The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 496 Natural Disaster
"What? Say it again!" Roland didn't care about keeping his distance anymore. He pounced on Ivy, grabbed her shoulders, and stared intently into her eyes, trembling as he spoke.

“Your Highness… Your Highness, it seems to be a plague…” Ivy was startled by Roland’s appearance, and there were a few tears in his eyes.

"Roland! What are you doing!" Nyx's sudden shout broke the suffocating atmosphere.

Nyx, carrying a jar of honey water, had just reached the door when she saw Roland eagerly rushing towards Pastor Ivy. This almost made Nyx drop the jar, and she couldn't help but speak up.

"Girl, something terrible has happened! There might be a plague in the city! I have to go find Yunfeng! Ivy, come with me!" Roland squeezed past Nyx without saying a word, no longer caring about Nyx's petty temper.

"Plague?" Nyx's mind went blank, and he hadn't even realized what that was, but then his face turned pale.

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"King Roland! You'd better say it's the plague!" Yun Feng, with a puff of black smoke and an afro, walked out of a portal. Upon receiving the news, Yun Feng immediately stopped his alchemy experiment, not even caring about the explosion, and opened a portal for him.

Judging from Yunfeng's appearance, you can tell how angry the child is, but there shouldn't be any major problems, since he still seems to be alive.

"If you mess with me, you're dead!" Yun Feng's eyes flashed with anger. Even a clay figure has some spirit, let alone a dignified sixth-level sage like Yun Feng. It's one thing for Roland to tease him normally, but if this kind of thing happens again... Yun Feng's fists were itching to punch him.

"Stop staring like that, the main character is right here!" Roland glanced at Yun Feng, ignoring him, and pointed directly at Ivy.

"Oh? Pastor Ivy, could you tell me the details?" As expected, Yun Feng was like a dog; his expression changed instantly upon seeing Ivy. He asked Ivy in a gentle tone, showing no trace of the sharp exchanges he had with Roland.

(Omske: Privately, I call these two idiots "Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix".)
"Tch! Double standards!" Seeing Yun Feng's tone change instantly, Roland curled his lip in disdain and muttered to himself.

"Hmph! You bitch!" As if she could see Roland's displeased look, Yun Feng didn't tolerate it and responded with a glare, cursing her bad luck in her heart.

"..." Omske opened his mouth as if to say something but then stopped himself. Damn it, this is such a serious occasion, and you two are staring at each other like bulls? Can't you be serious for once... have a sense of crisis!
"It's like this, today there are many more people in the city suffering from headaches and fevers. After our priests performed purification spells many times, we found that the infected population is still expanding..." Ivy said anxiously after calming down. In the context of the Middle Ages, such a large-scale infectious disease was undoubtedly a plague. After all, a flu in the Middle Ages was enough to destroy a country.

Roland should be grateful that Middle-earth is a world shrouded in magic, and that he has some priests under his command whose ability to dispel and purify magic has minimized his influence.

"It's undoubtedly a plague." After hearing Ivy's words, Yun Feng shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"Your Highness, we need to think of a solution, otherwise the city will suffer heavy casualties..." Yun Feng frowned and looked at Roland. Obviously, he had no intention of joking with Roland anymore. The plague was like a giant hammer falling from the sky, making everyone dizzy.

"Damn! Just a little flu..."

"No! This shouldn't be happening! How could a plague possibly breed?" Roland couldn't understand it. He had been in charge of sanitation for a long time, and human and animal excrement was collected. The city was kept clean and tidy, and there were people specifically assigned to collect garbage. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be a breeding ground for a plague.

“Your Highness…forgive my bluntness, but plagues don’t just arise on their own…” Omsk frowned as he looked at Roland.

"You bastard! Someone poisoned it!" Roland roared in shock and anger, his eyes wide. When a simple environment is not enough to breed a plague, poisoning is the only option, and... damn it, someone just happens to be good at this stuff! "The Holy White Council has disintegrated?" Roland couldn't help but ponder the timeline in his mind.

In the Third Age 2941, the Battle of Lonely Mountain ended, and the Kingdom of Lagrange was established.

In the Third Age 2942, Moria's expedition was successful, Moria was restored, and Balin became King of Moria!

So it should be the Third Age 2943 now! Saruman, that old man, should have betrayed the "Revolution" in the Third Age 2953, becoming a traitor, establishing his own regime in Isengard, and getting into genetic engineering. Plague is something that the great biologist Saruman is good at.

It's worth mentioning that King Théoden of Rohan... well, the one who got run over by a horse, was born in the year 2948 of the Third Age... Roland realized with a thought, lol! He himself looked so aged?

When the War of the Ring began in the Third Age 3018, Roland counted on his fingers... Wow! Good heavens! He was actually a 93-year-old man! Well, considering the Lagranges' lifespan of over 300 years, he was still considered young, and could be described as being in his prime.

"That can't be!" Roland's eyes twitched a few times. Could it be the Witch-King of Angmar's doing? But that doesn't make sense either. Given Morgoth and Sauron's lineage of malice, they're either torturing or on their way to torturing the entire world. They shouldn't be that bored. If they really did fight, they'd sweep through everything in their path, since both of them are very confident in themselves. (Druid II and Druid III: Hmm? Why do I feel like someone's tagging me?)

"Who the hell is spreading the plague on me for no reason! Don't let me catch him! Otherwise I'll strip him of his ribs and play the pipa with him!" Roland couldn't help but curse.

Placing a plague curse on someone else's home is like a toad crawling on your foot—it might not bite, but it's still annoying. It's like a young woman's crotch—is there a conspiracy?
"Can we find the source of the cloud maple?" Roland asked, turning his head.

"...Do I look like a wizard to you?" Yun Feng spread his hands.

“He certainly doesn’t look like… he looks like an idiot.” Roland examined him for a few minutes with an air of certainty before saying this.

"..." Yun Feng grinned. Well, as expected of my Wang style, you've mastered the art of teasing Yun Feng while eating and sleeping! This isn't fun anymore, let's just hurt each other!

"I can't do anything about it..." Seeing the two men looking at him, Omske quickly raised his hand in a rude refusal. He thought to himself, "You want me to go and chop people up with a knife? You want me to solve a plague? You might as well let me get infected with the plague."

"Then we'll have to resort to the brute force!" Roland shook his head. Since there was no unconventional solution, they might as well just confront it head-on!
"Yunfeng, ensure the supply of quicklime, and spread quicklime on the ground every few days! Tell the people that they cannot drink raw water! I'll emphasize again, they are not allowed to drink raw water!" Roland said to Yunfeng.

“Okay!” Yun Feng made a gesture of control, indicating that King Roland was prepared to fight this plague for a long time.

"Ivy, you've worked hard. When you encounter infected people, just use the three-piece set of dispel, purification, and healing!" Roland's lips curled into a smile that resembled that of the Dragon King, Asura, God of War, King, Emperor...

Come on, I don't believe it! Whose plague curse is this good? If Roland doesn't die after using the three-piece set, he'll perform a handstand and eat shit for him!

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