Skyrim's Efforts

"Look, Plague Village is up ahead. Your opportunity has arrived."

Lu Lu Wo smiled as she pointed toward the dim, gloomy tunnel ahead.

The Starfire Knights and ordinary Sparkfire Church soldiers following beside her all wore expressions that said, "Are you kidding me?"

You called that dark tunnel ahead, with no end in sight and built from countless ramshackle wooden frames that all looked nearly identical, a "village"?

Although the name Plague Village sounded plenty strange already, as if mysterious people in white coats might rush out at any moment and make them do martial arts exercises, this was still too careless. How could a tunnel be called a village?

Yet reality gave them a proper lesson.

The moment they stepped into the tunnel's territory, the entire world before their eyes was immediately smeared with a "filter" of shit-yellow mixed with dark green. Just looking at it made the whole place seem unbearably foul.

Not to mention the sinister wind blowing from deep inside the tunnel, instantly carrying a stench unbearable to mortals and violating their nostrils.

The two ominous words [Plague Village] swaggered into view before everyone amid the shit-like filter and the foul gale.

"Bleurgh!!!"

Those with weaker endurance immediately began vomiting and staggering around.

They were all soldiers who had been to war. In theory, both their mental and physical resilience should have been better.

Unfortunately, the stench filling Plague Village was no ordinary smell. Gong Qiying had added something extra to it.

It was magic. He had added magic to it!

Naturally, ordinary people could not endure even a slight whiff of it and immediately began vomiting and having diarrhea.

"Oh my, you can't take it already? You all have filter masks in your backpacks. Good thing I made you bring them in advance, right?"

Lu