Chapter 1095 Gretel, enter! Fight with the oak staff!
"Don't fight..."
"Stop fighting..."
Grete ran from east to west and from west to east under the shade of the old trees. First he ran back and forth, then he ran in circles, one lap of 400 meters, two laps of 800 meters...
I started running in human form, but when I couldn't run anymore, I switched to bear form and ran...
Behind him, an oak stick, or rather a small oak tree, spread out a few tree roots and kept chasing after him. He waved the branches and struck horizontally and vertically.
From time to time, a leaf would be fired to make a dart.
Elder Fahim stood in front of the laboratory door, stroking his white beard and looking at it with a smile. Beside him, Aneri Linge followed the oak staff with his eyes and couldn't help laughing:
"Grete's oak staff... is so lively..."
"Yes, it's really very energetic." Elder Fahim's mouth raised, then flattened, then raised again, then flattened:
"With such an oak staff, after he advances a few times, it will be effortless to transform him into a tree man. Look, he can actually hit people with tree roots!"
"I told you not to hit me!"
Gretel suddenly stopped, turned back into human form, and applied a set of defenses to himself. He pointed at the oak staff and said angrily:
"That's almost it! Just hit it twice to vent your anger. How many times do you need to hit me! Don't think I can't beat you!"
The oak staff jumped up and hit him. Several tree roots stretched out at the same time, supporting the ground, causing the oak staff to turn from straight to horizontal. The branches converged, and the whole turned into a spear, which was thrust forward with all its strength.
Gretel dodges left and right:
"Eh!"
"Eh!"
"Eh, still missed!"
"Ouch!"
On this side, Gretel turned to the left, turned to the right, jumped left, jumped right, to avoid the stabbing of the oak stick. On the other side, several roots of the oak stick were thrust forward with a flat end, and a root was accidentally lifted up.
Give Gretel a kick!
Fortunately, Grete's defense was fully charged, and the tree root swept his legs and hit the high mage's armor with a bang. He was hit and took a step to the left, suddenly turned into a black bear, and rushed over with a roar.
:
"Ouch!"
Relying on the strong defensive power of the bear form, he stood up against the branches and roots of the tree, raised his palms and slapped hard. He slapped the oak staff on the ground, leaned up, pressed the branches with his front paws, and then
The claws hold the roots of the tree:
"I told you to smoke! I told you to smoke!"
This kind of fight between the master and the staff is really rare to see. Aneri Linge covered her lips and laughed so hard that her branches were trembling. Serila had already laughed so much that she squatted down, hugged her belly, and wiped her tears again and again:
"Hahahahaha... Gretel! Work harder! Hit him!"
Even the elf spellcaster Dela Locia, who came to deliver the experimental animals and stopped by the elder for a meal, could not maintain his usual cold face, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.
Only Elder Fahim's focus was not on Gretel's fight with the oak staff. The old man's eyes lit up, and he licked his white beard with more force, almost tearing off a beard:
"Eeeeeeeeeee!"
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
"You see, I taught him the art of transfiguration before, and he couldn't learn it while maintaining his bear form and talking at the same time. Now he can learn it after a fight with an oak staff!"
"Yes!" Aneri Lin Ge laughed and sighed again. Seeing Grete's Didi Gugu quarreling with the oak staff, he shook his head and said:
"Would you like to strengthen that oak staff? If we fight him again, maybe he will learn to transform and cast spells?"
"No need for the time being." The elder smiled and shook his head. Gretel will not stay here for a short time, and there will be many opportunities to teach slowly. Apart from other things, he still has no clue about Jasmine's father's illness, and it must be cured.
Let’s go!
Gretel and the oak staff rolled around for a long time before they turned back into human form and returned to Elder Fahim with the oak staff in hand. After this beating, the oak staff finally behaved, retracted its branches and roots, and returned to its normal state.
Eyebrow stick shape.
Gretel held up the oak staff and frowned:
"Elder, I can't teach this guy well. Please give him some training..."
"Can't you teach him well? I think this kid is pretty good." Elder Fahim smiled and shook his head:
"On the other hand, you really don't have a master. You teach your own oak staff, why do you push it on others? - Didn't your teacher teach you? Legendary master, you shouldn't even understand this!"
"Well……"
Gretel was completely embarrassed to say that although my teacher was a legend, he was a teacher in the direction of magic. Elder Erwin, the nature priest, is currently at level nine, which is already lower than me. He could only bow his head honestly:
"I, when I was in the first level, I went to Nevis, which is the city of mages... Later, I learned a lot of things piecemeal, and I didn't follow the teacher all the time..."
That's okay. Elder Fahim sighed. This child is smart, but it's a pity that he didn't teach him well - even if he taught him well, it wouldn't be of much use. Human beings are not as close to nature as elves.
Now that Gretel is with him, he must learn the relevant lessons about elf cubs all over again!
