In Qiankun, many contingencies can lead to a state of "disease". Players with fewer Physique attributes suffer at this point, such as mages, archers, assassins, etc. Of course, there are also some serious illnesses that can make warriors and knights sick.

If you get wet in the rain, it is easy to catch a cold;

Chefs who fail in cooking skills, who make dishes that can cause diarrhea;

In spring, hay fever may occur;

……

The "disease" state is the only state that can be cured without being in battle, one is to appeal to the doctor among the life professionals, the second is to go directly to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and the third is to use special props to catch the high-level monster "disease" from the patient's body. Of course, if you are really confident in your immunity, you might as well hold on and wait for your body to recover naturally.

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Today, the sea of bones is a good day again, cloudy, cloudy and rainless.

"The City of Waiting", the Lord's Mansion, the Council Hall.

Qing Yi held the black dragon scepter "Evening Star" in his right hand, tapped his left hand with the head of the staff, and looked at the man across the table with great interest, the president of the Necromantic Players Guild "Horror Wax Museum" and the Necromantic Knight by the water. The guest of honor and guest of honor had already turned around twice, and they talked in human form.

He is a typical American boy, still in high school, with blonde hair that makes the dean of academic affairs look very unpleasant, with a few freckles on his cheeks, three points childish, two points old and five points of sunshine. He didn't speak with much confidence, but he sat stubbornly in his position, as if he had to come.

In the eyes of this big boy, June Sunshine is not as scary as the outside world says, at most it is just difficult to get along. His black hair was soft on his forehead, his eyes were as calm as a black pool, although he looked a few years older than himself, but his tone and bearing were definitely able to pretend to be his father in the parent-teacher conference. Although he is Asian, he speaks very directly. This guy has an indescribable attraction on him, maybe the girls in the class will like this type?

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" Qingyi is straight to the point again.

"I'd like to ask you to help us fight back against the creatures!" Beside the water, he put his hands on the table and said. "Our necromantic players are at a lower level than their opponents, and if they lose the protection of the Dead Cloud, some players who haven't turned second have no chance of winning. But you have the resources, the troops, and the right amount of help to us, so that you have a chance to snatch the fruits of victory in the clash of factions. ”

"What about my benefits?" Qingyi said again.

Pang Shui Yishan smiled: "As the Necromantic King, you must have received a task related to expansion, right?" Hehe, I've played a lot of online games, and I can guess it. As long as you can guarantee our victory, then, wherever you want to fight, you can do it! ”

Qingyi also smiled and sent a friend application: "Very good, you are the first president to come to me." Happy to work with. ”

"Cooperation...... Pleasant. After agreeing to add the other party as a friend, Bang Shui Yishan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect it to be negotiated so quickly.

"Let's discuss the details. How many people are in your union? ”

"Including me, there are 373 people, but there are only about 300 people who are constantly online."

Qingyi nodded: "There are quite a lot of people, it's enough." We will also send elite troops, and the number of them is definitely not below yours, so don't worry about that. If it's a date, why don't you set it for tonight? You know, it's best for undead creatures to act at night. ”

"Listen to you." The water and the mountains nodded.

"Alright then, you go back and get ready, I'll have to speed up my side. Gather your people at 5 p.m., and at 6 o'clock, we'll leave on time. ”

Bang Shui Yishan got up and stretched out his hand: "Happy cooperation, June." ”

"Please don't call it that, it reminds me of something unpleasant." Qingyi also stood up and held the other party's slightly trembling hand: "Happy cooperation." ”

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Before coming to the beast's nest, before Qingyi could speak, Frankie got up quietly and walked to the door of the beast's nest: "Master, are you going to start killing again?" ”

"How do you know?" Qingyi was a little strange.

"Because you're smiling." Frankie grinned, and smiled like a human.

Is it? ……

Following Frankie, Qingyi couldn't help but touch his face. Why do you always feel like you're the villain in the story? ……

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Orquila, a cosy town.

It was half dark. Torches were lit on wooden fences to illuminate the road and drive away wild beasts.

After the destruction of the shelter, the number of sick people increased, but there were still more than enough places – many people died of illness. The young man who was still able to move moved the corpses covered in white cloth to the west of the town, ready to gather them and burn them all at once. If an adventurer speaks loudly, he will arouse people's hostility.

Due to the frequent attacks of necromantic creatures, many villages have become dead places. The Thundercloud Independent Regiment, which was already underarmed, could only close the defense line (to be exact, it should be to defend each town), and did not even have time to clean up the corpses in the village, which eventually led to the outbreak of the plague. Despite the remedial measures that began after the incident, the number of residents suffering from the plague continued to increase due to the hot weather, and the situation deteriorated day by day. For this point, the official Osgilia can only take care of the overall situation as much as possible in the form of releasing regional missions, with the help of the power of adventurers.

Today's regional mission, however, was terminated.

"Huh? Why can't I pick up the 'Herb Collection' task after I finish it? One player asked his teammates in confusion.

"So weird? Did you see what hints the NPC gave? ”

The player hurriedly talked to the NPC again, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, I see! It seems that Osgilia is going to abandon this town, so the regional quest ends early, and the map is closed. ”

"Tell the captain, it looks like we're going to have to move inland...... Damn, if the supply point is pushed back, it will be very inconvenient for us in the faction conflict. ”

"So what's the solution? You can only take a few more potions with you when you set off. Alas, I don't have to continue to 'carry corpses'. Let's go back to town. ”

"Oops, I didn't bring the City Scroll with me when I went out!"

"! Here you go! After completing the transaction, his teammate said uneasily: "Go back and give me the money!" ”

"Got it, got it...... Let's go! At such a late hour, I wonder if there is any room in the hotel where I can stay? ”

With the green glow of the torn scrolls, many players have returned to the city as soon as possible (the nearest city is Osgiria, of course), and the rest of the players are still not giving up, and are wandering around like flies to see if they can meet the mission.

Soldiers walk past the player in a neat pace, led by a tall man. His eyes were as sharp as a polar snow eagle, his lips were slightly open, and his expression was serious; The exposed skin can be seen with a series of old scars, which seems to be a battle-hardened warrior; He was dressed in the best soft armor in the army, a gray-green cloak, and his leather boots made a pleasant crisp sound when they touched the ground. As he walked, he shredded the letter in his hand, which was clearly Osgilia's official letterhead, falling to the ground like snowflakes.

When the soldiers were far away, an NPC with a bandage on his shoulder and a bitter face crept over and picked up the shredded paper. He pieced it together, only glanced at it a few times, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "Battalion Commander Simba!" ”

The tall man turned his head, caught a glimpse of the shredded paper in the guy's hand, and his face turned gloomy: "What's the matter, Perls?" ”

The man called Pelce clenched his fists and became inexplicably angry: "Above...... Have you given up on this place? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about." Battalion Commander Simba stealthily reached for his weapon at his waist and approached Perls.