With the flames rushing to the sky on one side and the stinking black rain on the other, the city of Sword Castle has ushered in a scene of hell after shedding blood. In the makeshift camp set up by the exiles of Istalen, the streets were full of mad patients, who, like werewolves, roared at the moon in the sky, which they could not see at all, and chased after them, and bit when they caught up, without any reason at all.

Anyone who is bitten by them will soon become delirious and become a madman like them. In the midst of this chaos, the original source of the disease is no longer verifiable, and the fighters are helpless against the exponential increase in the number of patients, who are unable to point their weapons at their loved ones.

Equally widespread are the black thorns, which pounce wherever the sick spread, occupying walls and floors, wrapping around their ankles and hanging them upside down. The black brambles appear to be soft but the skin is tough enough that human teeth can't bite at all, and as long as they restrict the movement of these patients, their threat is reduced by 90 percent.

However, there is a price to be paid for the large-scale magic that can be unleashed, and at the source of the black thorn roots, Lolana is half-lying on a giant web woven of thorns, barely seeing a trace of blood on her face. The roots of these black thorns came from her body, bursting from the flesh of her back. Such a huge consumption would be sucked dry in an instant by an ordinary person, and as a host, Lolana did not have the same powerful recovery ability as El, she only relied on the alchemy she mastered.

With difficulty, she pulled out a tube of gold-colored reagent from her sleeve, pulled out the cork and put it in her mouth, the pungent smell made Lolana frown slightly, and an abnormal flush appeared on her face.

"How much longer are you going to try, Mr. Apache, I can't hold it for long!" she asked, struggling to her feet and turning to the busy kobold next to her.

"Alright, alright, right away, this is not a child's house, my eldest lady......" Apache waved his hand, shaking his head and waving the small shovel in his hand to read something, and the tightly trapped patient placed in front of him, his eyes had begun to white, and the white foam on the corners of his mouth was getting more and more, looking at his constant convulsions, it seemed that he was in extreme pain. But the onlookers who were present knew that as soon as he let go of his restraints, he would immediately turn into a rampaging mad dog.

Apache slapped a shovel on the patient's head, squinted his small eyes and carefully observed the patient's reaction, feeling that the effect did not seem to be obvious.

After knocking the patient unconscious, the kobold geodivinator breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his shovel and turned back to Lorana and said, "The good news is that I found the answer...... The bad news is that I don't know how to fix it. It's not magic, it's not disease, it's some kind of ...... Uh, parasites, like fungi underground. My guess is that it may be some kind of mushroom spores brought by this rain, and when absorbed by the body, it will emit some kind of hallucinogenic factor that affects the brain. ”

"Mushroom spores, poisonous mushrooms?" After hearing this answer, Lorana's mind was also blank, even with her experience as an alchemist, she had never heard of such a strange attack. All kinds of poisonous mushroom powders are very common in alchemical experiments, but it has never been heard of anyone who can put a mushroom in the clouds and turn it into rain, which is beyond human comprehension.

Whoever created such a whimsical god, the first question now is how to treat it. Even in the theory of alchemy, fungal hallucinogenic toxins are a big problem, and there are few immediate antidote programs.

"You can stun them first, and then let those little nuns try their hand at exorcism. The kobold kindly suggested. The reason why there is no need for detoxification is because I have already tried this method just now, and now it is a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"Let's give it a try, there's no other way to go. Lolana sighed, pulled out a test tube filled with gray potion from her cuff, took a deep breath and poured it down.

The black thorny roots wrapped around her back shuddered violently, turning the girl's delicate body upside down, tearing off a large piece of flesh from her back. The girl screamed involuntarily, but quickly gritted her teeth. A puff of water vapor rose from her back, enveloping the wound on her back.

It wasn't the effect of the potion, but the Black Thorn had grown faster than the host's limits, forcing her to cut off her roots to protect herself. The black thorns that had lost their host writhed like a snake, withering and drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, starting from their roots, and their appearance was carbonized as if they had been burned by fire, and the shattered powder fluttered in the wind.

The patients who had been trapped by the black thorns fell off one after another, but before they could get up from the ground to find their target, the withered powder of the black thorns fell down, leaving them unconscious.

Lolana fell to her knees, her body trembling incessantly, her face pale, and she almost couldn't hold it out in a coma. The head chef of the gray goblin, who had been preparing for the meeting, immediately rushed up, grabbed the girl's body, and brought her the thick soup to drink.

