Lord Era: I, The Strongest Abyss Lord!

Chapter 45 Wound

Facing an army of 40,000, the forty little devils sent by Wu Wei were like a joke.

These forty little devils were like stones thrown into the sea, without even a splash.

With just one breath from this army, Wu Wei's attack became invisible.

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"Haha, so it turned out that it was this little beast who occupied the kingdom passage and killed General Max?"

A dwarf with a gray beard was stepping on the imp and said with a smile to his companions around him.

And at his feet, even though the poor little devil was yelling and biting frantically, trying to escape from the opponent's restraint, the power gap between the two sides was really too great.

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

Therefore, this little devil could only watch helplessly as the dwarf pushed himself into eternal sleep in the darkness with a little bit of force.

"Crack!"

The dwarves couldn't help laughing heartily when they heard the sound of the little devil's head cracking under their feet.

Finally, after the little devil's brains were all trampled out, the brief carnival ended.

"Ugh, this little bastard stinks even if it's dead."

The gray-bearded dwarf who trampled the little devil to death looked at the little devil's body in disgust and said.

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

"Oh, are you hurt?"

The gray bearded dwarf immediately looked down when he heard this.

Sure enough, a wound that was too small to be small appeared on his calf.

The size of this wound was only a little bit deeper than the tip of a fingernail, and there was not even blood.

So, after seeing this "wound", the dwarf with the gray beard laughed loudly, and said vigorously, patting his companion on the shoulder.

"Haha, you call this an injury?"

"I fought in a tavern, and my injuries were worse than this!"

Hearing what the gray bearded dwarf said, the other dwarves also nodded in agreement.

Indeed, by the standards of a race of drunken and brawling dwarves, the wound wasn't even a scratch.

So no one took the wound seriously, including the dwarf with the gray beard.

But just like Achilles, who is invincible and invincible, never thought that he would die from the arrow on his heel.

This entire 40,000 army, these more than a hundred rookie lords, and even the dwarf king himself would not believe that his defeat stemmed from such a small wound that was not even considered a wound!

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"Cough cough cough!"

Half an hour after the wound appeared, the gray-bearded dwarf developed symptoms of cough and fever at the same time.

At the same time, this army once again destroyed the three demon squads sent by Wu Wei.

The entire army was unscathed, only a blood slave and a naga warrior were scratched by the imps.

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An hour after the wound appeared, the dwarf with the gray beard lay weakly on the grain cart behind the army.

He told his companions that he was not sick.

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

When he got to the other end of the kingdom passage, he was going to kill all directions!

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

But since this blood slave was originally the ration of a certain blood hero, not even standard cannon fodder, his condition was ignored by everyone.

On the other hand, the Naga warrior had a few small abscesses, but because this place was underground, the other Naga warriors just ignored it as acclimatization.

Moreover, since this place is less than an hour away from the place where Wu Wei is entrenched, Wu Wei's "resistance" is much stronger.

This 40,000-strong army defeated dozens of demon squads successively.

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

Six hundred thirty-two!

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"It turns out that these monsters were sent by other lords."

"The name of the race is... devil, I've never heard of it, I don't know what kind of miscellaneous fish race it is."

A new lord said to Li Qi and other lords.

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

But don't get me wrong, it's not because he's overly hygienic, the only reason he's holding his nose is because the little devil's corpse really stinks.

Moreover, there were maggots wriggling in the abdominal cavity of this little devil, which was separated by the sword. It seemed that he had been infected with some kind of disease while he was alive.

"Haha, although this lord has a large number of troops, he is really stupid."

"Yeah, when facing an army that is much higher in quantity and quality than him, he is still using this ineffective refueling tactic. It seems that he has failed the war game deduction."

"That's right, if I encountered such a situation, I would definitely gather my own troops as much as possible, and then find a way to conduct maneuvers 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 mutation has been brewing.

"..."

The gray-bearded dwarf lying on the grain truck to take a "temporary" rest suddenly opened his 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 little plague fly.

This small and cute plague fly struggled to get out from under the dwarf's motionless eyelids, and wiped the blood and mucus stained on its wings with great effort.

Finally, after a good swab, the plague fly was ready to fly and mate.

It shook its head, then flew into the dark sky around it.

And behind it, more and more plague flies came out of the dwarf's nostrils, ear holes, mouth and even navel...

When the first batch of plague flies flew out, the dwarf's icy body deflated strangely and quickly like a leaking balloon.

buzz buzz~

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

"Hey, did you hear that?"

A dwarf pushing a grain truck suddenly felt his neck itch, patted it casually, and said to his companion.

"Ahem, ahem! Listen, what do you hear?"

Another dwarf pushing a grain cart coughed and asked suspiciously.

"I seem to hear the sound of flies."

The sound of flies?