.The Second Era 377... Late May. (The Jiu Astronomy Network is updated very fast)

The southern plains ushered in a rainy weather that lasted for several days in summer. Athens's winter wheat harvesting progress could not help but slow down. We could only wait until the rainstorm stopped. However, the heavy rain fell for three consecutive days. After realizing that the water of the Nidolia River had begun to fill up, Murphy immediately decisively ordered everyone to grab the food in the rain and transport all the winter wheat back to the town with stems and poles.

Facts proved that Murphy's intuition was keen. After a few days of heavy rains, floods occurred in the downstream areas. The flooded rivers flooded the farmland. Many wheat that had not yet been harvested was soaked in the flood. I don't know how much harvest could be left after the flood receded.

Athens is located in the upper reaches of the Nidolia River. Although it is not flooded like the ones downstream, the rainwater that cannot be excreted still submerged a lot of arable land. If Murphy had not decisively ordered the first harvest of grain, the wheat harvested this year would have to be soaked in the rainwater for a while now.

In that case, the grain output will probably drop sharply again this year.

The heavy rain fell for four consecutive days, and it was not until the afternoon of the fifth day that the rain began to drizzle.

Finally, it slowly stopped and a trace of colorful clouds appeared in the sky.

Once the heavy rain stopped and continued, the flooding river water immediately subsided, and the flooding situation gradually improved in many places downstream of Athens. By the next morning, the flood had completely receded. However, the losses caused were irreversible. After this year's grain production cut, the flood made many people lose their grains, and the situation in the entire southern plain became tense.

The heavy rainstorms washed the earth over several days. Although other races on the earth suffered a lot, the Naga fish people were experiencing as if they were in water. The changes brought by the heavy rain made the fish people very beneficial. Taking advantage of the heavy rains for several days, these migrant fish people pushed the territory they occupied for more than ten kilometers.

However, they have not yet arrived within the southern plains.

Some new enemies, only exist in legends, hate all living creatures and bring death to the slaughter.

"Governor General! The situation in the southern plains is becoming more and more complicated." Early in the morning, General Leodale looked solemn, and quickly broke into the Governor's Mansion, and delivered a 600-mile-rushing intelligence to Murphy.

Murphy had never seen General Leodale so anxious, and it was the first time he saw him breaking into the Governor's Mansion without having enough time to wait.

Understanding the seriousness of the matter, he might have happened unexpectedly. He immediately put on a robe and walked quickly into the hall. While walking, he started reading the urgent secret report sent by the mercenary union.

After seeing this, even he was a little shocked!

Because since that heavy rain, many places on the southern plains have experienced a phenomenon of "resurrection from the dead," especially near the battlefield of the watermark-scale war that humans have broken out in recent years. A large number of buried corpses have emerged. These dead and resurrected undead have no mind, but are just wandering in the boundless wilderness, attacking any living creature, whether it is humans, half-elves, cavemen, or fishman tribes approaching the southern plains. As long as living creatures are alive, they are within their attack range.

"It appears so soon!" Murphy's expression became more and more serious as he looked at it. He raised his hand and put down the secret letter, and ordered to General Leodallie in a deep voice: "Immediately ask the Chief Priest of the God of War to come over, and immediately send someone to the gate to see if there has been any changes in the orc battlefield at that time!"

General Leodal immediately remembered that there were several former main battlefields in Athens' territory, where a large number of corpses were buried.

I rushed outside in a hurry!

"The earth is corroded by the filthy air of death, and the dead souls sleeping in the loess are also invaded. These dead souls wake up under the filthy power of death, wandering in the boundless wilderness with their decayed bodies, attacking any living creature!"... The evil forces in the abyss are already corrupting the earth. Those species without gods, without faith, will be eroded by the filthy power attached to the earth after death, and will gradually transform into immortal souls..." Murphy frowned and looked at the defense line in the southeast. There was the battlefield in Athens, where a large number of orc warriors were buried.

"I hope the power of the Olympus gods can still suppress the watermark of spreading their wings! At least it can suppress the power of death in the Athenian territory, so that those dead souls who died in battle will not be disturbed by filthy power!" Murphy murmured in a low voice.

Human beings have never had real gods, and naturally they have not.

For thousands of years, human beings have maintained the belief of the soul of their ancestors. After death, they have been asleep in the loess and are with the earth!

