Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

"Plague?!" Sun Miao's withered face instantly turned pale as paper! "Nail rot?! Impossible! Kaligon is dead! The sacred tree at Burial Bone Cliff is destroyed! Where did the plague come from?!"

The scout's voice was filled with endless fear: "They... they're coming from the direction of Jackdaw Valley! Like... like a tide! They can't be stopped... they've already broken through the outer checkpoints! They're... heading towards the camp!!!"

boom--! ! !

It was like thunder exploding in my ears! Everyone in the tent's expression changed drastically!

Jackdaw Valley! The source of the Toruhan Plague! Kaligon's lair! The fangs of the sacred tree king, Hua Yunhong!

Refugees? Refugees carrying the Armor Rot Plague? Flooding the camp like a tide?

A trap! A blatant trap! Hua Yunhong's diabolical scheme! He was going to unleash a deadly plague like a plague into the very heart of Qin Ming's army! He was going to turn the entire Black Armor Camp into a den of rotworms!

"Hua Yunhong—!!!" Meng Zhi's eyes were bloodshot, his axe humming! He turned abruptly and roared to the outside of the tent, "Order! All troops, alert! Strike your bows and crossbows! Prepare kerosene! Anyone approaching the camp—will be killed without mercy!!!"

"Hey!!" A thunderous roar echoed from outside the tent, instantly shattering the dead silence of the camp! The sound of armor clashing! The sound of swords being unsheathed! The sound of bowstrings being tightened! Like a tidal wave of death, it instantly swept across the entire camp!

Qin Ming slowly stood up. His dark uniform fluttered without a breeze, and an invisible, yet tangible, icy pressure suddenly spread out from him! The candlelight in the tent flickered wildly, and the light and shadows distorted like a ghostly realm!

His deep eyes were like two cold abysses that swallowed up the light, reflecting the murderous aura that suddenly boiled outside the tent, the two bodies struggling in agony on the stretchers, and even the "refugees" carrying deadly plague and surging like a tide as described by the scouts!

“Refugees…” Qin Ming’s icy voice was like the friction of ten thousand years of black ice, carrying with it the murderous intent to freeze the soul. “What a… King of the Divine Wood!”

The corner of his mouth, covered by his face, slowly curled up into an extremely cold arc.

"Propagate my command." The voice was low, but like cold iron falling to the ground, it clearly penetrated the clamor outside the tent. "Establish three walls of fire around the camp. Archers, indiscriminately cover a hundred paces away. Anyone who approaches, regardless of gender, age or status... will be burned!"

"Here!!!" Meng Zhi's roar was like a landslide and tsunami!

Qin Ming's gaze slowly shifted to Liu Yueli's pale face on the stretcher. Her tightly closed eyelids trembled violently, as if sensing the murderous intent and deadly danger outside the tent. From the edge of the charred branding wound on her shoulder, the dark red gelatinous substance seeped out... seemingly... faster.

"Ugh..." An extremely weak, gossamer-like groan of pain squeezed out from between her charred lips.

The Xuanjia camp was like an anthill thrown into boiling oil, boiling instantly! Meng Zhi's roar was like thunder, tearing through the dead silence of the night sky! "All troops on alert! Bows and crossbows strung! Kerosene ready! Anyone who approaches - kill without mercy!!!"

“Here—!!!”

The overwhelming response, like a tsunami of death, instantly swept across the camp! Armor clashed! Swords were unsheathed! Bowstrings were taut! The soldiers were like awakened beasts, their eyes burning with mad rage, fueled by exhaustion and fear! Bonfires were violently kicked apart, and lit torches lit up like stars in the darkness! Heavy barricades were dragged, making a harsh friction sound, and were quickly piled up outside the camp! Barrels of sticky kerosene were poured onto the frozen ground, the pungent smell mixed with the smell of blood, forming a sickening odor of death!

Qin Ming stood at the entrance to the imperial tent, his dark uniform rustling in the night breeze. Beneath his visor, his bottomless eyes, like two cold abysses devouring all light, pierced the camp's fences and gazed southeastward at the wilderness engulfed in thick darkness. There, the "refugees" the scouts had described as pouring in like a tide, carrying a deadly plague, were spreading towards the camp like an invisible plague!

"Your Majesty! The fire wall has been set up! Archers, get in position!" Meng Zhi was covered in blood, his giant axe was buzzing, and his voice was filled with murderous intent like thunder.

Qin Ming didn't respond. His gaze was as cold as steel, reflecting the distant darkness, where tiny dots of green light flickered sporadically like will-o'-the-wisp fire, yet quickly converged and connected... Those weren't torches! They were... countless pairs of scarlet eyes, gleaming with madness and hunger in the darkness!

Close! Closer!

Amidst the wailing wind, something faintly emanated! Not a cry! Not a plea! Instead... a low, chaotic roar, like that of a wild beast! Like countless throats clogged with gravel, twisted by hunger and madness... an inhuman roar!

"Here they come!" The shrill roar of the sentry on the arrow tower pierced the night sky!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !

The earth began to tremble! Like a thousand beasts galloping! Countless twisted, stumbling black shadows, emitting a strong stench of decay, surged out from the darkness in the southeast like a black, foul stream bursting through a dam! They were ragged, their limbs broken, their skin covered with festering black spots and pus-oozing sores! Their scarlet eyes flashed with inhuman madness in the darkness! They let out meaningless, beast-like roars! They ignored the chevaux de frise! They ignored the wall of fire! Like a horde of corpses driven by an invisible whip, they rushed towards the camp—desperately!

"put--!!!"

Meng Zhi’s roar was like a flood that burst open!

Om-! ! !

Arrows, dense as locusts, tore through the air with shrill screams! Like a torrential downpour, they slammed fiercely into the surging black tide!

puff!puff!puff!

The sound of arrows piercing flesh was like rain hitting banana leaves! The "refugees" at the forefront fell like fallen wheat! Dirty blood splattered! But more black shadows stepped on the corpses of their companions, like puppets, feeling no pain, and continued to rush forward frantically! Arrows pierced their chests, but they still stumbled forward! Broken their leg bones, they crawled on their hands! Scarlet eyes stared fixedly in the direction of the camp, and their mouths let out even more shrill roars!

"Kerosene! Release——!!!"

Meng Zhi’s roar exploded again!

boom! boom! boom!

Rockets drenched in incendiary oil pierced the tide of refugees like a flaming meteor shower! Orange-red flames erupted instantly! The sticky incendiary oil clung to the festering bodies, like burning grease! Inhuman, shrill screams instantly resounded through the night sky! Countless refugees twisted and tumbled frantically in the flames! The stench of burnt flesh and blood mixed with the stench of burning flesh rose to the sky, forming a brief wall of fire!

However, the black tide seemed endless! The flames could only slightly slow its advance! More shadows stepped on the burning corpses of their companions, ignoring the excruciating pain of the blazing flames, and continued to roar and rush towards the camp!