"You're still so young, how can you abuse your body like this. The kobold looked at the bloodless girl, shook his head and sighed.

"Anyway...... I just want to do a little bit more for this team. Lorana slowly recovered from her weakened state and smiled reassuringly at the kobold.

At the expense of all the black thorns, Lolana pulled all the patients under her control into the dream, which of course was inevitably injured by mistake, but at this time, she didn't care so much. The rain in the sky has no sign of stopping, which means that the crazy sick will still appear, but at least for now, the Isttalon are mentally prepared.

Orders were passed from the tents, and the remaining Istalene warriors began to regain control, bringing together the sleepers, with nuns and priests to purify them uniformly, and more manpower to deal with the sporadic appearance of new patients, and the exile camp began to function in an orderly manner.

From the beginning to the end, even when she ran out of gas, Lolana did not raise any alarm signals, because she knew better than anyone that the battle between the army and the Brotherhood in front of her would be even more dangerous at this time.

Generally speaking, Lorana's speculation is equal to the truth, and the real situation is even more confusing than she expected. The big crows who pretended to be ghosts only caused temporary confusion in the troops, and after El had dealt with the most indebted Hemcchacha, the other crows immediately dispersed. But at that time, he didn't realize that the real threat came from the delirious civilians rushing to the streets!

At first, the soldiers who were bitten by civilians showed the same symptoms, and then the soldiers who were completely uninjured began to go crazy, and by the time General Hank realized that something was wrong, the madness of friend and foe had spread. The comrade-in-arms who could have been entrusted with the back suddenly drew his sword and faced each other, which dealt a fatal blow to the soldier's psyche, and even the sober did not know how to distinguish between friend and foe.

If it were a force formed by a local lord, there would be little hope for such chaos that would be equivalent to a battalion roar. Luckily, the Night's Watch are truly elite soldiers, and their former opponents are some of the world's most unreasonable madmen. Although the situation in front of them is chaotic, it is not enough to make them lose their combat effectiveness.

A bright aura flashed in the night sky, and the soldiers who had fallen into madness showed no sign of regaining their senses, representing the failure of Tiana's efforts. As a light magician, she is proficient in illusion, and in the face of this unknown disease, she does not have the same advantage as an alchemist. A look of pain flashed in General Hank's eyes, and he waved his hand expressionlessly, giving the order to kill.

The night watchman warrior waved his butcher's knife at his comrades with tears in his eyes, as a soldier, there is no choice on the battlefield, since there is no solution to the problem, then he can only swing the knife at each other.

Tiana bit her lip and held back her tears, she cast almost all the expulsion and purification spells she knew, but there was still nothing she could do about the situation in front of her. It wasn't magic, it wasn't the plague, and she didn't even know how to describe the evil in front of her.

It is often said that knowledge is power, and for the first time now, she feels powerless. Tiana froze, as if determined, took a silver knife from her pocket and pulled open the sleeve of her left hand.

A strong hand reached from the side and grabbed her wrist like iron pincers, snatching the knife from her hand. The girl's eyes were sour, she pursed her lips and whispered, "I want to try again......"

"Save your magic against the prophet, it seems that this evil force cannot be dispelled without defeating him completely. El thrust the silver knife into his bosom, looked at the fog in front of him, and said coldly, "There is no war that can be won without bloodshed, and since we have decided to go to war, we have already made such an awareness. ”

Alarm fireworks rose in the night sky on both sides, indicating that the Istaron warriors on both wings were also in a bitter battle, and the expression on El's face remained calm under the light of the fire.

"We all underestimated the Prophet, and compared to the gang members he was in the open, these tricks were his real cards. El's eyes shimmered blue, piercing the darkness of the night. He jerked his horse's head and stretched out his bow to take aim at the shadows in the distance.

"All the troops are on alert!" General Hank, who was driving his horse around the army, also noticed the abnormality, drew his sword and shouted loudly. Thanks to the frantic soldiers, the Night's Watch troops, which had been neatly arrayed, had lost their original formation at this time, and even if they reacted immediately, they could not fill all the gaps.

Almost instantly, the fog of the darkness on the opposite side suddenly began to stir, and the running wolves rushed out of the darkness and pressed over like a tide!