#45 - Chapter 45 Wounds

Faced with an army of forty thousand, the forty little devils Wu Wei sent out were simply a joke.

These forty little devils were like stones thrown into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

With just a breath from this army, Wu Wei's attack vanished into nothingness.

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"Haha, so these are the little beasts that occupied the kingdom's passage and killed General Mays back then?"

A dwarf with a gray beard was stepping on a little devil, laughing and saying to his companions.

Under his feet, the poor little devil was frantically shouting, biting, and trying to escape from the other's restraint, but the difference in strength between the two sides was simply too great.

Even if the dwarf didn't use much strength, the little devil couldn't escape from under the dwarf's feet.

So, this little devil could only watch as the dwarf slowly exerted force, sending himself into the eternal sleep of darkness.

"Crack!"

The dwarves listened to the sound of the little devil's head cracking under their feet, and couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Finally, after the little devil's brains were all crushed out, this short carnival ended.

"Ugh, this little beast is so smelly even in death."

The gray-bearded dwarf who had crushed the little devil to death said with disgust as he looked at the little devil's corpse.

But at this moment, one of his companions pointed to his calf and said.

"Hey, are you injured?"

Hearing this, the gray-bearded dwarf immediately looked down.

Sure enough, a wound so small that it couldn't be smaller appeared on his calf.

The size of this wound was only a little deeper than a fingernail scratch, and not even blood appeared.

So, after seeing this "wound", the gray-bearded dwarf laughed loudly, vigorously patting his companion's shoulder and said.

"Haha, you call this an injury?"

"The injuries I've suffered in tavern brawls are more serious than this!"

Hearing the gray-bearded dwarf say this, the other dwarves nodded in agreement.

Indeed, according to the standards of the dwarf race who like to drink and fight, this wound couldn't even be considered a scratch.

So no one took this wound seriously, including the gray-bearded dwarf himself.

But just like the invulnerable and invincible Achilles never imagined that he would die from an arrow in his heel.

This entire army of forty thousand, these hundred or so new lords, even the dwarf king himself would not believe that their defeat originated from such a small wound that couldn't even be considered a wound!

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"Cough cough cough!"

Half an hour after the wound appeared, the gray-bearded dwarf simultaneously showed symptoms of coughing and fever.

At the same time, this army once again destroyed three of Wu Wei's demon squads.

The entire army was unscathed, with only one blood slave and one naga warrior being scratched by the little devils.

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One hour after the wound appeared, the gray-bearded dwarf lay weakly on the grain cart at the rear of the army.

He told his companions that he was not sick.

He was just tired from walking and was going to lie down for a while.

When he reached the other end of the kingdom passage, he would have a good time killing everyone!

At the same time, black mold grew on the back of the blood slave's neck.

But since this blood slave was originally the food of a certain blood clan hero and wasn't even considered standard cannon fodder, his condition was ignored by everyone.

And several small pustules grew on the naga warrior's body, but because this was underground, the other naga warriors just regarded it as acclimatization and ignored it.

Moreover, since this place was less than an hour away from Wu Wei's base, Wu Wei's "resistance" had increased a lot.

This army of forty thousand had defeated dozens of demon squads, one after another.

The number of dead was only two, and the total number of wounded was...

Six hundred and thirty-two!

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"So these monsters were sent by other lords."

"The name of the race is... demons, never heard of it, I wonder what kind of trash race it is."

A new lord said to Li Qi and the other lords.

At this time, he was covering his nose, using the sword in his hand to flip over the corpse of a dead demon.

But don't misunderstand, this is not because he has any excessive hygiene awareness, the only reason he is covering his nose is because the corpse of this little devil is too smelly.

Moreover, there were even maggots wriggling in the abdominal cavity of this little devil that had been cut open by the sword, as if it had been infected with some kind of epidemic disease while it was still alive.

"Haha, this lord has a lot of troops, but he is really stupid."

"Yeah, when facing an army that is much higher in number and quality than him, he is still using this ineffective piecemeal tactic, it looks like he is a waste who failed the war game."

"That's right, if I encountered such a situation, I would definitely gather my troops as much as possible, and then try to carry out mobile operations to delay time, or find an opportunity to fight to the death."

At this time, the lords were happily discussing which "classmate" would make such a stupid mistake.

A terrible change had already been brewing.

"..."

The gray-bearded dwarf who was lying on the grain cart taking a "temporary" rest suddenly opened his originally tightly closed eyes.

However, he only opened one eye, while the other eye was still tightly closed.

And what really helped him open his eyes was not his own will, but a small plague fly.

This small and cute plague fly struggled to crawl out from under the dwarf's motionless eyelids, laboriously wiping the blood and mucus that had stained its wings.

Finally, after wiping for a while, this plague fly was ready to fly and mate.

It shook its head, and then flew into the surrounding dim sky.

And behind it, more and more plague flies crawled out from the dwarf's nostrils, ear holes, mouth, and even belly button...

When this first batch of plague flies flew out, the dwarf's cold body deflated strangely and rapidly, like a leaky balloon.

Buzz buzz buzz~

In the dim tunnel, small sounds began to appear from all directions.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

A dwarf pushing a grain cart suddenly felt an itch on his neck, slapped it casually, and said to his companion.

"Cough cough, cough! Hear, hear what?"

Another dwarf pushing a grain cart asked suspiciously while coughing.

"I seem to hear the sound of flies."

The sound of flies?

No.

That was the laughter of the messengers of death, practicing the corruption of all things, hovering over everyone's heads!