It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1566 While the Lord of Plague is free, hurry up and get rid of the dragon soul!
Chapter 1566 While the Lord of Plague is free, hurry up and get rid of the dragon soul!
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On the way back, Bernard almost fell asleep.
The body temperature fluctuated up and down, and when it was high it was almost hot to the touch. Grete suspected that it might have reached 60 or 70 degrees.
If it weren't for Jin Huanglong's vow, "He inherited the blood of the red dragon, it's normal to be a little taller" and Bernard's vital signs seemed to be stable, Gretel would have made a bathtub of ice-water mixture and frozen the barbarian in it.
Already...
When it's low, it's so low that it feels like your hands are freezing and you don't have any vitality at all. Patients who were dragged from the snow and suffered from severe hypothermia or deep hypothermic circulatory arrest are not as cold to the touch.
Grete was forced to put on ECG monitoring and EEG, and stayed by Bernard's side without blinking an eye.
Although Bernard's life energy has always been very strong during the mental induction, beating vigorously like a ball of flames, but who said that if the life energy is strong, the spirit and soul are equally strong?
What if the person is burned to death? What if the person is burned into a vegetative state? What if the body is healthy but the mental energy is washed away?
You must pay attention! You must pay close attention. If things change, you must immediately intervene in the rescue. Even if all the power Bernard absorbed before is washed away, the original chromosomes will be copied back again!
However, even this kind of waiting could not last long. On the third day, crimson viscous liquid kept oozing out of Bernard's body and the big bone stick he held tightly in his hand.
Before Grete could even think of a way to treat it, there was more and more liquid. Just looking at the volume, it seemed to have exceeded the total amount of the barbarian's blood. Soon, the liquid formed a hard shell, and even the barbarian's stick with bones was stuck.
Sealed tightly inside...
The seal is so strong that Gretel couldn't penetrate even if he tried to exert his mental power. If he tried to exert more force, the hard shell would make a rattling sound and was about to burst open...
"Don't touch it." With its wings spread flat, Jinhuanglong was breaking through the turbulence and flying towards the outside of the Dragon Tomb. Suddenly he turned his head and said:
"He has reached the most critical moment. If you pass this level, you can advance. If you can't pass it, you will disappear. In this process, the most important thing is not to be disturbed by external forces - as long as you are disturbed, you will die immediately!"
"..."
Gretel retracted his mental energy in frustration, hugged his knees on the dragon's back, and sat in a ball. The golden dragon Targaryen stared at him softly for a moment, turned back, and continued to move forward and upward toward the dragon tomb.
Flying outside.
It wasn't until everyone's whole body was shaken, and the heavy pressure on their bodies had completely disappeared. Looking around, they saw thick lead clouds and thousands of miles of drifting ice, already outside the Dragon Tomb. Only then did the Golden Dragon Targaryen say calmly:
"You are still young and have not experienced much, especially not many life, separation and death. When you reach Legend, you will gradually understand that the so-called birth, old age, illness and death are common sense in the world. Even if you are a Legend, you are no exception..."
He turned back and glanced at the Dragon Tomb, not only at the Dragon Tomb, but also at the endless dragon remains in the Dragon Tomb. Even if it is a legend, even if it is a second-level legend or a third-level legend, in the end, there will be a day.
…
Grete lowered his head, then turned to look at the blood cocoon that wrapped Bernard, silently. He understood the truth. As a doctor in his previous life, he had seen countless joys and sorrows, and life and death.
Even his own predecessor had experienced the regret of having a son who wanted to support him but could not take care of him, which was irreversible.
However, perhaps because of the regrets in his previous life, he always hopes to make up for it as much as possible after he comes to this world. He always hopes to hold everything in his hands firmly, and always hopes that the people around him can accompany him longer and longer...
"Oh, kid..." Jin Huanglong laughed softly, turned his head, and continued to fly forward. There are some things that cannot be taught by teaching. Only by experiencing them yourself can you understand.
However, this child has done so many things for the Dragon Clan. I hope that he will go as smoothly as possible. I hope that the time for him to say goodbye to the people around him forever will come later, and then later...
He took nine people, a tree, and a huge blood cocoon and flew for three days and three nights before returning to Gretel's mage tower. As soon as he landed, the Golden Dragon shook his body and carried everyone together with the small airship.
It shook down and flew into the sky.
The first thing Gretel did when he landed was to grab the oak staff and poke it on the ground:
"Quick! Move Bernard up! Move to the roof! Be careful, don't shake, don't collide, don't break anything! Tell everyone to get out of the way!"
The oak staff immediately stretched out seven or eight roots, pressing down on the ground in all directions; then, all sixteen strong branches stretched out, and the thick branches branched into thin branches, the thin branches branched into young branches, and the young branches branched into young leaves.
Wrap the blood cocoon tightly inside.
Young leaves, twigs, and twigs are layered layer by layer, and the paving is extremely appropriate. Even if there is a dragon dancing on the ground next to you, and the rumble will cause the ground to crack, it is guaranteed that the blood cocoon will not be shaken.
Then, the oak staff used the crown to lift the blood cocoon, stepped away from the tree roots, and strode inside. Walked into the mage tower, walked into the elevator, and was lifted up slowly by the elevator, straight to the top floor...
