Warlord of Chaos Chapter 131: Black Death
Chapter 131 Black Death
Because the extreme heat exhausted the soldiers, Lei Zhe ordered to set up camp early. Although it was a very tiring day, fortunately there were no accidents. Those strange-shaped Titan konjacs were just for everyone to talk about. That's all.
Setting up a camp is the job of a soldier, and Lei Zhe does not need to command these things. Soon, a large-scale military camp appeared, and the captives such as the Minotaur and Xieyan were placed in the middle, and were captured by the Torrent Legion. The tents of the soldiers were surrounded in groups. Those who should be sentry should be sentry, those who should be patrolling, and those who should be reconnaissance outside should be reconnaissance. Everything is in order.
Han Jin accompanied Sunier for a walk around, practiced for a while after returning home, and went to bed to rest, and slept until midnight when Lei Zhe's voice suddenly came in from outside the tent: "Raphael? Raphael!!"
Han Jin opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"
"Something went wrong, can I come in?"
Han Jin sat up, put on his robe as quickly as possible, then walked to the tent, lifted the curtain, and Lei Zhe walked in. Han Jin found Lei Zhe's expression was very difficult, knowing that love is not a trivial matter: "What's wrong?"
"The plague broke out in the camp, it's the Black Death!" Lei Zhe hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Raphael, can you... accompany me to see?"
"Black Death? Is it an infectious disease??"
"Yes, otherwise more than a dozen soldiers would not fall ill at once."
"Let's go, let's go together." Han Jin turned and walked towards the tent.
"Raphael, this kind of thing shouldn't bother you, but there are only three acolytes in the army, and they have nothing to do with the Black Death, so I..."
"Let's go, stop talking nonsense." Han Jin smiled.
Lei Zhe heaved a sigh of relief. The Black Death is the most ferocious plague. Although high-level professionals have strong resistance, under normal circumstances no one is willing to take risks. Lei Zhe really has no choice. He once asked those acolytes to inspect Guevara's injuries, and they all admitted that the recovery technique released by Han Jin was very effective, far beyond what they could compare to. Things, he naturally thought of Han Jin.
The sick soldier has been placed alone in a corner, a few tents stand alone in the center, with nothing around, leaving an open space of several hundred meters, and the surrounding area is heavily guarded, with about a hundred soldiers in charge of guarding Here, they not only prevent other soldiers from approaching the patient, but also prevent the patient from running out. If the patient tries to rush out, they have the right to kill the patient on the spot. No matter where it is, endangering public safety is an unforgivable act!
"Young commander, you can't go in!" Seeing Lei Zhe and Han Jin walking side by side, several soldiers hurriedly stood in front of them.
Lei Zhe was anxious in his heart, so his actions were naturally a little rough. He stretched out his hand and pushed the soldier back, and then walked past the checkpoint first. The rest of the soldiers were stunned. When they realized it, Lei Zhe Zhe had already approached the tents, and the soldiers felt a little panicked, and hurriedly sent several people to inform the rest of the generals.
There were miserable howls from the tent, sometimes it was a single person howling, sometimes several people howled together, Lei Zhe suddenly stopped in his footsteps, and said in a low voice: "It's the Black Death, Are you sure?"
"Let's see." Han Jin released two talismans, one for himself and one for Lei Zhe. Protect yourself and Lei Zhe.
There were four patients lying in the first tent, and an acolyte standing blankly at the side. Although Han Jin and Lei Zhe had made preparations in their hearts, seeing those patients, they still took them away. I was taken aback, it was so miserable! The patient's face and body were covered with black plaques, thick juice flowed out of the plaques, and those plaques were very soft and fragile. They watched a patient stroke his face in pain with his hands, and the result was Accidentally, his finger was inserted into the black spot, and his cry suddenly became more shrill, making Han Jin and Lei Zhe feel their scalps go numb.
"Is there... is there a way?" Lei Zhe asked in a low voice.
"Let's talk about it when we get out." Han Jin sighed softly, no need to look at it, no one can do anything if he is so sick. To be exact, the bodies of these patients are decomposing. Ji, he can give it a try, but now, he can only choose to sit on the sidelines.
Lei Zhe's heart sank all of a sudden, he watched the patient in a daze, for a long while, he didn't react until Han Jin pulled him hard, and silently followed Han Jin out of the tent, and the deacon followed him Outside.
