"The Brave () who troubles the brave" Find the latest chapter!

For Charles, "germ warfare" was just a word between the lines. But for the Rurik Kingdom, it was a dagger to the neck.

Perhaps it is a racial talent, the demons have a deep research on various poisons, and deadly germs are among them.

Soldiers on the front lines engaged in tug-of-war with demons and residents near the front lines live in the shadow of infectious diseases all the time.

According to the official records of the Rurik Kingdom, the Western Plateau, which began as a frontline area three hundred years ago, would break out every ten to twenty years without warning.

Until a few decades ago, a witch who had not disclosed her identity was born, and she defeated the devil's germ warfare with a magical potion.

At the same time, the medical department of the Rurik kingdom is also conducting research on various pathogenic bacteria to deal with the enemy's bacterial warfare, and warfarin is one of them.

Charles was worried that this plague was the conspiracy of the demons left in the East, so he reported the matter to the Demon King, who sent Warfarin.

It turned out that the germ warfare expert was more sophisticated than Mila and the others, and quickly found the source.

On the bank of the river, the two observed the slime monster on the other side of the mountain, while Charles told Warfarin about the results achieved during this time.

"This is not the style of the devil." Warfarin said after thinking for a while, "The bacteria cultivated by the devil have a characteristic that the incubation period is very long. When the first person becomes sick, there are often hundreds of infected people. , and the death soon after the onset of the disease is very hopeless."

"These slimy monsters are likely to be carrying some kind of naturally occurring rare pathogenic bacteria for intestinal infectious diseases, not cultivated by demons."

"One of the characteristics of intestinal infectious diseases is that the infected person must ingest a large amount of bacteria. It is difficult to develop a disease with too few bacteria. Other bacteria in the intestine are not good."

Charles nodded and said, "Indeed, the weather is hot now. People need to drink a lot of water after working in the fields. Many patients get sick after drinking a lot of contaminated water to quench their thirst."

Warfarin said: "As long as these mud monsters are cleaned up, the pathogens in the water body will be reduced to a certain extent, and with dietary dietary prevention, basically there is no fear of another large-scale outbreak, and there will only be occasional individual cases."

In this way, Charles is relieved.

At this time, a small group of slime monsters came to the river to drink water. The two of them grabbed a few and kept them in a frozen box, and they would study it slowly when they had time.

From the current point of view, these slime monsters have not only lethal bacteria, but also bacteria that can kill plants.

If they were allowed to spread, the land would be dangerous.

The next two people worked hard for a day, collecting a large number of samples.

"Where did they come from?" Charles asked suspiciously. It was impossible for a group of slime monsters with "king" to appear suddenly.

"Who knows?" Warfarin was writing the observation record, "Maybe it came out of a hole in the ground."

Charles, who was making dinner, asked again, "Could it have something to do with the goblin that attacked you today?"

"Who should I ask?" Warfarin was a little depressed, and she was very angry when she was kicked on the back of the head for no reason.

Dinner was ready in no time, and Charles was done heating up a bunch of cans in a big pot.

After dinner, they chatted for a while, and soon after dark they decided to rest.

Charles set up some traps around, and when he returned, he sat by the bonfire for a vigil.

It's just that he was caught in the tent as soon as he sat down.

"What are you doing?" Charles looked at the Gorefiend in horror.

She said in a very low voice in Charles' ear: "If those goblins are descendants of the army that came here hundreds of years ago, we will only make them suspicious if we are not in the tent."

Charles was speechless and whispered, "Why don't we make them suspicious when we're in the tent?"

Warfarin replied: "This kind of thing was very common in the army before Empress Catherine's transformation. Those who couldn't be transformed were sent here by her."

Charles can only say that the queen's ancestors are powerful, and those who are disobedient will be dealt with like this.

If these goblins pass on the things in the demons from generation to generation, then their image of the demon army will remain before the transformation.

Big Sister Gorefiend sat next to Charles and lit a cigarette.

She poked Charles in the face and said: "His Royal Highness, in order to thank you, how about I introduce my niece Warfarin to you, she is young and beautiful, no less than that stern face of Arturia. Poor."

Charles said helplessly: "Forget it... You just don't come to me as a drink can in the future."

As for the Arturia thing... He didn't bother to complain, the rumors that the two of them had a daughter could even be heard at the barbecue stalls in Cam Ranh Bay.

He asked, "Why does your niece have the same name as you?"

Warfarin said: "A few decades ago, a particularly violent plague broke out on the western plateau, and many of our doctors were also infected. I even wrote a suicide note and sent it out~lightnovelpub.net~ Later, if it weren't for the witch Invent the antidote and I'll die."

"My suicide note just arrived the day my brother took his daughter, so my niece's name is similar to mine."

"Ask a question." Charles asked softly, "How old are you this year?"

The lifespan of the Gorefiend is slightly shorter than that of the elves, and he cannot estimate the age of this eldest sister.

As a result, the other side replied coldly: "Believe it or not, I will drain your blood, and then throw it over to feed the slime monster, no one knows that I did it!"

Charles was stunned.

There was a sudden interruption of insects outside, and a guest arrived.

Warfarin immediately pushed the cigarette **** into the wooden ashtray, winked at Charles, and lay down beside him.

As soon as he lay down, Charles immediately rolled over and pressed her under him.

At the same moment, two heavy objects hit the tent, one spiked where Charles was just now and the other on his back.

Perhaps it was because they had been speaking the Demon language today. Charles felt a numbness spread throughout his body where he was stabbed in the back. The other party used only anesthetic, not a deadly poison.

Although this anaesthetic was nothing to him, he still pretended to be on the verge of a drug effect and "comatose" on warfarin.

It's not too much to take advantage of her for having sucked so much blood from her.

At the same time, a hole was cut in the tent cloth, a bamboo tube was stretched out near their heads, and a cloud of smoke poured in from the bamboo tube, making the two of them dizzy.

The small tent was dismantled in an instant, and the goblins outside seemed to be cautious. They did not drag the two people inside, but directly rolled the two people together with the tent, and then carried them away.