Cong Xi Yi Ren Kai Shi Mang Chuan Zhong Gu

Rogge knew the origin of his opponent. The predecessor of the religious order was once a well-known medical organization in the old world.

They are few in number, and all call themselves the Hand of Asclepius, with the snake staff as the symbol of the organization.

All doctors holding snake staffs are famous medical masters.

The medical knowledge they mastered surpassed the times. Patients who were considered irredeemable in the contemporary era would miraculously recover after encountering the hands of Asclepius.

The most mysterious founder of the medical guild is Asclepius, who is said to have taught the physicians.

All initiates take an oath that they must treat all patients equally.

If the patient is penniless, the physician need only ask for a memento that is precious to the patient, even if it is worthless.

Of course, the real upper class can find out the identity of the mysterious founder. Unfortunately, the humans corrupted by the Slaanesh Order are usually the upper class nobles.

The mysterious man's name is An Lai. The strange thing is that he has no last name.

He often haunts the slums and consults the untouchables everywhere, but ignores the truly noble people.

He eventually disappeared into a village in the Midden Territory.

Rogge once thought that a bereaved nobleman had assassinated him. This great doctor had such outstanding abilities, but he refused to break the ridiculous rules and help the noble life first.

How can aristocrats be placed in the same category as untouchables?

Anlai's equality without distinction of priority caused too many people in need to die. His assassination was nothing but normal.

After Anlai disappeared, all the medical books passed down by Anlai instantly decayed, and all the medical knowledge he brought was buried in the past.

The Hand of Asclepius gradually disappeared from people's sight, and the organization became a legend in the long silence.

Until thirty years ago.

A nobleman mentioned Anlai in the chat after dinner. When Anlai was uttered, the nobleman began to smell bad, and the tea he drank only made him bloated.

Before the priests could arrive, the nobleman turned into a mountain of rotting corpses.

All the people who attended the tea party died of some kind of influenza. Priest Moore and Priestess Sharya sealed off the noble manor and learned about this terrible anomaly from the crazy ravings of the survivors.

Since then, Anlai has become taboo.

During the great holy war twenty years ago, the former medical masters appeared again, but they all became half-demon.

That medical organization transformed into the Wither Order of the Father of Decay.

Just like the Tirian Society once was.

Rogge had reason to believe that Anlai had fallen into the arms of the Father of Decay, just like the founder of the Tilian Society, a doctor named Festus.

Legend has it that Anlai left a notebook that recorded all known diseases and cures, and contained medical knowledge that was hundreds of years ahead of the times.

It is the only copy that has not been destroyed by mysterious power!

Many Sharya priests have searched for this notebook, but they all just disappeared into the forest of Midden Territory and never returned.

The village where Anrai disappeared disappeared from the real world like a dream.

Only the drunkards in the tavern often mentioned relevant witness records. In the stories of drunkards, there was often an unlucky man who entered a ghost village, escaped by chance, and died of illness on the way back to civilization.

On the west side, in the dark jungle, a group of bloated humans were trudging along with snake sticks.

From time to time, blisters were scratched by branches, and pus spread all over the path they walked.

The roar of the greenskins sounded on the north side, but this did not scare them.

Because they are immortal!

The followers of Slaanesh lie ahead, and the Plaguewalkers must destroy Slaanesh's minions.

The winds of magic are getting stronger, which is a good sign.

Their teachers were fighting for dominance, the two gods the Order of Slaanesh believed in were strong, but the two they believed in were even stronger.

In the end, the only one who can use the magical wind of this area to come is the Flu Master.

Idiot! Why are you here?

Chuanquluo stepped on Alchemist Eshin's body, held up the amulet on his chest, and faced the dimensional twins vigilantly.

We! We have reached an agreement with the Plague Clan!

Listening to the warlock's harsh cry, Chuanquluo's eyes flashed dangerously.

This is offensive! This is transgression!

I have an agreement with Plague Lord Skook, damn you! Damn fleas!

The Plague Lords of the Plague Clan are of course not referring to Nurgle, they just happen to be named after one of the numerous aspects of the God of All Things.

Skook is the most powerful Plague Lord in the Plague Clan, except for the Plague Lord in the Thirteen Councils.

All the ratmen showed disgust. Except for the mangy rats of the Plague clan, no ratmen liked Skook. He was so cold and cruel.

It's as powerful as its bad reputation.

The Dimensional Twins hesitated and finally gave up their original plan.

Hairless things! There are hairless things in the West and the East!

A group of slave rats screamed in panic, causing Chuanquillo, who was already in a bad mood, to tighten his tail.

Now, it's okay. There is a green tide in the north, and they can only escape to the south.

Chuanquluo violently coerced the warlocks. He must get enough dimension stones, otherwise all the ratmen will die.

Only it, the most powerful Gray Prophet, has the ability to reverse the situation of the war.

As long as it summons a Lord of Disaster, everything will be fine.

I heard the rat-man grinding his teeth, dwarf! Did you hear that?

Hahaha! You hairless sissy, a gust of wind can scare you to death!

Beside the bonfire, the dwarf hit his armor with the back of his battle ax and quarreled with the Sword Master Hoth again.

Sometimes, Lynch wants to lock them together and let them gradually differentiate themselves.

However, there are indeed ratmen approaching the camp, and there are quite a few of them.

Deep in the deep shadows of the jungle, countless thin figures shuttled through the dense forest, like passing locusts, gnawing away all the green plants and even peeling off the bark.

The Archmage and Lin Qi issued early warnings at the same time. The Juggernaut and Changxu no longer laughed at each other. They both excitedly displayed their weapons and prepared to greet the intruder.

If it were an ordinary adventure team, they should always be in fear of the darkness and the many monsters.

But they are all elites who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Soon, all the warriors were aware of the Skaven lurking in all directions of the camp.

The stench of the ratmen cannot cover them, which makes their raid a tough battle, even if there are only four warriors here.

Grimnir!

The dwarf shouted the honor of the dwarf war god, stuck the gold and silverware on his body, and suddenly rushed into the darkness.

In the name of Asuyan!

Not to be outdone, the Sword Master followed closely behind.

The vigorous sword dance and fierce slashing frightened the darkness, causing them to scream in panic.