Chapter 1509
The Final Battle, the Evolution of the Plague, and the Death of Xun Lao [2]
Chapter 1509 The Final Battle, the Evolution of the Plague, and the Death of Xun Lao [2]
Clatter, clatter, clatter, the enemy's thousands of supervising soldiers hurriedly spurred their horses to catch up.
The Southern King was increasingly shocked... This trip carried a great risk of dying from the plague, yet the royal family had not given any orders, and all the supervising soldiers present followed.
Such loyalty.
It is evident that the Rong royal family possesses exceptional military leadership abilities.
"Second Prince, we need to send a group of fallen soldiers to assist the God of Fusion. After all, that's an army of 200,000. His mere thousand or so supervisors can't hold them off."
"The Divine Envoy's supervisory team has tens of thousands of men, but he only took this small force. Who can be blamed for that?" The Second Prince was very reluctant to send troops to help the enemy.
Along the way, many of his soldiers have died in battle, and just yesterday he dispatched 20,000 troops to deal with the epidemic. If he were to send another batch of soldiers, he would feel the pinch.
The Southern King said, "Second Prince, this is an incident involving 200,000 troops. We must lend a hand, otherwise, if something goes wrong, the entire Eastern Desert will share the consequences."
"And Roalto, take a thousand soldiers and follow the Messenger of the Melting God. Regardless of whether the destruction of Wei is successful or not, I will share the resources of the territory with your families."
"Yes!" Rotorto immediately led a thousand soldiers to pursue the enemy.
Seeing this, Litaire also sent five hundred soldiers to follow.
"Men, send two thousand soldiers to follow. I am the Emperor's most beloved son, and I cannot disgrace him!" The Sixth Prince, fearing he would be at the bottom, hurriedly dispatched troops.
The second prince was furious and roared, "Send three thousand soldiers to assist the divine envoy!"
With this, tens of thousands of troops followed the enemy army and marched in a mighty procession toward the fifteen-mile camp.
The horse galloped swiftly and soon arrived at the gate of the fifteen-mile camp... Tsk tsk, the enemy Rong really loves the Eastern Desert with their lives, completely unafraid of contracting the plague.
However, they were only ten meters away from the camp gate, and inside the gate, there were still elite soldiers using chevaux-de-frise as a defensive line to block the troublemaking enemy troops. Therefore, the distance between the two sides was at least twenty meters. Unless the enemy commander's flag was raised high, the enemy troops inside the camp would not know that he had arrived.
"Beat the drums and shout to tell the heroes in the camp that I, the Divine Envoy Rong, have come to give them an explanation. Tell them to be quiet and listen to what I, the Divine Envoy, have to say!" the enemy commander Rong ordered.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump!
The enemy's drums thundered, and they waved the divine messenger's flag, shouting: "Heroes of the fifteen-mile camp, the divine messenger has personally come to oversee the battle..."
It took more than twenty shouts to quiet down the noisy Fifteen Mile Camp.
The enemy soldier Rong climbed the watchtower in front of the camp gate, looked down at the enemy soldiers, and shouted: "I am the supervising messenger Rong. I know you are not convinced. I know you hate the gods, the royal family, and the general who ordered you to be transferred to the camp at fifteen miles away!"
"I hate it too!"
"I hate the gods, I hate the princes, I hate the divine physician, and I hate even more the incompetence of the eastern troops—why did they manage to turn this great war against Wei into such a mess?!"
The enemy's words of hatred stunned all the troublemaking enemy troops... You dare to curse God? Are you insane?!
However, the troublemaking enemy troops were quite pleased, especially agreeing with the enemy troops' words of cursing the divinely bestowed healer.
It's all because of that poisonous old man! If he hadn't made the Flame Poison, they wouldn't have been infected!
"Is being hateful useful? No, it's useless!"
"After the poison was spread to the west of the city, our soldiers were infected with the Fire Spray Poison. The infection spread extremely quickly, affecting a large number of people and covering a wide area. In the blink of an eye, several encampments were infected. Why? Because the plague can spread throughout the area with the direction of the cold wind, and you were infected as a result!"
No matter how brave the enemy soldiers are, they dare not say, "Your infection is caused by us secretly spreading the virus in this camp."
Therefore, the cause of the epidemic at the Fifteen Mile Camp was blamed on the natural spread of the plague by the cold wind.
