It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 439: The new mount Gretel snatched (Additional update 4 of the Leader of the Riding Tiger and Pig Lord)
Chapter 439: The new mount Gretel snatched (Additional update 4 of the Leader of the Riding Tiger and Pig Lord)
Grete's healing skills impressed the barbarian elders. On the third day, he wrapped himself in a large cloak, held up his [cold and heat resistant], sat on Bernard's mount, and joined the barbarian team hunting monsters.
Yes, after discussions between the elders, the leader, Gotti and the speaker (the above four overlapped to a certain extent), the old man Yu Guan, the elder Brock of the host L'Aquila tribe, officially informed Grete:
For those ownerless totem spirits, he can contract one for auxiliary treatment.
"Of course, this is not without conditions." The old man with feather crown was leaning on a pale white bone staff, with a pair of raptor hooks on the head of the staff shining black, shaking it slightly and making a rattling sound:
"For a long time, the outsiders who took away the totem spirits from us have left generous gifts that are enough to compensate. Young healer, what can you give?"
Gretel: "...What do you need? Gold coins? Weapons? Magic equipment?"
Gold coins? There are indeed hundreds of gold coins in the space bag, but judging from the elder’s intention, I’m afraid they may not be enough;
Weapons? The oak staff is connected to the spirit and is always with you. The surgical instruments are your treasure. Anything else cannot be considered a "weapon";
Magic equipment? There are a few pieces of magic equipment. For example, Lin En’s trophies were given to him in piles before... However, I don’t know if they are enough to exchange for a totem spirit...
Can you just make an offer directly?
"You know, a totem spirit means a tribe's hundreds of years of worship and sacrifice." The old man continued with a smile, and the feather cloak on his body rustled, like an eagle spreading its wings and flying across.
Sky Gretel has reason to suspect that this is also a set of equipment attached to a spirit body:
"A totem spirit means that a young man with some qualifications can inherit its power and become a spell caster, protecting the tribe for decades. What can you give to a young healer?"
I can neither offer sacrifices for hundreds of years, nor can I protect a tribe for decades... Gretel was silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked directly at the old man:
"During tribal gatherings, I am willing to do my best to treat the sick and injured. If someone asks me for medical knowledge, I will teach him candidly and according to his ability and understanding."
"That's enough!" The old man smiled, stretched out his palm, and high-fived him to sign the contract:
"Of course, we are also willing to pay a little sincerity first. Don't you want to find a mount for your followers? There are some magical beasts in the tribe. You can go and have a look with your followers and choose the one you like."
Oh oh oh! Gretel's eyes are shining. Mount! Bernard is finally going to have a mount! Finally, he doesn't have to spread his legs and follow him!
Winter wolf!
Frostwolf!
Kodo!
Giant rhinoceros!
Bernard, you wouldn't pick a wild boar, would you? Wild boars are too lazy!
The roar of the animal pen shook the sky. Grete was walking forward excitedly, but as he walked, he fell behind Bernard, throwing defensive spells at himself one after another. Mage Armor, put on; Shield spell,
Hang up; protect remote, hang up; resist energy damage, hang up...
Seeing him like this, Serila shook her head and snorted far away from the animal pen. In an instant, everything was silent. The howling of wolves, the neighing of horses, and all kinds of snoring were all silenced by the night wind.
When it blew, Grete even vaguely smelled a pungent stench.
Gretel threw another bubble technique and hurried forward. When he poked his head, Bernard had already passed a black wolf, and then passed a huge silver wolf with a shoulder height of 1.5 meters. At this moment, there was a fat and strong man, whose weight was suspected to exceed
The one-ton wild boar stopped in front of him, thought for a moment, shook his head, and continued walking forward.
Gretel: "...Bernard, wait a minute! Why don't you pick that silver wolf?"
Silver Wolf is so handsome!
Can fight again!
Don’t be afraid that you can’t afford it. Your boss and I are rich now. I can still feed him a pig a day!
Bernard paused, looked back at Gretel, and hesitated before speaking. He hesitated and sighed:
"Boss... you can't beat it..."
Well, it doesn't matter if I can't beat it, as long as you can beat it. Besides, there's Serrela! Which monster dares to make a mistake in front of Serrela?
Grete looked at Bernard expectantly, then stood on tiptoe and looked back. Silver Wolf, judging from its coat color and body shape, it should be a frost wolf. It would be great to be a mount! It is fierce and handsome, and its hair is long, and it is especially easy to stroke!
"Boss..." Bernard looked at him helplessly:
"This thing is too vicious. If it is tied to the door of your hospital, the hospital will not have to worry about any patients..."
"Well……"
The silver dragon girl smiled. Gretel was dejected and followed silently. The wild boar, no, the giant horse, no; the fat, fat bird that looks weird and looks like it can't fly at all, no...
Finally, Bernard silently stopped in front of a pure white stag.
"Bernard you want to ride this?"
Gretel tried to stand on tiptoe to look. Well, very good, the shoulder height of this deer was higher than... higher than Bernard's shoulders, that is to say, more than two meters. I don't know if it can kneel down. If not, Gretel
If you want to ride it, you have only two options:
One, climb up with a ladder; two, fly...
