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2093: Chapter 698: The Shameless Wolf People Unleash Plague Weapons!

World Tension +100!

2093 -698: The Shameless Wolf People Unleash Plague Weapons!

World Tension +100!

At Dymes’ command, the Elf Rangers on the battlefield immediately mounted their beloved Moon God Wind Vultures, like a sharp wind of war, swiftly closing in on the sluggish Jackalman Dragon Cavalry.

The gnolls on the ground had already begun their charge, with the jackal barbarian soldiers of the minor clans following closely behind.

Meanwhile, the Goldenrod Cannoneers’ artillery fire had commenced, making battlefield number eight, already a scene of corpses and blood, lively once more.

“Captain, something’s not right!

Look!

There’s something hanging beneath the jackalmens’ bipedal dragons!”

An alert from an elf scout made the Ranger Captain raise his head in surprise.

As the dozens of bipedal dragons rapidly approached, Dymes finally saw the black wooden barrels hanging beneath those dragons.

As a veteran of the Fourth Dark Siege, Dymes recognized these items at a glance.

The usually indifferent him was also shocked in this instant.

“Not good!

They’re the jackalmen’s Voodoo Plague Barrels!

Quick, send word to the ground forces, have them retreat immediately!”

Although he issued such a command, the Ranger Captain knew all too well that it was already too late.

At this distance, whether killing the bipedal dragon riders or shooting the plague barrels, would cause the voodoo plague to spread across the battlefield.

The plague used by the jackalmen is very malignant.

It’s a liquid, but once it opens, it quickly vaporizes, spreading the deadly plague around the landing area in the shortest time.

A hundred years ago, the army of the King of Bone Biting used this tactic to breach many cities continuously.

But…

But it shouldn’t have appeared again!

This substance requires a special venomous plant to create the toxin.

At the end of the Fourth Dark Siege, the human Spiritual Energy organization, the Circle Tower, supposedly destroyed all plague progenitors and eradicated the clans under the King of Bone Biting adept at using the plague.

Over the past hundred years, the Blood Covenant Knight Order’s continuous observation of the Dark Mountain Jackals yielded no intel related to the voodoo plague.

Could it be…

Dymes dared not think further down that path.

At this moment, the savvy High-order Ranger felt himself caught in a terrifying conspiracy, one woven since the end of the Fourth Dark Siege a century ago, and only now baring its true fangs.

He knew he had to pass this dreadful news to the Ranger General stationed at the Brass Fortress.

It was all a setup!

But they were already trapped in the game.

“Ow!”

As the Ranger Captain fired a lethal arrow, piercing the eye of the first descending bipedal dragon, amidst the agonizing screams of the flying beast, it began to lose balance in the air, descending rapidly and diagonally towards the battlefield below.

Dymes watched helplessly as the dragon crashed among the tide of attacking gnolls, followed by dark green smoke exploding on the battlefield.

These madmen!

The Pī zhǎo Clan didn’t care about the lives of the jackals from minor clans; they only wanted to capture Blackflame Mountain Pass.

More plague barrels were dropped down, resembling less destructive “meteorites”.

They were caught by Earth’s gravity during free fall, accelerating with strange sounds, overturning in the air like mixing a cocktail, and ultimately crashing where they should.

“Bang”

A tumbling plague barrel exploded on a rock behind Lord Hether, with a peculiar sweet and metallic scent wafting into the nostrils of the Golden One.

She felt slightly dizzy, while the retinue soldier beside her clutched his throat and collapsed.

Hether tried reaching out to pull him up, but the warrior, using his last ounce of strength, pushed his commander, signaling her to run!

This position was beyond saving.

They were beyond saving.

“Run…cough, revenge…for us…hold the…ah!”

Hether watched in horror as her bravest warrior under her command lost his breath in ten seconds, his outstretched hand falling limply to the ground, while the green smoke around them thickened, even the dullest gnolls halted their charge.

They screamed retreating, yet silence descended wherever the green mist reached.

In mere minutes, the battlefield quieted down, as if only Hether remained standing in that chokingly dense plague fog.

Not only because she was a Golden One, whose high life rank allowed her to endure longer, but also because Hether wasn’t an ordinary dwarf nor a typical vampire.

She harbored secrets.

“Sigh…in the end, we still couldn’t hold it.”

The Second Lord disappointingly dropped her shield.

Clutching a Treasure Bead in hand, she responded to Murphy, loudly inquiring about what happened on the ground:

“Take the remaining people and leave, Murphy, take them out of here!

I’ll secure the last bit of time for you, go, and don’t look back!

No matter what you hear, don’t turn back!”

Having spoken, Hether dropped the Treasure Bead, reaching for her war helmet.

“Damn!

Stop howling.”

She cursed:

“I’m letting you out now…”