It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1434 Cerela, is this your partner? He is so small! (Additional update 7 by leader Yanjiu)
Chapter 1434 Cerela, is this your partner? He is so small! (Additional update 7 by leader Yanjiu)
A long roar shook the mountains. Acquainted
Grete suddenly raised his head and looked up. At the same time, the crown of the oak stick quickly opened, the branches stretched, and the leaves grew as fast as popping up, layer upon layer, intertwined with each other——
As soon as Gretel raised his head, he saw a large green umbrella spread out in his field of vision, gradually becoming more dense, covering the sky. The ends of the umbrella were all bent downwards, as if they were trying to wrap him up.
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...Ashu, you are blocking my view...
Before a thought could be finished, a black and white brilliance flashed across the field of vision. A small snake appeared outside the tree canopy, coiling around the entire tree in the form of a giant python.
Wrap around the tree trunk, pause, suddenly disappear, reappear, disappear again, shrink in a circle, coil around the tree trunk, disappear again...
What is that on top!
Little snake, what are you doing like this in front of a powerful enemy? Is that thing rushing up from the crater your natural enemy? You know it?
While Gretel was thinking about it, he stepped out of the tree canopy and reached out to push aside the drooping branches.
Standing outside, the trunk of the maple Servilia was already close at hand, and the bright red crown spread high, hanging over his head like a red flag.
This...Sister Servilia, you don't have to worry about me so much...The volcano over there is still far away from us. You don't have to put on a show and want to drag me away at any time...
The face of the native warrior who rushed over had changed. He waved his spear and screamed at Gretel, and even [Proficient in Language] had no time to translate——
By the way, how far have the magicians of the Council traveled and how many languages have they collected? With [Language Proficiency], this spell can even translate the words spoken by a group of natives on such a remote island?
In short, the native warrior was extremely excited and spoke very fast. Gretel relied on [Language Proficient]'s stumbling translation and guesswork to finally understand something:
This island and this mountain are under the protection of the gods. The mountain is a sacred mountain. The entire northern slope and the mountainside above the south are the territory of the gods. No one is allowed to go up the mountain except with the permission of the gods themselves.
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You can go up the mountain in the rainy season every year, but in the dry season, only the great shamans who specialize in serving the gods and offering sacrifices to the gods, and the warriors who patrol and guard the mountains can go up the mountain;
Now outsiders have gone up the mountain! Outsiders have gone up the mountain! The gods on the mountain have been angered, and the gods have punished them! Look, they are starting to spit fire...
Gretel didn't feel much nervousness. Even though there were roars from the volcano crater, he didn't feel any pressure. As for the volcano erupting, ha, erupting?
The intensity of this eruption is not big at all. Besides, even if it is a big eruption, he still has time to escape at this distance...
While I was thinking about it, the crown of the maple tree trembled and slowly shrank. From being twice as big as the oak tree in diameter, to only half the size, to the same size, the trunk slowly lowered and shrank back to its original shape;
The oak tree shrank together and returned to the form of an oak staff. It stretched out a branch and put it on Gretel's shoulder. The oak staff then shrank upwards, swung back and forth, shrank back to the size of a pencil, and slid into Gretel's chest pocket.
The wind was blowing fiercely at the bottom of the mountain. Idian stepped on the treetops and shot up like a sharp arrow. A little further away, Cerela jumped into the air, spread her wings, and flew over quickly.
"I'm fine!"
Gretel couldn't help laughing, stood on tiptoes, and waved to the bottom of the mountain. Servilia branched out a branch, supported him, and raised it high. After waving her hand twice, she suddenly paused and turned her head upward:
Whether it's Idian or Cerela, their attention is on him, but not all on him. The top of the mountain, the top of the mountain...
What is that on the top of the mountain?
What is that shadowy figure among the billowing smoke, the spurting flames, and the magma that is burning and igniting vegetation?
I didn't feel anything just now, but now it's getting worse and worse... It seems like there's something really big...
"Gretel, you go down first!" Idian passed by him like the wind, put down these words, and continued to rush up. With his words, the maple trees rose from the ground, and they carried him down the mountain.
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The entire tree trunk turned sideways and shrunk into a small boat two or three meters long, just enough to carry Gretel alone. The two sides of the tree crown spread out and turned into three pairs of green wings.
One pair is extremely large and wide, holding the air flow steadily and pushing the boat down. The other two pairs are narrow and flexible, flapping rapidly to speed up the boat.
Before Grete could react, the wind roared around him, and he had already passed two waterfalls from a slightly higher position on the mountainside, and floated directly to Cerela who was rushing up.
"Cerella, what's up there?"
Gretel was lying on the side of the ship and yelling. Above his head, Cerela showed her original form and flapped her wings vigorously. She passed by him and glanced down at him:
"I don't know! It feels very familiar! Wait for me to take a look!"
