Life is like a box of chocolate, and you will never know what the next one tastes.

Sometimes, when you feel that you are at the trough of your life, a billionaire may knock on your door and tell you with tears in your eyes that you are actually his own son who has been separated for many years; sometimes, when you are full of energy and confidence, you feel that you are about to marry a rich and beautiful woman and reach the peak of your life, a stick will knock down without warning, making you stunned by blood and stare...

There is no doubt that Admiral Hasting is in the second case!

When a new group of half-snake monsters were created, when tens of thousands of elite soldiers were raising their energy all night, and when the warm sunshine of the next morning fell in the military camp, the admiral was ready to siege the city with high spirits and decided to sit in the hall of the Blood Castle in a few hours and have tea, and then...

Uh, then, he caught a cold!

Ah Yeh! The brazier lit the warm tent as spring as spring. Admiral Hasting was wrapped in a thick quilt. While receiving treatment from the priest with the army, he was drinking the unbearable bitterness of the eighteen cold spirit, but still trembled uncontrollably. At this moment, he finally understood that the chill he felt last night was not a premonition of danger coming. The truth of the matter was... Ah! Ah Yeh!

It has to be admitted that the middle-level silver strongman is the middle-level silver strongman. Even a sneeze can shock the earth. With just one sneeze, the whole tent trembled violently, and even the medicine soup on the table almost fell down. What's even more speechless is that Mandala happened to sit opposite Admiral Hasting. The spectacular scene of spitting spit was simply awe-inspiring.

"See the undead!" Mandala frowned with a gray face, rubbed the saliva on his face, and couldn't help but grit his teeth, "Hasting. I'm even beginning to wonder now whether you have the strong strength of the middle-level silver level. You know, in the past few decades, I have never heard of any strong man above the level of silver level that would be defeated by a cold?"

"Damn it, I don't know what's going on." Hasting replied in a muffled voice. Compared to the hot forehead and the feeling of weakness all over his body, his nose was completely blocked and his inability to breathe, which made him feel even more unbearable. "It's really a dead soul. I haven't been sick for many years, why is it so coincidental that I'm about to win... Ah Yeh! Ah Yeh! Ah Yeh!"

"Hasting, control yourself." Mandara took a few steps back with disgust on his face and couldn't help frowning, "Don't tell me that you can't fight because you have a cold. That's a big joke."

"Of course not. How could a little cold beat me down?" Although his forehead was sore and soft, Admiral Hasting still cheered up and took a deep breath and stood up, "I have no problem. As long as the soldiers have already assembled, they can..."

Bang! Before he finished speaking, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted open, and a military officer rushed in with panic. Before he could see clearly the situation in the tent, he shouted out panting, "Sir. The situation is not very good, we...we..."

What? Admiral Hasting was surprised, but looked at Mandra again. He suddenly had a very bad premonition. He almost subconsciously stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the collar of the staff and shouted: "Let me tell me quickly, what happened? Could it be that the demons suddenly launched an attack?"

"No, there is no such thing, but..." The staff officer shook his head quickly, but he stuttered with a strange face, "This, this, just now, when I ordered the soldiers to gather, I suddenly found that many soldiers, uh, many soldiers were sick!"

What did you say? Admiral Hasting changed color slightly, and he didn't care about listening to what happened next. He strode out of the tent directly. Mandala followed him closely, leaving only the staff officer and followed him and explained, "Sir, it's true. Many soldiers are infected with diseases. The strangest thing is that the diseases they suffer from are completely different..."

Without listening to the staff's explanation, Admiral Hasting had already taken two steps in three steps and walked into the nearest soldier camp. As soon as he opened the curtain of the camp, a violent cough came to him. There was even a choking smell in the air, which made people frown slightly and retreated.

In the tent, more than a dozen soldiers stood together weakly and coughed violently uncontrollably. They coughed so violently that their whole faces were swollen and red. Several of them were so coughing that they couldn't stand up at all, bent over like shrimps.

How could this happen? Admiral Hasting frowned tightly and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the staff officer beside him: "Have you asked the doctor Suijun? What did they say, is it because they had eaten something bad?"

"I asked, I've just asked." The staff officer wiped his head full of sweat and pulled the doctor next to him by his side. The latter quickly reported, "Sir, I just did an examination for them. These soldiers seemed to have severe pneumonia. As for the reason, I'm sorry, I haven't investigated it yet."

