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The advance of the alliance army halted due to a sudden outbreak of disease. The number of the ill, which started with about a hundred, swelled to hundreds in just two days.
“The disease is spreading.”
Most of the ones who fell ill were tribal warriors. It was hard to find civilized people who got sick.
Tssss.
Smoke rose high from the area where the sick men were gathered. Incense made from a secret recipe handed down through generations wafted among the patients.
“Bleeegh!”
The number of warriors vomiting increased everywhere. The stench of the sick filled the air all over the camp.
“This is…”
Urich traced his memory. He had also suffered a severe illness in the civilized world once.
Sometimes, barbarians would fall ill when they came to the civilized world. Even Urich had nearly died from such an illness.
“Great Chief, we must offer sacrifices to the heavens,” Six-Fingered said as he covered his mouth with a cloth.
“Do whatever you want,” Urich replied carelessly.
“We need the help of the heavens, Great Chief. Fix your attitude and behave accordingly,” Six-Fingered warned coldly. Urich stared blankly at him.
The disease did not subside. By the third day, the number of deaths started piling up. As people...
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