The Plague Priest left with his entourage, and Ciri stared at the Plague Priest's back in the distance, resisting the urge to jump in and slice the damn thing to pieces, because the meeting had been known to so many people that the Plague Lord would be the first to suspect himself when he learned that his priest was dead.

Ciri had already countered the Plague Priest's rejection, in fact, before he came to meet the Plague Priest, Ciri had already said similar things to Birob today, and had made a deal with the Plague Archspell Master to get rid of the Plague Priest for him. And that's the real purpose of this meeting—to determine if the Plague Priest is willing to be a better ally on his side.

If the Plague Priest wanted to, he would have teamed up with Voss to get rid of Birob for him, but now that the Plague Priest has made his mind clear, it all goes back to the original plan, which means that he will fulfill his agreement with Birob.

Ciri kicked the guards on the ground a few times, signaling them to stop playing dead. The heavily armed soldiers hurriedly got up after hearing Ciri's roar, and their eyes were full of murderous aura after receiving the order to attack, as the elite troops of the nezumi, when did they suffer such humiliation, even if they did not have Ciri's order, they would have to take revenge sooner or later.

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The Plague Priest strode along the damp, filthy tunnel, his wooden staff tapping against the bare earthen walls, the sound of the beating matched with the melancholy chanting of the Plague Spell Masters beside him, making his surroundings seem more ancient and mysterious. In the narrow tunnels, apart from the song of disease and decay, all that was left was the rustle of rats scurrying down the corridor.

The Plague Priest's mind tossed and turned, pondering the treacherous offer of the Warlord Ciri. The hatred and rivalry between Ciri and Voss on the one hand and the Great Sage on the other hand is well known, and there have been many public quarrels between the two sides, and even Ciri's legions have been involved in local wars with the Conjurer faction in the tunnels and caverns of the Underground Empire.

But sometimes the two factions also choose to work together, plotting together to use their combined forces to destroy a faction that is about to threaten their position, so it is dangerous to believe too much in their rivalry.

The Plague Priest thinks that Ciri is too outspoken about the so-called plan to overthrow the Great Sage, and he doesn't think he has such a good friendship with Ciri, and what Ciri says seems to him to be more of a slip of the tongue from overexcitement.

And Ciri's body tone is too restrained, which is also in stark contrast to his nonchalant excitement. This was an "oversight", and the pastor quickly realized that it was a deliberate negligence on the part of Ciri, and that he must have had other intentions in doing so, but the question was what exactly Ciri wanted from this?

The priest scratched his chin with his paws, and suddenly a new idea occurred. What if they were planning to leave the Plague Monastery for themselves, not Birob?

Birob is ambitious but impatient, and the War Lord's rebellion against him may have inspired Birob to start his plot, and after getting rid of him, Birob will become the elder of the Plague Monastery and the chief designer of the next development of the new plague.

The Plague Priest's ears were pressed against his skull, a habit he developed whenever he thought. Judging by the way Ciri talked, it seemed that they already knew what the further development of the plague would look like.

The Plaguelord has created a plague against humans, and the next step will be to improve its properties so that it can also cause damage to other races. Highlanders, mountain ghosts, forest ghosts, demon clans........ And, of course, any nezumi who refuses to accept the true face of the cursed god. Spies may already know some of the Plague Monastery's intentions, but are unable to delve into it as few Spies survive the monastery's pyloritic gas for long.

No, there is another possibility. Birob may have tried to forge a new alliance beyond the Plague Monastery and the Plague Race, and it is likely that he has revealed to Ciri and the others his plans to unleash a broader plague.

But if that's the case, then why does Ciri still have to meet with her?

The Plague Priest spun around, his staff clutched tightly in his paws, his swollen body rising and falling in rapid breathing, his frightened heart pounding in his chest. His eyes quickly scanned the dark, damp tunnels around him, every dark niche and gloomy cavern would become the object of his suspicion, and he roared at his plague spellers to warn them, ordering them to prepare for the enemy.

Beneath the streets of the Dark Realm, the hallways are filled with busy rat people. In winter, the cold winter descended on the ground, filling the muddy paths with frost and ice. But underneath, the tunnels always maintain almost suffocating heats due to the heat emitted from the bodies of thousands of rats.

At this point, there should be hundreds of rats running around the hallway, pushing and shoving and shoving between the rats. Even considering that most nezumi have an instinctive fear and aversion to the plagues, at least some vehicles should be present with them.

And the current situation is definitely not normal. The Plague Priest raised his nose, sniffing out what had kept the other rats out of the tunnel. His mind was full of thoughts of sappers using ropes to pull down the hallway, or a horde of rampaging wolves being released into the hallway.

Whatever was going to happen, the false news should have spread among the nezumi, and it was for this reason that the tunnel, which should have been full of people, was now empty.

The Plague Priest spat out a thick liquid from his body, and then recited the incantation to the god of incantations. The air around the Plague Spellmaster's body became more and more cloudy, enveloping him in a layer of green smoke. The rats crawled down the corridors, and when they smelled the Plague Priest's scent, their terrified cries filled the tunnel, and they began to flee the terrible priest as fast as they could.

"Curse Array." As soon as the priest's words came out, the tunnels were filled with fierce battle cries. A swarm of roaring rat-men poured into the fog around the priest from a dozen hidden holes and pits. These nezumi were ragged, hideous-looking, unkempt, and pale as dead skin. Their scrawny bodies were clinged to filthy crumbled steps and rusty armor, and stone axes and bone knives clutched in their claws.

The ambushers painstakingly smeared feces on themselves to mask their scent, but the Plague Spellmasters didn't need to smell their enemies to recognize them. Each attacker had a misshapen appearance, huge flapping ears drooping from their skulls, and huge black eyes protruding from their faces.

There is no doubt that these are the cavemen of the Cretan family, their kind who inhabit the twisted mines beneath the Dark Realm, barely sustaining their lives as cavemen far from the sun and the surface. They rarely venture to higher ground, except when they come out of the ground to steal some nezumi cubs from other rats in search of provisions.

In the dark country, there are not only the native rats of the Shenzhou continent, but also the rat groups that have migrated from the middle continent or the west, in order to show their respect for them, they are specially allowed to use their original family names, and they are allowed not to be sinicized, they can retain their original customs, and this Cretan rat man fled from the far west.

These Cretan warriors struck at the Plague Priest with weapons in their hands, and for these perennial despised and abandoned fellows, there was nothing more honorable than killing such a famous nezumi. It can be said that Ciri's plan is almost foolproof, but he misestimated one thing, and that is the strength of the Plague Priest.

The Plague Priest stretched out his paws and pointed his rotting fingers at the front burrowing rat. A green light gathered on his finger and shot towards the burrowyte, which easily pierced the burrowyte's chest and abdomen, and then the burrowydian instantly collapsed to the ground, his fur turned pale, and the wounds on his body began to show symptoms of leprosy.

The wounded mouse screamed in horror, but his screams were soon interrupted by the stone axes of his companions behind him.