Chapter 135 Gretel, please change your team (10,000)
The young girl's shrill screams pierced the night. The healers were woken up one after another. Some of those who had fallen asleep didn't even have time to put on their clothes and ran out of the tent barefoot:
"What's wrong? What's wrong?!"
"Corpse—corpse!"
Priestess closed her eyes and screamed. As a healer and having been on the battlefield, she would not have made a fuss when seeing a corpse. However, the scene in front of her was so shocking that she was completely unprepared——
Priest Hilde, the young genius she had always admired and had been pursuing for a long time, was half lying on a corpse. The light from the illumination technique shone from the side, making his handsome face half yin and half yang, a little distorted.
As if it wasn't scary enough, he put his hands together and pressed on the body, moving his body up and down, up and down...
Not to mention that there were two people lying on the corpse next to it. One was holding the chest of the corpse, in the same posture as Priest Hilde, with his body up and down; the other was even more terrifying, kneeling on the head of the corpse, almost facing the corpse.
With a face...
Double the visual effects, double the scares.
Gretel looked at Priest Hilde, raised his chin, and signaled, "You can take care of whatever comes to you." Priest Hilde gave him a wry smile, stood up on the ground, and tried to reassure him:
"Caroline, you-"
"Don't come over here!"
The penetrating power of the scream was too powerful. In the priest area, people started to wake up one after another:
"What's the matter? What's the matter? Corpse? Dead person?!"
A group of priests ran over with a bang and looked around. At about the same moment, there was a loud explosion in the mage camp next door. A tent was torn apart in the explosion, and the fragments were still flying in the air, and then burned with a loud bang.
got up. An old accented voice from under the tent screamed angrily:
"Who! Who screamed in the middle of the night! My hand shook and all the potions exploded!"
Well……
Gretel was sweating profusely. The decibel level of the scream just now was a little too high, no wonder the alchemist's hands were shaking. But sir, what kind of medicine did you make, nitroglycerin?
However, the chain reaction did not end there. As soon as the mage camp exploded, screams could be heard one after another in the surrounding military camps:
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
The soldiers rushed out of the tent in panic. Screams, screams, pushing and shouting soon became a mass.
Being disturbed by the movement on Gretel's side, the nobles who were about to come over to take a look turned around urgently, raised their swords and rushed towards the rebellious camp on the other side.
Gretel stretched his head and looked at the messy military camp, but did not dare to go out. He had never experienced this kind of situation, but he had seen it in books——
Isn't it Yingxiao?
Soldiers fight for days and are under great mental pressure. When they are asleep at night, if someone has a nightmare and screams, or there is some movement nearby, they will inexplicably start screaming and running around, or even hacking each other. This is called
The "Ying Xiao" incident has always been one of the most troublesome accidents for generals.
Not to mention, the noise of the explosion just now was really loud.
It's over, it's over, if I was the one who caused this, then my sin would be huge...
The military camp was chaotic for a while before it calmed down. Led by Count Norman, a group of viscounts, barons, high-level spellcasters, and an angry old alchemist gathered in front of Grete's tent with dark faces.
"...So, just for this trivial matter?" Earl Norman didn't even look down upon his grandson:
"Why did you bring the corpse in? Okay, what are you doing with this thing? When Caroline came in, you were still lying on the corpse! - You are such an adult, can you make some progress! You..."
The tone was stern and eloquent. Priest Hilde also knew that he had caused trouble. When the count first began to lecture, he stood up straight with his head lowered, looking deeply repentant. As he listened, he began to shake.
He moved his body and toes here and there, his fingers knotted around his back, and finally he couldn't help but refute:
"To learn healing techniques!"
"Nonsense! Healing techniques treat living people, why do you need corpses? Who taught you this!"
Grete's heart thumped. Earl Norman's old eyes were looking at him, his eyes were calm and unruffled. Grete suddenly realized, Earl Norman meant that he wanted me to take the blame for his grandson?
In fact, why bother. I taught you the method of cardiopulmonary resuscitation and practiced it with corpses. I also gave the instructions in the end, which is equivalent to my acquiescence. This responsibility should be shouldered by me in the first place, so why bother and go around in such a big circle.
Gretel raised his head and was about to speak. Priest Hilde blurted out a sentence. When he heard Grandpa's answer, his face turned pale quickly. He quickly shook his head at Gretel. Then he raised his chin and protested:
"It's all about learning healing techniques! I brought the corpse in, and I'm responsible for it!"
"I requested the body." At this time, Gretel could no longer stand back and let others bear the responsibility. He took a step forward calmly, ignoring Priest Hilde's wave of hands, coughing, winking, and raising his head.
Looking into Earl Norman's eyes, his voice was clear:
"These corpses are used to practice cardiopulmonary resuscitation. After a person's heart temporarily stops beating, if he is not completely dead, there is a certain chance that he can be rescued by cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
This method is very useful, but it requires a lot of practice to master. If there are no patients for the time being, I will let them practice on corpses. I am sorry for such an accident, and I am willing to take responsibility."
"you?"
Earl Norman frowned slightly. He glanced around. The nobles who had been tortured in the middle of the night had gloomy faces, the old alchemist had an angry face, and the high priest of the Spring Water Temple had a cold face. Elder Heath, on the other hand, looked at Gretel's eyes.
Concerned and warm, quite protective.
It was an accident anyway, just handle it casually and let everyone vent their anger. Earl Norman thought like this and cleared his throat:
"Since you are willing to take responsibility, you..."
Before we even got to the main topic, a strange voice suddenly sounded from the crowd of onlookers:
"What's wrong with practicing with corpses? What a fuss! Hypocrisy! This little thing scares me to death, and I still yell nonsense and hurt others!
——Little Gretel, if you are unhappy, come to us. There are plenty of corpses in Black Crow Swamp for you to play with! Ignore those priests!"
The Necromancer stood out proudly, tilting his skinny face and looking around. Gretel smiled bitterly: "Master Lin En..."
Earl Norman's face darkened. Not far away, the high priest of the Spring Water Temple in the county, who was also the commander-in-chief of all the healers this time, cleared his throat with a sullen face:
"you--"
"Little Gretel, please change the camp first." Elder Heath spoke cheerfully before the high priest:
"Tomorrow a team will set off north to Grim Bay. Follow them and see if there's anything you can do to help."
This is tantamount to being sent to the side of the army.
You can't just stay in the main camp to get good food and drink, treat two patients if you have them, you have to march quickly with the team, and you may have to face a battle.
The atmosphere at the scene immediately relaxed, and both the old alchemist and the dark-faced nobles relaxed their expressions. Only Lin En raised his eyebrows: "But -"
"Thank you, elder. I will go tomorrow."
Gretel bowed slightly. Hilde looked at him with guilt on his face. Master Linn had already passed through the crowd and grabbed Gretel's arm:
"It's obviously not your fault, but you have to bear the responsibility! - Let's go to my place! I'll pick you something to protect yourself!"