Chapter 1454 Gretel, our children don’t want to become dementia!
(bendachu leader adds update 7)
Save their tribe?
what's the situation?
Grete came out of the newly built research laboratory, his head was still focused on the pile of chromosomes, and his reaction was a bit slow. Help? Is there anything to save?
Serira's parents, under the rule of a pair of legendary silver dragons, have dozens of intelligent tribes, large and small. They don't care about daily petty quarrels, but they are not allowed to attack each other to the point of annihilation -
A silver dragon is kind-hearted in nature and has a low tolerance for unprovoked killings. Anyone who wants to be killed for no reason and a river of blood will flow out must be prepared to be killed and a river of blood will flow out;
Second, the Silver Dragon looked at the intelligent races in its territory. Even if they were not their subjects, they were still their property. Inexplicably, some of their property was missing. Everyone wanted to check:
Who allowed you to destroy my property indiscriminately?!
So when it came to saving a person, Gretel was sure of it, but he didn't know where to save the tribe. He shook his head and saw that the old giant's face was pale, and he waved his hand again:
"Speak slowly and don't be anxious. If it can be saved, I will of course save it, but you also need to know what the problem is, right?"
The old giant sighed, and his whole body softened. The giant was tall, and he was kneeling on the ground. He was a head taller than Gretel. Now he softened and simply fell to the ground.
Grete took a few steps back with a stiff face. When he slowly calmed down, he sat up and huddled up, barely equal to his own height, and then walked over to listen to him:
"Last night, the dragon beast suddenly came to our tribe. It came right away. We provided it with food, drink, and rest. This is what we are used to doing. Who knows, who knows..."
After saying this, his body trembled, and tears poured down from his old muddy eyes, making the ground wet in a small circle in a short time. Grete frowned slightly:
"how?"
"Who knew that it suddenly became angry and bit everywhere. Two of the children in the tribe were killed on the spot and one was bitten. We resisted desperately and then escaped... We injured it while resisting, seriously.
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"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
Gretel immediately stood up. A group of giants came to work with him without meeting him, and no one told him that someone was injured.
Now he was walking hurriedly outside, with the old giant hunched over beside him:
"For any injuries, we can just wrap them up ourselves and don't dare to alarm the adults. It's just that dragon beast...that dragon beast..."
"How about the dragon beast?"
"I don't know... Please ask Dragon Nest for mercy and save us. We really didn't mean to hurt it, how dare we..."
No matter how ignorant the dragon beast is, it is still the biological child of the legendary silver dragon. It is kept in the mountains and is only allowed to be worshiped but not harmed.
It fell, fell, and was bitten to death by wild beasts. It just took it as its own life. It was killed and injured by these intelligent races. If the silver dragon pursues it, the entire tribe will be in disaster!
"Is there no precedent before? What will Dragon Nest do in this case?"
"I don't know...my grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather, have never met..."
Gretel sighed. This is the difficulty of having no history, no writing, and no inheritance. How to deal with any situation depends entirely on word of mouth.
Given the age of this giant, things that happened about a hundred years ago would have to be folded in half when they were transmitted to him. Things that happened two hundred years ago would be left with only one fold, which is quite a lot.
If the attacking dragon beast is injured, what will be the reaction from the Dragon Nest? They definitely don’t know, and they don’t dare to take a gamble, so they drag their whole family to beg for help...
Although Gretel felt that the Legendary Silver Dragon was not unreasonable and would not vouch for them, he nodded slightly, quickened his pace, and took a look around.
As expected, many of the giants of the Frostfire Tribe were injured. Gretel casually took out a healing spell to stabilize their situation first, and took a deep breath:
"I'll go over and take a look!"
As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips, and a spark rose up into the sky with a scream, and exploded high. For a moment, Baka, the tern, folded its wings and flew down. After a while, Cerela came in a hurry and said when they met:
"What's the matter?"
"Something happened to the Frostfire Tribe. The dragon beast was seriously injured. I'm going to take a look." Gretel explained the situation in a few words and asked Baka:
"Please go to the dragon's nest and talk to the guards of the dragon's nest. See if you can come over and have a look at the situation, or whether there is any precedent for this matter and how it was handled."
Baka nodded and flew up, and Gretel said to Cerela again:
"I'll go over and take a look. If I can save it, I'll save it. At least it's a life. - Do you want to wait here? Or help me treat those giants?"
"I'll go with you." Cerela shook her head. When she heard the word "dragon beast", she felt a little flustered for some reason, and her heart was beating hard.
Recalling it carefully, I feel like I heard my parents talk about it, but I didn't hear them talk about it in person; it seems that it is also in the inherited memory, but I can't think clearly for a while.
In short, it is a very terrible thing, very bad and terrible...
Then go take a look even more! Before Gretel could refuse again, Cerira had already changed back to her original form. With a lift of her wings, a gust of wind swept Gretel onto her back:
"Let's go!"
