I'm a Pastor, what the hell is an Acute Gastroenteritis Outbreak Spell?!-Chapter 370 - 301 The High Priest in Red! A Heroic Sacrifice!_1

Chapter 370: Chapter 301 The High Priest in Red! A Heroic Sacrifice!_1

Deep within the Wind-Speaking Prairie.

A huge military camp was located here, where an alliance army of over two hundred thousand Bat-men, Lizard-men, and Spiderfolk was stationed.

These three tribes were the powerful species within the Cave Beastmen Tribe; their overall strength significantly surpassed that of the Jackal Werewolves, Hyena Men, and Dogmen.

In the sky, dozens of Bipedal Flying Dragons were continuously soaring.

Originally heading towards Ruin City to rendezvous with the Jackal Werewolf army, they suddenly received orders from the Red Priest Pixis to halt and adjust their course.

No one knew what had happened or why they had stopped here.

Only the top brass of the troops and a small number of Sacrificers had grave expressions, as if something significant was about to occur.

Over a hundred Bipedal Flying Dragon Knights were dispersed, patrolling the entire Wind-Speaking Prairie, monitoring everything around them.

Until the next day, before dawn had fully broken, several Bipedal Flying Dragon Knights rushed back from the direction of the Main City.

“Report…!”

“Your Highness!”

A Bipedal Flying Dragon Knight quickly rushed into the largest tent in the camp, speaking in a somewhat panicked tone, “Up ahead, there indeed has been an outbreak of madness! In the Jackal Werewolf camp, several tens of thousands have been infected with the mental illness!”

“I have also received intelligence from other directions that more than a large part of the subordinate species to the east of the Wind-Speaking Prairie have shown signs of the illness!”

“I understand…”

Inside the tent, an elderly figure was sitting cross-legged.

He looked very old, with black skin full of wrinkles, even the fine scales were pressed under the wrinkles’ folds.

Lizard-man.

The Red Priest of the Cave Beastmen Tribe, a Sacrificer from the Lizardmen Tribe.

Among the entire Beastman Tribe, aside from warriors and Inheritors, what was most valued was the power of Beastmen Sacrificers.

The more Sacrificers a tribe could produce, the stronger its overall strength was considered to be.

And the Lizardmen Tribe did not produce many Sacrificers.

For Pixis to rise as the main Priest of the Cave Beastmen Tribe as a Lizard-man, one could imagine how strong he must be.

The Red Priest Pixis spoke with a hoarse voice, “Issue the command!”

“The First and Second Group Armies are to act in batches, five thousand per team, led by Centurions, stationed along the Wind Language River to block and kill any of the subordinate species who dare to set foot in the western part of the Wind-Speaking Prairie!”

“Even if they are Jackal Werewolves, Hyena Men… anyone who is injured or infected with the mental illness, execute them without mercy!”

The Bipedal Flying Dragon Knight kneeling on the ground was shaken, but he still gritted his teeth and said, “Yes, Your Highness!”

“Also, dispatch two squadrons of the Bipedal Flying Dragon brigade to the eastern Wind-Speaking Prairie with the command that all subordinate species of the Jackal Werewolves and Hyena Men must not leave their tribes, any who defy this order will be executed as a punishment for treason!”

“Yes! Your Highness!”

Soon, the entire Lizard-man, Bat-man, and Spiderfolk army began to move; rows of Spiderfolk riding giant spiders and Lizard-men riding Sub-dragon Beasts poured out of the camp, transforming into black dragons charging towards various parts of the Wind-Speaking Prairie.

They were the Cavalry of the First and Second Group Armies, setting up a blockade line along the Wind Language River under the orders of the Red Priest, stopping anyone who tried to cross the river.

In the skies, a large number of Bipedal Flying Dragon Knights took action, and with the hoards of Bat-men flying, they resembled a flock of cawing crows.

At the same time.

Pixis the Priest personally set out to the eastern Wind-Speaking Prairie, escorted by two thousand Lizard-men Cavalry.

