Because of the heat, the soldiers had used up too much of their energy, so Léger gave the order to set up camp early. Although it was a tiring day, there were no accidents. The strange Titan Kojac only gave everyone something to talk about.
Setting up camp was a soldier's job, so there was no need for Léger to direct them. Soon, a large military camp appeared. The Minotaurs, Beholders, and other captives were arranged in the center, surrounded by the tents of the Riptide soldiers. Those who were supposed to be on guard duty were on patrol duty, and those who were supposed to be on patrol were on patrol duty. Everything was done in an orderly manner.
Han Jin accompanied Sunier to walk around, then went back to train for a while before going to bed to rest. He slept until midnight, when Léger's voice suddenly came from outside the tent, "Raphael? Raphael!! "
Han Jin opened his eyes, "What's the matter?"
"There's a problem, can I come in?"
Han Jin sat up and put on his robe as fast as he could. He then walked to the tent and lifted the curtain. Léger walked in, and Han Jin saw that Léger's expression was difficult to understand. He knew that it wasn't a small matter, "What's wrong?"
"There's a plague in the camp, it's the Black Death!" Léger hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Raphael, can you … … accompany me to take a look?"
"Black Death? Is it an infectious disease? "
"Yes, otherwise more than ten soldiers wouldn't have fallen sick at once."
"Let's go, we'll go together." Han Jin turned around and walked towards the tent.
"Raphael, I shouldn't trouble you with this kind of thing, but there are only three deacons in the army, and they can't do anything about the Black Death, so I … …"
"Let's go. Don't talk nonsense," Han Jin said with a smile.
Léger heaved a sigh of relief. The Black Death was one of the most ferocious plagues. Although high-grade professions had strong resistance against it, under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to risk their lives. Léger was at his wit's end. He had asked the deacons to check on Han Jin's injuries, and they all admitted that the effects of Han Jin's healing spells were superb. Now that the deacons were at their wits' end, he naturally thought of Han Jin.
The sick soldiers had already been placed in a corner by themselves. A few tents stood alone in the center. There was nothing around them, only a few hundred meters of empty space. The surroundings were heavily guarded. There were about a hundred soldiers in charge of guarding this area. Not only did they have to prevent other soldiers from approaching the sick, they also had to prevent the sick from running out. If the sick tried to rush out, they had the right to kill them on the spot. No matter where it was, endangering the safety of the public was an unforgivable act!
"Young Marshal, you can't go in!" Seeing Léger and Han Jin walking side by side, a few soldiers hurriedly stood in front of them and blocked their path.
Léger was anxious, so his actions were naturally rude. He reached out and pushed the soldier, causing him to stagger. He then walked past the checkpoint first. The rest of the soldiers were stunned. By the time they reacted, Léger had already approached the tents. The soldiers panicked and hurriedly sent a few of them to inform the other generals.
Mournful screams came from the tents. Sometimes it was just one person, sometimes it was several people. Léger suddenly stopped and whispered, "It's the Black Death. Are you confident?"
"Let's wait and see." Han Jin released two talismans, one for himself and the other for Léger. Even if he couldn't cure the disease, he could at least protect himself and Léger.
There were four sick people lying in the first tent. There was also a deacon standing by the side. Although Han Jin and Léger were mentally prepared, they were still shocked when they saw the sick people. It was too miserable! The sick people's faces and bodies were covered with black patches. Thick liquid flowed out from the patches, and the patches were very soft and fragile. They watched as one of the sick people painfully caressed his face. In the end, he accidentally inserted his fingers into the black patches. His screams became even more mournful, causing Han Jin and Léger's scalps to tingle.
"Is … … Is there a way?" Léger whispered.
"Let's talk about it outside." Han Jin sighed. There was no need to look. No one could do anything about the sick people. To be exact, the bodies of these sick people were rotting. If he had completed the Great Foundation Establishment, he could give it a try. But now, he could only choose to be a bystander.
Léger's heart sank. He looked at the sick people in a daze. After a long time, Han Jin pulled him hard. He silently followed Han Jin out of the tent. The deacon also followed outside.
"Have you seen the Black Death before?" Han Jin asked the deacon.
"No, sir." The deacon smiled bitterly. "If I had, I wouldn't be standing here now."
"I … … I keep feeling that something is wrong." Han Jin frowned.
