order came, and Germaru was released, and the long beast carts were pulled in.

After a turn, the beast cart went straight into a forbidden land, the barracks!

This is where the soldiers of Stormwind City are stationed, and ordinary people, etc., are not allowed to step in.

The corpses, the whole five hundred corpses, including their mounts, were all on these beast carts.

The Stormwind City Lord stared at these corpses coldly, he was very distressed, this was his elite, and he didn't know how much effort it took to train these soldiers.

But in the blink of an eye, it became some useless skeleton.

It was a large circle, surrounded by soldiers, who had not experienced death in a long time.

But now, five hundred corpses made them feel an inexplicable fear.

"Who dares to kill our soldiers!", a general next to him said angrily, such a large casualty, only in the invasion of the orcs, there may be one or two small wars every year, but this year's intelligence reality, there is no phenomenon of soldiers gathering in Smai City at all.

The orcs were still barren, but at least last year they were able to fill their stomachs.

Five hundred!

This is not a small number! Everyone stared at the corpse closely, and their eyes couldn't help but turn to the Stormwind City Lord, he was the only one who could command the army.

The Stormwind Lord's face was unusually pale, and his eyes were staring at the corpse motionless.

Suddenly, a corpse slowly stood up from the beast cart, crunched and staggered off the cart, and after rolling a few times, he barely maintained his body, and his mouth creaked, "Gift!"

Although it was very dry, everyone heard the voice, the gift, it was a gift from someone!

"Not good!", an old mage rushed over and quickly blessed himself and the Lord of Stormwind with a shield.

Poof, I saw that the bones on a beast cart actually spontaneously combusted, and the dark blue flames, like hell flowers, accompanied by the smell of rotten meat, puffed and beat extremely brightly.

Everyone was startled, but relaxed when they saw what was simply a flame self-destruct.

All the skeletons were self-destructing, and the Stormwind Lord let out a long sigh of relief, at least it was much easier than having him deal with the skeletons himself.

The smoke rushed into the sky, and everyone covered the pungent and unpleasant smell of corpses, and their eyes were full of anger.

Whoever it is, there is enough price to pay for desecrating Stormwind.

Ahem!

A simple coughing sound, unremarkable, but soon, the coughing sound became more and more numerous, as if everyone who smelled the corpse was coughing.

Even the Stormwind Lord couldn't help but cough.

"There's something wrong with this smoke, get out of here!", the mage waved his staff, summoning a black cloud, and the rain poured down, dousing all the flames.

The corpses burned without a trace, and the smell of corpses was clean, and the Stormwind Lord covered his nose, making him very embarrassed by such a gift.

Ahem!

"City Lord, are you okay!", the mage next to him looked at the Storm City Lord, faintly feeling that something was wrong, and sure enough, a small red bean appeared on his brow.

"Old mage, I'm feeling a little cold!"

The mage was suddenly a little inexplicable, the plague!

A terrifying word suddenly came to mind, necromancer!

Spreading is a necromancer's specialty, and top literature and art are said to be able to slaughter a city!

He couldn't believe it, but soon, the people around him began to have a fever, cough, tremors, severe stomach pain, and even began to cramp on the ground after just a few breaths.

Pestilence!

He wanted to lie to himself, but he couldn't coax the necromancer into a plague on and off these skeletons.

Who did the Stormwind City Lord offend, the plague spread so quickly, and the other party was at least a saint-level necromancer.

"City Lord, what the hell have you done!", the old mage asked solemnly, and the whole person was far away, "Don't come near me!"

"What's wrong, Your Excellency?"

The old mage was glad that his body was still relatively healthy, but now, everything here had begun to get out of control, and the plague was not something that he alone or a city lord could solve.

"I'm sorry, City Lord, I have wronged you for the time being, I can only stay in the barracks, and I will find a way to do the rest!", he quickly retreated back, took out his token and announced loudly, "Stormwind City is facing an emergency, now I will take over all defenses, and all personnel will stay in the barracks and must not go out!"

No one figured out that Stormwind was in chaos all of a sudden, the gates were closed, soldiers patrolled, and even the magic crystal cannons on the walls began to move.

Soldiers of new faces appeared on the city walls.

"The orcs have invaded?"

This kind of scene only appeared when the orcs invaded in a big way.

Proclamations prohibiting trade were listed, and all humans were not allowed to enter the Great Onyx Wasteland.

But the anomaly is that the orcs in Stormwind City have not been expelled, and at this time in the past, all the orcs directly watched and captured.

Tension spread in the storm, and in the City Lord's Mansion, the priest from the Gale Nation had been staying for five days, and even invited a priest from the distant Empire of Light at any cost.

Unfortunately, the Stormwind Lord's condition is getting worse and worse, and the rashes on his skin are getting more and more, and the barracks have been controlled, and in order to prevent the spread of the plague, all the soldiers who participated in the destruction of the corpses in the beginning have been quarantined.

"Your Excellency Priest, is there really no way to do the city lord's illness?"

The red-robed priest sighed, "Plague, you should have heard of it!"

The old mage nodded, there was no one who didn't know the horror of this word, this is what necromancers are best at, but the priest's purification technique can drive away these hodgepodge things.

"It's not a plague!"

"Isn't it?", the old mage looked at the priest inexplicably, what else could it be that broke out from the corpse was not a plague.

"A highly contagious disease, the germs extracted from the medicine and corpses, a bit like the methods of a witch doctor, those skeletons are just the carriers that transport these germs, and the flames allow these viruses to spread quickly!", the red-robed priest sighed, "The purification technique is useless!"