"Damn it! How could you suffer from pneumonia collectively?" Admiral Hasting couldn't help but get angry and grabbed the collar of the staff member fiercely. "I have said a long time ago that you should conduct careful inspections when selecting soldiers. What should you do now? If you miss the military opportunity, do you know what punishment you will be given?"

"Sir, it's not my business. I promise they are in good health before departure." The staff officer quickly explained, as if to clear his crimes, he thought about it and quickly reported, "In fact, it was not just the soldiers here who suddenly fell ill, but unexpected situations also occurred in several nearby tents."

It's so damn! Admiral Hasting's face changed drastically, and he hurried into another camp. In the dim camp, several soldiers covered their stomachs and sweated. The captain of the soldier next to him tried hard to stand up. However, just as he raised his feet hard, he fell down again with pain, and his legs were trembling violently uncontrollably.

"Sir, these soldiers seem to have a serious stomach disease." This time, before Admiral Hasting asked, the staff and the doctor rushed over and explained, "As for the captain of the soldier, we just checked, he seemed, he seemed, uh, what do you think, it seemed that his arthritis and rheumatism suddenly broke out."

Gastric disease? Arthritis? Rheumatism? Hasting poison and Mandala looked at each other speechlessly. After a moment of chaos, Mandala came back to his senses and immediately asked: "Wait, I must know now, how many soldiers suddenly became ill?"

"A lot, very many." The staff officer swallowed with difficulty, and said with a strange face, "I think at least half of the soldiers have lost their combat effectiveness, but what makes me strange is that the symptoms they have are all kinds of strange, some are because of pneumonia, some are because of stomach pain, some are because of herniated discs, and there is also an unlucky guy who is actually because of...uh, because of toothache!"

"Are you kidding? Is toothache considered a disease?" The more you hear Admiral Hasting's face becomes ugly. When he heard the so-called cause of toothache, he finally couldn't help but punch the table hard, "Damn it, that bastard with toothache, is he pretending to be sick?"

"Well..." The staff officer wiped the cold sweat speechlessly, but still plucked up the courage and said tremblingly, "Sir, you should understand that ordinary toothache is not a disease, but if the pain reaches a certain level and you can't even drink porridge, it will be a bit serious."

Well, even if you don’t need to see it with your own eyes, Admiral Hasting couldn’t help but feel chilled all over when he imagined that scene. Coincidentally, this chill suddenly came, but it made him sneeze hard. One sneeze came down and another chain reaction, and then five or six sneezes were sneezing in a row.

"Wait, I think something is wrong!" Mandala suddenly frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with a light of doubt. "How could it be so coincidental? In just one day, most people have suffered from serious illnesses, and even Hasting, you have a serious cold."

Yes, she didn't need to analyze it. Admiral Hasting has also realized the problem. How could such a coincidence happen in the world? The soldiers did not get sick early or late, but they suddenly became infected together when we attacked Blood Claw Island. From this perspective, the real reason is probably...

In an instant, Admiral Hasting and Mandra looked at each other and could see the alertness and slight panic in each other's eyes. Almost at the same time, the staff officer who had just left the battalion commander to patrol suddenly rushed in again: "Sir, sir, those demons, and the yellow-skinned monkey, seem to have come out of the castle!"

Damn it! You can come whatever you are afraid of. Admiral Hasting couldn't help but growl, endured the soreness all over his body and drew out his sword, shouting angrily: "Get the soldiers, let the soldiers who are not infected gather together, be prepared for defense, and don't let the demons take advantage of the opportunity."

It turns out that although it is in a crisis of disease, this elite legion is still well-trained. In just a few minutes, nearly 3,000 soldiers gathered together. Under the leadership of Admiral Hasting and Mandra, they lined up into defensive formations through the barracks. Hundreds of longbowmen even pulled their bowstrings and aimed at the demons who were gradually appearing in the fog in the distance.

However, it seemed that the demons had no intention of taking the opportunity to attack. In fact, outside the range of the bow and arrow, they stopped leisurely and looked at the military camp happily with their faces. Lilu followed behind with a large basket of black bread, as if she was here for a group picnic.

Then, Lin Taiping rode the cute red rabbit with a cute face and walked out of the demon group happily and happily. Facing the almost murderous gaze of Hasting and Mandala, he waved his hand from a distance, and greeted him politely, and said with a smile-

"Good morning, dear Admiral, I heard that you and your soldiers are suffering from serious illness... Well, as a conscientious drug manufacturer, I decided to sell a batch of drugs to you under preferential conditions. Ahem, how about you see a 30% discount?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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