"Have you seen the Black Death before?" Han Jin asked the acolyte.
"No, my lord." The deacon said with a wry smile, "If I had seen the Black Death, I wouldn't be standing here now."
"I... always feel that something is wrong." Han Jin frowned.
"Rafael, tell me, are they affected by the Titan Konjac?" Lei Zhe suddenly said, if this reason can be established, it is really doomed, almost all soldiers have smelled the Titan Konjac The smell, perhaps, will be the first army to be consumed by disease.
"Impossible." Han Jin shook his head and said, "I also smelled that smell, why is there nothing wrong?"
"Because your resistance is strong."
"What about Qili?"
Lei Zhe was taken aback, Qili was in a good condition last night, and these patients were already complaining about being unwell last night, but he didn't take it to heart at the time, he didn't expect it to turn out like this, if it was really because of Titan Konjac, Qili should also be affected.
"Young commander, you...how did you get inside?" A general shouted anxiously outside the checkpoint.
"Young commander, come out!"
The soldiers were flustered, and they called out all the generals they could think of. Lei Zhe was the successor of the former army commander, Knight Connard, and he was the goal of the entire army's spiritual sustenance. Going crazy, they gathered here one after another.
"We can't let the young commander out!" A voice said timidly.
"Who said that?!" The generals were enraged collectively.
"This is... this is an order from the young commander." The soldier was about to collapse under the watchful eyes of the generals, but he still gritted his teeth and uttered a word.
"Young commander! Young commander!!" The sudden shout came from far to near, and the general named Paul strode over.
At this moment, the moonlight suddenly penetrated the clouds and evenly sprinkled on every inch of the land. The quarrel stopped abruptly. Everyone's eyes were focused on Paul. There are patches of black spots all over his face. Although those spots are only half the size of a little finger, they are slowly expanding at a speed detectable by the naked eye.
"Young Marshal, why did the Black Death suddenly break out? You..." Paul realized the abnormality at this moment: "What are you looking at me for?"
"You..." A general pointed at Paul with a trembling hand.
"What's wrong?" Paul exclaimed.
As if you could see Paul's saliva splashing, the generals dispersed with a whoosh, and the soldiers in charge of guarding also retreated far away. The reputation of the Black Death is far higher than that of the butcher Zaguned. If you If you are willing to be a slave, Zaguned may not necessarily hurt you, but there is no possibility of any compromise with the Black Death.
"What's going on?" Paul shouted angrily, and then he suddenly covered his forehead with his hands, swayed twice, and fell to the ground slumped.
"General Paul is also infected with the Black Death!!" The deacon shouted in a trembling voice.
"This is not the Black Death!" Han Jin strode over, he finally understood what was wrong, the disease should be caused by a virus, but any kind of virus will not reproduce so fast, Paul Dark spots on the face can spread at a speed that can be detected by the naked eye, and there must be something wrong with it.
"Raphael is right, this is not the Black Death." Guevara suddenly appeared, and he looked down at Paul's face, an indescribable oppression spread from his thin body , The tumbling leaves, the floating breeze, the swaying grass, everything around stopped suddenly, including the still beating hearts of the generals, and when Guevara spoke again, the generals recovered Coming over, he staggered back a few steps, only feeling a heart beating violently in his chest, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
"This is a curse!" Guevara's voice was full of killing intent.
"Curse?" Lei Zhe was stunned.
"It seems that Zaguned has other helpers." Guevara said softly: "Some guys... really thought I became disabled, good..."
"Sir, can you save them?" Lei Zhe asked urgently.
"I'm a knight ~IndoMTL.com~ If you want to lift this curse, at least you need to find a cardinal. From the perspective of time, it's already too late." Guevara shook his head slightly.
"What curse is this?"
"Touch of Corrosion, one of the curse spells that the abyssal race is best at."
"But...if there are really enemies lurking in the dark, how did they curse so many people?"
"This is exactly what I want to find out." Guevara said slowly: "You all stay in the barracks, don't wander around, I will take a look around."
"Sir, General Paul...is it really hopeless?" Lei Zhe still didn't give up, and shouted at Guevara's back.
"If you really want to help him, kill him now." Guevara's voice came back from afar.
Paul didn't know when he woke up, he struggled to sit up, maybe because he didn't know how he fell to the ground, he opened his mouth to say something, but the muscle activity pulled the black spot, the next moment, a kind of A hiss of pain spurted from his mouth.