themonasnovels Chapter 219 Death Spreads
Chapter 219 Death Spreads
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Black Bear Territory in the Central North.
By the end of May, the wheat was beginning to fill out, and under the scorching sun, a faint herbal fragrance could be smelled in the wind.
But now, a different smell is blowing into my nose.
--The stench of a corpse.
The nauseating smell, mixed with some kind of rotten, sour odor, was so strong it was pungent.
Carl stood outside the gates of Black Bear Territory and turned his head to look. He saw that the edge of the wheat field was densely covered with "scarecrows" that would rot and ooze pus.
The corpse was swollen beyond recognition, with translucent pustules bulging on its skin and flesh, and swarms of flies buzzing around it.
When the wind blows, that smell comes over.
Carl frowned in disgust, took out a linen towel he always carried, and tightly covered his mouth and nose.
Spending too much time with chiffon cakes seems to have picked up some of the lord's bad habits, and I've started to dislike the smell of them.
A group of soldiers at the city gate leaned against the wall, their eyes unfocused, their armor loosely draped.
Karl shook his head, tossed a handful of copper coins over, and then led two Chiffon guards across the city gate.
The city is in chaos too.
The roadside ditch was filled with dark, filthy matter, swarms of flies, and the stench of corpses mixed with the smell of feces was particularly pungent.
Karl rolled his eyes, quickened his pace, crossed the street, and headed straight for the city's largest grain stores and bakeries.
They found a grain store and asked the owner to load twenty carts of wheat and transport them to a wasteland camp three kilometers outside the city, where the thousands of soldiers' families brought from Benlang were settled.
soon.
The grain arrived one after another.
After Karl finished counting the money, he settled the remaining balance, which totaled one gold and eighty silver.
The grain store owner held the gold coin, his hands trembling. He pressed the coin to his lips and kissed it several times, as if he were kissing a lover's cheek.
After delivering the grain, the grain store owner sat on the empty oxcart and headed towards the city, humming a little tune with satisfaction.
But as he hummed, he suddenly felt dizzy, and the world in front of him swayed. He thought it was because he was too tired.
But then, he felt an itch in his throat and couldn't help coughing.
puff!
He spat out a mouthful of putrid black blood, and to his horror, he discovered that a black snake-like pattern was emerging from his wrist.
As if it were alive, it slowly climbed up the arm, leaving a strange bluish-black tinge on the skin wherever it passed!
"No! No! Damn it! It's the Black Serpent Plague!"
The shop owner screamed in terror, frantically scratching and tearing at his skin, trying to pull out the slithering black snake.
But the snake-like markings seemed to be embedded in his flesh; no matter how much he scratched, it was to no avail, and instead, he scratched his skin until it bled profusely.
The intense pain nearly drove him mad. He jumped off the oxcart and stumbled toward Black Bear City, with only one thought in his mind.
--Find the Priest of Light!
...
Unfortunately, he had only run a few steps when he twisted his ankle and fell heavily to the ground, the bag of gold coins in his arms also falling to the ground.
"Gold coins! And silver coins too!"
Several passersby nearby had their eyes light up instantly. They couldn't see the fallen shopkeeper; their eyes were only on the glittering gold coin.
One of them swallowed hard, rushed over, grabbed a handful of gold coins, then grabbed a few more handfuls of silver coins, and ran away.
"you!"
The others paused for a second, then pounced on them like hungry wolves.
Pushing, shoving, cursing.
The shop owner struggled to get up to protect his money, but then spit out another mouthful of black, purulent blood, splattering all over them...
...
Within just a few hours, coughing echoed throughout Black Bear City, and the once bustling streets were now a scene of utter chaos.
In the blacksmith's shop, the burly man who could have just been wielding a sledgehammer was now slumped by the furnace, scratching his neck furiously.
In the tavern, the owner, slumped over the counter, trembling as he reached for a drink to take a sip, but knocked over the oil lamp.
On the street, a woman holding her child knelt on the ground, hoping someone would save her child, but all she received in return were equally painful groans.
What should I have done if this happens in the past?
Of course, we should look for the Church of Light.
The merciful priest will spread light, and a healing spell can cure this disease.
But now the church is nothing but a charred ruin. Not to mention the priests of light, even the believers of light are rotting like scarecrows by the wheat field.
Gods above!
Without the merciful priests, what should we do now?
"Alchemist! There's a shop in the east of the city that sells alchemical potions! Their antidote potion will definitely cure this damned plague!"
In despair, someone shouted, and everyone remembered that the large merchant house in the east of the city sold alchemical potions, which might contain a cure for the Black Snake Plague.
People, filled with hope, dragged their ailing bodies to the only large merchant house in the city that sold alchemical potions.
...
The manager of the merchant guild stood at the entrance, his face turning pale as he watched the dark mass of people surging in. Fortunately, there were more than a dozen guards from the merchant guild holding them off.
"Detoxification potion costs fifty silver coins per bottle! First come, first served!"
Despite the fear, business couldn't be neglected.
Fifty silver coins!?
Fifty silver coins!?
The crowd erupted.
"You're robbing me!"
"Even if you sell everything you own, it won't be enough!"
"My child is dying! Please, have mercy and sell it for a lower price!"
Seeing their loved ones struggling in pain, the desperate people could no longer hold back, and someone rushed forward first.
"Grab it! For our families, we'll fight!"
In an instant, the angry crowd surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, breaking through the crumbling human wall formed by the guards.
Shelves were overturned as people frantically searched for antidotes, even resorting to violence over a single bottle.
In the end, only a few dozen bottles were found, but most of them were smashed in the chaotic scramble, leaving very few intact ones.
The person who received the potion drank it down without a second thought, only to be torn to pieces by the enraged mob.
...
What should we do now?
"To the lord's manor!"
"That's right! Let's go find the lord! There are magicians and alchemists in the castle! The lord will definitely have a way!"
The desperate crowd turned again, continuing to surge towards Black Bear Fortress.
However, before the lord arrived, a rain of arrows fell.
Soldiers stood on the city walls, archers drew their bows and nocked their arrows, the cold arrowheads aimed below, and dozens of free men who intended to cross the border were like wheat being harvested.
Blood stained the ground, and people retreated in terror, not daring to take another step forward. The hope that had just risen on their faces was completely replaced by despair.
At this moment, a figure appeared on the top of the city wall, dressed in a magnificent purple velvet robe; it was none other than the Black Bear Lord.
He frowned, looking down at the large group of free citizens coughing up blood, his face filled with disgust.
"Damn scum! Bound by the plague, you dare to approach my castle? Get out of here! Take another step closer, and I'll kill you all!"
"Lord! Please save us! My child is only three years old!" People knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly until their foreheads bled profusely.
The Black Bear Lord waved his hand impatiently, signaling the archers to continue firing.
Save you?
Think more.
People who came begging for a way to survive scattered and fled, dragging their sick bodies. For a time, the entire town resembled a living hell.
...
What should we do now...?
Oh...
Leave the city!
Perhaps there is still hope of survival if we go to other territories!