Chapter 963 Lord of Plague, You Are Going Against Me and Are Seeking Death! (Ye Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 1 Update)

As the plague girl screamed, black clouds were like a wall, pressing straight forward.

The soldiers nervously held the masks on their faces. Some people worked hard to tie the fur tightly, some pushed the hood down, and some were ruthless and cut off a piece of fur from the hem of their clothes and covered their mouths and noses with another layer...

Gretel silently added a layer of bubble technique to himself. In addition to the bubble technique, he also covered himself with a layer of mage armor. Thinking about it, it’s still unreliable. Another layer of wind wall... No matter what kind of plague wind you have, as long as it can’t touch me, it won’t make me sick!

After finishing preparations, he turned around and saw a circle of flames surrounding Cerela. The diameter was golden red, burning brightly, making her whole body look like a big light bulb.

"Cerilla! Don't make it so conspicuous!"

Grete shouted nervously. The silver dragon girl waved her hand carelessly:

"I'm going to burn them! Those bugs, those... I don't want them to touch me! Not at all!"

Grete sighed and stopped talking. There is no silver dragon who doesn't like to be clean. Even if those damn things are on her body, even if they are close, it will be uncomfortable to see them. As for what if there are too many insects attacking and the fire ring is broken?

Just kidding, Silver Dragon's magic power reserves are, God knows, hundreds of thousands of times greater than his! He can withstand it, Cerela will definitely be fine!

In the time it took for these two sentences to be said, black clouds were rolling in and had arrived in front of the formation. The White-Horned King screamed vigorously, and the blue-black light on his body shone brightly, connecting with the light on the bulls. Lower your head, rush forward, stamp your feet, raise your head——

Continuous blue-black light rushed upward, colliding head-on with the black cloud blown by the disease girl. With a bang, Grete swayed on the back of the bull, and saw the black clouds being scooped up by their roots and blown directly into the sky, and the entire sky was blackened!

"good!"

"here you go!"

"The White-Horned King! The White-Horned King! The White-Horned King!"

"Moo——"

The soldiers cheered. The black clouds were blown up, dispersed, and lifted high into the sky, then gradually thinned under the sunlight. When it fell again, it was already strands and weak. The strong bison shook their backs and shook it off.

"This disease girl doesn't seem that strong?"

Cerela breathed a sigh of relief and commented softly in the psychic connection. Gretel's face was solemn:

"Don't worry. This is the first round... the gods that can make the White-Horned King stand ready are definitely not that weak!"

"I know! It's not like I didn't see it!"

In the field of vision of [Detect Magic], the light on the diseased girl was one level brighter than that of the White-Horned King. It takes the buffalo king, his descendants, and the strong men from each tribe to deal with it.

Is this the result of being weakened?

The screams continued, and the black clouds and green light collided continuously. The White-Horned King led his descendants, rushing left and right in the black clouds, tearing the black mist apart again and again;

Warriors from various tribes accompanied the bison, wielding battle axes, war hammers, clubs, and various weapons. The wind roared on the weapons, beating the fine black mist into annihilation;

The weaker warriors formed formations, waving weapons and torches, fighting against the flies, mosquitoes, rats, etc. The shaman priests are constantly playing music and dancing, driving the power of the totem god and constantly blessing the tribe...

Black clouds rolled in, and the sound of killing shook the sky. After tearing it back and forth for seven or eight times in a row, the disease girl suddenly disintegrated and pounced down. The dementor-like thin form turned into a black cloud, weighing heavily on the entire battlefield.

Thump, thump, thump...

On the backs of the oxen and beside the bison, soldiers kept falling. They grabbed their chests, choked their throats, rolled all over the ground, and gradually stopped moving... There were also some bison running, and their hooves gave way and they fell down.

The red light around Serira suddenly lit up, burning fiercely, creating a gap of five or six meters in diameter around it. Even the bull below was protected inside, and Grete could hear the bull's excited cries on the turbulent battlefield.

With such an eye-catching symbol, black clouds naturally quickly gathered towards her, surrounding the silver dragon girl layer after layer. However, the ring of fire remained standing, and Gretel could see the golden red shining in the black clouds even ten meters away.

The White-Horned King desperately came back to help. The huge kestrel phantoms and bison phantoms also appeared in the sky above the battlefield, flapping their wings and tearing their claws, stepping on their horns with their hooves, trying hard to tear apart the black clouds.

Suddenly, the black energy disappeared and returned to the dementor form. The plague girl's sharp whistle spread across the battlefield:

"Why so few! Why! Why! Why -"

Less? Gretel looked around blankly. Quite a few soldiers have been knocked down by the plague. On the battle line and in the charging ranks, there are figures rolling down everywhere. As for the bison, he also saw more than a dozen fallen...

However, the resonant cry of the White-Horned King immediately spread throughout the audience. Gretel started animal communication in time, and then he heard full confidence and a lot of ridicule from his voice:

"Plague Girl! Your power has weakened! My descendants are no longer afraid of you!"

A large herd of bison followed with a long neigh. They shook their heads gently, and the gas masks on their heads. With the protection of this thing, when the dark clouds filled the air, they actually didn't fall!