The adult silver dragon flew very fast, and Grete only heard the whistling of the wind. In a short time, he arrived at Laopi Mountain. Before landing, he could see something strange at a glance:
Near the mountainside, the neat wooden houses were rickety and ruined. The bonfire was overturned, the furs flew away, and the smoke from birds continued to rise, but the utensils and shrubs were ignited, and the flames were not extinguished.
Half of the largest wooden house was collapsed. A small silver dragon was lying on the edge of the wooden house, half inside and half outside. Its head hung on the ground, and it let out a feeble roar from time to time, but it could no longer struggle.
"ah……"
Cerela saw the little dragon from a distance, and for some reason, a chill instantly ran into her heart. She was trembling with fear, her wings suddenly lost strength, and her whole body fell in the air. Gretel quickly stood up:
"Featherfall Technique!"
With the feather falling technique in the hand of a fifteenth-level magician fully activated, it was not difficult to hold up an adult silver dragon. Cerela floated leisurely, swaying all the way down, and was about to fall to the top of the forest before she woke up and flapped her wings quickly.
Pull it up:
"Go back! Go back! Gretel, I don't want to look! Let's go back!"
!”
"Cerilla, you go back first!" Gretel couldn't leave the injured alone. He patted Cerira comfortingly, ran a few steps quickly, and jumped down.
He launched his flying spell in mid-air and ran towards the little dragon. Before he reached it, he threw two healing spells down.
After getting closer, I realized that the little dragon was not too small. It was similar to the young dragon of Cerela, but its condition was very bad.
The scales are mottled, no longer as smooth as a mirror, and even have fallen off in places. The dragon horns on the head, the dragon wings behind the back, and even the row of thorns on the back are all worn out, and many of the thorns are even broken.
There were several spears or tree trunks poked into the abdomen, and the wound was raised high. There was a pool of blood around it, and there was also a pool of blood around the mouth - the colors were different, maybe it had really eaten a few giants.
There may be injuries in other places, and I couldn't see clearly for a while. I only saw it lying on the ground, unable to get up.
No matter what, it's good to be alive. Gretel sighed, raised his hand and threw a few healing spells at it, first to hang it alive. Next, it was a powerful tranquility spell to make it fall asleep.
Then throw a large piece of floating magic over it, levitate it, move it into the mage's mansion - the hospital version, and then look at the injury:
Gee, there was a big gash on my stomach, and some intestines leaked out. I hope there are no major problems with other organs after such a long time...
There is no other way. First, use the Cleaning Technique to debride the wound as much as possible to remove contaminants and blood. Then use the hand of the mage to stuff the intestines and seal the wound. Then throw out a piece of legendary equipment and quickly do a CT scan to see.
Other organs.
After doing this, someone was knocking on the door of the mage's mansion. Gretel casually ordered an invisible servant to open the door, and saw the captain of the guard from the dragon's nest, the half-dragon Sokka, hurried over.
Seeing Grete taking action, he was slightly relieved. Grete didn't look back and asked him while looking at the CT:
"Is there any precedent for this kind of thing?"
"Yes." Sokka bowed and bowed his head. Although Gretel is a human, he is also someone recognized by Miss Serrela. In other words, he should not be treated as a master, but must be treated as a half-master:
"There were dragon beasts in the previous generations. We will verify it. As long as it is not a deliberate attack, the owner will not pursue it. When it is cured, it will be taken to other places and the tribe will return to its original place to live.
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"Then I'll trouble you."
Grete responded and kept his hands on his hands. Sokka saw that he was very busy, surrounded by green leaves, and thousands of branches hanging down from the oak staff to support the dragon beast. Even the six dark gold skeletons around him kept walking and bowed.
Bow and exit quietly.
Grete was left alone inside, debriding, draining away the fluid, repairing the organs, and repairing the intestines.
After closing the lake layer by layer, a few more spells were thrown to hang up the dragon beast's vital signs, and the blood and cut tissue were carefully collected. Then the mage's mansion was released and the dragon beast was moved out:
"Okay, it's cured. After a while, it should be able to..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Serila standing in the forest looking at him from a distance, her little face was pale and there was no blood at all. Gretel felt a thump in her heart and walked over quickly to hold her hand:
"What's the matter, Cerela?"
"He is my brother." Cerela's whole body trembled, she threw herself into Gretel's arms and hugged his waist hard:
"He is my younger brother... After he was hatched, he failed to awaken his true name and has no wisdom. He cannot be considered a member of the Dragon Clan or my family, but he is still my younger brother..."
Grete crossed his arms and stroked her vest over and over again, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top. Cerira's trembling gradually stopped, and suddenly, she grabbed Grete's sleeve:
"Gretel, please think of a way! I don't want our children to become like this, and our children don't want to turn into dragon beasts!