Dark Realm.

The stench of stagnant water and swamps creates an alternative atmosphere, but even in this environment, the rotten aura of the Plague Spellmaster stands out. Inside the stone-walled vaults, the rotting green robes of the nezumi clinged to their filthy fur, and not even among the rats would want to be close to these creatures, after all, no one could stand the suffocating smell of these creatures.

Standing on a pile of broken bricks, the warlord Ciri saw that the usually valiant warrior was covering his nose with a blood-soaked rag in an attempt to suppress the stench.

The dozen or so armored nezumi around Ciri were not so lucky, as their keen sense of smell made them particularly sensitive to the stench that permeated them. At first, they subconsciously held their breath, but when the breath was over, they had to inhale in large gulps, and the green gas of the air entered the rat people's bodies in large quantities.

For a while, their throats and lungs seemed to be crawling with thousands of ants, so that they began to cough uncontrollably, and as the cough intensified, vomiting and coughing up blood continued to appear. Eventually, their throats and lungs were broken, and they had to twist and struggle to wriggle on the ground in order to be freed.

The Plague Spellmaster was unconcerned about the plight of his kind, his pus-covered lips pulling away from his fangs with a look of contempt. The Plague Spell Masters also don't have much affection for these stupid kinds, and in the eyes of the Plague Spell Masters, they are the true descendants of the Curse God, and only they know the true face of the God.

These mournful kindreds knew nothing of God, and could not or would not accept the seemingly harmful glory of the cursed gods, and the plague spellmaster sighed helplessly as he looked at his holy body, and then at his own ugly appearance.

However, at least they have a brain that is not stupid, and they have the same learning ability as those low-level creatures, and when they understand it, they should choose to join the Plague faction, otherwise there is no other way for them but to perish, the Plague Spellmaster thought.

The Plague Priest pulled up his tattered hood, revealing a horribly rotten face. The remnants of the once white mottled fur darkened and then turned jaundice brownish-yellow. The flesh on his bare cheeks had long since rotted, and with each step he took, the skin on his body would fall to the ground along with the flesh, and yellow pus would flow from where the flesh had fallen, and soon the ground would be a disgusting yellow.

The Plague Priest's whole body seemed to be proof that only the moving eyes were a living thing, and like the rest of the body, the flesh around his eyes had rotted, and the two eyes seemed to be embedded in a great depression, but in the shadows of the deep sockets there were two frenetic and energetic lights.

Ciri instantly stood up from his seat when he saw the Plague Priest approaching, and straightened his back to make sure he could be in a higher position. For nezumi, high-status people always like to stand on a high place and talk to others, this is because nezumi are naturally afraid of taller creatures.

The Warlord chose a high ground for this purpose to show his dominance, but unfortunately, the Plague Priest did not feel the slightest discomfort from the high position created by Ciri, and he walked straight up to the high ground where Ciri was, and did not stop until he was a few steps away from Ciri, because the Plague Priest's tall stature could be taller than Ciri even if he stood here.

Ciri looked at his aching men uneasily, furious at their weakness in front of the Plague Priest. He had expected these fellows to present a formidable sight in front of the Plague Priest, and he thought that even if his majesty and might not work, the weapons in the hands of these guards would give the Plague Priest enough respect for him.

But instead of maintaining their majesty, these wastes even put on a pathetic appearance, which is really a shame and a shame. Ciri put down the rag in his hand and raised his forehead, and said to the Plague Priest with a strong sense of composure, "This new plague will kill many, many human beings, and it will make them so weak that they can be conquered by us at any time. ”

The Plague Priest leaned his bloated body against the wooden staff clutched by his leprosy paws, and stared at the Warlord with a hostile gaze, "Why are the House of Voss talking to the House of Birob at the meeting? ”

Ciri flicked his tail with joy after hearing the words of the Plague Priest, and despite the Plague Clan's intense religious fervor and insane devotion, Ciri learned from his words that the Plague were as greedy and selfish as the other nezumi, and that their ranks were full of competition and narrow ambitions.

Birob is his main rival as the Plague Priest speaks, and while the spies hired by Ciri can't agree on whether Birob stole the Plague's secrets from the Plague Priest or if Birob is trying to steal the new Plague from the Plague Priest, it doesn't matter to Ciri because that's enough, and the suspicion and grudge are there, waiting to be exploited.

"We want to find a friend among the plagues." Ciri explained, "We were worried that you, the Plague Priest, wouldn't be able to meet us, so we found a lower-ranking Archcontor, but after talking to Birob, we decided that you were more worthy of our trust. Throughout the speech, Ciri put on a reassuring gesture so that the pastor could feel his kindness and respect.

"Friends?" The Plague Priest sneered, a ridiculous word for the nezumi, "Let's be clear, what do you get?" ”

"Alliance." Ciri was overjoyed to see the Plague Priest take the bait, and pointed his bloody rag at his warrior and the priest's spell master and said, "We're in charge of stopping the warrior from helping you, and you're going to use this new plague to help us deal with the Highlanders." ”

The Plague Priest's rotten lips opened again to reveal his black fangs, and he sneered, "The Great Sage said that the plague would be used against the humans of the South, and this was voted on by the Council, and the Lord Lord agreed to this approach. ”

"They have too much power!" Ciri roared loudly, "Not only Blacktail, but his accomplices have too much power, and they even think that the entire Dark Realm should be under their rule. ”

"Sounds interesting, best warriors, lots of black furs." The Plague Priest's body trembled again with the new pleasures, "But you don't have that much black fur to pay. ”

"Then you can change the plague so that he can kill the nezumi of the spell faction, so that you can get more of the spoils after the war."

The Plague Priest narrowed his eyes and looked at Ciri with a look of suspicion, and Ciri licked his fangs, patiently waiting for the Plague Priest to react to his treasonous remarks. He believed that the Plague Priest might not be interested in helping him defeat the Highlanders, but none of the Nezumen would ignore great gains and seek higher positions.

"Among them are friends of the plague clan, and all we have to do now is to conquer the human race and reap more benefits." After the Plague Priest finished speaking, he looked at Ciri with a slightly mocking look and said with a smile, "You are not very strong, and joining forces with you is only harmful, not beneficial." ”