Chapter 348

As the night grew thicker, the white moonlight poured down on the plain, stirring up little waves and breaking the original tranquility.

Staring at the bleak figure of Abda leaving, bishop ISDA smiled, some cold and some terrible.

Spell detection?

Sorry, he just used magic energy to cover his palm and simulate the illusion.

As for whether Abu Dhabi was infected by the plague.

With a wealth badge.

Maybe... Maybe... No?

But in a few days, who knows?

With a wave of his hand, a faint wave of space appeared and dissipated. This is the forbidden Dharma array he set around in advance, just in case.

At least the previous spell release did not attract others' attention.

Easta turned and looked at the brightly lit camp not far away. A gentle smile reappeared on his face.

"Plague, faith, Valoran."

"I wonder why I hate the spread of faith and..."

The black robe covered his body, and ISDA stepped and left quietly in the dark night.

The moonlight fell, a shadow gradually loomed, and soon disappeared.

"The shadow is watching you, ignorant!"

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It's ferocious, it's terrible, it's swallowing human blood!

"Goddess of wealth, for faith? For believers?" Abda's eyes showed a vicious color.

If the contract has been made and is in the name of the goddess of wealth, bishop ISTA will not take the initiative to break it.

"And I, ha ha!"

"Since I have been infected with the plague, how can you be better?" Abda stepped on the corpse on the ground, the green pustules were scratched and the yellowish liquid flowed.

Ignoring the stench as much as possible, he reached out to grasp the broken pustules and said coldly, "do you need a temple to disperse it? I really hope it's true!"

Then he looked at the trembling infected people in the dilapidated camp. They trembled and looked desperate.

In the face of the riot, these poor people curled up and tried not to attract attention.

Some people have been killed for no reason. The bright red blood stimulates their fragile nerves. You know, they were just ordinary people before, not villains.

"Temple of wealth, Valoran leader, I will let you try the plague!" Abda looked at the stone camp not far away, where he had placed hope.

"Hey, you say, don't you?"

Turning to look at the poor people, a crazy smile filled his face.

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The chaos of the dilapidated camp attracted the attention of the noxasian cavalry in the simple camp. Then the killing order was issued by dreus, with gray and silver hair scattered on his shoulders and a firm look in his indifferent eyes.

"Dreus, what's the situation?" modrian gently rubbed his eyebrows. The plague involved most of his energy.

"There is an unknown chaos, and the specific situation is unknown," dreus said in a deep voice.

"Oh, the temple of wealth, a group of people who want to spread their faith do cruel things." modrian looked indifferent.

Rob found something interesting last night and told him.

About the temple of wealth, about bishop ISTA.

Looking down at the temple priest who began to be busy at the city gate, modrian didn't tear his face rashly. He still needs the help provided by the temple of wealth.

The morality of his previous life has gradually failed to hold on. All he can do is to follow his nature and heart.

But now, there is no need to block the news of the plague.

Maybe there will be news in Valoran's collar soon.

"How's the little chrysanthemum getting ready?" modrian whispered.

"It's almost done. She planted a lot of aion seeds, sprouted and grew a dense jungle," Timo reported, his plush face serious.

During this time, the trimmed main ship scouts helped Xiaoju plant many seeds along the isolation line.

Although it is not as effective as AI Weng's own planting, it is also good. It can be used as a defense line to disperse the plague of slight infection.

"Then, issue a notice and announce the spread of the plague!"

"All towns and villages should do a good job in security. In addition, in any case, every garrison officer should try to seize it by himself. Don't let go of the threat even if he is killed by mistake!"

"Yes!" the voice of robbery came from the shadow.

The hot sun shines on the camp, the plain and the chaotic and dilapidated camp not far away.

Modrian stood quietly, his dignified face unable to see any emotion.

He lowered his head slightly and watched the priests of the temple of wealth gather slowly. The figure of easta also appeared on the wall. His face with a gentle smile was dazzling.