Chapter 1135 Gretel: What, I’m not allowed to treat a patient?!
"Yes, their god is dying." Under the shade of the ancient tree, Elder Fahim made a cup of leaf water and pushed it towards Archmage Baierbo.
The old man half-squinted his eyes and cast his gaze into the distance, as if he was lost in memories: "You should also feel it, right? - That decaying, rotten smell... Step by step towards death, struggling desperately, but unable to do anything, even at the expense of
Doing something that digs your own foundation also extends your life a little bit?" Archmage Baierbo nodded in horror.
A few years ago, when dealing with the Year without Summer, he followed his teacher to kill the demigod and sensed that aura from a long distance.
Like a patient on the verge of death, like a putrid quagmire. That kind of unwillingness, that kind of greed, the kind that would rather overdraw the vitality of oneself and others than hang on
The feeling of "living" on the edge of the cliff... Even if he passed the edge a little far and felt that little bit, he felt sick for a long time.
——To be honest, the smell of the undead creatures in Black Crow Swamp is cleaner than theirs! But... when he came with the teacher, he was wrapped in the breath of the legendary mages, and quietly crossed over the forest, still far away from this outpost.
Very far away.
Elder Fahim could actually recognize his aura... The legendary master, is he so strong?
"Then...how strong is the opponent? Is Little Gretel in danger?" He suppressed his emotions deep in his heart, leaned forward, and asked worriedly.
He also admired little Grete's ability to get into trouble: when he was less than level five, he could provoke the young silver dragon; just after level nine, he dared to fight head-on with the plague girl in the New World; it was easy to reach level ten, look,
The Eagle God and the Snake God are waiting for him... That is what he, a near-legendary magician, can challenge head-on!
Well, now, a child who is only at level 12 has gone to the territory of that dying god... or demigod... or at least a legend...
Archmage Baierbo was very suspicious of Gretel's ability to cause trouble. When he rushed over, he saw Gretel fleeing for his life while being devoured by the god...
"The other party is quite strong." Elder Fahim sat still and glanced at Archmage Baierbo with a smile: "Do you remember the demigod you killed last time? He was its subordinate god... Although
The relationship between the subordinate gods and the main god here is relatively loose, but you can probably imagine how powerful the main god is."
"As for the danger, you can rest assured. Idian is with him, as well as Losia, a half-step legendary warrior, a high-level spellcaster, and the little silver dragon. As long as little Gray is special,
He should be able to save himself from jumping around."
"... Could you please show me the way? I'd better go see him!" Archmage Baierbo was anxious.
Not jumping around? Will little Gretel not be jumping around? No matter where he goes, if there is no trouble, he can jump around and cause trouble!
been known as
Gretel, who "jumps around and causes trouble even when there is no trouble", would definitely scream that he was wronged if he heard his senior brother's comments.
Where did he jump around? When did he jump around? When didn't he have to take action when he saw someone injured, sick, sick in large areas, and begging in pain?
As for what happened next... what happened next was not what he wanted to be like... Besides, didn't he find strong foreign aid every time and get it done every time?
Like the eagle god, snake god, etc., he did not rush forward rashly, but called the parliament for reinforcements in time, and everyone made a fortune together!
Of course, he didn't hear his senior brother's complaints now, so he didn't complain. He followed Idian, riding the phantom horse, and traveled easily on the mountain road.
The higher you go up, the more rugged the mountain road becomes. Thin velvet-like grass is spread among the rugged rocks, and scattered flowers can sometimes be seen blooming.
Blue, purple, green, deep colors, reminding how strong the ultraviolet rays here are. From a distance, the antelope with four slender hooves glanced at them, jumped up a few times, and went to eat on a higher cliff.
Grass.
Grete muttered in a low voice: "Why are they running away...I won't eat them..."
"It means that your aura is not sufficiently restrained, or your affinity with nature is not enough." Idian, who was walking in front, gave him a stern look: "When the nature walkers walked past, they should not have disturbed them.
"
"Okay, it's my fault again." Gretel shrugged. He looked back at the bottom of the mountain on the back of the Phantom Horse. It was extremely flat and endless green, spreading to the horizon.
In the green forest, a long, somewhat dirty river twists and turns into the distance.
There are no cliffs, cliffs, canyons, or waterfalls... everything is flat as far as the eye can see. While trekking in the forest, you can still occasionally see the terrain differences, which are completely hidden under the dense canopy of trees.
"This rainforest is so beautiful." Grete admired sincerely. Ahead, Idian urged: "Don't be in a daze, hurry up! It's getting dark soon, and we have to get to a place where we can stay before it gets dark!"
"Ah... can't you live everywhere here..." Gretel cooed, urging the phantom pony to catch up.
The horse condensed by magic has four hooves with smoke, and it is treading on the rugged mountain road as if it were on flat ground. Gretel does not even need to lean forward and backward, as long as he sits quietly on the horse, he can be lifted up by the phantom horse.
