Grete, who was about to be drained, was weak and walked beside his senior brothers and sisters. That Yanyi was really strong. He wore the Yanyi and remotely controlled it, and the mental loss was many times that of directly operating the skeleton!
He also needs to be distracted to sense the situation of the alien creature in the muscles, whether it may enter the bloodstream, and whether it may enter other human tissues... Ah, can you let the dark gold skeleton carry him on his back?
He is so tired!
"Little Gretel, that silver skull, I'll pay you back later, senior sister." Archmage Philby walked slowly, the skirt of her skirt dropped slightly, without the fluttering demeanor before. It was obvious that the previous injuries and surgeries had really affected her.
A little tired.
Gretel forced a smile and was not polite to her. It was not like she could not afford the money as her own senior sister. Although Gretel wanted more to leave him a piece of the blood-sucking moss...
If you can't study it, it's still good to take a look. Even if you don't give it to him now, you can give it to him when he reaches level ten or above!
"No!" As if she had seen through his thoughts, Archmage Philby shook her head gently, her eyes shining brightly:
"I can't give you that moss! Little Gretel, before you were level 15, you couldn't even take a look at that moss unless we were around! Its essence is a level 18 moss monster!"
So there is still a chance to see it, right? Grete considered his own life and acquiesced to the arrangement of his senior brother and sister. Archmage Philbi sighed and patted him on the shoulder:
"Little Gretel, hurry up and advance! Your current ability is still far behind when it comes to treating high-level transcendental beings!"
Gretel nodded silently. It was really bad to feel that someone close to him was injured, but he couldn't do anything about it, and he needed someone to protect him even when he was close. It was cured successfully this time, but what if it doesn't go well next time?
"Little Gretel, you care so much about the safety of ordinary people that you rarely look at the higher-ups." Archmage Baierbo also spoke next to him:
"At the level of high-level extraordinary beings, various energy injuries, extraordinary-level creatures and toxins, conflicts and disorders of mental power, and blood distortion are the main causes of injuries. You seem to... rarely care.
These?"
Grete lowered his head silently. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I don’t understand! The nature of magic, how magic energy works in the body, what kind of impact it will have on cells, and how to straighten it out...
I don’t understand any of this! If you ask me how to treat it, I’ve even heard about the giant-size and miniaturization techniques, how to compress and expand the human body, and whether it makes the cells larger or smaller, or more or less, and I don’t understand.
have no idea!
I don’t understand, so of course I don’t dare to reach out. Like this time, if the injuries on the senior brothers and sisters were not very simple, I wouldn’t dare to come up with ideas to help...
"Little Gretel, you have to work harder." The group of people walked out of the auxiliary tower of the conjuration system. Byerbo stopped and raised his head and looked back:
"There are currently no legendary level healers in the Council. If a legendary mage is injured, it will be very, very troublesome!"
Gretel nodded heavily. The teacher... is also a legendary mage. The distance between an 18th-level mage and a legend is not necessarily that small compared to the distance between a 7th-level mage and an 18th-level mage. This involves the difference in the essence of life.
He couldn't handle the injuries of his senior brothers and sisters. If the teacher was injured, would Archmage Bielsa also be unable to handle it?
As for the Lord of Thunder, as a legend of the Evocation system, he is undoubtedly the main output of the Council. If a fight really breaks out, he will definitely charge forward!
Gretel returned to his mage tower with a heavy heart, and asked SS to pull the copper wire to artificially make various thunder nets. He closed his eyes, pulled a black cloth to cover his head, and then added a darkness spell to his forehead, and started Exercise your sensory abilities.
The first step, the second step, the third step...
Snap!
The estimate was wrong. Fortunately, SS adjusted the output in time and adjusted the voltage on these copper wires to 12v. It only hit a little and was not injured. Gretel sighed, returned to the original place, sensed again, and started again. .
One step, two steps, three steps...
Snap!
"Ah, it's already 220 volts of alternating current. Why is it so difficult to sense it? Does it have to be raised to one thousand volts, two thousand volts, or even higher in order to be able to sense it? But in this case, it would not be possible to sense it while standing in the room. It’s safe!”
It's really difficult to close off one's original senses and rely solely on mental power to sense... It feels like an organ has been forcibly created in one's body!
Grete practiced hard for one day, two days, three days, and after half a week, he still didn't get started. Although the time limit given by the teacher was one month, if there were no preliminary results in one week, he felt that he would be miserable... …
"Ahhh... So how should I practice perception... It's too difficult for me, I can't find the door at all... It would be great if there is some quick way..."
On the way from the hospital, Gretel lay on the back of the Silver Moon Deer and lamented feebly. Appa's ears perked up, and he suddenly turned around and ran out into the wilderness behind the hospital.
"Apa? Appa, where are you going?"
Grete raised his body slightly, and was knocked hard by the Silver Moon Deer, causing him to fall down again.
The eighth-level monster was running at full speed. It was more exciting than racing a convertible on the highway. The wind was like a knife on the face. Without the long hair on the deer's neck to block the wind, Gretel always felt that his face would be blown. Scrape off a layer of skin.
After running out for 15 minutes, Grete didn't recognize the surrounding scenery at all. After running out for 30 minutes, Apa jumped directly into the sea. The waves rolled up and Grete was soaked in an instant.
Gretel hurriedly added a bunch of spells to fix his body and breathe in water. The Silver Moon Deer let go of its speed and swam hard. Before the sun set, the land was already far behind.
In the setting sun, the silhouette of a small island rose in the waves. Appa suddenly plunged down and went directly to the bottom of the water. Undercurrents rushed towards him, and among the rocks, schools of fish exploded in panic.
Gretel was buried on the deer's neck and was carried through the darkness by it. His eyes could not see anything, and his ears could not understand the sound of running water. He naturally released his mental power, and soon he found an underwater cave in front of him.
Appa carried him and went straight in. He rose, rose, and finally stepped on the waterless ground with his four hooves. He took Gretel down and shook his fur beside him.
Raindrops of water hit his head and face. But Grete had no time to complain:
In the darkness, his mental power opened up a beautiful picture ahead for him. In the pool and on the cave wall, there were little flowers blooming everywhere...
Clear and transparent flowers that can be seen without the use of eyes.
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