Chapter 163: Medical Master
Rogge knew the origin of his opponent. The predecessor of the cult was once a well-known medical organization in the old world.
They are few in number, and all call themselves the Hand of Asclepius, using the caduceus as the symbol of their organization.
All the doctors who hold snake staffs are well-known medical experts.
The medical knowledge they possessed was ahead of their time. Patients who were considered beyond saving in contemporary times would miraculously recover after meeting the hands of Asclepius.
The founder of the medical guild of Asclepius is the most mysterious, and it is said that it was he who taught the physicians.
All members must swear an oath that they must treat all patients equally.
If the patient is penniless, the doctor only needs to ask for a keepsake that is precious to the patient, even if it is worthless.
The real upper class can certainly find out the identity of the mysterious founder, but unfortunately, the humans corrupted by the Slaanesh Cult are generally upper-class nobles.
The mysterious man's name is An Lai. Strangely, he has no surname.
He often hung out in slums, treating the untouchables everywhere, but ignored the truly noble people.
He eventually disappeared into a village in Middenland.
Roger once thought that he was assassinated by a bereaved nobleman. This great doctor had such outstanding abilities, but he was unwilling to break the ridiculous rules and help the noble life first.
How could the nobles be in the same rank as the untouchables? Anlai’s “equality” without distinction of primary and secondary led to the deaths of too many people in need. It was only natural that he was assassinated.
After An Lai disappeared, all the medical books passed down by An Lai decayed instantly, and all the medical knowledge he brought was buried in the past.
The Hand of Asclepius gradually disappeared from people's sight, and the organization became a legend in the long silence.
Until thirty years ago.
A noble mentioned Anlai during a casual conversation after dinner. When the name "Anlai" was spoken, the noble began to smell bad, and the tea he drank only made him swollen.
Before the priests arrived, the nobleman turned into a pile of rotting corpses.
All the people who attended the tea party died from some kind of flu. Reverend Moore and Priestess Shalya sealed off the nobles' manor and learned about this terrible anomaly from the crazy ravings of the survivors.
Since then, "Anlai" has become a taboo.
In the great holy war twenty years ago, the former medical masters reappeared, but they all turned into half-demons.
That medical organization suddenly transformed into the Withering Cult of the Father of Decay.
Just like the Tirian Society once was.
Rogge had reason to believe that Anlai had thrown himself into the arms of the Father of Corruption, just like the founder of the Tirian Society, a physician named Festus.
According to legend, Anlai left behind a notebook that recorded all known diseases and their treatment methods, as well as medical knowledge that was hundreds of years ahead of its time.
It is the only copy that has not been destroyed by the mysterious power! Many priests of Sharya have searched for this notebook, but they all disappeared in the forest of Midden and never returned.
The village that made Anlai disappear disappeared from the real world like a dream.
Only drunkards in taverns occasionally mentioned relevant eyewitness records. In their stories, there was often a poor guy who entered a ghost village, escaped by chance, and died of illness on the way back to civilization.
On the west side, in the dark jungle, a group of bloated humans were trudging along with difficulty, leaning on snake staffs.
From time to time, blisters were scratched by branches, and pus spilled all over the path they walked.
The roar of the greenskins sounded on the north side, but this did not scare them.
Because they are immortal!
The followers of Slaanesh are just ahead, and the Plaguewalkers must eliminate their minions.
The winds of magic are growing stronger, which is a good sign.
Their teacher is trying to seize dominance. The two gods worshipped by the Slaanesh Cult are powerful, but the two they believe in are even stronger.
The only one who can finally descend upon this region with the magical winds is the "Flu Master".
"Idiots! Why are you here?"
Chuan Kui Luo stepped on the body of the Eshin alchemist, held high the amulet on his chest, and confronted the Dimension Twins vigilantly.
"We! We have reached an agreement with Clan Pestilence!"
Hearing the warlock's shrill cry, a dangerous light flashed in Chuan Kui Luo's eyes.
This is an offense! This is an overstepping of authority! "I have reached an agreement with Plague Lord Sirkuk, you damn fleas!"
The Plague Lords of Clan Pestilence are of course not Nurgle; they just happen to share the same name with one of the countless individual characteristics of the God of All Things.
Si Ku Ke is the most powerful Plague Lord in the Plague Clan except for the Great Plague Lord in the Council of Thirteen.
All the ratmen showed looks of disgust. Except for the mangy rat from the Plague Clan, no ratman liked Skuk, who was cold-blooded and cruel.
It's as strong as its bad reputation.
The Dimension Twins hesitated and finally gave up their original plan.
"Hairless things! There are hairless things in the West and the East!"
A group of slave rats started shouting in panic, which made Chuan Kui Luo, who was already in a bad mood, tense up even more.
Now there is a green tide in the north and they can only flee south.
Chuan Kui Luo violently coerced the warlocks, saying that they must get enough dimensional stones, otherwise all the ratmen would die.
Only it, the most powerful Grey Seer, has the power to turn the tide of battle.
As long as it summons a Disaster Lord, everything will be fine.
"I hear the rat-man grinding his teeth, shorty! Do you hear it?"
"Hahaha! You hairless sissy, even a gust of wind can scare you to death!"
By the campfire, the dwarf struck his armor with the back of his battle axe and started arguing with the Swordmaster of Hoeth again.
Sometimes, Lynch even wanted to lock them up together and let them slowly determine who was better.
However, there are indeed ratmen approaching the camp, and there are quite a few of them.
Deep in the jungle's deep shadows, countless thin figures shuttled through the dense forest, like passing locusts, eating up all the green plants and even stripping off the bark.
The Archmage and Lynch issued warnings at the same time. The Sword Master and Longbeard stopped mocking each other and excitedly drew their weapons, ready to meet the invaders.
If it were an ordinary adventure team, they would always be in fear of the darkness and the numerous monsters.
But they are all elite soldiers who have experienced many battles.
Soon, all the warriors became aware of the Skaven lurking around the camp.
The stench of the ratmen could not hide them, making their raid a tough battle, even though there were only four warriors here.
"Grimnir!"
The dwarf roared the name of the dwarf god of war, put away the gold and silver on his body, and rushed into the darkness.
"In the name of Asuryan!"
The Sword Master was not willing to be outdone and followed closely behind.
The hearty sword dance and fierce slashing scared the darkness, making it scream in panic.
(End of this chapter)
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