"I'll go with you!"
Grete struggled to fly up. Before he could leave the side of the ship, a branch wrapped around his waist and dragged him down. Servilia's complaining voice came:
"Don't move! It's very tiring to protect you! It's smoke and fire, I don't want to stay in that kind of place! Let's go to the sea and wait for their results!"
"Are you afraid of that thing?"
"Not afraid! But annoying!"
Maple tree answered confidently. Gretel couldn't help laughing:
Everything has its nemesis. For ancient trees that are rooted in one place and cannot be moved until they are at a high level, and it is not very convenient to move at a high level, flowing magma is probably the most annoying thing...
Okay, okay, since everyone is worried about him, as the weakest and least capable one in the team, he'd better be honest. Gretel thought like this, relaxed his body and sat on the boat, turned around and waved to Cerela
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After waving twice, there was a sudden loud bang on the top of the mountain behind him. Gretel's eyes immediately froze:
What is that thing that spewed out of the crater?!
Not like flames!
Not like black smoke!
Not even like rocks!
Such a big lump, with smoke, fire, dripping magma, rises high, and then rushes all the way down!
Wherever the magma drips, a flame will ignite. Wherever the magma drips, the trees will wither and the branches and leaves will burn!
That huge, short and fat thing looks a bit clumsy, but also very powerful. What on earth is it?!
Before he could understand, Cerela had already raised her head and roared. The clear, high-pitched roar of the dragon spread throughout the fields, shaking the mountains and shaking the sea waves.
Amid the long roar, the huge flame also emitted a corresponding long roar, a low, deep roar:
"Cerila! You are Cerila! You...you have grown up, you have grown into a big girl!"
"It seems...it's okay." Servilia recognized the whistling sounds on the top of the mountain, and gradually slowed down. Finally, she turned a corner and happily walked across a pool of blue waves at the foot of the mountain, swaying gently:
"There seems to be a dragon up there... Do you think your Cerela and that dragon know each other?"
The magma and flames continued to drip, and the black smoke slowly dispersed. Gretel finally saw that the thing in the air was indeed a dragon - familiar
Look at that dragon's head, look at those wings, especially, look at the pressure, he is indeed a dragon.
It's just that her beauty is outclassed by Cerela.
Cerela is slender and slender, while the dragon is thick and short, short and fat;
Serila's whole body was pure silver, while the dragon's body was completely black, with patches of dark red, maybe because it was roasted, or maybe because the magma kept dripping down;
A row of thorns on Serila's back shone with cold light. Not to mention the thorns, the dragon's back was swollen in patches here and there, as if it had countless tumors...
The only thing that can be compared is that the height, or volume, of the two dragons is basically similar.
The dragon dripping with magma flew around in the air, turned around and fell towards the crater. Serila circled around for a short time, then turned back and shouted to Gretel with a smile: "I understand."
"Gretel, come up with me! Come up as a dragon!"
Gretel:!!!
Only a few days after I advanced to level 15, I transformed into an adult silver dragon and could only hold it for 5 minutes!
However, when Cerrela summoned him, he could only bite the bullet and turn into a young silver dragon, flap his wings and fly up. Cerrela stood side by side with him, always looking back. When he reached the top, he saw the dragon in the crater.
Just stick your head out:
"Cerilla, is this your mate? - He is so small!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Cerela sprayed a cloud of cold mist into the crater. Compared with the full force of the ice breath, this cloud of cold mist can only be regarded as a greeting, or a loud "bah":
Even so, the cold mist the size of a house fell into the crater, and the rolling magma immediately froze. With a clicking sound, large swaths of magma condensed into stones, and some rolled at the bottom and sprayed high into the sky:
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"Gretel is a human! This is his transformed appearance! How small! Have you forgotten that I should be as big as him!"
"That's right." The black and red dragon sank into the magma, rolled over comfortably, and brought more sparks to splash upward. It poked its head out of the magma again, looking at Cerela up and down.
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"Serila, I remember you are much younger than me. You should be only 50...60...no, more than 70 right now? Why do you grow up so fast?"
"I'm so awesome!" Cerela puffed up her chest proudly. She spun around in a circle and turned to Gretel:
"Grete, let me introduce you. This is Gerson de los Santos Fitzgerald, the lava dragon. He used to live very close to our home and he often fished things from the volcano..."
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Grete raised his eyebrows vigorously. Volcanoes often erupt some good things, such as gold nuggets, silver nuggets, and various gemstones... Well versed
Being able to swim freely in magma and fish out things from it is an ability that most dragons would envy. No wonder Cerela is so impressed by him!
"Hello, Mr. Gerson." He nodded politely to the other party. The lava dragon poked out a little more from the magma and looked him up and down:
"Cerela said you are a healer? A very powerful one? - Then, can you do me a favor?"