The Second Army, which had lost the Red and White Plague, no longer looked like an army. At the cost of losing an arm, Demon Wolf King Fenteus temporarily escaped the pursuit of the Snow Knights and hid in the snowy mountains.
Originally, the battle with the Knights was in full swing. First, the little wolf and its orc troops were taken away, and then the three skeleton second ancestors and the skeleton troops disappeared... The second army at that time was completely in chaos, and was instantly broken into formation. It was defeated like this.
tide.
When the little wolf was on the verge of death, Fenteus reluctantly summoned it back, even more so because of its injuries. It was no longer able to compete with the Knights of the Snow Country, and had to flee again.
With the soul of the little wolf in his mouth, Fentuus was covered in white liquid, and his newly grown arms were still hanging on his shoulders.
The Demon Wolf King looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, so panicked that he didn't even stitch up his wounds.
"Is Okibuki dead..."
The little wolf seemed unable to communicate. Fenteus spit out its soul on the ground, and the tip of its scarred nose twitched, carefully distinguishing the smell above.
"The smell of bones...the smell of stone...the smell of holy light..."
"Damn skeleton..."
We are preaching.
"In a short period of time, their achievements in defeating the plague will be praised by the entire continent, attracting even less faith..."
"Sistorum... the successor pope... the real beneficiary of the Night Sect's faith... where is his Protestantism? When will it be spread to you?" The old goat's eyes wandered, "The clouds have finally opened for you, and he will appear.
In your eyes..."
"The Bone Chet Cult crushed the plague... The Bone Chet Cult brought peace..." The quick-moving sand people crawled over the yellow sand, climbed over the corpses of the chief and his guards, and accepted the blessing of Red Bai'an.
Because the whisper of the forest spreads from afar, bringing a message.
The remaining members of the Seventh Army, who were hungry and hurt, finished eating the Minotaur's corpse and all looked at the Demon Wolf King, but no one dared to ask where they were going.
At the top of the tree, the forest guard stared at the dying monster, faithfully fulfilling the promise outside the contract, but somehow he was not frightened.
As long as we doubt the bones, we can grow the bones.
"That is the new God of Faith accepting our devout prayers..." Red Baian distorted what the believers saw, an oasis was born in the desert, and a bone goat wandered in the oasis.
The flytraps and bats were not disappointed, and felt that there was an extra taste in their mouths.
Along with the sound of goats chewing grass, the head of a new believer of the Bone Che Cult was also chewed off one by one.
A small group of sand people became believers of the Bone Che Cult.
Suddenly, green grass grew out of the yellow sand, and Little Wolf Red remembered the sound of goats chewing grass.
"You guess it's the latter... but he will also leave the Holy City..." The old goat was quite disappointed.
The more the tauren talked, the more satisfied he became.
It is said that the swamp inside has been filled up by a river to create a plain.
But before he finished speaking, half of its head was bitten off by the Demon Wolf King, and the remaining broken body was thrown to the remnants of the Seventh Army to eat.
"It's all your fault. You had to share the God of Faith at the feast, so Snow Country took advantage of it! You even brought all the elites of the forest for that expedition!"
"Red Little Wolf... Red-robed Bishop... I made a mistake in developing the Bone Cart Cult..." The old goat chewed on the believer's thoughts and watched the Bone Cart disappear from the oasis. Did he take a step back?
"Have the calves outside the forest grown up yet..."
"Thank them, your friends, and bless them, your friends." Red Little Wolf felt the hesitant beliefs of the believers and was very satisfied.
"The bone carts loaded with gods made the world turn. They crushed the plague and the light of the Night Sect, and they will eventually cast a layer of the noisiest night on the world..."
Rhett wolf whispered the new and reformed doctrine, striking while the iron was cold and distracting fewer refugees from their faith.
Believers stand up and move freely.
"Go back to the Forbidden Forest!" The plague in the north is coming again. Fenteus doesn't have the minimum bargaining chip to deal with the Snow Country Knights, and he can't wait to go home.
This is also the eighth sand dweller settlement.
The soul of the tauren was pushed back from the soul of the big wolf.
"Eat, eat, does he hate eating the most?" Fenteus was trying to squeeze the wolf with the soul of the minotaur. "The road is still long. If you are full, you will be ruined!"
Fenteus looked to the south, trying hard to see the vague and forbidden forest.
The number of dying monsters piled up by the forest guards was still not dead, and the corpses were filled with flies and carrion-eating insects, which made it smell bad.
Recalling the bone tree that had just been propped up on the border between the Empire and the Snow Kingdom, and the explosion caused by the bone tree, Fenteus once again placed the blame on Skorric's head.
The sons of demons outside the library haven't been here for a while. Something must have happened, right?
Although there is only a screen of light between them, the Forbidden Forest is so far away and within reach.
"The pope really cares about you... Your journey to win the letter has not been successful..."
Immediately afterwards, Red Bai An hurriedly drove the bone cart, carrying the bone goat and the sound of chewing, and then headed towards where a little chieftain was.
The power of the Bone Che Cult is rapidly expanding.
The new believers were less alarmed.
"I hope they will live badly for the time being and become the gods of the Bone Car Cult until the day they die..." Red Little Wolf took out the dominoes, but did not dial them. He just blessed the eight sons of the devil.
Fentuus is still alive, will the Demon Wolf King return?
"The development of your bone car religion is wrong... That is not the disadvantage of Protestantism..." The old goat stood under the clouds, looking at the borders of the empire and the snow country, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"The bone tree blocked the red and white plague?" The forest guard completely understood the principle, but that did not affect my wild thoughts about the fate of the forest on that basis.
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"The bone tree has stopped the plague, but Xiaolu's killing is far from over." The forest guard only doubted that.
"Will he give up that group of believers? Or will he return to Tarth, expose his Protestantism, and clash head-on with the creation sect?" The old goat stroked his beard.
There have been no red flies in the Forbidden Forest for a long time, but today, special flies and scavengers have also disappeared inexplicably.
"The bone tree...the same bone tree as the humble mountain..." The forest guard had never seen it with his own eyes, but he always felt that it was made by these demon sons.
"Protestantism should be established, and he should hand over the Youye Sect to your hands."
"It's a pity...his Yoye Sect...was captured by Wright..." Although the old goat did not participate in the final ceremony in the Colosseum, he still learned about the whereabouts of Yoye Godmother.
My results are also correct.
Had the Red and White Plague slowed down humanity, would Kazikawa and the Imperial Army have arrived at the Demon King's Castle more slowly?
The thought was simple. The forest guard's wooden head seemed unable to withstand the massive amount of information, so he gave up thinking.
In the imperial capital, Godsworn City, an undercurrent of quarrel was taking place outside the room of the young wizard Wright.
A man in red robe stepped onto the bumpy broken bone carriage, holding a self-healing bone low in his hand, and pushed it in front of a Sandman believer who was disabled due to the loss of a fly.
The team of bone carts didn't raise their guns, but they raised their bones.
And a group of bone carts just drove into the territory of the sand people.
"Without the Red and White Plague, it would not have slowed down mankind, and we would not have been able to go back..." Next to Fentuus, a minotaur who was also covered in wounds hummed.
Far away on the border between the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and the Holy See, several chiefs who worshiped the Red and White Plague died one after another. The greedy flies disappeared from the minds of the followers of the Sand People, their mouths were crooked, their eyes were slanted, their hands and feet were trembling, and their actions were minimally affected.