If you stand on the crown of the withered World Tree and overlook the hazy Midnight City, you will see:
Three towering obsidian towers as silent as shadows;
There are potholes, broken tree roots, building debris, and the devastated foot of the World Tree.
The bloody plague slowly spreading through the streets;
An obsidian tower with a glow that changes with time;
A dark park that swallows up all light;
The adjoining lake churns with whirlpools day and night;
The hatred shed by some nameless being;
A nest of flesh and blood that engulfed several city blocks like a low mountain;
The spire reaches toward the sky and stands crookedly;
The lost city of Midnight becomes the eerie promised land.
There is also a place where the soul has no rest.
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The foul plague shaped like plaque spread quietly as a few ghoul warriors passed by, spreading on walls, roofs, and streets.
In a few days, the ghouls will patrol a few more times and this place will be transformed into a plague nest of ghouls, just like the buildings in the distance that seem to be wrapped in a layer of flesh and blood.
Bloodplague hordes spread their nests in this way.
The ghoul warriors spread the plague along the streets, unaware that a rat hiding in the gutter followed them on all fours.
When the limits of the range were reached and the ghouls were about to return, gnarled tree roots suddenly emerged from the roadside. The surging roots tore apart door frames, cracked walls, and entangled the unprepared ghoul team.
The sharp claws and teeth had no effect on the hundreds of tree roots. They were instantly submerged, and only the ghouls behind escaped.
The ghoul leader stepped on the withered halo and quickly appeared at the place where he was attacked. There was nothing left here except cracked walls and a few pools of blood.
The blood spirit leaned on the bone staff and approached the pool of blood, lowered his body like a prostrate, dipped his claws in the sticky blood, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"The numb smell... is the moon tree..." Blood Spirit climbed up like an old man holding on to the bone staff, "It shouldn't be here."
"But here it is hiding, tearing apart three of our warriors!"
A low roar shook the air, and the withered halo under the ghoul leader's feet exuded a gray aura.
The buildings on the street seem to be corroded by time and gradually decay.
"Don't let anger overwhelm your reason, Bloodhammer."
The blood spirit raised the bone staff and struck the stone slab, and the withered aura surrounding it melted away.
"It was just an accident, it's gone."
"...I hope you are right, Blood Spirit."
The murderer was not caught, and the ghoul leader returned to the outpost in anger.
But not long after, another group of ghouls encountered an accident. This time there were no survivors. It was the untreated amputated limbs of other patrolling ghoul teams at the edge.
The ghoul leader and the blood spirit came to the scene again.
"Blood Spirit, what do you want to say?"
The ghoul leader holding the entire lamppost growled.
"This time it's the shadow monster...it and Yueshu won't join forces..."
Blood Spirit slowly narrated: "Before departure, the great warlock told me... the Blood Plague tribe was not attacked, only us were attacked."
"Maybe you are right... They don't want us to leave the nest. They are using this method to weaken our strength and our retreat..."
The title of Great Warlock made the ghoul leader bow his head, but his emotions were not released: "What do you want to do!"
"Bring back the ghouls that spread the breeding ground."
"No... okay..." The ghoul leader leaned close to the blood spirit, staring at it with scarlet eyes larger than the old warlock's head, "This is our mission, we have to build a nest for the tribe."
"Then the only choice is to hold a sacrifice and beg the king to protect the nest."
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The smelly air spurting from the ghoul leader's nose made Hunter's cloak tremble.
"You want us to be called cowards?"
"That's the only way." Blood Spirit ignored the threat from the ghoul leader, "Unless we keep an eye on the patrols, they will weaken us and eat us like wolves."
"I don't choose either." The ghoul leader turned and left, his dull voice echoing in the sky.
"Ask the tribe and let them tell you what to do."
The blood spirit left shortly after, and the other warlocks and warriors soon returned.
Far away from the controversy, in the dark sewer dripping with unknown liquid, a shadow quietly left.
"They let ghost warlocks and warriors patrol together, cough cough, with warning things, cough cough..."
Castle, after meeting up, Lu Li's brief speech was accompanied by a cough.
"Are you sick?" Ophelia asked with concern.
"……plague."
Lu Li, who had not transformed into a ghoul because he was hiding, was not immune to the plagues they spread, at least not to all of them.
"You have done enough, you can take a break for a while..."
"Not enough."
Lu Li shook his head.
The ghoul tribe and the strange confrontation in the far north still need to be provoked, but the trouble of the plague can be solved in the meantime.
After taking the alienation potion, Lu Li became a ghoul warlock again, and the discomfort caused by the plague disappeared.
Picking a skull from the collection of creep monsters and taking it away, along with a few bottles of alienation potions, Lu Li set foot outside the southern part of Midnight City for the first time.
Although it is mostly a psychological effect, the strange environment does bring an unspeakable sense of crisis, and it is not real because the strangeness is not interested in plague, filth, stench, and thin ghoul warlocks.
This situation disappeared as Lu Li approached the strange things surrounding the Blood Plague tribe.
The situation is not conducive to the ghouls as described by Blood Spirit... They are a rotten and weird group of people who can ignore the plague and spread the plague. They seem to obey the orders of some kind of existence and use ghouls as food.
But it wasn't bad enough that we had to leave. When Lu Li arrived, the Blood Plague tribe, with the tacit approval of the Ghoul King, entered into negotiations with the Rotten Weird Tribe.
There is no war, and there is no death. Lu Li seems to be able to return to the farm with peace of mind, waiting for the True Seeing Eyes to be delivered and slowly looking for ghosts.
But what made Lu Li change his mind was that after contact, he confirmed that the rotten weird tribe was also controlled by a certain being.
If the two evil gods cooperate... they may change their focus and attack Midnight City.
Before the True Seeing Eyes are delivered, he must become the invisible guardian of Midnight City.
Lu Li began to use the crowbar called the cursed title to pry up the anger of the ghoul group and the rotting weird group: he pretended to be a ghoul warlock when encountering weird things, and pretended to be weird when encountering ghouls.
The lighthouse is enough to make them interested in Lu Li.
The two groups, which had originally been at peace, gradually rekindled friction and began to hunt each other again.
The instigator, Lu Li, had quietly returned to the ghoul lair in the south before the wrath of the Ghoul King and the hatred of the unknown existence descended.
He gave up sacrificing the King of Ghouls and put all his blood food into the blood pool to cultivate ghoul warriors.
His efforts were not in vain. Three consecutive days of intrusion against the blood plague tribe and the rotten weird tribe finally brought the expected news:
