Working Prophet.

The thought made Solomon shudder. He had fought many battles in his life, but never had any war been as strange as this one.

It was as if they were fighting against invisible opponents. His most valiant warriors, no enemy could defeat them, but now they died under the invisible sword.

The large-scale attrition occurred on the seventh day after the expedition.

On this day, hundreds of Wing Clan fighters died, many of them were Solomon's confidantes, and Solomon could call out their names.

Including the coachman who went to rescue Lanita with him before, he was also emaciated, his throat was swollen, and he had difficulty breathing. The accompanying wizard bled him, but it didn't help.

He died in pain in the end, and the translator who went with him that day also fell ill two days ago.

But Solomon still didn't stop the army from advancing. Although he didn't want to admit it, Solomon had already realized that the strange things that happened to them now might have something to do with Shuangxiuism.

The guy who called himself a prophet was undoubtedly a powerful wizard with extremely powerful evil witchcraft.

Perhaps only by defeating him can the curse on them be untied.

And don't look at those dwarves and the imperial nobles who have surrendered to them now respectful to them, but once these hyenas find that the rope around their necks is starting to loosen, and the master behind them is showing weakness, they may turn around and come back to bite. .

Therefore, Solomon must show a tough stance to the outside world and continue to advance the front.

In fact, the best thing to do now is to abandon all allied forces and directly lead the [-]-winged army and the Storm Lord to the green field.

Just like they went straight from Crab Point to Lion Heart Fort back then, giving full play to the advantages of the Yi tribe.

However, Merlin also has a dragon in his hand now, and that white dragon has become extraordinarily powerful for some reason.

If there was no curse, Solomon could still rely on the dragon-hunting method left by his ancestors to forcibly kill the white dragon, but even if they can succeed right now, they will have to pay ten times, a hundred times the price.

This is too risky, and the point is that Solomon is not sure whether Li Yu and Yi Liya have any backup left behind.

The commander of the Yi tribe took out the map of the western region and unfolded it. He saw a large swamp named Gaigu in the west of the green field. If Ilea hid her army in the swamp, she would not choose to fight him head-on.

As time goes on, the situation is likely to become more and more unfavorable to him.

Since coming to Bratis, Solomon has been winning consecutive battles, but he still dare not relax because he only has 1 people on hand.

As long as you lose a game, it will be difficult to have a chance to come back.

After weighing, Solomon decided to follow the original plan and let the dwarves and those surrendered imperial nobles take the lead in fighting the Arias family and their allies.

His Wing Clan army and giant dragon stayed until the critical moment to make a move, securing the victory in one fell swoop.

It was a nice idea, but Solomon had underestimated the horror of the curse.

With every passing day, more and more of his army were haunted by the curse, and the growth rate was astonishing.

Even the wizards who accompanied the army to treat the wounded were unable to resist the evil force, and many people died one after another.

And that's not the worst part, just the night before taking City in the Lake, Solomon himself fell ill, although it didn't last long, he soon regained consciousness.

But his physical condition was not very good. He didn't even summon the city lord of the city in the lake as planned. He just hurriedly added some food and grass, and urged the army to move on.

But on the second day, Solomon passed out again while dealing with military affairs.

At this time, 2000 of the [-] troops he brought were infected with strange diseases.

After Solomon woke up, the officers and wizards below came to persuade him, asking him to temporarily give up his plan to attack the western border.

After thinking about it, the commander of the Yi tribe only listened to half of the suggestions, allowing the Yi tribe to return to the city of the lake to rest first, but the rest had to move on.

Seeing that Yanxue City was already at his fingertips, Solomon didn't want to stop at this time, and if Merlin and Shuangxiu were not removed, the curse on them could not be untied.

Solomon brought a large army to attack the western region this time. Even if the 7 wing warriors were excluded, there were still nearly [-] horses, including the western nobles and their troops recruited along the way.

These people alone have a good chance of winning against Ilea and her allies.

Solomon planned to rest in the city of the lake for a few days, take a breather, and set off again when the curse eased, catch up with the allied forces in front, capture the green field in one fell swoop, and defeat the rebels hiding there.

This idea is also very beautiful, but the reality once again shows its cruel side.

In the city in the lake, the exhausted Wing warriors got the bread they had been waiting for, warm broth, and warm beds... But these things did not make them feel better.

The death toll is still rising.

The indoor semi-closed environment accelerated the spread of the virus, and more and more people were infected, but the wizards were helpless and unable to protect themselves.

On the third day after returning to the city, some people even began to have a nervous breakdown. Unable to bear the tremendous pressure, they slit their own throats with a knife.

Solomon was lying on the hospital bed, listening to the people below report the new death toll, which had exceeded 500.

If Solomon remembered correctly, this was already the biggest casualty since they set foot on this continent.

And the commander of the Yi clan is very clear that this is far from the end, but just the beginning.

They are screwed.

A month ago, who would have thought that this invincible and invincible Yi clan army would end in this way.

Solomon didn't say anything this time, and didn't issue any orders. He just waved his hand and made the people back off.

Because he has nothing to do.

Everything that happened here was beyond his ability and even comprehension.

The famous commander of the Yi clan recalled that one afternoon a month ago, that young Hugh named Leidio walked into his mansion with his head held high.

In front of his face, he spit out that sentence without fear.

——You can only stop here.

At this time, what Solomon felt was no longer anger, but fear, deep fear.

The god named Saturday is holding a sharp knife, running and killing among the crowd.

And he can't do anything.

Solomon only felt tired for a while, and wanted to close his eyes, but at this moment, the door was knocked open again, and the Wing Clan warrior who had come to report the injury before ran back staggeringly.

His face was also full of fear, and he was holding something in his hand.

Solomon struggled to open his eyes and looked into his palm.

It was a dead crow.

"Heaven, there are crows falling from the sky!!! Crows are falling from the sky, they, they are also dying!!! Lord Solomon!" The visitor exclaimed, his tone panicked.

"This land is cursing us, cursing all living things in the sky."