But.

All this changed after the earth was eroded by the filthy aura of the abyss. That is, the power of the earth that originally encompasses all essences has been corrupted by the evil power of death. Its essence can no longer accommodate all souls. Once the anger, hatred and resentment contained in these souls during their lifetime are triggered by the evil power of death, these souls will break away from the embrace of the earth and turn into immortal souls, controlling the rotten body and wandering in the wilderness.

In recent years, hundreds of thousands of humans have died in the human city-states in the southern plains one after another. Not only are the dead souls who died bravely on the battlefield, but also the innocent poor who died under the capture of the gnolls and were eaten by the gnolls. These dead people contain extremely resentment, which condense the power of death and turn some places into real places of the undead!

Information shows that since the heavy rain, many places in the southern plains have been filled with thick fog all day long, and the environment inside cannot be seen clearly. Among these fogs, there are a large number of undead eroded by the power of death. During the day, they hide in the land shrouded by the power of death and rely on the thick fog to resist the sunlight.

And when night comes, these immortal souls begin to wander around and attack any living creatures.

Now many creatures have been attacked by the undead and suffered great losses! Fortunately, these undead spirits are not only enemies or me. When humans are attacked by them, the cavemen and fishmen have also become the targets of their attacks. The fishmen tribe, which has been migrating south, has also been severely damaged several times under the attack of these undead spirits, and has to temporarily suspend the pace of the southern invasion.

Since the undead appeared, the earth could no longer become human. More and more people are afraid of death, and fearful to become the immortal undead, without any mind, attacking any living creature!

At the same time, a call also appeared in the entire human world!

That is the urgent desire for the gods! The urgent desire for a place where the soul rests!

"His Excellency, Grand Duke! The Chief Priest of the God of War is here." The figure of the general guard attendant Zhou came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Murphy immediately raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Come in quickly."

After a while, the Chief Priest of the War God with a quiet face walked into the spacious hall of the Governor's Mansion. He looked up at Murphy and the secret letter on the table, and slowly said: "My Lord Kratos already knows the changes in this world, and the power of the Olympus God Boats can also suppress those evil auras. But if this continues, those immortal undead will appear in Athens."

"What should I do?" Murphy gave a breath in his heart when he heard this. As long as he could temporarily suppress it, things would be much easier.

An extremely powerful aura suddenly burst out from the body of the Chief God of War Priest, and then a full-colored divine light appeared in his eyes. Murphy knew that the conversation with him was no longer just the Chief God of War Priest. So he took a scrubbing gesture and listened carefully to the "Captain God of War Priest," and conveyed some new oracle to himself.

"The power of the Olympus gods must be increased! We must send the new kingdom of gods to heaven! Only in this way can we create a person who exists outside this world and is not eroded by the power of the abyss!" The long-time priest of the war god was flashing with a full-colored divine light. He stared at Murphy's eyes and said in a deep voice: "There are still too few gods in Olympus! There are only three of us among the twelve main gods! We must strengthen our own strength! We must let the new gods appear and inherit the twelve main gods of the Olympus gods!"

"But the system does not show that a new temple can be established, and I don't know who inherited the other clergy." When Murphy heard this question, he felt a little embarrassed. The clergy of the Olympus gods was not determined by the system. It is easy to build the twelve temples, but he didn't know who the statue of the gods was worshipped inside.

The goddess of wisdom Athena grasped the scepter that symbolized the supreme divine power. The thunder power belonging to Zeus is now in her hands, and the god of war now belongs to Kratos. Although the watermark love spreading and the clergy of childbirth are still in the hands of Aphrodite, Murphy doesn't know who the other gods are.

"Although the rules are not displayed, we can create them ourselves!" 'The chief priest of the God of War, and the inkstone in his mouth is obviously the auxiliary system to which the gods of Olympus depend. He stared at Murphy's expression and said, "When the Temple of Love spreading its wings is upgraded to the Grand Temple, the three gods of Olympus will gather strength to wake up from their sleep first. At that time, a girl will come from hell!"

"The high priest will tell you how to deal with her!" The full divine light in the eyes of the chief priest of the war god began to dissipate, and he said slowly.

hell!

Coming from hell?

Murphy watched the gradually dissipating divine light and fell into contemplation.


Chapter completed!