The next morning, Gretel joined the task force and headed north at full speed.
He left all his tents, supplies, and medical equipment with Elder Heath. He only carried a large backpack for convenience on the road. In addition to food, drinking water, alum for clearing water, etc., the backpack was full and stuffed.
I got a big package of gauze bandages and medicine.
In addition, Grete also had a small bag tightly hidden around his waist. The bag was divided into compartments, containing his rations as a healer:
Ten bottles of potion to cure minor injuries, five bottles of potion to cure moderate injuries, two bottles of potion to cure serious injuries, two bottles of antidote, and the two bottles of energy potion that Elder Hiss promised him.
Gray was particularly creative and stuffed a lot of things into his bag:
Ten tubes of oxygen, each tube is only the size of a little finger, plug the mouth of the bottle with a cork, and then seal it tightly with fire paint. Ten small test tubes, each containing 1/5 of the test tube of potassium permanganate. With these things,
It was equivalent to carrying 20 powerful spells. Gretel touched his pocket and felt very at ease.
Naturally, you must bring the mana pearls given by Master Lorenz, the wooden heart given by Elder Hiss, the talisman given by the bald bishop that can activate the shield once a day, and a bunch of various magic props.
Master Linn gave him the most, seven or eight large and small items, some for attack and some for protection. If Gretel hadn't stopped him, the Necromancer could have given him all his wealth.
Gretel was facing a formidable enemy, so he was not overly nervous. The task force he joined was only 21 people - originally rated at 20 people. Gretel also brought his followers, and the number increased by one - two level 5, three level
There are four level 4 players and five level 3 players. Gretel’s strength is directly at the bottom of this team.
If the original healer hadn't been seriously injured, he wouldn't have been qualified to be stuffed in.
...Of course, Gretel's follower, Bernard the Barbarian, has a warrior level as high as level seven. The average of the two of them is level four. Whether it can be averaged like this is another matter.
Even so, Gretel's cautious and well-prepared look made everyone want to laugh. The level 5 knight leading the team, Archer Barnes, rode over and rubbed his hair directly:
"Bringing so many things, huh? Little pastor, are you afraid that we will starve you, or are you afraid that we will freeze you?"
"...These are for treatment." Grete avoided his hand with a dark face:
"You have the ability. Don't get hurt from beginning to end. You don't need my help."
"Did you hear that, brothers!" Barnes laughed: "Our little pastor said, let us not get hurt from the beginning to the end, otherwise he will not be able to control it!"
"okay!"
"I promise you won't need his help!"
"Little pastor, just take care of yourself!"
Heroic laughter rang out one after another. Gretel wanted to yell a few more words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth was full of cold wind, so he had to tighten his hood tightly.
They galloped along the west bank of the river, all the way north. Gretel's riding skills are still very average, and he can't ride with the barbarians - the barbarians are too heavy - so he can only concentrate on riding. Until
When he was camping at night, he listened to his companions chatting with his ears, and then he knew where his destination was:
The task of the group of people is to go down the river and go straight to the mouth of the Dove River to see if there is a fleet of the Church of the Lord of Glory. If there is one, try to intercept it. If it cannot be intercepted, report to the main camp. And the Lord
The front line of the battalion will cross the Dove River and point directly at the county seat of Midland County.
There are two large cities in Midland County. One is the county town, located on the east bank of the Dove River, across the river from the Norman Earl's coalition forces; the other is Port Massa located in Burton Bay. The water is deep and the waves are flat, making it a natural
A good port. The Earl of Norman had previously judged that the fleet of the Church of the Lord of Glory would most likely land at the Port of Massa.
"I guess by the time we get back, the battle here will be over!" Knight Barnes hugged his knees and laughed. The magician beside him pulled up his hood and chuckled:
"Anyway, there are a lot of people over there, so there are not many of us behind. The camp is noisy all day long, so why not go out for a walk."
Uh... As the culprit who made the biggest noise yesterday, Gretel felt a little guilty. A gust of cold wind blew, and he also imitated the magician and pulled up his hood, half-covering his face:
"How long do we have to go?"
"At least two days, we still have to climb the mountain! - Little pastor, can you do it?"
They sat by the fire and chatted. Several second-level warriors - mostly knights' attendants, and one was a magician's attendant - were busy fetching water, grilling meat, and baking bread on the campfire. Next to the captain, Knight Barnes
, another level 5 shield warrior stirred the fire and joked softly:
"It doesn't matter if it's okay or not! Anyway, there are followers here, so what are you afraid of?"
"You can do it, I can do it!" Gretel tried his best to answer, thinking about the blessings of magic and magic. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Aren't we walking along the river? Why do we have to climb the mountain?"
"This river is very weird." Captain Barnes picked up a piece of firewood, stamped out the sparks, and scratched it on the ground to show Gretel:
"From the mouth of the river, there are dozens of miles of cliffs, and only after passing there is flat land to reach the shore. It is most convenient to climb a mountain and look down - it is also the best to do it with your hands. From a high position, we can only hit people, but they can't hit us!
"
"The question is, can it be fought?" Grete wondered. He turned to look at the river not far away: the Dove River is already very wide here, with the river surface reaching hundreds of meters, and the ships anchored on the other side carry hundreds of ships.
People are not a problem. If we go further downstream, how big will the boat be?
"We can definitely win!" Captain Barnes laughed and pointed to the other side:
"Young priest, you are not a local, are you? - This boat can only go as far as the Somme Port. Although the river below is not narrow, it is full of rocks at the bottom, making it impossible for a big boat to pass. We just want to see if there are any
There is no small team, if there is one, just kill them easily!"
It seemed that the chance of fighting was not very high. Gretel thought about the terrain and felt relieved. He looked up at the full moon in the sky for a while, finished his routine meditation, and fell asleep around the fire. He got up early the next day,
After driving for a long time, we finally reached the cliff at the mouth of the river in the evening.
The group of people abandoned their horses and climbed the mountain. Captain Barnes tied the horses, jumped up, and ran up the hillside that was at least 30 degrees. The level 4 mage lowered his head and chanted a few words, and a breeze surrounded him, and his limbs suddenly
Light and strong, he jumped up and down, almost catching up with the archer in front of him.
The other warriors also competed for the lead, racing one by one on the hillside with no existing roads, running like a 100-meter sprint.
Grete was left alone at the end. He looked up and said: "..."
He can climb up even if he climbs, but with his ability, he can probably only use his hands and feet to climb up step by step, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, his waist suddenly tightened, his body became light, and the ground beneath his feet shuddered backwards. However, he was picked up by the barbarian Bernard and ran away. The level 7 warrior rushed up with all his strength, as fast as a galloping horse. In a moment, he was
He passed the front of the team. He climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down. Grete took a breath:
Who said big boats can't go here?
——The river between the canyons is densely packed with sails and masts. At a glance, there are more than dozens of masts. At the top of each mast, the same flag is flying high: an arm raised high, holding a fist.
With dazzling golden thunder, ready to strike down at any time.
Under the setting sun, those golden thunders seemed to bombard the earth anytime and anywhere.
"Lord of Glory!"
Beside him, Knight Barnes was gnashing his teeth and cracking his knuckles.