"Yesterday, I transferred you to this camp so you could burn the bodies of the heroes in the previous infected camps, but who knew you would also be infected!" "That wicked old man, the Divine Physician, is so vicious; he actually created this plague poison, and it has harmed you all!"
"But rest assured, after this battle, I, the divine messenger, will slay the divinely bestowed healer to appease your souls and avenge your blood feud!"
The great healer, a disciple of the divine warrior, was both shocked and furious: "Messenger of the Melting God, how can you pin the crime on the Divinely Gifted Physician? You even openly clamored to kill the Divinely Gifted Physician. Your actions are tantamount to betraying the gods!"
"Ha," the enemy laughed, a laugh more chilling and sinister than the cold wind: "If you cannot bring benefits to the Eastern Desert, if you cannot bring profit to the heroes, then what does it matter if such a god betrays us?!"
What?
The divine healers were horrified, while the troublemaking enemy troops were delighted.
The enemy commander pointed at the divine healer and said, "Come on, tear them apart and roast them as interest for what you're demanding from the divinely bestowed healer!"
At a single command, the rioting enemy soldiers, their eyes bloodshot like demons, pounced on the disciples and healers who were closest to them.
A series of ripping sounds, enough to make one's scalp crawl, rang out. When the crowd dispersed, all that remained where the five divine disciples and great healers had stood were tattered clothes and blood.
Some of the enemy soldiers who caused trouble didn't even bother to light a fire to roast the food; they just chewed it raw. They were more terrifying than demons.
The enemy soldier, however, saw this and his eyes gleamed. Pointing at him, he asked, "What's this hero's name?!"
"Beida Erna, from the north!" the enemy soldier replied, his tone and expression both arrogant, though it was unclear what he was so proud of.
"Good!" Enemy Junrong directly appointed him: "You are a hero. You have proven your fearlessness. In the name of the gods, I hereby appoint you as the Grand King of Siege, a position equivalent to that of a tribal king. You can use your kingship to lead the heroes to attack the capital city and destroy Wei for the Eastern Desert!"
"What does the Envoy of Melting God mean by that?!" the troublemaking enemy soldiers asked one after another, feeling that the Envoy of Melting God's words were not simple.
Of course it's not simple; they're just trying to trick you into continuing to work hard until you die.
The enemy commander said, "Heroes are indeed exceptionally intelligent. Indeed, this war envoy has risked his life to come here not only to make a promise to you, but also to implore you to use your last strength to launch a strong attack on the capital city of Liangwei. Regardless of whether you succeed or fail, your families will be rewarded!"
"The Divine Physician's family possesses countless resources. I will help you kill him and use his family's wealth to reward your family members. You can rest assured!"
I can't rest easy at all.
"The Divine Physician holds a highly respected position and is one of the maternal grandfathers of the First Prince. Not to mention the Melting God Envoy, even the Second Prince wouldn't dare to eliminate the Divine Physician."
"That's right, what makes you, the Messenger of the Molten God, so special?!"
"Is this another lie to deceive us? Let me tell you, don't try to fool us again, or we'll all die together!"
Thump thump thump thump!
The enemy's drums blared for quite a while before the rioting enemy soldiers finally quieted down.
The enemy soldier said, "The Divine Physician said that the Fire Flame Poison only harms the lowly people of Liangwei, but this poison has gone out of control, causing countless heroes of the Eastern Desert to be infected. This is a crime of deceiving the Emperor and the Gods, a crime deserving to be executed ten thousand times over!"
"Everything has to have a result, and the result of the Eastern Desert heroes contracting the plague is that the divinely appointed healer must die!"
"This is the divine will I have received. Our emperor must obey the divine will and annihilate this poisonous old man who is scourged the Eastern Desert!"
"Hahaha, Messenger of the Melting God, how dare you try to deceive us with divine will again? There's no such thing as a god in this world!" These words were spoken by Beida Erna.
"The King is right, we have indeed never seen a god, but a god can be used by us!" The enemy soldier Rong retorted to Beida Erna and the other enemy soldiers present, "If we can use the will of the gods to kill the old poisonous man who infected you, will you do it? Do you believe in a god?!"
"recognize!"
"There is a god! A god wants to kill the divinely bestowed healer and avenge us!"