The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

"Crack... creak..."

The lords couldn't help feeling a little bit numb looking at the weird mage who was gnawing on his fingers.

Although I heard that the personalities of mages who specialize in necromology are generally weird, but hearing it is hearing after all, and seeing it with my own eyes is still a bit hard to accept.

Calante didn't care about it, he had seen Poposa's weirder behaviors before, and biting a finger was nothing.

Compared with these, he is more in awe of the mysterious Grand Prince His Royal Highness.

After all, a source sorcerer with such a weird personality can be used by him, so one can imagine how terrifying the energy behind the eldest prince is.

"The moat of Dragonfire City comes from the stream formed by the snow water of the Feren Mountains. We only need to spread the plague on the upper stream. So, do you have any questions?"

Calant tapped on the hilt of the sword, causing some lords who were still distracted to return to the original question.

"I have no doubts."

"Since Lord Poposa has an antidote, then I have no problem."

"Me too."

……

The lords nodded in agreement, and even those who hesitated had to follow the trend.

Xi Wei didn't express any opinion, it was acquiesced, but he knew that most of Poposa's words were farting. Would a mage who studies necrology study alchemy to make antidote?

However, he remembered that Lori seemed to have the ability to dispel the plague, and he planned to go back and ask Lori after Calant removed the sound barrier.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Calante raised his hand and pressed down. After the lords gradually calmed down, he continued to speak:

"Your Excellency Poposa's plague will take effect within three days, so we started to attack the city on the third day, and we cannot give the Pope time to react."

"Of course, the siege this time is mainly of a harassment nature. If the Pope can't control our thoughts and thinks that we have the capital to attack the city, only then will he continue to lurk in Dragonfire City."

"The longer the time drags on, the more serious the plague will be. By the time the Pope reacts and goes out of the city to fight us, the combat power under his command has been greatly reduced."

"And that's what we want."

……

After a while, the duration of the sound-proof enchantment ended, and this pre-battle discussion also just came to an end.

Every lord was deeply impressed by Calant's cruelty.

This is a ruthless man who will do anything to win.

Xi Wei didn't go to get together with those lords to chat and laugh.

He returned to his army alone, looked around, and saw that none of the lords paid attention to him.

In addition, the eagle leader's army was stationed at a relatively rear location, so he came to Loli's side, bent down and lowered his head, whispering to her ear:

"Loli, I remember that your ability can solve all plagues, right?"

Seeing Xi Wei's cautious movements, Lori knew that he didn't want the conversation between the two of them to be heard by others.

So with a serious face, he gently leaned against Xi Wei's ear, raised a small hand to half cover his mouth, and replied in a low voice:

"That's right~ Any plague can be eliminated with the dead wood spring, and Lori can also infuse the healing energy of the dead tree into the water. Although the effect will be weakened, there is no problem in dealing with the plague of initial infection."

Xi Wei looked at Loli in surprise upon hearing this, and gently patted her head amidst the other's expression of "not boasting me".

This time, no matter what conspiracy the eldest prince has, he already has a rough solution.

……

Three days later, in the bustling Dragon Fire City.

Crusader barracks.

Andrew was hurrying through the barracks with a pot of boiling water and a basket of herbs.

He is an ordinary soldier belonging to the Royal Crusade of the Cologne Empire. He has served in the legion for more than ten years, and he is considered a veteran of many battles.

Because he lived long enough, he gradually took the position of captain, and he was in charge of eight young recruits.

As a little soldier, I only have the right to know what happened above but not the right to change.

It doesn't matter to him who works his life under anyone's command. In this kind of world, being alive is a luxury, and he is better than ordinary soldiers when he goes to the battlefield.

It's a bigger cannon fodder.

Andrew has a good relationship with a group of young people under him.

This group of young recruits like to call him Daddy Andrew, because of his meticulous care and knowledge of the battlefield.

He is in his 50s and has no wife or children.

So I can only pin the family affection I have been longing for on these brats in their early twenties.

It's just that in the past two or three days, several brats under him have contracted the same disease one after another.

In other words, people in the entire military camp began to get sick one after another.

This made Andrew very worried.

This morning he finally couldn't bear to go to the nearby mountains and found some herbs based on his experience.

These herbal remedies were all tried out by him when he was sick, which might be helpful for treatment, and he hoped that it would also work for those brats.