Instead, more soldiers fell. There was no way, Gretel also wanted to persuade the soldiers to use gas masks, and even rubbed a few on them... However, the soldiers generally reported that this thing was too uncomfortable to wear and not breathable, and they would be out of breath after cutting a few axes. Don't!

There was nothing Gretel could do about it. Gas masks have poor air permeability and put great pressure on the heart and lungs. This is a problem that modern society cannot solve. Of course, you can use a purification array instead of activated charcoal, but Grete is not familiar with enchantment, so it would be too slow to rub it in...

So, in the end, only the descendants of King White Horn enjoyed the treatment of gas masks.

In order to prevent the plague girl from forcing bacteria and even fungi to multiply and completely block the breathing holes, warriors from the buffalo tribe were specially arranged to ride on the backs of the cattle. They have had more contact with bison, so they can communicate easily and understand the bison's requirements——

At this moment, the soldiers lay on the backs of the cattle one by one, and quickly changed the gas masks of the bison. Then pour the replaced mask out of the filter element, flush it inside and out, replace it with a new filter element, wrap it up and set aside...

I don’t know how long this battle will last. The Plague Lord doesn't have many materials here. There are only two gas masks per cow, so you have to use them sparingly!

Damn it, why did they reject the Plague Lord’s kindness at that time!

"Yes, plague girl, your power has weakened!"

Another loud roar sounded from the other side of the battlefield. A black panther with a majestic body, several times bigger than a tiger, rushed into the battlefield, waved its claws, swung its tail, and instantly tore through a black mist:

"My soldiers are not afraid of you anymore! With the protection of the Lord of Plague, most of them can stand here well!"

Be protective, be protective. Cover your skin as much as possible, cover your mouth and nose when the plague girl attacks, and close your eyes...

The Lord of Plagues blessed the soldiers one by one before the war began. Each warrior's mask exudes the smell of cold holy water, protecting the brave warriors——

As long as you cover your mouth and nose with a mask filled with holy water, the power of the plague girl can be reduced to a minimum! And the Lord of Plague even gave each soldier a small bag of such precious holy water!

Now, many soldiers are busy cleaning their masks with holy water to resist the next attack. The Black Panther God looked around, extremely satisfied:

He also used this holy water to take a bath!

Extremely useful! In the past, when I fought against the Plague Girl and rushed through the black mist, I would feel itchy here and there, but now I don’t feel itchy at all!

"Lord of Plagues!"

"Lord of Plagues!"

"Lord of Plague——"

Cheers surged. On the vast battlefield, the soldiers raised their weapons, cheered, and shouted the name of the god—this new god who controlled the power of the plague was on their side and protected them!

"Lord of the Plague! As long as I am here, who dares to call me the Lord of the Plague!" The howl of the plague girl suddenly became louder and sharper. Grete frowned and quickly set up another wind barrier around him——

This frequency was almost entering the ultrasonic range, and it hurt his ears! If we don’t take precautions, eye congestion, edema, cell necrosis, vasoconstriction, motor nerve paralysis, blood clots, etc. will all happen!

"Dementors" rise, rise. The black, faceless face glanced around the battlefield, observing abnormalities everywhere. The White-Horned King and his descendants are old rivals that we have been dealing with;

The God of the Buffalo, the God of the Black Panther, the God of the Kestrel, these guys who protected those useless humans, also struggled with her for countless days, and the weather turned cold and warm, warm and cold again countless times;

There are also those little gods who are not worth mentioning. If they are not protected by powerful gods, the gods under her can crush them...

The disease girl's perception passed over the battlefield piece by piece, and suddenly became frozen. Among the White Horn princes and grandsons, the most heavily guarded place, her power has two blank areas——

A rising, blazing force that engulfed her all the time. As long as the black mist comes even a little bit closer, it will be burned away by the fire;

The other is restrained and quiet. It didn't have the power to hurt her, but it was determined not to be intruded. The disease girl thought for a moment with her brain filled with germs, and then angrily threw herself at the latter:

"Lord of the Plague? You are going against me and you are seeking death!"

"You are looking for death!"

Angry curses rose high. Following the curse, a ball of fire that was so hot that it turned white rushed up at high speed and rushed towards the disease girl. It was stopped in the air and exploded:

boom! ! !

The "Dementor" shook, and its black robe almost fell into pieces. At the level of an adult silver dragon, a five-ring fire spell with full strength, coupled with double bonuses, how powerful is it?

Even the disease girl was caught off guard and suffered a big loss. The black air was billowing, and all kinds of mosquitoes, flies, insects, and strange black masses fell like rain.

The next moment, Serila flew into the air, holding a row of test tubes between her slender fingers. Fire beads rained out, one after another:

"How dare you hit him! You deserve to die!"

The black mist keeps changing. One moment, it condensed into a thick black whip, which was whipped towards Cerela, and was exploded by her with fire beads and fire rings; the next moment, it spread into a ball, trying to wrap Cerela, but the flames around her surged and burned directly.

The exploding and boiling black mist filled the battlefield, hovering over the heads of the soldiers and bison, and gradually settled. Serila had no time to deal with it, and the disease girl didn't even bother to deal with it for a moment. She didn't know whether she was letting it go on purpose or because she was powerless.

Below the battle circle, Gretel silently held the test tube tightly.

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