Episode 143 Moving into the Elf Village (3)
The faces of the two elves didn’t know how to lighten up at Ray’s story.
Perhaps there was something else in the elven village that he didn’t know about.
‘but. In the middle of a daunting battle with the dwarves, if humans intervened, this kind of reaction would be natural.’
It’s already been 150 years.
During that time, when I thought of the potential of Proxia, which would have built up a strong financial power and position in the dark, I could only admire.
Not only that, they far surpassed that of the Empire in terms of military power and tactical monster taming.
They have already been reborn as the only organization capable of competing in an all-out war against the Lessian Empire.
he continued.
“These human armies are now trying to destroy the continent.”
The elves were startled by that.
“Destroying the Great Continent?”
what is a continent
It is the land where the famous Lesian Empire and other small and medium-sized kingdom alliances are united.
Destroying such a continent?
It was impossible unless even a dragon appeared.
However, there was sincerity in what he said.
The second eye, the eye of truth, had been saying that.
said Ray, who waited for a moment for them to calm down.
“The reason I came is to stop them. No, to be precise, to get rid of it.”
“Wait… I heard those humans are trying to destroy the continent?”
“that’s right.”
Sepia asked with a puzzled look at his confident answer.
“But you are alone, aren’t you? How are you going to get rid of a force with enough power to destroy the continent?”
“Of course it’s magic.”
“…”
“….”
The two elves slightly frowned.
He’s a very plausible madman.
It was highly plausible that the self-proclaimed Archmage, who would magically obliterate a large and extremely disciplined army, was now living in a crumbling tent and eating a deliciously filthy bland porridge.
But Def and Sepia couldn’t refute his words.
It would be nice to just dismiss it as the madness of a madman, but the eyes of truth were again telling him that what he said was true.
Def looked at Ray once.
Aside from the dust-covered face, didn’t the clothes that became rags at sunset look like something an orc would wear?
How could a guy like that be a hero to save the continent!
The elves didn’t know it, but after arriving in the Grencia Mountains, Ray is extremely careful about using magic.
Even refraining from clean magic, minimizing the flow of mana, and even suppressing the divine power just in case, so even the elves who are sensitive to mana could not notice his mana.
It was hard to believe it easily even if the eyes of truth told me that it was true because it looked like an insignificant thing on the outside.
Whether he knew what they were thinking or not, Ray thought this was a golden opportunity.
He liked the two elves and raised awareness about the massive human force.
He inadvertently gave the nuance that he only came to solve it and that he had no interest in the conflict between elves and dwarves.
All that was left was to get permission to move into the elven village.
‘From now on is important. I have to show a positive side as much as possible.’
Ray showed the brightest expression he could currently make.
The eyes form a curved line, and the corners of the mouth rise.
Normally, it might have worked, but a face that hadn’t been washed in over two weeks ruined everything.
As he grinned with his greasy hair and grime on his face, even the love of a thousand years seemed to cool down.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“What?”
Watching Def speak in disgust, Ray brought up the main issue.
“Can you take me to the elven village? I’m sure there will be something I need.”
He spoke with sincerity.
I thought there was a possibility that the request could be accommodated to some extent.
Contrary to his thoughts, however, Def and Sepia immediately shook their heads.
“I’m sorry, but that’s not for us to decide.”
“Only the elders can decide whether or not to bring non-elves into the village.”
It couldn’t have been a very difficult rule.
Seeing how resolute he is, it seems that there is really nothing he can do about it.
Ray’s eyes, which had been brightly shining, changed to those of dying Dongtae.
“Oops. I can’t help it.”
When the two elves were judged to be no longer useful, even the way they spoke changed.
“All right then. It’s late at night, so the two of you should go back now.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help.”
“Then see you next time.”
“Oh.”
Catching the two of them to leave, Ray removed the black earrings he was wearing and handed them to them.
“Give this earring to an elf named Chercy.”
“Are you Che Chersi?”
I nodded my head to those who asked back in a surprised voice, and soon the two looked at each other and nodded cautiously.
“all right.”
“I will.”
I don’t know what kind of relationship the person in front of me has with Chersi, but the appearance of asking for an earring that looks unusual even at first glance seemed to have something to do with it.
Bravely, Ray thought as he watched them get up from their seats, as if they had understood the order to celebrate.
‘We should put off entering the elven village. In the meantime, should I quietly gather information?’
In the current situation, knowing the opponent was more important than anything.
Since the enemy’s main base is right in front of you, there must be more information you can dig out than you think.
Furthermore, it seemed that Proxia was interfering with the dwarves and elves, so I had to investigate that as well.
Unfortunately, Ray, who had completely rid his mind of the elven village, set his goal again.
* * *
Rising early in the morning, he explored around the forest as usual.