"Since you use the oak staff as a protective weapon, you need to communicate with it more. What do you know, what do you know, and what did you learn today? Meditate with it and tell it everything!"
"But I don't know how to let it learn dialysis..." Grete frowned. He looked at Elder Fahim, his oak staff, and the ancient tree not far away:
"Elder, if it still doesn't work, can you let Gushu teach it?"
"You have to learn." Elder Fahim shook his head and did not answer, but pointed at the ancient tree:
"Go, communicate with it yourself, ask it what to do, and whether it can initiate communication between trees. - Of course, it is best for you to learn it yourself. When you go to other places in the future, you can teach other plants by yourself.
.Do you still want to carry the old tree with you?"
"Well……"
Grete held the oak staff, lowered his head, and came to the ancient tree step by step. He grabbed the oak staff with one hand and stood it on the ground, with the head of the staff leaning against the tree trunk. The other hand stretched out and placed the palm of his hand against the tree trunk.
On the ancient tree:
"Help me..."
He quietly sank into meditation, communicating with the ancient trees and the oak stick. The breeze blew through the forest, the ancient branches and leaves rustled, and the oak stick stood upright silently, with its roots deeply embedded in the soil.
, interconnected with ancient trees underground.
There is information quietly being exchanged between the ancient tree and the young oak tree. As for what they exchanged, Gretel was limited by level and could not fully analyze it yet. He grabbed the oak staff and kept recalling:
What are the normal components in the human body and blood... What metabolic components will be produced...
Which components should be filtered out by the kidneys? If the kidneys are damaged, or a large amount of poisons cannot be metabolized by the kidneys, they should be filtered out by an artificial dialysis machine...
Which ingredients are normal, but if there are too many, some need to be absorbed quickly...
A large amount of knowledge is constantly retrieved from memory, flowing in meditation, trying to pass it on to the ancient tree, and by the way, asking the ancient tree to pass it on to the oak staff.
As for this knowledge, whether the ancient tree can understand it, whether it can be remembered, whether it can be passed on, and whether the oak staff can master it, Grete, Grete has no idea at all, and basically resigns himself to the rhythm of fate...
One person, one tree, and one staff stood silently, as if Gretel himself had become a tree, standing in the forest and enduring the wind and rain. Elder Fahim stared at him from a distance and sighed longly:
"well……"
The child's qualifications are really good, but the education he received before was really not good. Forget it, if he works harder, just treat it as having an extra disciple and teach him slowly!
Grete meditated with the ancient tree for half a day before he opened his eyes and stood up. He left the oak stick under the shade of the ancient tree, allowing the two plants to hook up with each other, and came back to work:
"Elder, let's continue the experiment! This time, try to treat all tumors at the same time and see if dialysis can hold up!"
Two rabbits were caught.
A capybara was captured.
A squirrel was caught.
A deer was caught...
The ancient tree stretched out its branches and penetrated into the body of the animal undergoing treatment for cancer. Gretel mobilized his mental power to sweep the cancer cell-directed killing technique all over the animal's body from top to bottom;
The green branches of the ancient tree extend into the animal's blood vessels, trying to absorb the debris after the cells have disintegrated;
Grete and Elder Fahim were on one side, paying attention to the aura of the animals, trying their best to throw healing spells, and hanging the vital signs of the animals under test...
The first rabbit was thrilling;
The second rabbit's vital signs kept fluctuating up and down. After a round of dialysis and several treatments, he finally felt better;
Capybara... squirrel...
deer……
"It seems that this treatment plan is almost enough." After five or six consecutive beasts were treated alive, the elder breathed a sigh of relief and his face improved a lot:
"Now that I think about it, many elven warriors will develop symptoms similar to those of animals after entering or being close to the secret realm for a long time. Gretel, if you are sure, can you call them over for treatment?"
"Don't worry yet." Gretel was dizzy and his temples were twitching. After a day of high-intensity spell casting, he was weak even when he spoke:
"In the next stage, let's try it with Warcraft... Once it's cured, treat the unicorn. The unicorn will definitely be cured, and then treat someone else... Leveled Warcraft, and ordinary beasts, after treatment, it will be better
Will it be different?"
It's obviously different, and it's quite different.
For those low-level monsters of level one, two, three, and five, Gretel's mental power penetrated them and swept away the cancer cells in their bodies with ease, just like treating ordinary beasts;
However, when a majestic and heavy-footed tiger walked up to him and slowly lay down, Gretel felt bad:
"Elder! I can't cure it!"
"How to say?"
"My mental power can't penetrate into its body at all!" Gretel's whole body felt bad:
"It's too strong! How many levels is it?"
"According to your classification, it's probably level 16." Aneri Linge touched the tiger's head and combed its fur:
"It can't penetrate at all? If it can't penetrate, it can't be cured?"
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