Half a day later, they finally encountered the vanguard of the Jackal Werewolf army.

By this time, the Jackal Werewolf vanguard had already suffered heavy losses among their Cavalry, each of them with panicked eyes and uneasily surveying their surroundings.

After receiving their orders, they quickly abandoned their camp and retreated towards the direction of the Main City.

Unexpectedly, some of them had still been infected with the mental illness!

Fortunately, they reacted quickly, killing those among them who were infected and fleeing to this place in a panic.

The armies met, and Pixis was the first to step forward, his slender figure facing the thousands of panicked Jackal Werewolf advance troops.

A melodious yet deep war song arose on the prairie, echoing continuously.

The several thousand Jackal Werewolves, skittish as startled birds, gradually regained their calm under the soothing effect of the Wind Language War Song.

“Children of the Beast God, my children, you have worked hard…”

Pixis’s voice, like the wind, echoed throughout the entire advance troop.

“Madness is ravaging our people. To protect your clansmen, your families, your children, and the glory of the Beast God, you need to prove your loyalty to the Beast God!”

The voice of Pixis, the red-robed High Sacrificer, resounded in the minds of every Jackal Werewolf.

“The Beast God needs you to stay on the eastern bank of Wind Language River and slay all who are infected with madness and attempt to cross the river!”

Streams of golden war song power suddenly surged out from Pixis, falling upon the thousands of Jackal Werewolf cavalrymen of the advance troops.

This was the most fundamental and simplest Spirit Communicating Battle Song in the Beastmen Sacrificer’s war songs.

The secret war song that soothes the spirit, resonating with those who hear it, consoling departed souls, comforting injured hearts, and restraining wild thoughts.

Under the influence of Pixis’s Spirit Communicating Battle Song, the eyes of the thousands of Jackal Werewolves became respectful and determined.

Nearly everyone knelt on one knee and respectfully said, “We solemnly obey the divine decree!”

Soon.

In groups of hundreds, these thousands of Jackal Werewolf cavalrymen scattered across the eastern part of the Wind-Speaking Prairie and around the Wind Language River, loyally carrying out the mission laid out by the red-robed High Sacrificer.

On the other side, the Guardian Knights supported Pixis back to the military camp.

“Your Majesty, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Pixis shook his head, “Send the order, all Guardian Knights and Bipedal Flying Dragon Knights return to the eastern bank of Wind Language River!”

The Guardian Knight hesitated, “What about the Third Group Army?”

“The Third Group Army…”

Pixis said coldly, “Order them to purge all Jackal Werewolves, Dogmen, and Ratkin within a fifty-mile radius of the eastern bank of the Wind Language River, massacre them all!”

“Prevent anyone from attempting to cross the Wind Language River!”

“What?!”

The Guardian Knight trembled, unable to believe his own eyes.

“Your Majesty… are you sure this is necessary? There are several hundred thousand people…”

“Heh heh heh…”

Pixis said coldly, “The terror of madness is something you young ones cannot understand.”

“This madness, not only affects the Jackal Werewolves, but it is also highly contagious to our main tribes, the Wolf Tribe, the Rhine Lion Tribe, and the Taige Tiger Clan.”

“To protect our clansmen behind us and the entire Cave Beastmen Tribe, we have to sacrifice them!”

“Furthermore…”

Pixis closed his eyes, “After the Third Group Army completes their mission, they too shall remain to the east of the Wind Language River with the advance troops.”

“Yes, yes…!”

Soon.

The entire Third Group Army, upon receiving the order, could hardly believe their own ears.

After triple-checking the order, the Lizardmen Tribe’s troops of the Third Group Army could only accept the command.

The Third Group Army of the Cave Beastmen, along with the advance troops of more than ten thousand Jackal Werewolf cavalrymen, immediately turned into vicious poisonous snakes, charging at the Dogmen, Ratkin, and other tribes within a fifty-mile radius of the eastern bank of the Wind Language River!

They were not there to rescue but to slaughter!