However, Bernard can definitely jump up. Moreover, looking at the huge figure of the giant deer, it is estimated that humping Bernard will not be a problem, and humping another one will not be a problem either.
The stag's huge antlers spread out to the left and right. Grete stretched his arms outwards and tentatively measured it. It seemed, maybe, as if, his own armspan was not even half of the antlers of others?
He secretly sighed. Bernard had already chatted with the guide for a few words, opened the animal pen and walked in. As he walked, he opened his arms with his palms forward, making a peaceful and friendly gesture.
The white deer stood there quietly, like a ball of moonlight. When Bernard came closer, he reached out to touch it, his nose twitched twice, and he suddenly bumped into it.
Gretel: "...Hey!"
Bernard was already prepared. He took half a step to the side, stretched out his hands, and each held a branch of an antler. He bowed slightly and exhaled:
"Hey!"
The muscles of the barbarian's arms bulged, and he was dedicated to using his strength to tame the stag. Gretel stood watching from a distance, hesitating whether to use the strength of a savage bull.
Will it be counterproductive?
When taming a mount, if someone else helps, will the mount prefer death to surrender?
"Don't help him." Serui pulled him and lowered his voice:
"The Silver Moon Deer is very proud, and its magic perception is very sensitive. If you throw a buff spell, it will definitely be able to sense it!"
Okay, okay... Gretel lowered his arms and stood tall outside the animal pen with a ball of healing spell in his hand. If you don't cheat, you won't cheat. If either party is really injured, he can intervene again!
Bernard and the white deer were in a stalemate for a while, then he shouted loudly and twisted the deer's antlers to the side. The white deer fell sideways, raised his leg and kicked, and Bernard quickly jumped away. When he wanted to move forward again, the white deer sprayed
A bright ball of light came out and almost hit Bernard.
One person and one deer rolled over and over, entangled from morning to dusk, and finally finally settled down. Bernard, with a gray face, put his arm around the white deer's neck, led it out of the stable, and came to Gretel. The barbarian grinned.
mouth, laughing boldly:
"Boss, it's done!"
"Hmm, not bad." Gretel threw him two healing techniques to treat the bruises on his arms and legs, and looked up at the white deer. Upon closer inspection, he felt more and more tall that it was tall, so Grete stood on tiptoes.
, I stretched my arms and couldn’t even touch its head...
White Deer was also looking at him curiously. His almond-shaped eyes were gentle and quiet, not at all as ferocious as when he was wrestling with Bernard. His nostrils flared, he lowered his head and sniffed the palm of his hand, then licked it wetly.
From his posture to his eyes, he is worthy of the reputation of "forest elf". The only thing that ruins the image is the silver satin-like fur, which is now black and flowery, and rolled into clumps with the soil.
It's simply too horrible to look at...
"Hey, you need a bath!"
Gretel stood up on tiptoes and patted its forehead. The white deer snorted, condensed a ball of moonlight, and pressed it on his scratched right front leg. Then he lowered his head further, and the next moment, the world rotated.
The white deer grabbed his collar, raised its neck, and swung it backwards. With a snap, Grete fell to the ground and lay on the deer's back...
...He was wrong. In addition to climbing up with ladders and flying up with flying skills, there are other ways to ride...
"Ahhhhhhh! Where are you going! Let me go! I don't want to swim! You made it dirty but I didn't make it dirty! I don't want to catch a cold in such cold water! ...Help!!!"
In short, Bernard's new mount accepted Gretel in a very unexpected way. The barbarian didn't need to use violence to control it, or even wasn't present at all, and Gretel could safely sit on the deer's back and wander around.
Of course, with the size of this deer, it is enough to accommodate Gretel and Bernard, as well as Cerela, Linn, and Aurora, sitting on it together. Oh, Mr. Trocca can lie on the antlers, Linn's
That golden skull can be strung on antlers...
Grete looked at the antlers in front of him with great satisfaction. They were wide and flat. He had measured them before and found that the width was close to four meters. When marching in the team, it could easily clear the field.
Of course, the wilderness is vast and sparsely populated, so he can walk sideways as he pleases. When he returns to Nevis in the future, he will probably have to take a detour from the countryside every day.
Grete thought wildly and touched the smooth fur on the deer's neck. There were about a dozen branches on the deer's antlers. They were not sharp, and the curvature at the top could be said to be gentle.
Natural IV stand.
Um.
A silver-moon deer like this is standing in the hospital lobby, and there can be a dozen recliners underneath it to accommodate a dozen patients for infusion... It just so happens that this kind of monster itself also has certain healing abilities, and can be used by half a priest.
Perfect!
Grete took out a handful of seeds, spawned vines, and brought green leaves to the Silver Moon Deer's mouth. The white deer turned its head slightly, rolled its long tongue, chewed the leaves and vines, and swallowed them all. Then, it plowed
He scratched his hooves and snorted with satisfaction.
"Bernard, how long do we have to go?"
"Come on, boss! Ahead is the Black Crow Jungle. After passing through the Black Crow Jungle, that's where we will hunt this time!"
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3000 words! Another update completed!
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