The Castilian Empire, one of the two largest empires in the human kingdom, is located on the border. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info: Due to the inaccessibility and inconvenient communication, almost no one comes here, and the people who live here all the year round are also used to a stable autistic life, and rarely have contact with the outside world.

It's been about a month, and the nearest city is a hundred miles away, and they have to climb over a mountain stream with no roads, so no one is surprised even if they rarely appear.

And at this time, in this border village, there are no longer any living people.

Merlin Watts was sitting at the edge of the village, as leisurely as a quiet old man, smoking his favorite smoking gun. There were still blood stains on his fingers, and in front of him from his seat...... There was a mountain full of piled corpses, and blood flowed all over the ground, all of them were men, women, and children in the village, and they were finally cleaned up not long ago.

"Great Lord, the blood has been drained, can we burn them...... It smelled, it stinked. A minion behind him said, he really didn't know how the Dark Lord could endure the smell and still sit and watch and smoke leisurely.

"Hmm. Merlin took a few more puffs before he was willing to burn all the tobacco leaves and be quiet. "Burn it!" said with a blank face. As if none of this had anything to do with him.

Always wearing a simple gray depreciation coat, he looks no different from an ordinary old man.

"Yes. The person behind replied softly, fearing that he would accidentally anger this important figure in the dark forces.

"What's going on with that?" Merlin Watts pulled out a new stack of tobacco leaves from his pocket, which would automatically light the tobacco leaves as soon as his finger touched the mouthpiece.

"Yes...... What's the matter?" asked the man behind cautiously.

At this time, there were some other dark mages from around, as well as dark aliens, dryads, lizardmen, or other things, all holding torches in their hands and quickly igniting the corpse mountain in front of them, and the raging fire quickly ignited.

Hearing the other party's words, Merlin was a little displeased.

"How long have you been with me?" Merlin was upset, but didn't put it on his face.

"Great Lord, it's been exactly a year. He said timidly.

"Oh, it's been a year...... Time is really fast. Merlin gently patted the other party's back from behind, so frightened that he didn't even dare to move, and when he slapped it for the third time, he threw the other party's body into the fire with a force. With a wave of his fingers, even more fierce flames burst out of the mountain of corpses for no reason, and disappeared completely without even screaming.

Everyone else around them looked at it, and no one dared to speak, or even move.

Merlin was still 'kind', as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Does anyone else know about that?" he continued.

A small voice came out among the other people, "Is it about the plague of the Gypsy Kingdom, it is said that it was created by a dark mage, and it also called our Black Forest." The more he spoke, his voice gradually fought, during this time, the great lord did pay attention to this matter, and they also got it from the captured priest.

"Oh, yes. There's also a picture where he looks like this. He handed the painting to Merlin Watts.

Merlin took the painting and looked at it a few times, a pair of armor, is there something behind it that is wrong?

"Does he really look like this?" softened his tone.

"Yes, I couldn't believe it when I saw it, but we peeled off a layer of that priest's skin, or said that it was like this, probably not lying. He replied.

It's strange, is a person like Zhang using magic to disguise it? The magic that can be transformed, that belongs to the supernatural system, requires a higher magical talent or an innate racial talent, but if such a person wants to target himself and borrow the name of 'Black Forest' to do things, Merlin Watts has been thinking about all his enemies for decades, which one of them he has missed, and why he has no impression at all. In the past few years, he has been fighting against the Holy Light forces, and he is not an enemy of the dark mage.

There is no such person among the dark mages I know.

It's impossible that they don't have to do their part, and from a certain point of view, both sides are on the same side, and they won't target themselves like this, so who is the matter?

The Black Death spread very quickly, and Merlin's men were also infected, and he had studied this strange 'magic' completely different from the magic he knew, and it was impossible to cause such serious damage without any flow of magic, and even the infected people died within two or three days.

"What happened to those who were infected?" Merlin instructed his men to study this 'magic' for a long time.

"They infect very quickly, they look like a curse-based magic, but it's very special that our cursed mages are also infected, and it seems that anyone who comes into contact with them will be infected. The man said.

Merlin frowned.

"But there are some people who have been fine since the first contact. ”

"Who?" asked Merlin suddenly, anxiously.

"It's the witch doctors and alchemists who study potions, I didn't let them participate in the originally, but they deal with corpses all year round, so they can't help but sneak over, they are also contacts but they are completely fine. "Others found it strange that many were afraid to touch the bodies of the infected, because they were covered with bumps and sarcomas. But these crazy witch doctors are all right, even if they disembowel the corpses.

Merlin was of course aware of the habits of these witch doctors, many of their strange potions were made from corpse oil, and they had been dealing with corpses all year round...... In other words, the other party's ability is likely to be between the two systems of refining and curse, who is such a person? Merlin, a dark mage who has been famous for a long time, can be named, but he just can't think of anyone with this ability.

It seems that if you want to know the result, you have to find it yourself.

"How's going on over there in Gunasa?"

"Back to the Great Lord, since the killing of Gunasa, his men have all been integrated into the Black Forest, and we have ...... those who resisted," he made a head-killing gesture.

"Very well, gather all the people, and we will set out for Gypsyin, and if he does not show up we will find him ourselves. "Now that the country has been plagued, and it is said that even the regular troops have been damaged, and there will be no resistance, and now is the best time to go, otherwise someone else will be the first to take the lead.

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Wang Cuo woke up from drunkenness, and the fruit wine was really incredible. The next day, his head was swollen, and Wang Cuo didn't know where he had run at this time...... Yesterday it was rare to go to the night field for a lap, but he didn't expect to meet a female driver, or to drive a police car, he remembered that when his hand was stroking the woman's back, he touched the sword behind her, a thin sword was nothing special, but when Wang Cuo wanted to continue, he felt a trace of stinging magic flow on the sword.

It was a magic sword...... And the flow of magic was very strange, when Wang Cuo touched it, it seemed that he saw a strange black phantom behind the other party, and the surroundings seemed to enter another space.

Fortunately, I ran well, and even if I didn't know if I would have been sucked inside.

He looked at the weather, how it was cloudy today, and there were still black clouds hanging in the distance.

It rarely rains in Gypsy, is it going to rain today?