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Chapter 335 Blood of the Ancient God

Cavalrymen only have a soul when they have horses.

Infantry without horses have significantly reduced mobility. On the battlefield, two legs can't outrun four, and besides, if they're already exhausted from running, they won't have any energy left to fight the enemy.

The advantages of cavalry are self-evident.

Combined with the impact and high mobility of horses, cavalry was once the king of land warfare. This was provided that griffon thunder riders or wyvern riders did not join the battle, or that neither side deployed goblin airships or gnome gunboats.

Garin, accompanied by his dozen or so personal guards, quickly left the outer perimeter of the town hall and headed straight for the infected area towards the kitchen. The path behind the infected area was indeed the closest option to the lakeside camp. The entire town of Hillsbrad was built on an open valley between two highlands, while the lakeside camp was located on the lower shore of the lake.

The fires and noise from Hillsbrad had long been detected by the camp's watchtowers, but the beacon signals on nearby watchtowers were unclear, merely serving as warnings. The officers left behind, without instructions from Marshal Garin, were somewhat bewildered and hesitant to send men out of the camp, instead reinforcing their vigilance.

Fortunately, these men were still worried that the tyrannical prince would blame them, so they sent a scout team to check the town... The number was not large, only a dozen or so scouts.

The two groups are about to meet, and Prince Garin is seeking revenge.

He rode his warhorse ahead, and once he crossed the orchard fence behind the town's barn, he could roam freely across the open area below the hillside.

From the high hillside, Lorraine the cat spotted the nobleman who had just tried to kill his teacher. The next moment, as the blood moon was obscured by dark clouds, a black shadow burst out of the barn. To Lorraine's surprise, the arrogant prince was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing headfirst onto a distant hillside with his horse.

The warhorse neighed and collapsed, its neck clearly broken.

The force was terrifying. When everyone turned around, they saw that the dark figure was the size of a house, covered in bristling fur, with strange venom flowing from its black hair... a giant wolf?

No, these are hellhounds!

At this moment, Lorraine did not realize that this was the masterpiece of the master and apprentice. The main feature was a hellhound the size of a small mountain, with its two largest teeth being the size of an adult, and its claws being comparable to dragon claws.

Who could recognize that this ferocious beast is actually the cook's cute little white dog...?

Seeing Prince Garin crash heavily into the ground, his loyal guards were filled with rage and grabbed their lances, charging towards the giant beast. They seemed fearless; the riders paired off, lowered the horse's protective gear to obscure its view from the side, spurred their horses straight ahead, and accelerated, thrusting their lances forward.

The remaining horses galloped quickly towards Prince Garin, hoping to draw the monster's attention and rescue the prince.

The prince's fate is unknown...

The riders, charging forward in pairs, thrust their lances fiercely at the plague behemoth, accompanied by several dull thuds of steel snapping. The raging beast glanced down at its own body, exhaling two breaths of foul, green, poisonous gas that instantly corroded the fully armored knights.

They were enveloped in green breath, and their metal armor visibly corroded, instantly turning into an indescribable pool.

The terror of plague-infected dogs is astounding...

That wasn't all. After being shot several times, the behemoth grew impatient and lightly raised its giant claw. Four or five warhorses, along with their riders, were sent flying in a whirl... One of the horses even flew directly to where Lorraine was hiding. He turned to look at the knight and his horse that had fallen not far away; they were no longer whole, just a pool of flesh and blood.

Lorraine couldn't help but swallow non-existent saliva. His body had already transformed into a necromancer form, and the effect of the Mirror of Truth had expired.

It's currently in cooldown time...

Whether the teacher was willing or not, he had no choice but to relinquish control of his body; it was all part of the plan.

Eighteen days after midnight, it's still Lorraine's home ground...

After careful examination, Lorraine and her apprentice confirmed that the giant beast was the transformed dog named Stanford, whom they had poisoned. A chill ran down their spines. At that moment, Lorraine realized why the Queen's most powerful trump cards weren't the Royal Terror Guards or the Hand of Vengeance.

Instead, it appears to be a Royal Pharmacists' Association that enjoys studying various bottles and jars of medicines.

The value of the Plaguebringer title continues to rise. He finally understands why, despite its seemingly low rank, the Plaguebringer title commands respect and avoidance from all members of the tribe, including the Forsaken.

Ms. Irwin of the Undead Research Association has been dedicated to reverse research, which is to truly resurrect the dead.

The Royal Apothecaries Association is a different story. They specialize in researching deadly potions that destroy everything, ideally capable of killing the undead and annihilating all living beings, including Titans.

Therefore, the data collection tasks for this work are frequently published...

Lorraine was just conducting a small experiment on the side; she never intended for that cute little dog to turn into such a terrifying hellhound.

Shocked, he still had to thank the dog; the plague beast had avenged him, and Prince Garin's fate was unknown. The squad of ornately armored guards who had just chased him were now almost entirely wiped out. They didn't even have time to check on their master's condition before the beast annihilated them one by one, like ants being crushed.

The behemoth seemed to be playing around, instinctively toying with these elite cavalrymen of Stromgarde like rats.

Scouts sent out from the distant camp also discovered traces of the monster. They were startled to see the armored remains of their own kind in the distance. Not knowing the situation of their commander, they were unsure whether to return to camp or continue their investigation.

They rode around the town mayor on horseback, searching everywhere, but not only did they not find any trace of Marshal Garin, they also encountered many ordinary townspeople who had been infected. These people, who had been killed or come into contact with by the plague zone, had become like zombies and were attacking the living.

Just an hour ago, the town of Hillsbrad was celebrating in the mayor's hall, but now most of the town is in ruins and a sea of ​​fire. People have set fire to some of their houses and the remains in an attempt to stop the attack of the undead, but in reality, it has only made things more chaotic.

More than half of the residents ran to the beach; if they were slow to react, they would die.

The mayor had long since disappeared, and Lorraine had no time to spare. As he looked at the plague beast, a thought flashed through his mind: if he could have a plague hound as a mount and drive it into battle, wouldn't he be even more powerful?

Distemper dogs are indeed formidable, but their disease is induced by medication. Once the medication's effects diminish and the host's life force is completely depleted, the host also dies...

After its rampage, the plague dog began to stagger and sway, finally collapsing heavily, kicking up dust, and rapidly shrinking... back into that little dog...

I wonder what exactly is in this strange potion?

It can transform an ordinary puppy into a hellhound...