Chapter 1451 Gretel: Yes, I am a silver dragon, yes I am
"What's going on?" Baht
"what's the situation?"
Beside Grete, a group of people poked their heads and looked down. Even the maple tree Servilia stretched out a branch and put it on Bernard's shoulder, reaching out from in front of him to the outside of the cliff:
"What's going on? Who's shouting? Are they local aborigines? Has anyone called?"
But no matter how fast these people were, they could not be faster than the tern Baka. The tern folded its wings and flew down quickly, as if it shot a sharp white arrow in the air.
When he arrived near the group of climbers, he circled twice, chirped a few more times, then flapped his wings and flew back:
"It's a giant! So big!—I don't understand!"
Gretel smiled. Although Baka the tern has flown thousands of miles, he probably does not like to chat around and interact with local intelligent races. Baht
After going back and forth so many times, I can’t even understand the words of the local race. Although the intelligent races here on Long Island may be more diverse, they have been chatting for two or three months every year for decades or hundreds of years. How can I understand them?
Got——
He raised his hand and there was a [Language Master], and another [Language Master] patted it over. [Language Master] was responsible for translation, so that the subject could understand the speaker's language;
[Spoken Words] controls output, allowing the recipient to naturally understand what he or she says.
A shot of two blessing spells can last at least two or three hours at Grete's current level. After finishing the shot, he handed over to Baka:
"Please, help me ask again~~~If it's an emergency, we'll come down right away!"
Baka shot an arrow down again. After a while, he spread his wings and flew up. Before he arrived, he was already shouting:
"It's their old wizard! It's the old wizard who is very ill. He comes here to ask for help! It's three hills away from here! It's not urgent, but it's very serious..." Baht
As expected. Grete let out a breath and nodded. After experiencing an aboriginal request for help from Serira's aunt, Ms. Ophelia, he already understood a common sense:
The Dragon Tribe, especially the Silver Dragon, their Dragon Nest is roughly equivalent to a medical point within a few hundred miles. If the nearby indigenous residents have any ailments that they cannot handle themselves, the ultimate solution is to go to the Dragon Nest.
——Of course, the silver dragon's nest is usually on the top of a very high mountain. The road is long and difficult to travel, and the power of the silver dragon is everywhere.
The difficulty of getting there is even worse than that of patients in remote mountainous areas who want to go to Peking Union Medical College to see a doctor.
At the very least, as long as people in remote mountainous areas have access to modern transportation, the next step is trains, planes and subways...
"Then I'm going down." He nodded towards Cerela and took a step forward. He wanted to activate the Dragon Flying Technique, but he felt weak and almost fell down——
Just now, the Silver Dragon transformed and lost its strength, so it was enough to throw in one or two low-level spells. The Dragon Flying Technique really couldn't sustain it. In this state, you really have to use it sparingly, and you still have to treat people when you get there! Baht
He shook it like this, and Apa immediately rushed out, changed back to his original shape, turned his head and was about to pick Gretel up on his back. The move was sure of success, but it came up empty:
Serila had already transformed into a dragon shape. The dragon's wings flapped gently, and a whirlwind swept up Gretel and placed it on his back. He flew up, dived down, and gave orders along the way:
"Baka, lead them!"
As he spoke, he flew out at high speed, bringing up billowing air waves that pushed the tern Baka backwards in several circles. If it hadn't flapped its wings in time to stabilize its body, it would have almost hit the stone wall.
Even so, in front of the silver dragon, the tern had nothing to complain about and shouted:
"Okay! Come with me!!!"
He followed closely. Udian, Ash Yuege and others looked at each other, flew and ran, and followed as fast as possible.
Bernard roared and ran at an earth-shattering speed. The maple tree Servilia jumped lightly and turned into a 2-meter-high sapling. She jumped onto his shoulder without any explanation.
Bernard held her back and used her as a hiking stick. She was slapped by the maple tree:
"Carry me well! Don't poke my roots into the ground!"
At the critical moment, it was Appa who transformed back into his silver-moon deer form, rushed forward bravely, and humped the barbarians.
However, his girlfriend, the unicorn Shiloh, ran to the almost vertical edge of the dragon's nest, but she couldn't get down. She stretched her neck and looked at it several times, and was so anxious that she scratched her hooves and screamed wildly.
Appa didn't have any good solution for this - among the few instinctual spells he had awakened, there was no way to deal with this situation. Ash Yuesong returned in time, blessed Shiloh with a Feather Fall spell, and took her with him
Jump down...
Gretel turned a blind eye to this bustle, but ignored it. He sat on Cerira's back and closed his eyes to meditate, racing against time to regain his strength. Baht
Alas, it would be great if he were stronger. If only he could transform into an adult silver dragon and be able to sustain it for 1 hour, 2 hours, or even more...
In that case, there would be no need for Baka the tern to explore the way ahead, and no need for Cerela to transform into his original form and carry him on his back to fly.
