The procession in linen robes walked through the mountains and forests, scorched wooden canes in their hands, and they marched in silence.

The closer you get to the Duchy of Sorrow, the more obvious the mountainous landscape becomes, and the procession of the Plague Church, which is hotly discussed by the people in laughter, moves forward in this uncomplicated mountain forest.

They did not show the power of the 'epidemic' to nature, and there was no residue of germs on the path they walked.

Because they didn't want to reveal their whereabouts, because they knew very well that if they faced it head-on, they would never be able to defeat the legendary black dragon, and their gods could no longer afford to lose their 'divine powers'.

They went to the Duchy of Sorrow to spread fear, and if they could spread death through the plague, then their purpose would have been achieved.

According to unreliable information, although the Principality of Grief has developed a drug to treat 'cysts', it has only produced that kind of medicine, and as for other plagues, they should still be helpless.

Although over the years, the plagues that spread naturally and the plagues they spread could be eliminated by divine magic, this did not mean that they did not have the ability to create plagues that could not be eliminated by divine magic, and it was only in order to prevent the gods from wrath that they chose some 'secondary' plagues.

The real 'super' plague can't even be eliminated by divine magic, just like cells that grow naturally in the human body, in this case, how can divine magic eliminate 'natural' and 'harmless' things?

They had the power to create that plague for a long time, but they hadn't used it.

Even this time, they didn't plan to use the 'Super Plague', as long as the number of plague infected people reached a certain number, would the Duchy of Grief still be able to cure those who were infected?

The leader of the team was an old man with withered skin like the bark of a tree.

Although he looked weak on the surface, in fact, this old man walked like a fly, not to mention the sturdy sect members behind him, even if he was allowed to race against the war horse, there was no problem.

Even when he was approaching the border of the Goure Principality at the fastest speed, the old man looked relaxed and comfortable, this speed was far from reaching his limit, and even the sect members behind him were already a little out of breath, but he didn't seem to have changed much except for some sweat on his body.

The team moved forward in silence, their current location was not far from the Duchy of the Wind, and even as soon as they entered the territory of the Principality of the Wind, they would be able to start their plans.

The old man's eyes were closed, but even so, he was able to confirm the direction of progress and the correct path.

They have bypassed all settlements along the way, they cannot be exposed to people, and if they do, someone may soon be able to recognize them.

Some small villages may not have this kind of thing happening, but they are not willing to take that risk, anyway, even if they have been surviving in the mountains and forests, it is not a difficult thing for them, rather, it is just right!

Druids don't walk in the mountains and forests, but have to go to human society to join in the fun, which is the strangest thing.

They had already arranged for people to spread the word in those refugee camps, and although along the way, their people also discovered that the local nobles seemed to be doing similar things to them, but this did not hinder their actions, but rather helped them a lot.

They had received news that the nobles had suddenly come to their senses and were desperate to smooth out the matter, but it was out of their control from the beginning.

After the rumors spread, even if there was an official refutation of the rumors, there were more people who secretly wanted to fan the flames, and this matter was no longer in the control of those nobles, but only now did they just react.

However, it was too late!

"Celtic, how far is it from the Duchy of Sorrow?"

The old man who led the group asked the person behind him, his voice was hoarse and ugly, like a real dry tree speaking, and his words seemed to be filled with an air of decay and decay.

"Your Excellency, it's about ten minutes away. The stout middle-aged man called 'Celtic' replied in a stiff lingua franca.

Unlike most churches, the Plague Church has no bishops, priests, etc., but only 'messengers' and 'popes', and then there are only ordinary congregants.

"Ten minutes......"

Ten minutes or so was not far for them, and their current location was already very close to the Duchy of Sorrow, but the old man felt that they might not be able to get any closer.

The old man's footsteps slowed, and so did the druids who followed him.

They didn't understand why the old man was slowing down, but there was a serious hierarchy in the plague church, and they couldn't resist or question what their superiors wanted them to do, so they could only do it.

But soon, they knew why the old man was doing this—

They walked at their usual pace for more than ten minutes, when suddenly it dawned in front of them a wide gray road crossed them, and beside and behind them was a lush mountain forest.

Winter had passed, spring had just arrived, the snow in the mountains and forests had not completely melted, the cold was still in the air, they should have been able to feel the cold, but a heat wave came the moment they walked out of the forest.

They all turned their heads to look, only to see a black-haired man with two horns standing in the middle of the road with his hands folded.

After seeing that man, everyone's hearts sank.

Grand Duke of the Black Dragon of the Duchy of the Winds of Sorrow, Cervantes Doig Wind of Sorrows!

Has their plan been exposed long ago, or is there a mole among them?

Otherwise, how could the Grand Duke of the Black Dragon know that they would be coming from this side?!

They've been blessed by the Shadow of Death, and no amount of prophecy can predict their whereabouts.

I wanted to pass under the nose of the fortress behind the Grand Duke of Black Dragon unexpectedly, and I was caught off guard.

But I didn't expect that they were caught off guard!

The old man looked silently at the humanoid black dragon standing in the middle of the road without saying a word, they had already been discovered by the black dragon—when he found out that the black dragon existed, it was probably that the black dragon had already discovered them.

After looking at it for a while, the old man took another step.

He didn't choose to retreat, because from the beginning, he had no room to retreat, and from the moment he felt that he had been discovered, his only option was to fight.

The old man began to act, and the sect members also followed, they were not without the slightest fear in their hearts, the prestige of that black dragon was known to everyone in the upper class, and everyone knew it, as a member of the Plague Church who was sent to this dangerous place on a mission, it was naturally impossible for him to be an idle person.

However, since the superiors have already acted, what reason do they have to back down?

The old man walked to a position that seemed safe enough for him, and faced the black dragon, and the confrontation began.

Obviously, though, this could not last long, and soon, the old man was the first to break the peace.

"Your Excellency, is you the only dragon here?" the old man shouted loudly, "is it true that there is a fortress behind you?

"Isn't it a shame to be a soldier to let your loyal lord fight alone?"

The black dragon's eyes were indifferent, and he replied calmly: "As long as they can fulfill their duties and do their job well, then it is naturally not a shame!"

"You, is there anything else you'd like to say?"