The thought sent shudders down the sleeves of Solomon, who had fought many battles in his life, but never had any war been as strange as the one he was now.

They were fighting an invisible adversary, his bravest warriors, no enemy could defeat them, but now they were dead by the invisible sword.

Extensive attrition occurred on the seventh day after the expedition.

On this day, hundreds of Wing warriors died, many of whom were Solomon's cronies, and Solomon could call them by name.

Including the coachman who had gone with him to rescue Lanita, who was also emaciated, with a swollen throat and difficulty breathing, the accompanying wizard bled him, but it didn't help.

He died of agony, and the interpreter he had been with that day had fallen ill two days earlier.

But Solomon still didn't stop the army from advancing, and although he didn't want to admit it, Solomon realized that the strange thing that was happening to them at the moment was probably related to the Twin Religions.

The self-proclaimed prophet is undoubtedly a powerful wizard with an incomparably powerful evil sorcery.

Perhaps only by defeating him can the curse on them be lifted.

And don't look at the dwarves and the nobles of the empire who have surrendered to them now, but once these hyenas find that the ropes around their necks are starting to loosen, and their masters behind them show weakness, they may turn around and bite back.

Therefore, Solomon must show a tough stance and continue to push the front forward.

In fact, the best thing to do now is to abandon all the allies and directly lead the army of 10,000 Winged Clan and the Storm Monarch to the Green Field.

Just like when they went straight from Crab Point to Lionheart, they gave full play to the advantages of the WingClan.

However, Merlin now has a dragon in his hand, and the white dragon has become so strong for some reason.

If there was no curse, Solomon would still be able to rely on the dragon hunting method left by his ancestors to kill the white dragon, but now even if they can succeed, they will have to pay tenfold, a hundredfold price.

This is too risky, and the key is that Solomon is not sure if Li Yu and Ilea still have any behind.

The Wing Clan commander took out a map of the West, and he saw a swamp called Gaigu on the west side of the Greens, and if Ilea hid her army in the swamp and didn't choose to fight him head-on.

As time goes on, the situation is likely to become more and more unfavorable for him.

Ever since he came to Brattis, Solomon has been fighting successively, but he still does not dare to let up, because he only has 10,000 men at hand.

As long as you lose the last game, it will be difficult to have a chance to turn the tables back.

After weighing up, Solomon decided to go ahead with the original plan, leaving the dwarves and the rebellious nobles to take the lead in the fight against the House of Arias and their allies.

His Winged Clan army and dragons were saved for the crucial moment to strike and seal the victory in one fell swoop.

It was a beautiful idea, but Solomon underestimated the horror of the curse.

With each additional day, more of his army were cursed, and it grew at an astonishing rate.

Even the sorcerers who accompanied the army to treat the wounded could not resist the evil force, and many died one after another.

And that's not all, just the night before the capture of the city in the lake, Solomon himself fell ill, and although it was not long, he soon came to his senses again.

But his physical condition was not very good, and he didn't even summon the city lord of Lake City as planned, but just hurriedly replenished some food and grass, and urged the army to continue advancing.

But on the very next day, Solomon fainted again while he was on military business.

At this time, fully 2,000 of the 10,000 troops he brought with him were infected with a strange disease.

When Solomon awoke, the officers and wizards below came to persuade him to abandon his plan to attack the western frontier for the time being.

After thinking about it, the Wing Clan commander only listened to half of the suggestion, allowing the Wing Clan to return to the city in the lake to rest first, but the rest of the people had to move on.

Seeing that Rock Snow City is already within reach, Solomon doesn't want to stop at this time, and if Merlin and Shuangxiu don't get rid of it, the curse on them can't be unraveled.

There were quite a few people in the army that Solomon brought to attack the western frontier this time, even if he included 10,000 winged warriors, there were nearly 70,000 horses, including the nobles of the western frontier and their armies recruited along the way.

These people alone have a good chance of winning against Ilea and her allies.

Solomon intends to rest in the city of the lake for a few days, breathe a sigh of relief, and when the curse is lessened, he will set out again, catch up with the allies in front of him, take the green fields in one fell swoop, and crush the rebels hiding there.

It's a beautiful idea, but the reality is once again showing its brutal side.

In the City of the Lake, the already exhausted Wing warriors were given their long-awaited bread, hot broth, and warm beds...... But these things don't make them better.

The death toll continues to rise.

The semi-confined indoor environment has accelerated the spread of the virus, and more and more people are infected, but the wizards are helpless and unable to protect themselves.

On the third day back in the city, some people even began to have a nervous breakdown, and could not bear the tremendous pressure and slit their throats with a knife.

Solomon lay in his hospital bed, listening to the new death toll reported below, which had exceeded fifteen hundred.

If Solomon remembers correctly, this was the largest casualty they had ever suffered since they set foot on the continent.

And the commander of the Wing Clan knows very well that this is far from the end, just the beginning.

They're finished.

Who would have thought a month ago that this invincible and invincible Wing Clan army would end up in such a way.

Solomon didn't say anything this time, didn't issue any orders, just waved his hand and told the man to retreat.

Because there's nothing he can do about it.

What had happened here was beyond his ability or even comprehension.

The Wing Clan Marshal remembered that one afternoon a month ago, the young Hughes named Redio walked into his mansion with his head held high.

In front of him, he spit out that sentence without fear

- You can only stop there.

What Solomon felt at this time was no longer anger, but fear, deep fear.

The god named Saturday was running through the crowd with a sharp blade in his hand.

And he couldn't do anything.

Solomon felt tired and tried to close his eyes, but then the door was slammed open, and the Winged warrior who had come to report his injuries stumbled back.

His face was also full of horror, and he still held something in his hand.

Solomon struggled to open his eyes and look into the palm of his hand.

It was a dead crow.

"In heaven, crows are in heaven!! Crows are falling in the sky, they, they're dying!! Lord Solomon! The comer exclaimed, his tone frightened.

"This land curses us, curses all the creatures in the sky."