I became the Great Old One

Ten years is not a long time for the Dragonborn.

But if it is a ten-year war, it is an unbearable torture for most warriors.

Especially on the battlefield far away from home.

So.

When the first warriors fell down for no reason, it did not attract much attention.

Until the plague spread rapidly in the Dragonborn camp, more and more warriors fell in this disaster, and the Dragonborn gradually realized that this matter was not as simple as they imagined at the beginning.

"Cough cough!"

Agamemnon walked out of his gorgeous tent, his mouth and nose filled with the bitter taste of potion, and his ears were filled with coughs. The voice was hoarse and torn, as if he wanted to spit out the sticky black blood from his rotten lungs.

In the open space in front of him, many dying Dragonborn were placed on the shelves.

Some doctors in white robes shuttled back and forth between these dragon patients with solemn faces, but from the faces of these doctors, they seemed to have not found a good solution to the problem so far.

"Why is this?"

Agamemnon had questions in his heart, and Achilles' angry face appeared in his memory again.

The majestic king shook his head and removed the illusions from his brain. He strode forward, pushed away the dragon guards in front of him, and came to a dragon warrior infected with plague outside the square.

He half-knelt on the ground and stroked the skin of the dragon with his rough fingers.

The name of this dragon was Aeneas. He was brave in battle and had killed a hero with the blood of gods in Troy. Even thousands of people were not his opponents on the battlefield.

But now he fell to the ground weakly, and just panting seemed to have used up all his strength.

The sound from his lungs was accompanied by weakness and pain that could not be concealed.

"Aeneas, you were so brave that even the gods in the sky would tremble under your courage and force, but now you have become like this."

Agamemnon looked at his proud general who was dying.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand, covering his chest, and said with a face full of grief.

After the end of the Ice Age, the size and physical fitness of the Dragonborn have declined overall. But in general, the physique of the Dragonborn is still of the monster type.

For thousands of years, there have been few large-scale plagues in the Dragonborn society.

But this plague is extremely strange.

The incubation time is long, and once infected, it is extremely difficult to heal. The long incubation time makes it impossible to detect the signs of infection in time, further increasing the spread of the plague in the army.

And the characteristic of being difficult to heal has greatly affected the combat effectiveness of the Dragonborn army.

The only thing to be thankful for is.

Similar plagues are not only prevalent in the Dragonborn army.

On the other side of the Oedipus River, in the big cities built by many gods, similar plagues are also spreading. However, the disease in the dragon army is much more serious than that in humans.

According to the original plan.

In another half a year, the dragon army will be able to cross the Oedipus River and reach the other side.

But now with the advent of the plague, the situation of the future war has become unpredictable, and Agamemnon's heart is also covered with a faint haze.

"King, what should we do now?" A young dragon descended beside Agamemnon and asked.

"The plague that can infect the dragons with strong physical fitness on a large scale is definitely not born in nature. There must be a powerful evil god behind it."

Agamemnon's own strength and IQ are not bad.

However, as the ruler of a dynasty, he attaches too much importance to his prestige.

And Achilles' strength is too extraordinary, which is also the fundamental reason for the disagreement between the two. Agamemnon quickly realized the root of the matter.

He continued, "If we want to solve this plague, it will be difficult to rely on the power of the dragonborn alone. We have to ask for help from the gods again."

"Prepare for the sacrifice!"

As Agamemnon's words fell.

The army began to get busy again, and a red bonfire burned in the square.

Around the bonfire, the essence of the monsters' corpses was placed. Most of these monsters were descendants of Typhon, with thin divine blood flowing in their bodies, and they were the top-level sacrificial supplies.

In the flames, the majestic face of the Quetzalcoatl appeared again.

After the last experience.

This time, Agamemnon was obviously more familiar with the road, and reported the strange plague that occurred in the military camp.

The Quetzalcoatl's eyes crossed the flames and looked towards the back of the square. It saw the warriors lying on the ground, and the originally shining scales turned yellow at this time.

The dark red stripes on the body, like a burning version of the flame, appeared with ugly spots of mold.

Black blood with a foul odor escaped from the mouths and noses of the patients.

Its shape looked quite terrifying.

Moreover, at a glance, there were thousands of dragonborn lying on the ground dying in this square alone, which was not a small number. To this day, those who can still stay on this battlefield are all the best among the dragonborn.

Sometimes, even after a crucial large-scale battle, there will not be so many dragonborn injured.

In addition.

What made Quetzalcoatl feel even more uneasy was that.

From those plagues, Quetzalcoatl felt a power he had never seen before.

The scene he saw in his super sense was that countless dark green smoke rose from the fallen dragon soldiers, covering the sky and the sun, forming a vast and empty phantom in the sky.

The phantom appeared in human form, wearing a tattered dark yellow robe, and its huge body was hidden in the vast sky.

Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, a mysterious feeling lingered in Quetzalcoatl's heart.

"The Old Ones?" Quetzalcoatl had all kinds of terrible guesses in his mind: "Why did he come to the Norland world? No, no matter what the reason is, I have already felt the malice emanating from it."

"Keep the army stable, I will deal with this matter."

The existence of the Old Ones is still too mysterious and distant for the Dragonborn. Only Quetzalcoatl and Ergani are qualified to compete with the Old Ones.

Quetzalcoatl said to Agamemnon.

Then his phantom disappeared from the flames. With a heavy heart, Quetzalcoatl found his sister Ergani in the warp, hoping to get prophecy and help from her.