The spell killed a burrowing rat, but soon a dozen other Cretan nezumi took his place. The fear of the Plague Priest's spell was not enough to outweigh their fear of the Cretan Lord, the Plague Priest's spell might take them one by one, but the Cretan Lord's wrath would consume them all.

In their cowardly hearts, each caveman was convinced that it would be their companions, not themselves, who would fall victim to the Plaguelord's curse, and a deeper fear and luck drove them to take up arms and continue their quest for their goal.

These Cretan rat men made the grave mistake of focusing all their attention on the Plague Priest, but what they didn't know was that while the spell only killed one of their companions, it did more than that.

Along with the spell was a mysterious gas that twitched the noses of the Plague Priests as the scent erupted from the Plague Priest's fingers. Their ears were filled with the painful wails of dying cavemen, and their eyes were fixed on the rapidly spreading leprosy.

Before the Cretan ratmen could get close to the Plague Priest, the priest's minions jumped on top of them. The crazed plague spellers pierced the skin of the Cretan ratmen with their rusty blades, their sharp claws grabbing at the eyes and other vital organs of their bodies, and the bitter wails of the wounded echoed through the empty tunnels.

Burrowytes' big ears are so sensitive that they can't stand even their own screams. Their faces contorted in pain, their claws slapping their heads, and some even stabbing their ears directly into their ears to block out the shrill howls in the tunnels.

Although there were four times as many cavemen as the Plague Spellers, they could not resist the almost insane suicidal resistance of the green-robed ratmen. Those plague spellmasters are madmen, every organ in their body can be used as a weapon of attack, and once bitten by these madmen, the wound will begin to deteriorate violently, and in an instant, there will be a massive ulceration around the wound.

The brave Cretan attack faltered, but death overcame their fear of their lord, and they began to retreat into the tunnels, and as the Cretan rats were defeated, more and more troglodytes died under the Plague Spellmaster's sword, and eventually only a few troglodytes fled the scene, while most of the dead or dying nezumi were left in place.

The Plague Priest squinted at the assassination, which seemed to him to be too simple, not even the danger of falling into the pit and suffocating to death in the latrine. There's a reason why the two families of Ciri and Voss are despised and ostracized, and that's because they're so weak that no murder group, no matter how desperate, will expect them to do the job for them.

Just as the Plague Priest was basking in the joy of victory, he suddenly found a brown-furred rat-man slashing at his neck with a sword. The priest raised the wooden staff in his hand to block the blow with ease, and the assassin's jagged blade was deeply stuck in the wooden staff.

The priest saw a visceral hatred in the bright red eyes under the brim of the assassin's hat, but the current situation did not allow him to doubt, and the assassin saw that the sneak attack was unsuccessful, so he jerked his feet and kicked the priest in the chest.

As the assassin's claws rubbed harmlessly against the chain mail under his green robes, the Plague Priest giggled triumphantly. The Assassin had not given enough thought to what might be hiding under the Plague Priest's robes, and his attempt to eviscerate the Priest with his sharp claws was thwarted, and he prepared to pull out the sword stuck in the wooden staff for his next attack.

But he soon found out that it was much more difficult than he had imagined, and the assassin tried with all his might to pull the sword out, but the sword seemed to have taken root, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move. The Assassin's eyes were filled with fear, and he looked down at his feet, the fur on his lower body began to peel off, and the exposed flesh began to slide off the bones as it rotted.

As the assassin tries to escape, the Plague Priest lets out a disgusting laugh. How fortunate this ignorant was to be able to experience first-hand the spells summoned by the prayers of the great priests. The green smoke that surrounded the priest was the epitome of the corrupting power of the curse, a spell that was not harmful to true believers, but was unimaginably corrosive and deadly to these infidels.

The Assassin whimpered in panic as he let go of his also corroded sword, and was about to flee the scene when the Plague Priest's wooden staff swung over him and struck him the chin. The already rotting bones were shattered to pieces in an instant, and the wounded Assassin choked on his own blood, slumped to the ground, and shrunk into a ball of pain.

At this moment, a halberd blade suddenly flew towards the Plague Priest, and with a single sword, the sharp corners of the priest's head were cut in half, and the priest's head was almost about to move. The priest leaped backwards, moving extremely quickly, in stark contrast to his large, bloated frame.

He noticed that in a hole in the ceiling was another Assassin staring at him, a strong warrior in brown fur, apparently not a Cretan rat man. It seems that Ciri is simply using the caveworms as a distraction and a tool to bear the blame, leaving the real murder to their own warriors.

But for the Plague Priest alike, he was determined to give the bugs a taste of the price of their arrogance. Another ancient incantation rang out of the Plague Priest's mouth as the Assassin above jumped from the cave above, green flames flashed through his eyes, and the air was instantly filled with the disgusting buzzing sound of flies.

The heavily armed Assassin believed that his weapon would easily break through the priest's spell defenses, and it was this brainless confidence that would teach him the only death lesson of his life.

On the walls of the tunnel, swarms of maggots crawled out wriggling. As soon as they crawled out of the ground, they formed one pupa after another, and then the pupae quickly cracked, and one after another fluffy flies flew out of the pupae, but these creatures were a little strange compared to the flies.

The flies swarmed towards the Assassins, who soon enveloped an entire Assassin and devoured the flesh and blood of the Assassins. The Assassin who came down first screamed in pain, and as he struggled to chase away the flies in his eyes, he found that his eyes were completely black, and his eyes had already been eaten by the little ones, who were constantly burrowing into his brain.

If there were other Assassins lurking on the ceiling, the fate of this companion should make them reconsider whether they should unwisely challenge the Plague Priest's spells.

Eventually, the Assassin could no longer stand the torture, and took the halberd in his hand and severed his neck, his expression of relief at the time of his death, which was not enough for the Plague Priest.

The priest is torturing these arrogant fellows in a vengeful way to obtain supreme spiritual pleasure. All his enemies will die a slow and painful death, instead of interrupting himself early to appreciate this wonderful moment like this disappointing fellow.

And that's just the beginning, the real party isn't going to begin.......