Chapter 1000: Snake God, I will sell you my divine power. What price will you pay?
There was a moment of silence in the temple.
Tratoani looked at Gretel carefully, from head to feet, and then from feet to head. Gretel raised her face and looked at him without flinching, muttering silently in her heart:
"The vaccine is not that fast... but the verification of the transmission method is very fast... several possibilities are verified at the same time, and it is estimated that it will be out in ten days and a half..."
Gretel will never forget the example of yellow fever given by the teacher when he was studying "Epidemiology" in his previous life:
“In 1802, Stubbings Firth, a doctoral student at the University of Pennsylvania, applied the vomit of yellow fever patients to his wounds, dripped it into his eyes, inhaled the gas evaporated from the vomit, and swallowed the dried and compressed product of the vomit.
, swallow the diluted vomit directly..."
There was an uproar of "yue——" in the classroom. The teacher continued to speak without changing his expression:
"He was safe every time. Later, he followed the same method and inhaled the patient's blood, saliva, sweat and urine into his body, and was still safe. From this, he was convinced that yellow fever cannot be transmitted between people.
spread."
The classroom was buzzing with chatter. The students all shook their heads, admiring the perseverance of this senior and sympathizing with him for suffering so much in vain. The teacher continued:
"In 1900, in order to prove that yellow fever is transmitted through mosquitoes, the American military doctor Raziel allowed himself to be bitten by mosquitoes that had bitten yellow fever patients. He was infected, thus successfully proving this——"
The voice in the classroom became louder again, and the students whispered among themselves, saying things like "Then you will be successful and famous". Then, the teacher's voice poured cold water on their heads:
"he died."
"..."
"..."
The classroom was silent for a moment. All the students lost their smiles and lowered their heads to pay tribute to the brave pioneer.
For yellow fever, there was no special symptomatic treatment until the year Gretel traveled through time. It could only be supportive treatment to prevent complications and treat headaches and pains. In 1900, if you were infected, you would basically treat it.
You can only gamble your life.
Of course, it won't be the case now. [Remove Disease] plus [Healing], a two-pronged approach, can always bring back life. So Gretel was eager to obey the authority and agreed to use prisoners of war for experiments——
Anyway, the first one is that you can't die, the healing spell can do it; the second one is that it can't spread, all the magicians carry magic tools to repel mosquitoes and flies. In addition, every room has a targeted mosquito repellent magic array.
…
Just when I thought of this, a burst of black mist suddenly filled up around the snake god's statue. The black mist rotated, condensed, and fixed, coating the pure black scales of the snake god's statue with a layer of gleaming brilliance.
Then, the statue's eyes lit up, the snake's kiss opened, and it hissed out a message. A faint but very clear wave passed through the hall and was directly transmitted into Grete's heart:
"Lord of Plague, do you want to take advantage of my divine power?"
Where to start?
Grete was stunned for a moment, his thoughts racing, checking various things he had done recently. After thinking about it, he shook his head firmly:
"What do I need your divine power for?"
"Only my divine power can protect the soldiers from the plague!" The snake god became excited instantly, the black mist billowed, and hissed:
"If you want to eliminate the plague, what else can you do besides using my power? - Let me tell you, it's impossible!"
Gretel: "..."
Should I say that fortunately I am a priest of the God of Nature... My healing skills may come from nature, or they may come from something else, but it has nothing to do with you anyway!
Otherwise, I would still be stuck as a first-level priest if I expected you to be such a picky and swishy god!
Forget it, you can't ask too much of the indigenous gods. At least they are not automatic answering machines condensed by faith, but living, falling on the ground, able to speak by themselves——
If the negotiation doesn't go well, you can ask Senior Brother to take action and catch him and give him a good beating. For this reason, don't be too picky.
Gretel silently comforted himself and tried to smile at the snake god:
"My defense against the plague shouldn't require your divine power - at least, the defense ideas are different. But to be on the safe side, can you please tell me how you protect your warriors from the plague?"
"Wherever my divine power reaches, all disasters will of course be avoided!"
The snake god answered without hesitation. Gretel curled his lips:
"Come on, if everything depends on divine power, we can't talk about it now. - Even if it is divine power, it has a way of functioning, right?"
The snake god seemed to be irritated, hissing, hissing, and writhing. Suddenly, Archmage Baierbo coughed lightly:
"If you put it like that, we can't talk. Otherwise, you call a warrior in - preferably a low-level one - cover him with divine power and let us see how it works?"
These words were spoken calmly, softly and slowly, with a slight smile on his face as he spoke. But the black mist suddenly stopped tumbling, shrank back slightly, paused for a while, and then quickly swept across the hall.