Grete followed closely. Just when the elevator was about to close, he aimed at the door and shouted:
"What are you doing? It's time to clean up! Don't wait for me!
!”
The magicians had been waiting for his words for a long time, and they responded immediately. Those who moved goods moved goods, those who liberated skeletons liberated skeletons, and those who threw golems threw golems. They were all busy.
The two necromancers each carried two tightly sealed boxes, filled with soul stones, and plunged into the basement of the mage tower, never to come out again...
Dragon Soul!
Dragon soul!
Such a rare dragon soul, even a remnant soul or a broken soul, is not so easy to obtain! You must preserve it well and do more experiments with them!
Even if you can't do destructive experiments, you must first observe, observe, use all means to observe, and record all the data that can be recorded!
Never rush to stuff them into dragon eggs! Never!
What?
This was the original experimental plan that was reported to the Plague Lord and the Dragon Clan for approval?
Then quickly refine the experimental plan, refine it, and refine it again! One step is divided into ten sub-steps, which must include various observation methods for the dragon soul!
After all, you have to complete the observations and make records before you can use them for experiments! Without the earliest observation records, what can be used to verify the experimental results between Dragon Soul and Dragon Soul?
Hurry up!
While the Plague Lord is busy with other things and has no time to talk to you for the time being, everyone should work hard to make the plans that need to be done and submit the projects that need to be reported!
Magicians from all departments were busy. Those who put things away put things away, those who counted things, those who identified them, and those who entered them.
Only Gretel followed Bernard's blood cocoon, never leaving it, until he reached the top of the mage tower. Cerela had already been waiting for him there. Upon seeing this, she rushed forward quickly, opened her hands, and held the blood cocoon weakly.
:
"What's the matter? This is, is this - Bernard? Only Bernard didn't come out, and this is him? What's the matter with him?"
"Don't panic, don't panic..."
Gretel held her hand, patted her hand gently to comfort her, and talked about Bernard's experience. Cerira listened attentively, and a smile appeared on her face halfway through:
"Well, then it's okay! It's not the Dragon Blood Warrior. No, Bernard should be the Dragon Brain Warrior this time, Dragon Brain Warrior! Don't worry, Bernard will definitely be able to get through it!"
Grete couldn't be as relieved as she was. But he couldn't be discouraged at this moment. He could only hold Serrela's palm, and the two of them leaned shoulder to shoulder and stared intently at the huge blood cocoon in front of them:
"Bernard's body has been transformed by the water from the Well of Eternity, and is filled with the vitality of the World Tree. Although it is not legendary yet, it is still very strong and should be able to withstand..."
"Mental strength is his shortcoming, but for so many years, he has been practicing madness every day. After practicing, he will recover, and after recovering, he will practice again... Being able to recover from madness every time, his will must also be very strong.
Strong..."
"The biggest hurdle for a warrior to enter the Legend is not having enough mental power... But the Dragon Brain should be very powerful in improving mental power... It's very strong, right?"
"Also, a large amount of dragon brains and dragon souls poured into that big bone stick... I originally wanted to get him a dragon bone, but the result now is better, and he can use it more smoothly...
…”
"The dragon soul and the ancient beast soul in the bone stick seem to be combined together... This is good for Bernard. His way of practice is to resonate with the beast soul and be guided by the beast soul. He will hit the legend
It’s also more convenient…”
"Besides, that big bone stick seems to be a little alive... The dragon soul will be very comfortable living in it..."
He was talking nonchalantly, not knowing whether it was to tell Cerela what happened before, or to calm his nerves by talking.
Cerira was held by his hand obediently at first, but soon she held it back and gently patted the back of his hand:
"Um……"
"Yes……"
"That's right, Bernard worked very hard..."
"It's definitely no problem!"
"Speaking of which, how long will it take...how long has Bernard been like this..."
No one could answer her. Gretel didn't know the answer, and there were no other dragons around her who could provide experience. Cerira rolled her eyes, and her stomach suddenly growled:
"Grete, I'm hungry! I want to eat!"
Serila shouted that she wanted to eat, so what else could she say? At this time, she didn’t want to let anyone else come up, so Gretel touched the space bag, took out a set of pots and pans, and took out various spare foods, and started
Wash, cut, boil, bake:
"This is a big fish that Senior Targaryen caught in the sea outside the Dragon Tomb... He gave me a fish head and a piece of fish belly meat. The meat on the cheeks is the most delicious. I will cook it for you.
…”
"These are the native creatures in the Dragon Tomb. There are snow chickens, wind sheep, and ice rabbits. I also caught a few foxes. I will use the fox tails to make a scarf for you later..."
"This is……"
In order to fill Serila's belly, Grete also spent a lot of money. Various large pots, giant cauldrons, and grills that can roast whole cattle are all placed all over the place.
Serila held a chicken leg in her left hand and a piece of fish gill meat in her right hand. She suddenly pursed her lips and smiled, shouting loudly:
"Bernard! Get up! Eat something delicious!"
Kacha kacha, clatter, clatter, the blood cocoon that had been silent for three to five days began to shake violently from the inside.