This disease seems to be a common cough disease. The patient has weakness and fever all over the body, accompanied by nausea and headache, dry throat, and intermittent coughing.

Generally, people will suffer from this disease during the alternation of spring and winter and the severe summer season.

But now is the season of autumn and the soldiers are generally in good health. Andrew can't figure out the reason for their illness.

But fortunately, cough is not a serious illness. Even if you don't take medicine, you can usually recover on your own in four or five days. But now a war may break out at any time, and Andrew can't wait.

He shook his head, shook off many messy thoughts, opened the curtain and walked into his military tent.

Through the dim sunlight outside the tent, one can vaguely see eight young soldiers wearing armor and sitting listlessly on the ground.

Some simple food was placed in front of them in a mess, but they hardly moved. It was obvious that their appetite had become very poor due to illness.

Their faces were flushed, their eyes were lax, and they looked drowsy. Even when they saw Andrew walking in, they could only lift their heads weakly, forced a smile and said hello.

"Ann... Father Andrew..."

"Don't worry about it, we're fine, we'll be fine in two days."

"Yeah, don't worry, we are strong."

Just as he was talking, a soldier struggled to stand up and gesture to Andrew, but Andrew pushed him back.

"I can't control you monkeys when you're sick."

Andrew reprimanded angrily, and lifted the curtains on the top of the tent to let sunlight in, and also to dispel the sweaty smell of the soldiers in the tent.

Then he quickly took out the bowls of eight soldiers, mashed the herbs he found and divided them into eight parts, and added some boiling water to the bowls.

The juice of the herbs melts in the hot water, exuding a fragrance.

He fanned the bowl with his big palm-like hand for a while, trying to reduce the temperature of the potion, and then brought the bowl in front of the soldiers. His calloused hands were steady, and no potion spilled out.

"Come on, drink it all up, maybe you'll be fine after drinking it."

The soldiers looked at Andrew gratefully upon hearing this, and were about to drink the potion, but found that it was a bit hot.

A soldier blew on the bowl and took a sip, but grinned from the scalding of the potion, and couldn't help complaining to Andrew:

"Father Andrew, it's not like you don't know that we never drink boiled hot water. It's not winter yet, so why drink something so hot?"

Andrew glared at the soldier, and reprimanded in a rough voice:

"You know what a fart. The potion has to be hot to be effective. I guess you all got sick because you drank raw water. You are not allowed to drink raw water in the future!"

The soldier was not afraid of Andrew, he still had a laughing look, suddenly felt a little itchy on his body, and scratched his back lightly, but because he didn't have much strength, he couldn't reach it at all.

"Father Andrew, scratch it for me!" The soldier looked at Andrew with a flattering look.

"I think you're drifting, right? I'll be your father and mother, and scratch your back? You ask them to scratch your back!"

"They don't have any strength in their bodies. It's as if they haven't been scratched."

"..."

Although very helpless, Andrew still came to the soldiers.

"Turn me over!"

He slapped the soldier on the ass, and the soldier also turned his back to him with a playful smile.

"Where does it itch? Here?"

"Yes... Father Andrew, you should work harder. If you fish up my clothes and scratch them, I think I was bitten by fleas. These damned little things are really annoying!"

"Little bunny..."

Andrew muttered dissatisfiedly with a leaf cigarette in his mouth, his face twitched, and he uncovered the clothes on the soldier's back.

Then he saw a disgusting scene.

The soldier's wheat-colored skin was covered with dense red sores, which seemed to be because it was too itchy. The soldier rubbed it everywhere by himself, and many places were already broken and exuding an unpleasant smell...

Andrew's eyes widened, and he took off the clothes on the backs of several other soldiers, and found that each of them had the same backs.

This is definitely no ordinary cough.

And these abscesses had only grown today, not last night when the soldiers were sleeping topless.

It's only been one morning, and it's so serious.

Andrew's lips trembled a little. According to his limited knowledge and experience, any abscess like this on the body is usually a very serious infectious disease.

He no longer cared about feeding the soldiers with medicine, and ran out scrambling to tell the news to the head of the Crusader Legion.

The other crusaders did not have such careful elders to take care of them, so those adults must not know about the abscesses on their bodies after infection.

This is a terrifying plague. If it is not controlled well, the entire Dragon Fire City will be destroyed forever.