Starting from the dwarves’ mines to the outskirts of the elven village.
And finally to the area where Proxia is located.
Dwarf and elven villages are in the same area, but they have very different appearances, and although Proxia belongs to the Grencia Mountains, it is stationed in a region quite far away, so there are not many things to encounter with elves or dwarves.
It seemed that there would be no major bump even if it stayed like this.
For the first time, Ray looked around the area where Proxia was located, even from afar.
Originally, it would have ended with just wandering around, but the situation was a little different now that she had abandoned her attachment to the elven village.
Ray, who was simply examining the outer wall, admired a little.
“Isn’t it the Mage Tower Union for nothing?”
The walls were covered with crude but strengthening magic, and overlapping magic circles protected the village.
Indeed, it is an organization that can embroider the buildings in the front yard of the Holy Kingdom according to the arrangement of the magic circle.
In addition, the area where Proxia was stationed was more developed than he thought.
The high-sized castle and neatly arranged buildings were enough to feel no sense of heterogeneity even when viewed as the capital of a small kingdom.
However, if there is a flaw, is it just that it is a little dirty?
It was said that 150 years had passed since Proxia came to the Grencia Mountains, so considering their capital and technology, it was not too much.
Ray set up the tent again on an in-between street, neither too far nor too close to their castle.
It was time to move the base camp.
The farther away it is, the harder it is to observe.
Even the dried fish and herbs he had gathered were all moved to the new tent.
Ray’s day, which had been perfectly prepared for his new home, began and ended with Proxia’s observation.
From their standard of living to their cultural environment, his observations were all recorded in Proxia.
Now it’s the judge’s board.
They must have been rejected by the elves as well. The distance must have been quite far from them.
There was no need to hesitate any longer.
Ray caught all the rats he could see in the field and put them all in one place.
I left my backpack when I was running away from an elf named Chersi, so I didn’t have any medical supplies in my hand, but there were things I could do.
Rotten food was fed, various filth was put in the rats’ habitat, and they waited for several days to see the reaction.
Has it been three days? The excrement of the rats entangled with the filth, releasing an indescribable scent.
Ray covered his nose at the fragrant smell and put on a satisfied expression.
“very good.”
I don’t know what’s good, but he seemed in a good mood for the first time in a while.
The cries of field mice continued for days.
Ray’s expression became increasingly vicious as he watched the rats scratching at him as if they were itchy.
In the fields, they continued to catch healthy mice, mix them with the contaminated ones, and feed them rotten fish, making things worse.
After a while, I was finally able to get the desired result.
Ray, who was delighted with cheers, immediately ran to the place where Proxia was stationed with a wooden barrel full of rats.
I wanted to convey this joy as soon as possible.
The joy he is trying to convey to Proxia is a disease that was also called the Plague.
An acute infectious disease that caused the most casualties in modern history.
This infectious disease that swept across Asia and Europe was so terrifying that it killed half the population of the region.
Crops were not growing well due to the flood damage, and the starving people had very poor sanitation, and when the plague was added to that, it had devastating consequences.
The situation in Proxia was also not very different from that of medieval Europe.
People are not starving, but sanitation is poor.
No matter how much magic there is, the limits of scientific civilization could not raise their standard of living.
What if pestis spreads in this state?
The situation will change out of control.
In this world where penicillin is not made, let alone known about its existence, the only way to defeat the Black Death is with divine magic.
However, according to what I have observed so far, the existence of a priest who uses divine power in Proxia is extremely rare.
Unless it was at the level of the Holy Kingdom, he would have to prepare for a significant blow.
The rats, which must have spent several days in a place where various filth and excrement were mixed, are planted with chubby fleas.
If these fleas moved to Proxia and lived well, Proxia would itself disappear from history.
Infecting it was fairly straightforward.
There are typically two types of plague, bubonic plague and pneumonic plague.
Bubonic plague is usually transmitted through flea bites, but when the pathogen, bubonic plague, invades the human body, it does not cause significant changes in the sting area.
However, the lymph nodes in the vicinity swell first, and eventually the lymph nodes throughout the body begin to swell, causing hemorrhagic purulent inflammation.
Most infections will be of this bubonic plague type.
Pneumonic plague may not infect too many people, but it can be said to be the most dangerous of the plagues in terms of danger.
Pneumonia caused by infection with the plague bacillus is caused by inhalation of the bacteria.
It is a highly virulent infectious disease with a fatality rate of over 90%.
Of course, bubonic plague also often leads to death within a week if not treated appropriately.
At that time, most of the soldiers would die while trying to urgently save the priests and treat them.
Ray released rats in Proxia’s front yard.
After a long absence, the wild mice crawled into the city center with nimble movements.
He showed his teeth and grinned.
“Now, it is the second coming of the Black Death, which has been difficult even in modern times.”
