Chapter 389: King Selection Ceremony, Final Battle
"Hoo!"
"suck!"
"call!"
"suck!"
"Feel your belly bulge! When you inhale, your belly bulges out, and when you exhale, your belly bulges in!"
"But Gretel, we have always breathed like this..."
"Hahahahahaha... Gretel, you are a mage, but you actually want to train soldiers how to breathe... Hahahahahaha..."
"Shut up! If you laugh again, give me back the microscope!"
The treatment location that Grete chose for Prince Rosegar was not inside the mountain, not deep inside the royal court, but outside the royal court—to be precise, on the top of the mountain directly above the royal court. Just kidding, a stage I pneumoconiosis patient can stay in the mountain for a long time.
inside?
That place where flames are rolling, smoke is rising, PM2.5, no, PM10 is always at the top of the charts?
The first priority in the treatment of pneumoconiosis patients is to stay away from the previous working environment and stop breathing dust!
In order to ensure the safety of the prince, the royal guards intentionally or unintentionally increased the number of patrols to the top of the mountain; among the five priests who came to study, there was a 15th-level master; Archmage Serrano led the magicians near the cabin
Set up a magic barrier...
If anyone else can break into the circle, well, the silver dragon girl is looking at everything in a novel state. She is close to Grete and refuses to leave even a step. She has already used the bacterial culture, staining, and microscopy techniques that Grete came up with the day before yesterday.
I occupied the microscope and played with it for a whole day.
Gretel simply refused to leave. Seeing that the King Selection Battle was about a week away, Gretel stayed with Prince Rosegar, paying close attention to his condition and watching him perform breathing training. The only embarrassing thing was the abdominal breathing method.
Something like that, people knew it more than a hundred years ago...
Hey, it would be good to inhale more negative ions in the forest. Gretel silently looked at the sky and made excuses for himself.jpg.
"You recovered quite well!" After another insufflation test, Grete wrote down the numbers in the medical record and congratulated:
"We've already caught up with that guy from the Black Rock Tribe! According to Vigeland's data, his lung function can recover a little in the next few days. By then, he should be able to fight!"
"I just don't know what's going on over there..."
Over there, the King Selection Team of the Black Rock Tribe was still trudging along the mountain road. Although Cerela did not take action on the spot, in anger, the dragon's power was slightly revealed, and she still scared away a goat. And the dwarf's strong and honest figure, and
Instead of two people riding the same sheep, why don't you let Mr. Pastor share the ride with some dwarf...
"Never! In the name of the Lord of Glory, I would rather come down and leave!"
That figure! That big beard! That body odor! Let him and the dwarf ride a sheep, why not just kill him!
It is impossible to come down and walk, it is impossible to come down and walk in this life. Mr. Pastor is a spell caster and a leader who brings everyone closer to the Lord of Glory. No matter from every angle, he should receive preferential treatment. If in the team
Only one person can have a mount, and that must be a priest.
And the candidates have to maintain their physical strength to cope with the subsequent king-selection battle. Only the other five warriors take turns jumping off the goat, giving up their mounts to the priest, and leading the goat away...
As a result, the speed was greatly reduced and the physical consumption was greatly increased. When they reached the top, they were unexpectedly chased up by Ingvar, a candidate of the Steel Hammer tribe. This "Army Axe" waved to them, strode like a meteor, and led them
As the team passed them...
"..."
"..."
"That elf is so hateful!"
"That boy Rosega, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually colluded with the elves to cheat!"
"When we win the king-selection battle, we must drive the Fire Hammer tribe out of the royal court!"
They cursed bitterly, climbed to the top to complete the sacrificial ceremony, and then carried their equipment back down the mountain. The black-robed priest, leaning on a wooden staff, struggled to climb the mountain, with a serious expression on his face:
The Holy See's team was so useless that they actually failed to cause trouble for Rothega's team!
The conscience of heaven and earth, the team sent by the Holy See is really not without its work. However, the action team of the Inquisition has long been destroyed in the mountains and disappeared without a trace. The magicians are hiding deep in the sky;
Of the two teams pretending to be caravan escorts, one also disappeared, and the other stayed motionless in the trading area at the foot of the mountain, thus preserving no damage;
What? There is also a barbarian team. The orc team can be hired? That is to cooperate with the Holy See team. The main force is not here. Paying them money to work alone is equivalent to throwing money in the water!
Archbishop Jeroni even sent a message to the powerful team in the Far North Icefield. Unfortunately, one day, two days, three days, four days passed, and not only did no one come, but there was not even a reply. I don’t know that they confiscated it.
When I received the message, something else happened...
It took them two days longer than originally planned to return to the royal court. Although they were surpassed by the Fire Hammer Tribe and the Silver Beard Tribe, they still managed to complete it three days before the deadline. As soon as they returned to the station, they were hurriedly dragged into the prayer room.
, as soon as the door was closed, two senior pastors accompanied them in person:
"You! Take a shower, change clothes, and pray quietly! Before the king-selecting battle, we will try our best to increase your combat effectiveness to ensure that you will definitely win!"
