() Transformed into an assembly, Shan Ye saw the opportunity, knocked over a tired high-level drow, and threw himself into the plague.

Before he could stand firmly on his feet, Shanye's fat face was dyed green.

The green energy is like a living thing, trying to drill into all the holes in Shan Ye's body.

"Ding! Being negatively infected by the plague, you will lose 1 blood point every second for 10 seconds!"

"Ding! Being negatively infected by the plague, you will lose 1 blood point every second for 10 seconds!"...

"Ding! The source of the plague has been discovered, and pre-mission 3 of the hateful job transfer has begun!"

"Ding! Refining the source of plague consumes 35 experience points per second and takes 45 seconds!"

Before Shan Ye could take a breath, the system prompts continued to sound.

"Ding! Please continue to be exposed to the plague, otherwise the refining will be interrupted!"

After silently calculating, Mr. Shan suddenly twitched his facial muscles and secretly cursed the system for cheating people.

Refining the plague alone requires more than 1,500 experience points, not to mention continuous contact, and almost all healing potions must be used. After complaining for a while, Master Shan agreed to refine the plague.

After the refining started, the surrounding green plague gas was quickly inhaled into Shan Ye's body. Gradually, as the suction force increased, an air vortex formed, and began to tear the surrounding plague green gas away.

With his big scarlet eyes wide open, Shanye stared at the countdown on the attribute panel without blinking.

"Ding! Refining the source of plague by 3%, the remaining time is 43 seconds!"

"Ding! Refining the source of plague by 10%, the remaining time is 39 seconds!"...

Holding back various negative states, Shanye gritted his teeth and drank a bottle of low-level healing potion. His blood volume went up and down, like a roller coaster.

He quickly ran to the back of a hidden room, only a few dozen meters away from breaking out of the plague. Shan Ye could even faintly hear the shouts of the senior drow.

"Ding! Refining the source of plague is 54%, and the remaining time is 21 seconds!"

Shan Ye's eyes slowed down and he breathed a sigh of relief. If this trend continues, Shan Ye will be able to refine this "source of plague" into a skill before the treatment potion is exhausted.

"Pa-ta", "pa-ta", bursts of footsteps sounded like lead water. Shan Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he held his breath and looked at the source of the sound.

Several shaky and blurry figures staggered over from a short distance away.

Master Shan frowned slightly and squinted his eyes, trying hard to see what these people looked like. Unfortunately, the green air of the plague filled the air and the figures were gloomy, so they could only be roughly judged to be humanoid.

In this kind of ghost place, Shan Ye didn't think he could meet any living people. He made a prompt decision and stood up, using powerful suction to move quickly like a vacuum cleaner.

Bigfoot had just taken a few steps when a gust of wind blew from above his head.

"Bang" Shan Ye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his cheek, and was kicked out before he even had time to protect himself.

In a daze, Master Shan vaguely heard a burst of "Jie Jie" strange laughter.

Shanye's body, which weighed at least half a ton, seemed to have lost weight as he was kicked directly out of the plague range and knocked over a small building before stopping its momentum.

The high-ranking drow around him looked astonished, looking at Shan Ye's huge body that was more than three meters tall and weighed half a ton. Even his actions to stop the plague were slowed down by half a beat.

"Ding! Take 35 points of damage!"

The system prompted that he was late. Shan Ye immediately downed a bottle of intermediate healing potion and looked at the plague area with a livid face.

"Ding! Refining was interrupted and needs to be restarted!"

The anger made Shan Ye's eyes turn red, and he really wanted to rush in and kill him.

After trying to take a few deep breaths, Shan Ye ignored the dull gazes of the drow around him and sat directly among the rubble, panting and gasping: "Get... find Emel, and say that I can... I can stop the plague!"

His tongue was as hard as a rock, but Mr. Shan still tried his best to pronounce his words clearly, so that people could more or less understand the meaning.

A senior Zhuoer stood out from the crowd and stood cautiously more than ten meters away. His whole body was burning with fighting flames to prevent him from being infected by the green aura on Shan Ye's body. He looked at Shan Ye up and down with his beautiful eyes and said coldly: "You

Who is it? Why do you want to see the city lord?"

Seeing the green aura covering Shan Ye's body gradually dimming and disappearing, the senior drow couldn't help but shrink his eyes with a look of shock on his face.

This plague came out of nowhere and was so powerful that infected humans and livestock had no chance of survival.

This monster-like guy in front of me not only appeared from the plague area, but he is also not afraid of the plague. What kind of physique is this?

His beautiful eyes flashed, and the senior drow pondered for a moment, telling his companions to take a good look at Shan Ye. He quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes in a flash.

Looking for Aimeier's concubine is also a helpless move.

Just now, Shan Ye was knocked out of his skin with just one strike. He didn't even see clearly who the enemy was, so how could he resist?

The reason why Shan Ye is so entangled with this plague is not because Shan Ye is stupid. It is because the "source of plague" in the system prompt impresses Shan Ye.

What is the source of the plague? Master Shan doesn't know, but he knows that if he dares to use this name, it proves that this plague is awesome! That's enough.

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Emerl stood outside the plague area with burning eyes, looking at the soldiers who were fighting to stop the spread of the plague.

Aimeier stroked her brows with her delicate hands, feeling helpless in her brows. She clenched the handle of the knife tightly, scraping the non-slip hand lines with her delicate palms, causing waves of coldness.

With her pretty face full of exhaustion, Emel's expression gradually relaxed, and with a sigh, she was about to order the evacuation of Black Pearl.

A muscular figure burning with scarlet flames rushed over quickly, causing Emel to swallow the words that were on her lips.

The construction of the Black Pearl took thirty years, which is nothing to the drow who live for hundreds of years. But the popularity and resources it has accumulated cannot be exchanged for hundreds of years.

Her lips opened and closed, and her voice sounded tired: "What's wrong?"

The drow warrior knelt down alone and lowered his eyelids respectfully: "City Lord, someone wants to see you." His voice was tired and breathy, but also mixed with a strong sense of hope.

Emer's slender eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes fell on this soldier: "Does anyone want to see me?" His voice was a little confused.

The senior drow's breath slowly calmed down, he glanced at Emer with some hesitation, and gritted his teeth and said, "He said... He said he could stop the plague." There was a sense of uncertainty in his voice, even some doubt.

But this is the only hope for Emer, who is ready to give up the Black Pearl. The plague continues to spread, and even if there are high-level drow to stop it, it will only be a drop in the bucket. In a few more hours, the high-level drow will be exhausted, and the Black Pearl will only be able to stop it.

Can give up.

But Emel will not wait until then. These high-level drow are the foundation for her to settle down and live her life.

The black pearl is gone, you can build it again. The high-level drow is gone, but it cannot be cultivated in decades.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Emer tried his best to make his voice less urgent: "Where is he? Forget it, just take me there."
Chapter completed!