Chapter 180: Chapter 21: Horn Of The Dead!

Lancelot didn't have the chance to linger on his thought as a putrid fog spread through the forest. The stench was like rotten eggs and garbage left undisposed for months on the side of the road. 

"Ugh... what the hell..." 

All the fairies on the walls and frost hares began to look pale as the formerly beautiful trees withered and curled into decaying lumps of twisted mush. 

'The enemy is already here? What is causing this?'

With a loud crash, the entire wall began to shudder as lightning began to strike from the sky as if filled with fury towards them.

"Marimo, have your girls recover and help cover the noses of the hares that seem pale." 

"Tyr, Tiamat, can you do anything about that black mist?"