"……cough."
As if receiving some order, Tratoani coughed slightly, stood up and raised his hand.
Soon, one of the Black Eagle warriors standing guard on the steps outside the door walked in quickly and saluted the statue first, then saluted Tratorani and the two guests respectively.
Then, put down your weapon and stand carefully in front of Gretel.
A wisp of black mist immediately covered it. It was very light, very light, and could hardly be seen clearly if you were not paying attention. However, Grete's eyes suddenly widened, staring closely at the soldier, and quickly switched to detection magic:
"The energy intensity is not very high, so touch the second ring...the stronger one in the second ring...infrared vision...Senior brother, his body temperature has dropped!"
"I saw it!" Archmage Baierbo replied lightly. Gretel muttered in a low voice:
"Snake god? Snakes are temperature-changing animals. Their body temperature is always relatively cool. It is possible to make him look cooler... wind... there is no wind around him... smell..."
He muttered, jumped up and down, studied for a long time, and walked around the Black Hawk warrior three or five times.
It was only when the black mist shrank and swelled, and became a little impatient, that he confidently came to a conclusion:
"The snake god's blessing is to simulate the person being blessed into a snake in terms of body temperature, smell, fluctuations, etc., so that the poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies in the jungle can ignore his existence and not bite him, right?
"
The black mist fell silent and clung to the statue, making no sound. Gretel raised his head and looked directly at the statue of the snake god, spreading his hands towards it:
"So I said, my thinking is definitely different. My idea is to use magic to drive away poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies - if we can determine which kind of thing is spreading, we can reduce the cost even lower, close to zero-ring magic.
situation;"
He glanced at Archmage Belbo inquiringly, and his senior brother nodded to him, meaning "No problem, it can be done." Gretel cheered up and continued:
"The second idea is to find anti-worm medicine in the jungle, make a potion and apply it on the body. Of course, this requires full communication with the indigenous people in the jungle, or with the help of the power of the natural priest..."
Archmage Baierbo: "..."
What kind of tone is this?
Why does it sound like we are going to bring in nature priests from the mainland?
Little Grete, have you forgotten that you are a level 10 nature priest?
Even if you are lazy and don't want to go into the jungle, if someone dug up those trees and grass, you should know which ones can repel mosquitoes by asking them!
Forget it, teach me a lesson, or beat your junior brother, don't do it in front of outsiders. Archmage Baierbo looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart. He listened to Gretel's statement:
"There is another method, which I am investing the most energy in right now - it is to make people resistant to this disease. Just like I used to make them resistant to smallpox, if you bite the bullet, you will not get sick after you bite it!"
The black mist stirred up again. It first stretched out a whip-like mist and struck the Black Eagle warrior.
When the Black Eagle warrior left quickly, the black mist simply separated from the statue, coiled up in the air for a while, stood upright for a while, and expanded extremely at the end, making a loud hissing sound:
"That's not to divide my power! It's not to steal my magical power! Once you come up with the magic medicine for smallpox, many people won't believe in me! My power, my power! If they all expect me, fear
I, beg me, how could I...how could I..."
Gretel lowered his eyes silently. How sad, he thought, the power of the gods is like this——
No matter how powerful the god is, no matter how arrogant the god is, when no one in this land believes in him, no one worships him, no one fears him, no one even calls his name anymore...
The so-called gods can only return to dust like mortals. In fact, because they are more powerful than mortals, they need to endure fear and pain for a longer period of time before they return to silence...
"alright!"
He was wandering in the sky, sighing silently, when Archmage Baierbo interrupted impatiently. The Archmage stared at the billowing black mist in the center of the temple, with a slight scorching heat in his eyes:
"Isn't it just some divine power? Isn't it just the fear and worship of the people? In this way, when Little Gretel makes something, he will teach you how to make it, or give it to you directly, and you will distribute it in the name of God's blessing.
Is this okay?!”
Grete doesn’t want the power of faith!
For him, every power of faith, every chant of "Lord of Plagues" is extremely poisonous and an obstacle to his advancement! It would be best if he could get rid of it and have someone unlucky to take over.
!
"That's great!"
The black mist condensed, subconsciously coiled into a snake formation, and lowered his head. Archmage Baierbo leaned back comfortably:
"Of course, these things are not given for free. Hey, I said snake god, what are you willing to give in exchange?"
"Then we have to wait until he makes it first!"
The black mist suddenly stood upright. Archmage Baierbo nodded calmly:
"Of course, we have to wait until he makes it. What happens after it is made? What are you going to exchange for something that can protect one person, a hundred people, or a thousand people from being harmed by the plague?"
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