More and more reports kept coming in.
By the swamp altar in the middle of the Plague Mountains, the Priest was kneeling there.
He prayed and kowtowed devoutly while muttering under his breath.
His mouth was full of praises for the plague, along with a description of the current situation.
"O Holy Father of Plague, your humble rat-born subjects urgently need your grace, we yearn for your Protection and aid. This is our heartfelt, earnest plea."
The Night Watcher had used some mysterious Rune Power and actually gained immunity to the plague terrain in the mountains. For these rats, this was undoubtedly a heavy blow.
In just two or three days, large numbers of Night Watcher squads were galloping back and forth across the whole mountain range.
They always struck precisely at those key positions, seizing and destroying them.
Now, one third of the plague pustules had already been successfully destroyed.
