"Preposterous!"
An angry roar echoed inside the study. Soren's expression was ashen as he stared at the attendant before him, and then a voice full of murderous intent rang out, "They are courting death!"
"Send men to investigate immediately!"
"Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find these liches for me!"
Damn it!
To Soren's utter astonishment, with Port Nyanzaru at the height of its power, these liches actually dared to target him. The undead plague that appeared in Muddy Town was obviously man-made and had been plotting for a long time. The clerics sent out by the temple discovered traces of contamination in the food and water supply, clearly showing that someone had long since infiltrated Muddy Town to prepare for all this.
Port Nyanzaru was protected by Soren's domain!
Within the range of the mythal, Soren's divine power enveloped the entire Port Nyanzaru Island. The enemy obviously could not find an opportunity on Port Nyanzaru Island, which was why they set their sights on Muddy Town.
Fortunately, Port Nyanzaru's reaction was timely; otherwise, Muddy Town would likely have spawned several thousand undead troops overnight. These damned fellows actually reached out to innocent commoners. The information currently sent back by the temple was that nearly two thousand commoners in Muddy Town had turned into ghouls, with only a few hundred surviving.
This incident gave Soren an immense sense of crisis!
Because Muddy Town was right next to Port Nyanzaru, enemies could still infiltrate and spread a plague there. If it were anywhere else, the consequences would likely be even more severe.
"Clerics!"
"We need more clerics!"
Soren frowned as he looked toward the temple. Although the number of his worshippers reached hundreds of thousands, the number of clerics was only around two or three hundred.