"What? Say it again!" Roland didn't care about keeping a distance at this moment. He rushed forward and grabbed Ivy's shoulders, staring into Ivy's eyes and trembling.
"Your Highness... Your Majesty, it seems to be a plague..." Ivy was startled by Roland's appearance, with a few tears in his eyes.
"Roland! What are you doing!" Suddenly, Nicks shouted, interrupting the suffocating atmosphere.
Nicks, who was holding a jar of honey water, had just walked to the door when he saw Roland eagerly throwing himself at Pastor Ivy. This almost made Nyx break the jar in his hand, but in the end, Nyx couldn't help but burst out.
vocal channel.
"Girl, something big has happened. There may be a plague in the city! I have to go find Yun Feng! Ivy, come with me!" Roland squeezed out from Nix without any explanation. At this time, he didn't care about Nix either.
Chris is so petty.
"Plague?" Nyx's mind went blank and he didn't realize what it was, but then his face turned pale.
……
"King Roland! The best thing you can say is the plague!" Yun Feng spat out a puff of black smoke and walked out of a portal with an explosive head. After receiving the news, Yun Feng quickly stopped the alchemy experiment in his hands.
I didn't even care about the explosion, and a portal opened directly.
Looking at Yun Feng's look, one could tell how angry the child was, but it shouldn't be a big problem, after all, it looked like he was still alive.
"If you play tricks on me, you'll be dead!" Yun Feng's eyes flashed with anger. The clay figurine still has a certain earthy nature, let alone the majestic sixth-level wise man Yun Feng. Normally Roland would just use him to attack him, but this kind of thing
If it happens again... Yun Feng's fist feels itchy.
"Shut up your dead fish eyes, the real owner is here!" Roland glanced at Yun Feng and pointed directly at Ivy.
"Oh? Pastor Ivy, can you tell me the details?" Sure enough, Yun Feng is a dog. When he saw Ivy, his face changed instantly. He asked Ivy in a gentle tone, without any trace of the exchange of blows with Roland.
tit-for-tat.
(Omsk: Privately, I call these two idiots collectively the Wolong and the Phoenix.)
"Tch! Double standards!" Seeing Yun Feng's tone change instantly, Roland curled his lips in disdain and muttered silently in his mind.
"Hmph! Bitch!" As if he saw Roland's displeased look, Yun Feng did not indulge Roland. He responded with a white eye and cursed in his heart.
"..." Ormsk opened his mouth and hesitated to speak. We are discussing something on such a serious occasion. Are you two fighting with each other's eyes? Can you be more serious... There is a sense of crisis!
"It's like this. There are many people with headaches and fever in the city today. After our priest performed many purification spells, we found that the number of infected people is still expanding..." Ivy calmed down and said anxiously, according to the medieval background.
Look, this large-scale infectious disease is undoubtedly a plague. After all, a flu in the Middle Ages was enough to destroy a country.
Roland should be grateful that Middle-earth is a world of demons, and he has some priests under his command, so the influence of dispersing magic and purifying magic has been reduced to a minimum.
"It's definitely a plague." After listening to Ivy's words, Yun Feng slowly shook his head invisibly.
"Your Highness, we need to think of a way, otherwise this city will suffer heavy casualties..." Yun Feng frowned and looked at Roland. It was obvious that he had no intention of playing around with Roland anymore. The plague was like a weapon falling from the sky.
Everyone who was hit by the giant hammer was dizzy.
"Rub! A little flu..."
"No! It shouldn't be! How can a plague breed?" Roland couldn't understand. He had been focusing on sanitation for a long time. Human and animal feces would be collected, and the city would be kept clean and tidy. There would be dedicated people to collect garbage. Logically speaking, this is impossible.
There is a breeding ground for plague.
"Your Highness... With all due respect, plague doesn't just happen on its own..." Ormsk looked at Roland and frowned.
"Bullshit! Some bitch is poisoning!" Roland's eyes widened and he roared in shock and anger. When the simple environment is not enough to breed the plague, poisoning is the only option, and... there just happens to be someone who is good at this thing.
Ah!
"The Holy White Council has been disbanded?" Roland couldn't help but wonder about the timeline in his mind.
In 2941 of the Third Era, the Battle of Lonely Mountain ended, and the Kingdom of Lagrand was established.
In 2942 of the Third Age, the Moria expedition was successful, Moria was restored, and Balin became the King of Moria!
Then it should be the year 2943 of the Third Era! It should be the year 2953 of the Third Era when Saruman Naden betrayed the "revolution" and became a rebel. He established his own regime in Isengard and played with genes.
Engineering and plague are things that the great biologist Saruman is good at.
It is worth mentioning that King Théoden of the Kingdom of Rohan... Well, that old man who was crushed to death by a horse was born in 2948 of the Third Era... After thinking about it, Roland realized that...
!How can I be so vicissitudes of life?
By the time the War of the Ring began in 3018 of the Third Era, Roland counted on his fingers... Wow! Good guy! He was now a 93-year-old man! Well, according to the 300-year-old life of the Raglan people.
Look, you are still young and can be said to be in your prime.
"It shouldn't be!" Roland's eyes twitched a few times. Could it be the Witch King of Angmar? That's not right. After all, according to the virtues passed down by Morgoth and Sauron, they are either torturing the whole world or torturing the whole world.
Judging from the journey of the world, they should not be so boring. If they really want to fight, they will push each other all the way. After all, they are both confident in themselves. (De Er, De San: Huh? Why do I feel like someone is tapping me?) p>
"Who has nothing to do to spread the plague to me! Don't let me catch him! Otherwise, I will peel off his ribs and explore the pipa!" Roland couldn't help but cursed.
Putting a plague curse on other people’s homes isn’t it a toad crawling on someone’s feet—if it doesn’t bite, it bites people? This isn’t a big girl’s crotch—is there a conspiracy?
"Can Yun Feng find the source?" Roland turned around and asked.
"...Do you think I look like a wizard?" Yun Feng spread his hands.
"It really doesn't look like... like a fool." Roland looked at it seriously for a few minutes and then said with certainty.
"..." Yun Feng grinned, "Well, it's my king's style. You are the best at fighting Yun Feng while eating and sleeping! It's boring to do this, just hurt each other!
"I can't do anything about it..." Seeing the two people looking at him, Ormsk quickly stretched out his hand to refuse, joking, "It's okay for you to ask me to pick up a knife and kill people, but let me solve the plague? You might as well let me get infected."
Forget about the plague.
"Then we can only do it stupidly!" Roland shook his head. Since there is no other solution, let's just fight head-on!
"Yun Feng, ensure the stock of quicklime and sprinkle the ground with quicklime every few days! Tell the people that raw water cannot be drunk! I emphasize again that drinking raw water is not allowed!" Roland said to Yun Feng.
"Okay!" Yun Feng made a confident gesture. It seemed that King Roland was planning to fight this plague for a long time.
"Ivy, thank you for your hard work. When you meet an infected person, you can arrange a three-piece set of dispersal plus purification and healing!" Roland tilted his mouth and pulled out words from Dragon King, Shura, Military God, King, Emperor...
Smile.
Come on, I don’t believe it anymore. Whose Plague Curse is of such good quality? If you wear a three-piece suit, Roland will perform a handstand on his head!