"Even the strongest human army would find it difficult to defeat Nurgle's favorites in this Garden."
Rotigus's eyes gleamed.
He was not overly concerned about the approaching enemy.
Behind Father of Rain, The Generous One, stood the most elite forces of the garden of Nurgle. To crush them completely, humanity would have to join forces with the armies of the other gods. Otherwise, it was impossible.
No matter what, they would stop the human forces and save every survivor.
"Run!"
"Grandfather's favorites, get away from this terrible place!"
"Ah!!!"
Yet, to Rotigus's surprise, the Great Unclean Ones fleeing back from the fallen region showed no joy at surviving disaster. Instead, they screamed desperate warnings.
They shouted, hoping the Plague Army would quickly flee the area and escape the unknown enemy pursuing them from behind.
??!
Rotigus and Ku'gath were both stunned by the sight of those surviving Greater Daemons.
What was going on? Had those Plague Favorites been scared mad by the humans? Could they not see the Plague Army?
These high-ranking favorites could not understand it. Forget ordinary human forces—even if the combined armies of the gods came together, they should be able to hold them off for some time, shouldn't they?
They did not react at all. They even thought those Great Unclean Ones had truly gone mad.
No matter how powerful the enemy was, the Plague Army had no reason to flee without fighting. If that happened, it would deal an irreparable blow to morale, and their future situation would become even more difficult.
Moreover, the breach passage simply could not accommodate a large army. The enemy force should not be numerous.
That was precisely why Ku'gath and the other high-ranking favorites had led so many troops here—to crush the human forces with numbers, brutally torment and