Kai was inexplicably stuffed into the small prayer hall. He took a bath, put on a white robe, knelt on the cold stone floor, murmured prayers, recited holy scriptures, and opened his heart to the Lord of Glory. When he was tired from kneeling, he lay face down on the floor.
On the ground, stretch your arms out in a cross shape - this is the only way to rest - and relax your knees a little...
"Concentrate! Open your heart! Get as close to the Lord as possible! Only in this way can you receive the Lord's gifts and bear the glory given by the Lord!"
On the last day before the King's Selection War, Kai was finally released from the prayer hall and brought into an airtight and cold stone room. The stone room was not illuminated by eternal flames, nor was it lit by torches. Instead, a lamp stand was hung on each of the four walls.
.The flames of twelve arm-thick candles swayed, illuminating the entire room.
He didn't know what materials were added to the candle. The fragrance was faint and faint. Kai took a deep breath and immediately felt that his body and mind were a little more ethereal.
In the stone room, two waist-high stone beds were placed side by side. Lying on the bed on the left was a white-robed cleric with blond hair hanging down, making it difficult to see his face. Kai just took a look, and the priest who brought him in pointed to the other side.
Zhang Bed said:
"Take off your clothes and lie down."
"Do you want to take off all your clothes?"
The priest pointed at the stone bed and didn't move or speak. Kai took off his white robe obediently, climbed onto the stone bed, and buried his face in the round hole at the head of the bed. The next moment, "click", "click",
Four iron rings rose from the four corners of the stone bed, cuffing his wrists and ankles tightly.
"Help! Help—"
Kai was shocked and struggled hard. He was immediately slapped on the back of the head:
"Quiet! This is a tattoo for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the pain! - Take blood!"
After giving the order, there was a clear sound of a knife coming from the stone bed on the left. The smell of blood hit his nostrils. Kai pricked up his ears and listened, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
Good guy, is this blood enough for a bowl?
The crackle of the flame, the sound of the stirring rod hitting the vessel, and the popping sound of liquid boiling came one after another. After waiting for a moment, the center of Kai's vest felt slightly cold, and the burning pain instantly exploded!
"ah--"
He was caught off guard and screamed. What is this, what on earth is it! It’s just a needle, why does it hurt so much, and what kind of medicine is mixed with it!
Even if it's human blood, there's no reason for it to hurt so much!
"Quiet!" Another slap on the back of the head:
"Pray to our Lord! Say it out loud! Give your whole being to the Lord! But from God, who was, who is, and who is to come, and who is to come, and the seven spirits who are before his throne..."
Kai instinctively followed and recited loudly. There was no sound on the stone bed next door. Apart from the sound of blood dripping, he could barely hear breathing. In the entire stone room, only his prayers buzzed and echoed:
“Behold, he is coming in the clouds, hiss, all eyes will see him, even those who pierced him will see him, hiss… all the families of the earth will mourn because of him…”
Amid the loud prayers of the dwarves, bowls of blood were brought in, bowl after bowl fell into the magic circle, and mixed with the secret medicine to make a dark red ointment. On the other side, long needles dropped again and again with the ointment,
The dwarves have patterns tattooed on their bodies. They are intertwined and curled, spreading continuously.
On the back, on the shoulders, on the arms, on the legs...
"Ok?"
In severe pain, the candidate of the Black Rock Tribe vaguely heard the conversation between two priests:
"Do you want to continue?"
"Go on, don't worry." The other person replied calmly: "There is enough blood."
"But so much blood has been drained—"
"This is Brother Klinde's piety and devotion to the Lord. Prince, you have to understand that each of us will return to the arms of the Lord, without exception."
With a click, the handcuffs on his limbs were unlocked. A bright light appeared in front of Kai. He was dragged and turned over. The white-robed priest held the porcelain bowl with a smile and flashed his long needle at him:
"Come on, let's continue-"
The mark of the pious person penetrated deeply into the skin. The secret medicine, blood, and holy power were condensed into one, and the tattoo pattern was engraved on the human body. Late that night, when the tattoo was finally completed, Kai was put down from the stone bed and looked down.
To his own thigh——
The legs are smooth and clean, except for the leg hair that was shaved for tattoos, no color or pattern can be seen.
"Don't look at it, this won't show any traces." The priest in charge of tattooing pushed him out:
"Within three days, it will increase your combat effectiveness, allowing you to run fast, jump high, be strong, and not afraid of pain. When you are injured, just silently chanting the holy name of our Lord will provide you with a certain amount of recovery ability.
You should seize the time to try it out and become familiar with this new power!"
When he stepped out of the threshold, Kai turned around in his hurry. On the other stone bed, the white-robed priest was still lying face down, silently.
With his newfound strength, Kai stood confidently in the sun. Beside him, opposite him, four candidates were carrying battle axes, holding war hammers, wearing full armor, or just wearing breastplates, or
Without armor, they formed a circle.
Between them is a specially compacted and leveled field, which is also the arena for their battle.
The final battle of the King Selection Ceremony——
About to unfold.
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