Chapter 1341 Little Gretel is making trouble on the battlefield!
"I'm fine...cough cough cough...I'm fine."
It wasn't until the elves around him unsheathed their swords, strung their bows, and wavered magic light in their hands, that the laboratory was completely surrounded, that Gretel crawled out of it in disgrace.
At first glance, I saw Serila whose pointed ears expanded into a fan shape, the dragon scales on her cheeks shone brightly, and she had already taken a mouthful of dragon breath;
At the second glance, he saw Elder Fahim with a serious face and the magic formula in his hand that had just been released;
At the third glance, he saw the elves who were following him in the experiment. They looked like they were facing a powerful enemy and were ready to rush in and save him at any time...
"I'm fine... I'm just doing an experiment." Gretel sighed, spread his arms, and tried his best to show everyone that he was safe and healthy:
"It just exploded while doing an experiment. I put on the protection properly, and I'm fine at all... No problem! It's really no problem!"
Elder Fahim flipped the magic technique in his hand, and several rays of magic brushed through him from head to toe, and several rays of magic light rushed into the laboratory and circled, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.
He half-turned his body, turned his palms inward, and waved hard at the nervous elves:
"It's gone, it's gone! It's okay! It's just an experiment. Who wouldn't explode ten or eight times during an experiment?"
"I'm going to blow it up ten or eight times..."
The elves slowly dispersed. When they walked farther away, they whispered:
"Who said experiments would lead to explosions? Master Nordmark had never done any experiments before..."
"That's right, he used to do experiments by drawing blood, taking smears, and showing them under a microscope. They never exploded..."
"That's just a coincidence... Speaking of which, the Nordmark mage seems to be, as humans say, of the plasticity system. If the plasticity system is conducting experiments, it will explode in the first place. It would be abnormal not to explode, right?"
"Then... should we say that he has finally returned to the orthodox energy evocation mage? - Over at the Well of Eternity, that Mage Baierbo must be very happy..."
"Shhh... don't, they are blowing up ore. If we blow up rabbits every day, and they will explode into pieces of flesh and blood, can you bear it?"
Elder Fahim faced forward, his eyes were blank, his pointed ears trembled slightly, pretending not to hear anything;
The membrane on Serira's ears retracted little by little, and the dragon scales on her cheeks disappeared, revealing smooth and crystal clear skin;
Gretel, Gretel can only keep smiling...
What else to do?
Jump up and shout, "I have never exploded during experiments, this time it was an accident"?
Forget it, it’s better not to humiliate yourself...
If someone questions again, "Are you from the Plasticity Department? Isn't your teacher the Lord of Thunder?" At that time, even the teacher will be embarrassed...
Grete calmed down, returned to the laboratory, and rolled up his sleeves to work again.
Isn’t it the adaptive module of the healing technique? Isn’t it [thalassemia·modification]!
As long as they are separated by enough barriers and connected in series with appropriate structures, they can coexist with necromancy!
Let me change it again...change it again...change it again...Before casting the spell to verify, remember to hang up all the protective spells all over the body, and put a few more barriers in front...
boom!!!
In the constant repetition of "Boom", "Boom" and "Boom", Gretel finally stumbled and modified a version of the spell that could be used.
The speed of infusion was also carefully modified by him and adjusted to a suitable range:
Couldn't the previous blood-replenishing magic greatly speed up the production of blood cells and replenish the lost blood cells throughout the body within an hour to an hour and a half?
Then, the speed of fluid replenishment follows the same pace as the blood replenishment magic. Within an hour to an hour and a half, the lost fluid in the blood vessels will be replenished!
In this way, as many blood cells are produced as there are liquids that match the blood cells. In this way, the blood will not be too viscous, causing embolism, obstruction, etc...
——Of course, in the rescue of hemorrhagic shock in the previous life, the amount of fluid replacement was required to slightly exceed the amount of fluid lost. But in this world, there is a variable that must be taken into consideration:
Before rehydration, there must have been some treatment. Whether it is a broken blood vessel or a damaged internal organ, the place that should be healed can be forcibly healed, so that there will not be an infusion here and blood leakage there...
In addition, the problem of infusion placement has also been solved. The most critical difference between arteries and veins is blood oxygen. It just so happens that blood oxygen magic is a small magic and does not take up any space at all——
Grete brushed it up and wrote it into the spell. He also added human body outlines and a system for automatically finding blood vessels.
Even if it is a long-range one, as long as it is thrown on the wounded person, if the conditions are met, this spell will automatically inject liquid into the vein...
"By the way, there is also a spell-enhancing module... It is best if someone stands behind and throws a spell over, and the soldiers in front can automatically start replenishing fluids..."
For aortic bleeding, a thrilling scene of one to two thousand milliliters per minute, it is good to start rehydration a second earlier! Emergency rescue is all about racing against time!
The new version of the spell quickly passed the test on the rabbit. After the rabbit, came the domestic pig, and then the magic pig——
The elves were very dissatisfied. In the cafeteria of the Magic Academy, the soldiers who were waiting to eat the magic pork but did not get it were even more dissatisfied.
Grete was very convincing:
"Because domestic pigs and humans, oh, elves too, have similar weights, similar internal organ structures, and similar blood volumes. If the experiment with magic pigs can pass, then it should also be effective on high-level warriors..."
The primary magic pig, the intermediate magic pig, several rounds of animal experiments, the results are quite good. Gretel finally decided that this spell can be used clinically——
"When will there be a fight over the Great Rift? When will we prepare for war? When will you call me!"
He did not wait too long. On the third day, Gretel packed up his things and went to the rear of the battlefield with Cerela and Idian.
He squatted on the ancient tree, concentrated his energy, and tried his best to cast spells on the injured warrior:
Hang them up! Hang them up! Hang them all up! On the battlefield, if you can start rescue a second earlier, you might be able to save a life!
On the same ancient tree, on the same row of ancient trees, elves would glance over curiously from time to time.
After Gretel threw the twentieth set of spells, a figure finally hung upside down from the nearby leaves, with its head swinging right in front of Gretel:
"Hey, friend! Why don't you combine your two spells into one? Isn't it tiring to fire two spells at a time?"
Gretel was stunned as if struck by lightning.
...Yes, why don’t I combine it into one? These two spells are already matching!
He quickly took out two scrolls, thrust them into the opponent's hands, and said hastily, "Help me continue the test."
Ignoring the other party's "Hey, hey, hey", he withdrew a few tree branches, reached the back of the ancient tree, summoned the floating saucer, and spread out the pen and paper:
Put them together!
Put it all together!
Taken together, it is the most powerful battlefield blood-replenishing magic!
He buried his head in calculations, writing as fast as he could, completely forgetting himself for a moment. Therefore, he became even less aware that the atmosphere on the battlefield was gradually becoming more solemn and depressing, as if there was a huge force condensing above his head;
I can't feel that on the battle line, in the big rift, countless enemies raised their heads and looked towards the sky...