He can turn himself into a silver dragon and fly as far as he wants and as fast as he wants. When he reaches his destination, he doesn't have to waste time explaining to the patient...
Just as she was thinking this, a slight feeling of weightlessness came over her body, and Cerela had stopped. Her strong hind paws scratched the rocks, and she lowered her head from the high hillside with a clear voice:
"Which tribe are you from? Where do you live? Who needs treatment?"
Gretel held the thorn in his arms to steady his body, and took a few steps forward before he saw the native standing below. As expected, he was tall and stocky. Standing on the mountain road, his height seemed to be about the same as the length of Cerela's head -
—
In other words, if you open your arms to the limit, you can try to hold Cerela's head. Of course, in the dragon form. Baht
Gretel looked down at his feet on Cerira's back, then opened his arms slightly, gestured to Cerira's neck, and sighed silently.
Wow, the guy blocking the road ahead is really a giant. He is twice as tall as him, right?
His arms were as thick as his waist, and his waist was as thick as a hug. On a cold and windy day, he still felt a little cold even though he was wearing the [cold and heat resistant]. The giant was shirtless, with a piece of animal skin randomly wrapped around his waist...
"Dear young lady, we are from the Frostfire Tribe, living in Old Tempt Mountain. Our elder fell down, and no one can cure him. We have no choice..."
The giant bowed to Cerela in fear. The intelligent races on Dragon Island did not have such cumbersome etiquette as humans, and they did not even kneel down and kowtow.
However, it is still necessary to bend down deeply to show respect!
As for who is this silver dragon?
He didn't know the conscience of heaven and earth. Although there was an owner of the dragon's nest here, he could not see it nine times out of ten times he came to visit. The silver dragon that occasionally flew by was at least two times larger than Zireira.
However, any silver dragon is someone they need to respect and someone they can turn to for help. It is definitely right to respect them!
"In that direction - over a hill, over another hill, over another hill..."
"take me!"
Cerira simply waved her claws. A strong wind whipped up and attached the levitation spell to the giant. Gretel dropped an activation rope in cooperation and tied it around the giant's waist. Cerira grabbed the other end of the rope.
, fluttering its wings and flying:
"Give me the way! Give me the direction! By the way, tell me what's going on with you elders! How old are you? Are you sick or injured? When did something go wrong? What exactly is wrong!"
"We——" Baht
"Elder——"
"yesterday--"
"night--"
"fall down--"
The giant hung swaying under Cerela. The strong wind roared, and he was pulled like a big kite. When he opened his mouth, the cold wind poured into his mouth. He tried hard to answer the question, but Miss Silver Dragon was still there.
Shout "I can't hear you clearly"!
I had no choice but to shout at the top of my lungs, one word at a time. While Serila was listening to him, she was busy saying to Grete:
"I know this tribe. I used to play there a lot when I was a kid. They produce a kind of snow chicken, which is tender and sweet. They are the best blacksmiths in the territory. The nearby tribes who need to make some tools come to them...
"baht
How fast the Silver Dragon was! In just a few words, it had crossed three hills in a row and stopped near a mountain top that was gurgling with yellow smoke.
As soon as the giant landed, he immediately untied the rope and ran inside:
"It's in there! It's in there! - Elder! Elder, how are you doing?"
"Okay, let's go in." Gretel jumped off the dragon's back and walked inside with Cerela, who had returned to human form.
There was a rumble on the hillside, and tall giants emerged one after another from the wooden houses, lining up on both sides and watching them.
Grete and Cerela glanced at them, then walked side by side into the tallest and largest wooden house in the village.
Before entering the door, Gretel quickly covered Serira with the bubble technique, but his expression remained unchanged. Despite the sour, fishy, and foul smell, he went straight to the bed: Baht
"This is the patient? How long has he been ill? Let me see the situation..."
As he spoke, he threw out a spell, and the light screen instantly unfolded, with images and numbers beating constantly, accompanied by a dripping sound.
Grete opened the elder's pupils again, lit a small light source and shook it inside, examined it carefully, and smelled the scent from the elder's mouth.
Hmm... it smelled really bad, and it did smell like rotten apples, but... when he just walked over, he saw a few rotten apples near the bed...
Three or four giants stood crowded together at the end of the bed, trying to shrink themselves a little smaller, and then a little smaller, watching Gretel busy here and there, finishing this and that, but not throwing out healing spells.
And he didn't fly here by himself...nor does he have pointed ears...Is this a silver dragon? Can he heal?
Finally, a giant bravely stepped forward, bent down deeply, and lowered his head to the level of Gretel's shoulders: Baht.
"Dear Sir, may I ask... are you a Silver Dragon?"
Gretel:???
What's the matter?
If it’s not a silver dragon, why can’t it treat people anymore?
He looked around, and then looked outside the wooden house at the giants who were peeping their heads. He sighed, and his eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils: