Chapter 811: Go to another great mage to find a solution?
Grete's face turned dark. In the open space next to him, Bernard was carrying an iron lump that was taller than his whole body. He was squatting up and down, and after hearing this, he complained:
"The boss should have practiced a long time ago. His teacher, not the one in Nevis, but the one from his hometown, taught by the God of Nature, has been entrusting me to let him practice well so that he can at least run when he encounters the enemy.
As a result, the boss has been busy, busy, very, very busy..."
He was so busy that he couldn't use force and forced his boss to exercise!
"Fortunately, the boss finally figured it out. Alas, if he doesn't think about it anymore, I won't be able to beat him..."
He hasn't been promoted to level 9 yet! The boss is already level 8! If he continues, he will really be unbeatable!
Serila laughed so hard that she laughed. She laughed for a long time, wiped her face, grabbed an unedged long sword from the weapon rack, and waved it, making a whining sound:
"Okay, Gretel, if you really want to be a knight, I will train you. When will you be able to defeat me, and when..."
"When will I die?" Gretel complained with a straight face. Serira, you are a dragon! A dragon! What misunderstanding do you have about your own fighting ability?
Even in the human form, no, in the elf state, you can easily become a warrior above level ten with just your physical strength! Bernard wouldn't dare to fight with you without looking at him...
It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s that he knows they can’t break up with her!
And, Serira, what are you doing with Bernard's training sword? This sword is almost as high as my shoulder! It's wide and thick, more like an iron rod than an iron plate, more like an iron plate than an iron plate.
Iron sword...
Do you want to use this kind of thing to train me? If you swing a stick at me, I can't even bear it with my mage armor!
"Serila, I'm not doing this to improve my fighting ability, I'm just doing it so my hands can be steady during surgery..."
He explained for a long time, and Cerela finally said "Oh", turned the sword, and pointed straight ahead. Her arm was slightly tensed, and the tip of the sword froze, and a streak of light slid silently along the sword's spine.
Grete pointed from the side:
"It's not easy to see if you don't see it this way...Celera, find a fixed object, point it with the tip of your sword, and see if the tip of the sword trembles. This will make it easier to identify -"
With a swish sound, a sharp sword energy was shot out from the unedged iron sword used for training. Gretel jumped back, and the sword energy drew a long straight line on the ground. Cerira took two steps forward, the tip of the sword
Point to the end of the line...
"Oh, it's true! It's really shaking!"
She became competitive and competed with her sword, swiping it back and forth. The tip of the heavy training sword poked at the ground, and in a short time countless small holes were poked out, like a pockmarked face. Cerela endured
He couldn't help pouting and exerting all his strength:
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!... Hey!"
She unknowingly pressed her feet hard and made a deep footprint on the training ground.
Grete explained softly beside him:
"If you don't have enough strength in your hands and can't control your arms, the weapon will tremble. If you change to a lighter sword, it will be much better..."
"Yeah?"
Cerira turned around, turned around, and waved her hand. The iron sword, which was about half the height of a person and probably heavier than Grete, was thrown directly towards the weapon rack - don't! You will break it if you do this!
Before Gretel shouted "Be careful", he saw a ray of light flowing over the iron sword, and then it fell lightly and fell silently on the weapon rack. Gretel smiled bitterly:
Why did you forget Cerira's racial talent, Featherfall Technique, etc. She has been playing as many times as breathing. Throwing such an iron sword is not a problem at all.
With a flick of her backhand, she pulled out a long sword from nowhere. It was brilliant and filled with magical energy. Serila held it in her hand and didn't cherish it very much. She just lowered the tip of the sword like ordinary scrap metal and poked it on the ground.
The tip of the sword swept across, and a straight line fell on the ground, completely parallel to the previous one, without any difference in distance.
"So I still have no strength in my arm! Gretel, you are too weak!"
She sheathed the long sword - or rather, threw the long sword into the storage equipment. Then, she raised her arm and reached out to pinch Gretel's upper arm:
"You have to practice hard!"
Gretel quickly jumped away. He raised his palms and made a pushing gesture, and explained softly:
"A millimeter of tremor in the hand can be transmitted to the end of the surgical instrument, and it will shake several millimeters. When doing delicate surgery, the end of the instrument cannot shake even one millimeter, or even 0.1 millimeter -"
To anastomose blood vessels during neurosurgery, a blood vessel with a diameter of 1 mm must be evenly sutured with 12 needles. Shake out 0.1 mm, and the landing point of this needle must be close to that needle. Then, the sutured blood vessel will be
Dare I leak it to you.
It is indeed useful to increase arm strength, including practicing using a needle holder to open cherries, sew grapes, and peel oranges. But, but...
It has reached such a fine level that it is already very difficult to reach this level by relying solely on training. How on earth did those monsters in Shenwai do it?
...In other words, this is also the reason why neurosurgery stands proudly at the top of the contempt chain of surgery. And this time, what Grete needs to challenge is surgical surgery...
Even if he traveled through time once, even if he advanced to level 8 mage, level 8 priest, and his physical and mental powers were greatly strengthened, Gretel still had no confidence in this kind of surgery. In this aspect, he was not even as good as he was in his previous life.
Ordinary people.
There are specializations in the art industry, but it is nothing more than this.
Serila patiently listened to his explanation, her eyes wandered, and she thought carefully. When it comes to using violence to solve everything, she is good at it. She can shoot it with the dragon claw and make a ball of meat with ease; however, she has to do it so delicately.
operation...
Let her think about whether there is any relevant content in the inherited memory...
The more Serela thought about it, the more she became absorbed in it. Gradually, her silver-blue eyes turned into pure silver, and tiny scale-like patterns appeared on her cheeks, ears, and neck, and her aura gradually rose. Gretel hurried up.
Push her forward:
"Serila! Wake up! Wake up! Don't be in a daze here!"
——The important thing is, don’t turn into a dragon here!
There is a huge dragon's nest up there!
Serila was excited, nodded to Gretel, and ran into the tower in three or two steps. Bernard took off the iron bag on his back with a "clang", wiped the sweat, and smiled naively at Gretel:
"Boss, are you still practicing? Do you want me to help you stretch?"
"……don't want!"
Grete turned around and fled back to the mage tower. The barbarian was not very gentle or serious. Last time he tried to help him stretch his legs, he almost broke his body!
Spread your legs apart and do the splits 180 degrees. That's like hitting the ground hard! Just like that, he also said, "In our tribe, only children need help from adults like this..."
The implication is that adults, even young warriors, have a set of effective training and recovery methods, so adults don’t need to worry about getting started...
But the bones in a child's body are so soft! If you ask an adult to open the hip and try it, the ligaments will be strained on the spot!
Grete ran away. When he returned to the tower, he found that Master Norwood and Aurora, who had finished their work for the day, were laughing and watching the fun at the door. Seeing him come back, Master Norwood took a step forward and bowed his head slightly:
"Boss, there may be a solution to the problem you encountered in the transformation system."
"oh?"
Gretel perked up and immediately turned to stare at him. Master Norwood smiled:
"I understand that you need to protect some very small things that you have to touch during the operation. So, why not add a layer of protection to them before you do it?"
Gretel's eyes lit up, then dimmed. He shook his head slightly:
"I have also thought about this method. - But physical protection, I mean, gauze and the like are too thick and will cause damage. As for magical protection, whether it is mage armor or mage hands, I
I don’t have enough control..."
The mage armor can only be put on one layer on the body, allowing it to flow naturally and protect the whole body. The mage's hands can deform, flatten, roll out, and stretch, and turn it into various magic instruments he wants.
However, if you want to precisely protect the nerves in the vertebral foramen...
He tried, he tried inserting the mage's hand into it and "wrapping" it with a layer of nerves. Then, the mage's hand, which was an entity after all, had a size, crushed the precious and delicate spinal cord.
.
After all, the space in the vertebral foramen is only so big, and there is really only a tiny amount of space that allows him to operate.
"I understand this." Master Norwood smiled softly. He took out a silver coin and activated his spiritual power. Only a thin thread was pulled out from the edge of the silver coin. It was white and bright when it was first pulled out, and it didn't take long.
, and then dimmed visibly to the naked eye.
"Silver is easily oxidized..." Grete muttered in a low voice. Mr. Norwood raised his head and smiled:
"Yes, so magicians of the transformation system will use some small tricks to protect the most delicate parts of magic instruments. Just like this..."
He took out a small piece of rubber, watched as his mental energy condensed, and pulled out a silver thread from the silver coin again. The silver thread grew longer and longer, and the rubber followed and wrapped it up, wrapping the silver thread with a layer of rubber.
Gretel grabbed the silver wire, touched it, and smoothed it out. The rubber was thin and smooth, and the diameter including the silver wire wrapped inside was less than 0.5 mm. From beginning to end, there were no bumps or bumps.
Then I picked it with my nails, and I could pick up a layer casually, leaving a layer of debris in the gaps between my nails. Mr. Norwood said with a smile:
"Workers can wrap a layer of silver wire, but the most precise processing can only be carried out by the mental power of a magician. If it is a more delicate part, it can even be wrapped with a force field, like this -"
Another silver thread swayed out. This time, the silver thread stretched one foot, two feet, one meter, two meters, but it was always brilliant and not dim at all. Only when Gretel concentrated on sensing it did he discover the silver thread.
There is an invisible material power attached to it.
"How do you train to use this kind of mental power? Is there a method?"
Gretel took a step forward, his eyes sparkling and his breathing slightly rapid. Master Norwood shook his head regretfully:
"This is the secret method of the transformation system. I know it, but I don't have permission to teach it to others. Perhaps, boss, you can talk to an archmage?"
Anyway, you know a lot of the bosses of the Alchemy Guild, much more than I do... Maybe someone will teach you the method as soon as they are happy?
This is not a particularly secret matter, it’s just that I don’t have enough authority. Boss, it’s up to you!
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