On the Seven Towers

On the fifth day, the number of people infected exploded to more than 8,000, the death toll exceeded 400, and many more people were dying. Figueras and Eresto, who first fell ill, passed away yesterday and the day before yesterday respectively.

However, there is one thing that is good news for Alfred. Master Rodman studied the bloodline conditions of the dead beast warriors and found that his previous speculation was basically reasonable. Those who are able to persevere after getting sick, or who are in an infectious environment but never get sick, are the bloodlines with the attributes he mentioned before.

The first batch of attempts have been made on the effect of blood fusion. Duke Weber donated some blood. Under Rodman's operation, the blood of ten sick ordinary people and beast warriors were injected together with the blood-harming potion. Body. After these people received the thin blood of the Bright Lion, one of them could not withstand the power of the Bright Lion blood and died of the blood's backlash. The four people did not develop the abilities related to their bloodline, so naturally they were unable to resist the plague. Only five people gained more or less the positive energy attribute of the Bright Lion. Two of them could barely survive the disease, and three of them began to slowly improve. .

"Thirty percent! Thirty percent of the 70,000-strong army is only 20,000 people!" Alfred listened to the report and tapped the names on the report that were getting better. "It's not enough. It's still not enough."

Master Rodman said: "Your Majesty, in the first batch of experiments, we have not yet mastered the appropriate dosage. If I believe that if I am given enough time, I can slowly increase this number to 40%.

Alfred pursed his lips, put down the report in his hand and said: "But this is only for the bright lion bloodline, right? If it were replaced by a gryphon or other positive energy attribute bloodline, the effect might not be as good as this, right?"

Rodman said: "Yes, Your Majesty. But it may be higher. After all, the empire's evaluation of bloodline comes from its combat effectiveness. There may be some bloodlines that are not strong in themselves, but are of great benefit in resisting the plague."

Master Gandas said: "Your Majesty, now the blood families of the Bright Lion, Griffin and Golden Dragon have responded to our request. They are all willing to make this deal with you. Among them, people from the Duke Weber family and the Duval family have already arrived. There are some small families in Heimuguan who don’t understand the situation yet and seem hesitant. They may feel that the bloodline given to them is not good enough, or they may be envious of the holy bloodline.”

"A fool who doesn't know his weight." Alfred picked up a pen from the table, dipped it in ink and began to write a string of names of small families on the report. "Edel, these families...ask them to send all the adults in their families to Heimuguan. Anyone who comes, I will give them blood rewards, as well as gold coins and fiefs, just like I promised before. Within three days If I can’t see them again in Heimuguan, I will wait to be exterminated.”

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will arrange the manpower to do it immediately."

Alfred stood up and shook his robe, "The young people of the Weber family should be waiting impatiently. Let's see if these guys are lucky enough."

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Three days later, the teleportation array at Heimuguan lit up again, and more than a dozen men and women dressed as nobles walked out of it. The oldest of these people were over sixty years old, and the youngest were only over ten years old. Their expressions He looked nervous and confused, with a rustic air of a country noble.

One of the teenage girls, wearing a simple embroidered robe, asked an old man in his sixties: "Grandpa, is this Heimuguan? We just crossed half of the empire?"

The old man was obviously a little restrained. He whispered: "Emma, ​​don't talk too much and listen quietly. The adults will give orders."

There was a middle-aged mage outside the teleportation array looking at them. He held a piece of paper in his hand, checked it, and asked: "Are you the Awuerto family from Avasuya City in the east of the empire? Sunbird bloodline?”

"Yes." The old man bowed slightly.

"You're lucky. In one hour, you will not have completed His Majesty's order, and your whole family will be imprisoned." The middle-aged mage pointed to the piece of paper in his hand, "There are five other families that are about to be unlucky."

"Sir, it's not that we are unwilling to cooperate with Your Majesty. It's just that the place where we live is too remote. Ever since we received your Majesty's news, we have been rushing to the city of Gasitu day and night, where there is a teleportation array that can come here."

"I don't care about this. The next step is to see if you cooperate with His Majesty." The mage said, "Follow me."

"Of course, of course." The patriarch of the Avurto family called on the others to follow, and the group followed the middle-aged mage outside. When they walked outside, they found a strange smell wafting throughout the Blackwood Pass. The pass was empty. Except for some soldiers guarding the sentry, there was almost no one outside.

The girl noticed that some people were taking the bodies out of the house on stretchers and piling them into an open space. These corpses were all a weird black color and piled together like puddles of black mud.

"This plague looks so terrible!" she couldn't help but say, "What are these corpses doing here?"

"Emma, ​​don't talk nonsense!" The patriarch wanted to stop the girl's curiosity.

"Nothing." The middle-aged wizard stared at the corpses and said, "These are the corpses that need to be purified. In the evening, the magicians will use positive energy and fire magic to deal with them."

"Ah! These are the people who died in one day?" Emma screamed as she looked at the pile of corpses.

"Yes, the pile there is getting higher and higher every day. As of today, more than 6,000 people have died in this plague. That's why His Majesty wants you to come here and use your blood to save more people." The middle-aged wizard saw that the other party was a little girl, so he was willing to answer her question.

"Is this plague really created by the Chinese?" Emma asked again.

"Of course, who else but them? Why haven't there been any plagues in these years, but there are as soon as we go to war with them? This is obvious." The wizard said.

"They, they are too evil." Emma said.

"Who says it's not."

The group walked down the hillside and came to the door of a big house. Many people lined up outside and then walked into the house one by one.

"That's where you are going. Lord Rodman is injecting blood into ordinary people there to give them the ability to resist the plague. Although your Sunbird blood is not good at fighting, it should be able to resist that kind of plague. I hope you can share more of your blood to save more people."

"Yes!" Emma nodded vigorously.