After a fierce battle, not only Emerson and the two would run to the tavern, many people would have similar thoughts.
After all, whether it is the feeling that oneself and others have escaped another disaster, or the joy of winning again, it is something to be thankful for.
This also makes the carnival after every victory basically become a habit in this place.
In this regard, although they knew that this might cause some chaos, in order to appease the soldiers' mentality, this kind of activity was finally acquiesced by the senior officials and evolved into a conventional thing.
Unlike the celebrations in the tavern and on the streets, the mage responsible for inspecting the combatants frowned deeply as he looked at the contents of the report.
He asked his subordinates to conduct routine inspections on the tens of thousands of returning soldiers.
Unexpectedly, hundreds of warriors among them were infected with some strange viruses, and there was even a noble demigod among them.
Although they had all been isolated at this moment, he still felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Those abyssal creatures, although due to problems with their living environment.
In many cases, we carry a large number of germs with us, and it is normal to be infected by them if we are not careful.
In the early years, a large number of abyssal creatures spread various plagues, causing great casualties to ordinary people everywhere.
But that’s when facing ordinary people!
For these warriors in the defense line who are very strong, extremely physically fit, and have a lot of magic power to protect themselves at all times, the virus should not be able to infect them...
So the situation at this moment was really beyond his expectation!
After some thought, he felt that this was probably a tentative attack by the abyss monsters against him and others. He did not dare to be careless at all, so he hurriedly compiled the information and reported it to Henry Muir, the commander of the defense line.
What he didn't know was that the intensity and malice of the temptation he thought were far beyond his expectations. A large number of viruses had entered the interior of the defense line without being detected by the detection ritual because they were hidden deeper.
Along with the celebrations of the crowd, rapid spread began.
477 species.
This is the type of plague that has been mixed into the defense line, and the number of infected people has unknowingly reached tens of thousands.
And it is spreading rapidly with the crowds of people cheering and having fun on the streets.
'It's time to wait again...'
After withdrawing his attention from the spreading plague, and touching the stone armrest of the seat next to him, Orshiga looked at the sky, trying to see through the interference of the barrier, and saw Kalto and the others fighting against each other.
The battlefield where the gods of this world fought, but nothing was achieved.
Because the power essence of that barrier is far above him, and it is full of the will of this world.
That's not a level of power he can understand yet.
'Compared to the [Demon Lord], who is able to stand at the upper reaches of the food chain of the entire multiverse, I am still a little too weak...'
After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but chuckle.
I don't have any thoughts of being discouraged at all, I just find it very interesting.
I am looking forward to what kind of scenery I can see if I can stand at the top of the entire multiverse in the future.
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A few days later.
As a sun elf, Alison has a high status among the elves. Even in the defense line, she enjoys the highest treatment in terms of food, housing and transportation, which is better than that of Henry Muir, who became the commander.
After getting up from the bed and tidying up her clothes in an orderly manner, Alison's slender ears moved slightly and she heard the chaotic sounds outside.
He couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Since two days ago, a large number of ordinary people and even low-level professionals have suddenly suffered from strange diseases without warning, and they continue to spread.
Even though Henry Muir, as a manager, paid great attention to it in a short period of time and issued multiple orders one after another in an attempt to kill it before it escalated, he was still unable to curb its spread.
In a very short period of time, the originally prosperous defense line became filled with mourning.
According to the current information, the composition of those diseases is very complex. It is not just one or two kinds, but many completely different ones mixed together, just like a cloud of turbid paint. Even the best doctors and priests,
I can't tell what their condition is, so I can only try my best to treat them.
Pushing open her carefully decorated hollow wooden window, she looked at the mortals lying feebly and moaning on the street downstairs. She frowned slightly. Although she wanted to help, there was nothing she could do.
Because when it comes to treating diseases, she only knows some relatively simple things, and the disease in front of her is completely beyond her ability.
Just like a medical intern facing a terminal cancer patient, there is not much that can be done except watching helplessly.
"Dududu..."
At this moment, the magic device hanging on her waist responsible for communication rang.
She didn't hesitate and activated it directly.
A male voice with a low voice, but who must be very young, came out: "The basic investigation on those diseases has been released."
Ellingson looked at the crowd on the street and whispered: "Say it."
The male voice said: "Those diseases should have been transmitted by the warriors who went to war during the last demonic wave. Judging from their ability to escape the detection ritual, their hidden abilities have far exceeded all known diseases."
Plagues, and the number of their types is too huge. There are more than 500 plagues detected now.
And they seem to have the ability to mutate rapidly. If completely different plagues are put together, new types will be quickly derived. Therefore, the number of plague types is still increasing, and the upper limit is not yet known..."
When Alison heard the known number of plagues and the rapid increase, she was slightly frightened, realizing that things were worse than she thought.
So he hurriedly asked: "Have they come up with a temporary treatment plan?"
She no longer expected to solve the current problem at once, but only hoped to come up with a temporary solution to delay the problem.
However, the other party gave her a disappointing reply: "...No, according to the doctors, this kind of thing has gone beyond the scope of plague and disease, and is more similar to a creature that will continue to evolve itself.
They are also helpless with this kind of thing.
Judging from the current situation, unless extremely precious therapeutic drugs or high-level therapeutic spells are used, there is basically no possibility of cure. However, that kind of cure method cannot be promoted on a large scale, which means that it is not suitable for civilians and even
For low-level professionals, as long as they are infected, the fatality rate is close to 100%..."
After listening, Alison closed her eyes slightly and couldn't bear to look at the patients on the street anymore: "...Is this like this..."
She has seen cities destroyed by monsters more than once, and she is very aware of the suffering suffered by various races.
With a high status within the elves, she could have lived in the rear without having to reach the front line. One of the main reasons why she participated in the war was to avoid those tragedies from happening again.
At this moment, the tragedy was about to happen in front of her, and she still had no way to stop it.
Perhaps it was the principle that misfortunes never come singly. After hesitating for a while, the male voice continued: "In addition, there is another very bad situation, that is, the things affected by these plagues are not just living things..."
Hearing this, Alison was slightly startled by the sadness on her face, and asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"According to observations, hospital beds and even quilts and other objects used by some patients have been affected by the plague and turned into some kind of monster... A bed has more than ten legs growing out, and it looks like a big spider on the wall.
I think you definitely don’t want to see the same crazy crawling scene..."
Hearing this, Alison immediately felt a chill running down her spine, and a silent chill filled her heart.