Wergen is a blond Frenchman. He is in his 30s and has a 15-year military career. {.}

Over the past 15 years, Vergen has gone from a small foreign mercenary to an instructor of the French special forces, and finally one of the experimenters of the Europa Enhancement Project, giving him the right to join the war for the mysterious.

It was just like a dream. Vergen did not expect that this trip would allow him to come to a completely different world and become a God-selected person with magical strength!

Vergen's inheritance ability comes from the undead tribe who is hated. In addition to the incredibly powerful recovery power, Vergen also has the ability of an undead tribe - plague.

Vergen was sent out of the City of Dawn and walked alone on the grassland. His purpose was to release the plague and create a series of death plagues that spread to the grassland.

"Ahem."

"Look, that ranger is here again."

"Oh, ahem, let me see, it's that guy, huh, is it coming again?"

In a wooden village standing in the grassland, several young and strong men in the surveillance tower saw Vergen wearing leather armor and windbreaker. They immediately started talking in a coughing sound.

"That man seems to be called Vergen."

"It's this name. I remember that he brought a fat sheep last time. Tsk tsk, I got a piece of hind legs, that fat."

"But why did that guy come? Didn't you get enough of the lesson last time?"

A young man dumbled: "It seems we have only paid a few silver coins to buy the fat sheep."

"Haha, you don't understand this, boy." A one-eyed bald man said with a yellow teeth splitting his hair: "Do you know why our Regal Village has collected tens of thousands of refugees in this month and suppressed the barbarians around him?"

"It's salt... is it salt?" The young man thought of something, touched the small cotton bag on his belt, took a breath and said, "Yes, salt."

"That's right, there are hundreds of miles here, and there are salt wells in our village, which can produce life-saving salt!" The one-eyed man suddenly frowned slightly and coughed loudly when he smiled.

"Damn it, this cough is getting worse and worse. The doctors in the village are really useless."

The one-eyed man said that he also saw that Vergen was approaching at this time. He waved his hand and said, "Open the door and let him come in. I guess there is no way to exchange it for salt. We can squeeze another one."

Wiergen looked at the largest human plug on the grassland, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He was ordered to spread the plague. He came once last time through the transaction. According to the requirements, he only released weak plagues, which reduced the human immunity of the entire plug and increased the mortality rate a lot, but it still did not have much impact.

But this time, Vergen returned again, but it was completely different. He had received a direct command from the death knight Lanstro. The Order God needs death to strengthen itself and the lives of these natives to sacrifice.

For the sake of the earth... these guys have to die!

Thinking of this, Vergen couldn't help but gently take out a photo she had been carrying with her. He looked at the baby son who was sticking out his tongue in the photo. Vergen smiled faintly, then shook his hair and walked towards the slowly opened wooden door.

The door is quite prosperous. At least the population density on the grassland is extremely rare, not to mention that there is a simple market in this village, where some sell snacks, some sell cloths, and some sell their own ironware.

Of course, the most common thing to buy and sell in the market every day is salt!

Even some barbarians appeared in the eyes of Vergen. The barbarians were buying salt at this moment, using animals or captured human slaves. Although they had some complaints, the barbarians had to follow, after all, salt was really rare!

Whether it is the barbarians or other refugees who have escaped from human kingdoms, they have not thought of robbing this village by force, but it is natural that this village can stand firm.

In addition to the guards composed of thousands of elite men, their leader was also the leader of the village. It is said that he was a saint-level great sword master. When he set up the village, he killed thousands of barbarians on the grassland with one sword. He immediately shocked the surroundings and protected the safety of thousands of people in the village.

Vergen blew his lips, went to the snack bar to eat some food, and then took out a small jar to pay.

The owner of the snack bar can open a shop here, and his natural background is good. He also has three sons who are officers. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the jar that he wanted to have an attack, but he was stunned when he opened it.

"White sugar, what a snow-white sugar!"

White sugar, this is the most prosperous time in the human country, and it can only be a seasoning for the rich. I didn’t expect this ranger to get it and use it for trading.

Normally, a spoonful of sugar is enough to pay, but the owner of the snack bar suddenly became greedy and looked at Vergen. He first called him into the house to find measuring instruments, and then as soon as he entered the house, the owner of the snack bar suddenly started attacking. A dagger stabbed into Vergen's neck and pulled it out suddenly, releasing a large amount of blood.

Seeing Weirgen fall unwillingly, the snack bar owner smiled and picked up the sugar jar, laughing happily. He ignored the blood flowing of Vergen, and flowed into the sink and into the raw jar of the snack bar owner.

The owner of the snack bar was about to carefully put the sugar jar when he suddenly felt confused in his chest. He shook his footsteps and suddenly coughed and burst out a lot of blood.

Seeing the blood and internal organ fragments that he coughed, the snack bar panicked and hurriedly ran out with the sugar jar, ignoring his own snack stall.

The panic of the snack bar owner caused a commotion, but it was quickly suppressed, and the sugar jar was also obtained by a big man.

The man was quite surprised and immediately announced that he would go back and hold a banquet to share the sugar.

In the snack bar, Vergen's neck suddenly replied, and then slowly stood up.

Wiergen chuckled: "It's so unlucky. Why do I have to bleed heavily every time? Fortunately, my body is completely different. As long as there is enough food, I can recover from my flesh and blood."

After saying that, Vergen felt the concentration of the plague around him, and quietly left the snack bar and sneaked into the village well as if he had no idea.

Near the well, there were strong men guarding day and night, but they did not realize that Vergen did not need to go to the well to poison. After confirming the location of the well, he cut off a large amount of blood from his wrist, allowing the blood to penetrate into the soil, directly polluting the water source of the well from the root.

On this day, people came to fetch water in a constant stream, and even strong people drank directly, and a large number of plague viruses spread.

Vergen quietly left when night came, leaving only the people in the village who were still dreaming.

The strong man who obtained the sugar held a banquet and soon shared the sugar with more than a dozen strong men in the village.
Chapter completed!