"Raphael, do you think they were affected by the Titan Kojac?" Léger suddenly said. If this reason was true, then they were really finished. Almost all the soldiers had smelled the Titan Kojac. Perhaps, they would become the first army to be swallowed by the disease.
"Impossible." Han Jin shook his head. "I also smelled the same smell. How come nothing happened?"
"Because your resistance is strong."
"Then what about Qi Li?"
Léger was stunned. Qi Li was in good condition last night, and these sick people had already complained that they were not feeling well last night. He just didn't take it to heart. He didn't expect it to become like this. If it was really because of the Titan Kojac, Qi Li should also be affected.
"Young Marshal, you … … Why did you run inside?" A general anxiously shouted outside the sentry post.
"Young Marshal, come out quickly!"
The soldiers panicked and shouted all the generals they could think of. Léger was the successor of the former Legion Commander, Knight of Conrad. He was also the spiritual target of all the soldiers. The generals were almost crazy and gathered around.
"We can't let the Young Marshal come out!" A timid voice said.
"Who said that?!" The generals were furious.
"This … … This is the Young Marshal's order." The soldier was about to collapse under the gaze of the generals, but he still squeezed out a sentence.
"Young Marshal! Young Marshal!! "The sudden shout came from afar, and the general named Paul strode over.
At this moment, the moonlight suddenly penetrated through the clouds and evenly sprinkled on every inch of the ground. The quarrel stopped abruptly. Everyone's eyes were focused on Paul. They could clearly see that Paul's face was covered with black spots. Although those black spots were only half the size of a pinky finger, they were slowly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Young Marshal, why did the Black Death suddenly break out? You all … … "Paul only noticed the abnormality at this moment." Why are you all looking at me? "
"You … …" A general reached out a trembling hand and pointed at Paul.
"What's wrong?" Paul shouted.
As if they could see Paul's spitting saliva, the generals scattered outside. The soldiers in charge of guarding also retreated far away. The Black Death's reputation was far above that of Zagunéd the Butcher. If you were willing to be a slave, Zagunéd wouldn't necessarily hurt you. However, there was no possibility of compromise with the Black Death.
"What's going on?" Paul shouted angrily. Then, he suddenly covered his forehead with his hand. His body swayed twice and fell to the ground.
"General Paul is also infected with the Black Death!!" The deacon shouted with a trembling voice.
"This isn't the Black Death!" Han Jin strode over. He finally understood what was wrong. The disease should be caused by a virus. However, no virus could reproduce so quickly. The black spots on Paul's face were expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. There must be something wrong with it.
"Raphael is right. This isn't the Black Death." Guevara suddenly appeared. He looked down at Paul's face. An indescribable pressure spread out from his thin body. The rolling leaves, the floating breeze, the swaying grass, and everything in the surroundings suddenly stopped, including the beating hearts of the generals. When Guevara spoke again, the generals recovered and staggered a few steps back. They could only feel their hearts beating wildly in their chests as if they were going to jump out of their throats.
"This is a curse!" Guevara's voice was filled with murderous intent.
"A curse?" Léger was stunned.
"Looks like Zagunéd has other helpers." Guevara said softly, "Some people … really think that I've become disabled. Very well …"
"Sir, can you save them?" Léger asked anxiously.
"I'm a Knight. If I want to remove this curse, I need to find at least a Cardinal. From the looks of it, it's already too late." Guevara shook his head slightly.
"What kind of curse is this?"
"The Touch of Corrosion, one of the most proficient curses of the Abyss Race."
"But … if there are really enemies hiding in the dark, how did they curse so many people?"
"This is what I want to know," Guevara said slowly. "All of you stay in the camp and don't wander off. I'll take a look around."
"Sir, General Paul … is there really no hope?" Léger did not give up and shouted at Guevara's back.
"If you really want to help him, now is the time to kill him." Guevara's voice came from afar.
No one knew when Paul woke up. He struggled to sit up. Perhaps it was because he did not know why he fell to the ground. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the movement of his muscles pulled the black spots. The next moment, a painful scream came out of his mouth.
(Yesterday, my internet fees expired without any notice. When I finished typing in the middle of the night and was about to post, I realized that I couldn't go online. There's nothing I can do. But I didn't idle around. Otherwise, I wouldn't have posted three chapters in one go. If I add one more chapter, I should be able to make up for my debt.)
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