The barbarian suffered a little more. He hugged Appa's neck tightly, and his whole body was almost pressed against the Silver Moon Deer's back. After successfully advancing, Appa's entire body became smaller, with only Grete on his back.
Shoulders so high.
A pair of huge wide horns have also been temporarily retracted to facilitate traveling in the forest and mountain roads. However, the Silver Moon Deer is an entity after all, unlike the Phantom Pony, which is half virtual and half real. You must step on it step by step.
On the stone.
Bernard leaned forward and backward, almost sliding down several times, and could only hold the horse's neck tightly.
"Iudian, how far is it to the camp?" Gretel looked left and right on the back of the phantom colt. Along the way, there were no traces of repaired roads, nor houses, bridges, walls, or fields.
In short, there are no signs of human existence.
If you just want to find a place to live, then you can open a mage cabin anywhere...
"We're almost there." Idian looked up, gestured left and right, and gave a definite answer: "Don't worry, there is a village up there, you will be interested. Besides, living in a cave is better than living in a mage's cabin.
, much more comfortable." As a mage, Gretel really couldn't agree.
But the legendary warrior said this. Out of curiosity, he also wanted to see what the local indigenous residences looked like.
Along the way, he had already seen the reed-woven houseboats, which were made of wood and looked like normal houses, wooden stilt houses, and beds made of smooth wooden platforms... On such a high mountain, the local indigenous people
Maybe the village looks different from others?
After climbing a mountain and crossing a mountain ridge, Gretel finally saw a row of caves from a distance. They were arranged in a dotted pattern on a high rock mountain, from top to bottom.
Some were tall and some were short, some were deep and some were shallow. A rough sweep revealed that there were at least twenty or thirty of them. From a distance, they looked a bit like the Turkish cave monastery he had seen in photos in his previous life.
"Will there still be gods worshiped here?" Grete used a communication technique and quietly sent the words to Idian's ears.
Udian looked back at him in surprise: "Your senses are quite sensitive. - That's right, follow me when the time comes and don't run around. If you violate their taboo, we may not be unable to defeat you, but it will be very difficult."
Trouble!" They meandered to the foot of the mountain.
Idian put his hands to his mouth and shouted a few times in the distance. After a while, several heads emerged from the cave in the rock mountain. They looked down and jumped down: Those were flexible little people with faces.
Dark, curly hair.
Carrying spears on their backs and carrying bows and arrows, they jumped up and down and landed in front of Idian. The leader, a man in a colorful feather cloak, put his hand on his chest and saluted deeply: "Dear Lin Xing, welcome to you.
Arrive. Are these your companions? What do you need from afar?"
"We only need to stay here for one night." Udian nodded to them friendly. He turned around and called Grete and others, pointing them one by one: "One, two, three, four, five, five people, one deer, please.
Arrange a cave for us to stay for one night." This request was quickly fulfilled.
The indigenous man blew the wooden whistle a few times, and the crowd dispersed, everyone went back to their places. Gretel followed them, climbing up little by little along the narrow road cut out of the sandstone, and looking at the caves: they were huge.
Some of the entrances to the cave were no higher than his shoulders, and the inside was narrow and deep, dark, and filled with weak flames.
A woman in ragged clothes and three or five children poked their heads inside, and occasionally the sound of a baby crying could be heard.
The smell in the cave is overwhelming. The smell of human sweat, the smell of animal excrement, the smell of rotting and fermenting food... I'm going to stay here tonight?
No, I would rather live in the mage's hut! Fortunately, he was not arranged to enter these caves, but was guided all the way up to an extremely large cave.
The entrance to the cave was three people tall, wide, and surrounded by a circle of flat stones.
It looked like it was used by the entire tribe for meetings or dinners - the dusk light shone into the inner wall of the cave.
Grete glanced at it and took a breath: the entire cave, from the three walls to the ceiling, was covered with magnificent paintings.
Using ocher, malachite, and various pigments that Gretel did not recognize, he painted breathtaking pictures: a sky full of stars, from the new moon to the full moon to the waning moon, running across the east and west, with the sun radiating heat in it; humans holding spears
, opened their bows and arrows, waved wooden sticks and throwing belts, chasing various huge beasts; frogs croaked in the grass, golden eagles spread their wings and flew by, and vultures pecked at the corpses; each huge palm, alien
A strange human-like shape... Inside the cave, a shriveled old man walked slowly over with his body hunched over and smelling of medicine.
Gretel glanced over and couldn't help but step forward quickly: "Old man, you--" Such a skinny figure!
These protruding ribs! This huge belly that is completely out of proportion to the whole person! Is it intestinal obstruction, ascites, or other symptoms?
Before he could finish speaking, he was grabbed by Idian. The elf warrior's voice was thin and urgent, "Don't treat him!" Gretel:...What?
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