Chapter 1200 Lord of Plague, you don’t even recognize a fly?
Gretel actually asked for gold foil, vacuum chambers, observation instruments, etc. for Archmage Baierbo.
Senior brother is at the critical point of advancing to legend, and cannot miss a step. In order to accompany him, I have to delay half a year of research. This is too painful——
Therefore, Grete pretended to be a public servant and added these experimental instruments related to observing atomic nuclei to the list. The left and right are not very expensive, such as gold foil and so on. The senior brother has just made a fortune, and there is a lot of gold...
As for himself, all he wanted was flies, flies, flies and flies. Led by Idian and Ash Moonsong, a dozen elves ran in the surrounding forest for seven or eight days before they shakily picked one.
Pile the load and bring back thousands of bottles:
"Well, Gretel, this is the fly you want..."
Oh my god, things like flies are really disgusting! Either in the garbage dump, in the toilet, or next to the dead animals, or biting and bleeding injured live animals...
Elves, as long as there is no elf, there is no one who doesn’t like to be clean!
In order to find all these flies, they pinched their noses and walked wherever they were dirty or smelly, but they would die!
If it weren't for the elves living nearby, or for himself, or for his friends, or for him to be an acquaintance or a familiar monster, who had received Gretel's treatment, who would be willing to suffer such a heavy punishment!
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Grete also had an earthy complexion.
Each of these thousand bottles had a pile of rot, rotten meat, feces, etc. underneath each bottle, and there were hundreds of flies buzzing inside.
In order to maintain ventilation, the bottle mouth cannot be sealed and can only be covered with a layer of gauze. The smell in a thousand bottles leaks through the gauze, and the effect is...
Gretel cast a bubble spell on himself with his backhand.
Looking at the elves, all of them are wearing bubble spells and cleansing spells to protect their bodies, but they still look miserable. Everyone looks like they have been ravaged a hundred times.
Grete forced out a smile, nodded gratefully to them, and then looked at the bottles. This careful look made him feel even more dizzy:
Big ones, small ones, gray ones, black ones, green ones. Red-eyed ones, black-eyed ones, brown-eyed ones. At a glance, there are at least twenty or thirty kinds...
"Um..." he asked weakly: "Have you separated these flies one by one?"
"Do we still want to separate?"
"Different species? Who cares what species of flies there are!"
"That's right, who would study flies? Such smelly, dirty things!"
"Thousands of bottles of flies! How do you divide them, open them all, and then guide them into groups? Say to them, 'You guys should discuss with each other, and the same kind will fly together'?"
"Who is going to communicate with flies? I don't want to... just thinking about it makes me feel so dirty and smelly... vomit..."
Grete:T_T
"Okay, don't bully little Gretel, look at him almost crying..."
At the critical moment, Ashe Yuege stood up, waving his arms, and sent away his companions who were transporting flies. Then, he turned to Gretel and let out a long sigh:
"Forget it, just tell me how to group them into groups, and I will find a way to help you..."
"Don't help him."
A deep voice suddenly sounded at the entrance of the laboratory—or the experimental area.
Archmage Baierbo strode over. As expected, he also wore a bubble spell to cover his head and a cleaning spell to protect his body. He glanced at the fly bottle at the door and frowned, looking very dissatisfied:
"You don't even know a fly anymore?"
"Ah?" Why should I know...
"Plague..." Archmage Baierbo wanted to complain about "Lord of Plague". He glanced at Ashe Yuesong, and then thought that he was a magician of the plasticity system after all, so he reluctantly endured this title:
"Didn't you snatch part of the Plague Girl's inheritance? There's nothing about flies in it? Use your brain and think about it! Make some adjustments! Don't wait for others to do everything for you!"
Grete:T_T
If possible, I really don't want to mobilize those inheritances...it's dirty and smelly, just in my mind...larvae are swarming, flies are flying everywhere, spreading diseases and so on...
He let out a long sigh, sat down with his oak staff in his arms, and began to meditate. The little snake poked its head out from the oak staff, its tail wrapped around the staff, and its long snake body leaned forward, placing its head between Gretel's eyebrows.
:
Hey, when I swallowed the inheritance of the plague girl, I swallowed a big portion! The biggest portion!
Gretel meditated seriously. In his memory, the dirty black veil was flying, and the dementor-like figure... flies were its skirt, mosquitoes were its streamers, and miasma was its makeup...
All kinds of flies follow it, constantly flying, constantly breeding, constantly updating and iterating, constantly...
Various diseases are spread.
How did the Plague Maiden select them? Command them? Strengthen them? How to accelerate their reproduction and make them carry various germs... No, the last one, you don't need to learn it for the time being...
Grete silently sorted through his memories. Some of the memories passed down from the Plague Girl were very useful, some were not so useful, and some of the ideas were very different from his own.
However, no matter what, these knowledge, methods and techniques can still help a lot...
"The bottle can be opened." He whispered softly as if dreaming, and raised the oak staff. Archmage Baierbo and Ash Moonsong looked at each other, and each stretched out his hands helplessly.
The grass blades rustled and the wind blew, lifting the gauze on the bottle mouth one by one, letting the flies inside rise into the sky. Then, a small group of gray-green breath gently covered the large number of glass bottles.
"Come on, be obedient... line up your lines according to your species... and go into different bottles... As for your larvae, we'll talk about it after they hatch..."
Gretel ordered softly. In terms of nature, the power inherited from the plague girl, or stolen from her, is at a higher level than the level 12 nature priest's ability to communicate with animals, and the effect is immediate——
And those flies, according to Gretel's order, split into black clouds one after another, dispersed and dropped into different glass bottles.
Grete breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each one one by one. Size, body color, shape, pattern...
"This is not...this is not...this is not...this is not..."
"What exactly do you want fly?"
Ash Moonsong stood far away, full of doubts. Gretel turned his head and gave her a smile that was uglier than crying:
I heard the biology student next door complain that there are more than 10,000 known species of flies in the world, and there are more than 1,600 species recorded in China. So...
How did senior scientists accurately identify fruit flies from among these numerous fly species?
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