Chapter 403 Severe Infectious Diseases (Please subscribe, please vote)
The tribal generals eagerly summoned their soldiers and issued strict orders: no one was allowed to approach the dangerous area eroded by Yin Wu Lei.
The soldiers retreated after hearing the order.
In this hell shrouded in dark power, the figures of Lin Yi and Su Xiao became increasingly abrupt and strange.
They are like two isolated points, in stark contrast to the surrounding death atmosphere.
"Walk!"
After the last soldier of the Soaring Dragon Empire safely evacuated from the shadow passage, Lin Yi and Su Xiao also prepared to leave through the shadow passage.
Before leaving, Lin Yi originally wanted to smash Lin Xiao No. 1 here, but Su Xiao stopped him. Everyone just came here to have a fight, there was no need to smash the pot directly.
If Lin Yi really throws Lin Xiao No. 1 here, then it can be said that the entire Black Earth Fortress will suffer.
Siqibili watched Lin Yi slowly walk into the shadow passage, his heart filled with anger and helplessness.
He wished he could rush over immediately and twist off Lin Yi's head with his own hands.
But unfortunately, he was unable to do this and could only watch the enemy disappear from his sight.
"Where is the high priest? Let the high priest come over and take a look!"
As Lin Yi left, the Yin Wu Lei that filled the surrounding area finally gradually dissipated, revealing the brown ground below.
The tragic situation on the battlefield also became apparent.
Many soldiers struggled in pain due to the erosion of Yin Wu Lei, and some soldiers even died due to severe loss of vitality due to excessive negative states.
Si Qibili witnessed all this, and her heart was filled with sadness.
He knew that these soldiers were a valuable force for the tribe, and he could not sit idly by.
He acted quickly in the hope of saving as many lives as possible.
Soon, the tribal high priest was rushed to the battlefield.
Schibeli thought that the arrival of the high priest would bring hope to these suffering soldiers.
However, after taking a look at the situation on the battlefield, the high priest made an unexpected decision.
He solemnly ordered Siqibili to lead all the soldiers back and asked that all the soldiers here be burned.
"What are you doing? These soldiers are still alive!" Schibeli's voice was full of urgency and confusion. He could not understand why the high priest ordered the burning of those soldiers who were still alive.
Among this group of wounded soldiers, there were 200 members of his dwarf knights. Their wails deeply hurt his heart, and Schibeli could not give up on them just like that.
"They are hopeless." The high priest's voice was calm and firm. "If we let the soldiers take them back now, they will only bring death with them."
The high priest was not angry at Schibeli's rude behavior. He had experienced too much on the battlefield and knew the situation in the army.
The high priest sighed, gently placed his hand on Schibeli's eyes, and began to recite a spell.
Under the spell of the high priest, Schibeli's eyes were given extraordinary powers.
When Si Qibei used these eyes that were endowed with special abilities to look around the battlefield, he saw a strange sight that he had never seen before.
The body of the eroded soldier seemed to be surrounded by a thick layer of black, and under this layer of darkness, a strange red light flickered vaguely.
This kind of red light is not unfamiliar to the high priest. It was once a terrifying symbol in the tribe when pinkeye was rampant, a frightening and severe infectious disease that once brought serious disasters to the tribe.
The soldiers now glowed with the same red glow, an undeniable ominous sign that they were infected with the same terrible disease.
Under the high priest's detailed explanation, Schibeli's heart became more and more worried.
He knew very well that if these soldiers were rashly brought back to the tribe, they would not only spread the disease to more compatriots, but would also be more likely to trigger a plague of unprecedented scale.
The consequences of that would be unbearable for the tribe - countless lives would be lost as a result, and the entire tribe might be on the verge of destruction.
"You understand, it's not that I won't save them, but that I can't save them. Once these soldiers are brought back, the entire tribe will die."
The memories of the pink eye disease that raged among the tribes are still frightening to recall today.
The disease, like a silent storm, swept through almost the entire tribe and claimed countless precious lives.
The conditions of civilians suffering from pinkeye are so tragic that they cannot be described in words.
The patient's mouth was dripping with blood, his body was losing weight rapidly, his skin was tightly attached to his bones, and his shape was like a skeleton, which was horrible to look at.
And the stench emitted by the disease that eroded the body filled the air, making it suffocating.
The fever reached nearly forty degrees, leaving the patient in a state of confusion.
The painful moans came one after another, like purgatory on earth.
The most frightening thing is their eyes that are stained blood red by pinkeye.
The whites of their eyes were filled with blood, like two burning flames. Every time they opened their eyes in pain, they revealed deep despair and boundless fear.
For this reason, this disease is called "pink eye". Behind its name are the wailing of countless lives and the memory of the suffering of the entire tribe.
During that time, the entire tribe was shrouded in the shadow of death. People watched helplessly as their relatives and comrades fell one by one, and their hearts were filled with grief and despair.
When Schibeli was young, he once suffered from pinkeye. Those days were like a lingering nightmare for him.
Fortunately, he came from a wealthy family and had the wherewithal to purchase expensive herbs and nutritious foods.
These timely medical resources saved his life at the critical moment, allowing him to maintain the spark of life with difficulty in his battle with death.
In order to save him, his family spared no effort to search for rare medicinal herbs.
These miraculous plants can relieve the high fever and pain caused by pinkeye to a certain extent.
At the same time, nutritious food was carefully prepared at home, providing him with the energy he needed to fight the disease and helping him maintain his strength when he was at his weakest.
Although Siqibili was extremely weak at that time, with the meticulous care and care of his family, he miraculously survived that life-or-death moment.
It was precisely because he had personally experienced the torture of pinkeye that Siqi Bailey firmly believed in the words of the high priest.
He knew that once these soldiers who were corrupted by Yin Wu Lei were brought back to the tribe, a slight mistake might cause a new disaster.
He couldn't let the tragedy of that year happen again, and he couldn't let the entire tribe fall into the shadow of death again.
"Everyone! Back one hundred meters!" Siqibili closed his eyes and issued an order in a deep voice to the surrounding soldiers.
The soldiers were well-trained and executed quickly. Taking the area eroded by Yin Wu Lei as the boundary, they retreated one hundred meters uniformly, completely exposing the area shrouded in death.
(End of chapter)