"You ask Joan of Arc and Heerro?" In a small town in the middle of the Orn Empire, the townsmen who had just been treated with medicine soup answered Zhao Qiankun's question: "They should be with the army of the Lion Heart Empire. Now, they should have arrived at the capital city of Orn."

"Orn City?" Zhao Qiankun touched it: "Why go?"

"Along this road, walk about 300 kilometers southeast, you can see a very majestic city. Where are hundreds of thousands of troops gathering now? You will never miss it!"

"That's it..." Zhao Qiankun touched it, thanked him, and then stepped onto the Trojan horse to go to Orn City. But at this moment, a group of people came from the West, wearing military uniforms and armor of the Orn Empire, with great momentum.

"Oh no, it's the grain collector..." Seeing this crowd, the townspeople screamed, then fled, and went home to close the doors and windows.

Zhao Qiankun grabbed a young man and said curiously: "What are you running away?"

"That's the grain collection army!" The young man panicked: "The organization that suddenly appeared after the plague specifically recruited various resources, which was particularly cruel. Don't mess with them. I heard that they had massacred the entire village in order to steal food and grass!"

"Wow, the national crisis is in the face of the country, and there is an army that is so cruel to me?" Zhao Qiankun let go of the young man and looked at the grain collection army with interest.

The army was approaching, and the grain collector saw that the streets of the town were empty, and there was only a young man standing at the gate and smirking. He couldn't help but frown. He rode his horse to Zhao Qiankun, pointing the horse whip in his hand at Zhao Qiankun's nose: "Stupid brat, where are the people in the town?"

"What do you think?" Zhao Qiankun put his hands on his hips: "I'm scared away when I see you! You said you guys come from all the way and don't bring any gifts, but they are carrying swords, guns and sticks. Who wouldn't run away when you see them?"

"What's the point of not asking?" The grain collector waved his whip: "Take him down first!"

Before he finished speaking, the soldiers behind him rushed up!

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers who rushed forward flew back...

Zhao Qiankun, still standing there, looked at the grain collector with a smile.

The grain collector didn't even see clearly what was going on...

"Come on... Come on, kill this kid!" The grain collector was so scared that he took two steps back. The soldiers behind him lined up, but the next second, a giant tree rose up from the ground. These soldiers were entangled by vines and hung on the tops of the tree, like gift boxes decorated on Christmas trees...

A unit of just a few hundred people was really not worth mentioning in front of Zhao Qiankun. It was controlled in minutes and none of them ran away...

Zhao Qiankun came to the giant tree, looked at the grain collector who was trapped in the trunk and only showed his head, and smiled and said, "What did you say just now? Who are you going to kill? I didn't hear it clearly!"

At this time, the grain collector dared not act rashly. He hurriedly laughed and begged for mercy: "Master, I have no eyes and offend me so much. Please spare me this time..."

"It's not impossible to spare you, unless..." Zhao Qiankun smiled, thinking about some ridiculous damage to torture him, but suddenly, his expression was stunned. Because of his plague magic, he had a faint reaction to the grain collector and even the many soldiers trapped in the tree...

Zhao Qiankun subconsciously activated the microscopic vision. In his eyes, the grain collector trapped in the tree and the many soldiers were covered by a group of strange bacteria...

These bacteria do not look cruel, nor do they hurt these soldiers, and they even seem to be in harmony with the host. Lao Zhao felt very inconsistent as they watched them go in and out of the host's pores, mouth and nose, and they looked orderly.

Curiously, he strengthened the magnification of the microscopic eye, and this time, the scene he saw was even more shocking.

With the magnification of countless times, the grain collector's face was no longer a whole piece, but was cut into countless pieces by countless tiny cracks. The cracks were filled with rows of strange bacteria. They squeezed and pulled the cracks with flagella, so as not to expand the cracks, and seemed to play the role of an adhesive.

This made Zhao Qiankun feel curious. He secretly used his magic power. A fingertip and a magic wave enveloped the body of the grain collector. Those strange bacteria died one after another under Zhao Qiankun's fingertips and were wiped out.

With the death of bacteria, the cracks also lost their restraints and suddenly became wider and wider. The pieces of skin no longer tightened, but became wrinkled...

From a macro perspective, after Zhao Qiankun's finger, the skin of this grain collector dries up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then the whole body began to twitch, blood seeping all over the body, and limbs twisted. After a moment, it turned into a disgusting corpse and limply fell down, and no longer became angry.

The soldiers who saw this scene were so scared that they were scattered, but some of them were brave enough to curse at Zhao Qiankun: "What did you do to your superiors? Is it a vicious curse? Is it a magic of death? You actually use such cruel means to deal with the Lord Aoun, you will definitely pay the price for it!"

Zhao Qiankun looked up at the brave soldier, narrowed his eyes, and found that like the officer, he also had those tiny cracks on his body... and then turned to other soldiers, without exception, all of them were covered with cracks and bacteria!

Old Zhao frowned and waved his hand. As the magic waves dispersed, the parasitic bacteria on them died, and a large number of soldiers screamed and turned into rotten corpses...

"What the hell is this?" Facing countless disgusting corpses, Zhao Qiankun showed a puzzled expression, but then, he seemed to understand something, looked up at the highest point of the treetops. The survivors who were too far away and had not been affected by magic, but were already scared and trembling...

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As the sun rose, another day of siege began.

The city of Aoun, which has been cut off from supply, can still support it with the reserves in the city, but facing the well-equipped, large-scale and aggressive team of the Lion Heart Emperor, whether it is the soldiers guarding the city or the people in the city, their hearts are covered with a layer of haze and they are panicked all day long...

The great plague that ravaged the whole country did not let this ancient city go.
Chapter completed!