Chapter 823 Gretel: Coach, I want to be a knight! (Monthly ticket adds 5 updates)
Archmage Carlisle’s face turned dark on the spot.
Old Morgan's face also turned dark.
He plucked at the herbs that Cerela pulled out one after another, and his voice trembled.
"Ten-year-old blue evil roots grow on the mountain walls. Silver-backed vines bloom only after the full moon. Lady of the Night only grows on gold mines. Golden Phalaenopsis Bird Feather Jade Wing Red Angel La Crystal Orchid
These are potions that knights, even great knights, are reluctant to use when performing important tasks! Some of them are the main ingredients of potions used by knights to pass levels when they advance!
Like the blood-red angel trumpet, one small flower is enough for a dose of [Cure Fatal Wounds] potion! In this big bucket, there are a pile of fluffy flowers, one or two hundred of them!
Like that Toba Tama, only the bird monsters above level ten died on the stone peaks of the barren hills. The flesh and blood on their bodies were not eaten, and slowly soaked into the rock formations, giving birth to vine fruits. Adding a little to the potion can add style to the knights.
Tie strength!
There is also the crystal orchid, which is the cleanest herb that grows inexplicably in the darkest forest.
It arises inexplicably and is inexplicable. It has no seeds and no roots. This kind of medicinal material is a magic medicine that activates holy power and cleanses away filth and plague! Each one must be placed in a crystal box, not just randomly.
Freeze it with ice cubes!
There are so many medicinal herbs, whether they are used for bathing or bathing, there is no need to worry about the conflict of medicinal properties, even if the medicinal properties are suitable
"You're not afraid of soaking him to death!"
"Ah. Oh
Cerira silently pulled the bucket back. After thinking about it, she pushed it towards Old Morgan and raised a smile:
"Then see what you can use! Use whatever you want! You can also use it for him," pointing at Gretel;
"You can use it for him," he drew a big circle with his finger, all the way from Bernard to Annevia;
"It's okay for you to use!"
With a muffled bang, the big iron barrel hit old Morgan's chest, knocking the 14th-level veteran warrior back two steps.
Old Morgan didn't even have time to hold up the iron bucket. He stared at Cerela, his voice cracking:
"These? All? You-
Do you know how valuable these medicinal materials are? Go to the God of War Temple, take out the extra materials, and exchange them with other temples for the missing ones. It will be enough for the temple for a year!
"Oh, I'm just picking these for fun!" Cerela waved her hand impatiently:
"Like this crystal orchid, just look at its beautiful silvery flowers; like this bird feather, I just happened to pick it up on a certain mountain; some of them I don't know where they came from - I have no use for it anyway! You can use it
Just right, take it and take it!”
"Pick it and play with it"
Old Morgan's breath was blocked in his chest again. Fortunately, Cerela had let him go. The mage took out a large piece of water from another large bucket:
The meat was trembling, the steam was steaming, and it left the bones and fell down as soon as it came out of the pot. It had obviously been stewed until it was crispy. Grete looked at it in a daze:
How many hours have I been training? Three hours? Or four hours? I remember there is no pressure cooker in the mage tower! Is this already stewed?
While she was thinking about it, Cerela took out a large bowl from nowhere, summoned a stream of water from the bucket, filled the bowl with meat and soup, took two steps forward, and put it directly into Grete's hand:
"You must be exhausted! Drink some broth! Don't worry, these are cooked with the meat of level five monsters, you won't be full!"
Gretel was also extremely thirsty. When he saw that the bowl was in his hand, he didn't feel the heat. He casually summoned a mage's hand, turned it into a spoon, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth -
I poured the spoonful of soup into my mouth and spurted it out on the spot:
puff!'
So hot!
So hot!
Why is it so hot!
The skin on the roof of my mouth was burned off -
With tears in his eyes, he threw healing spells into his mouth, water-generating spells, freezing rays into the water-generating spells, and cleansing spells on Cerela - just now, in desperation, he sprayed Cerela all over her body!
It's scalding to death. It's scalding to death. Why isn't it hot when you hold it in your hand? But it's so hot when you pour it into your mouth!
"Oh, I was just thinking about insulating the bowl.
On the opposite side, Cerela looked apologetic, throwing healing spells at him, and freezing spells into bowls and soup pots. Gretel couldn't laugh or cry: You just thought that the bowl would burn my hand, why didn't you think that the soup in the bowl would burn me?
Even if it burned my mouth, I stupidly took it and thought it wasn't hot, so I drank it directly. At least I could see the heat!
Looking back, Cerela dropped a freezing ray, and a thin layer of ice instantly formed on the top of the soup pot. The ice layer spread, spreading, covering the top of the soup pot with an ice cap, and even freezing the entire wall of the barrel.
Stop for a moment, click
There was a crisp sound under the ice. However, the fire did not stop, and the soup did not stop boiling, directly exploding cracks in the ice above. Cerira quickly stuck out her tongue, removed the flame, and threw another
The freezing ray went down. The boiling liquid surface gradually calmed down, and a monster leg bone was vaguely exposed under the thick foam.
Old Morgan's eyes twitched when he saw it. A level 5 monster, even he couldn't feed him every day. What kind of rich man is this elf lady?
Archmage Carlisle held his forehead and sighed.
"Miss Cerela, Gretel's physical combat power is only equivalent to a first- and second-level warrior, a fifth-level monster, etc. He can't eat too much.
Do you really want to overwhelm him to death with this big pot of soup?
"It's okay! Let's drink together!'
Serila waved her hand proudly.
Endurance training, strength training, flexibility training, and combat training. After the training, there was herbal soup, World of Warcraft meat to eat, and someone gave a relaxing massage. Of course, Grete never touched the side of the herbs provided by Cerela.
Old Morgan sorted them all into categories, instructed Bernard to put them away, and wrote out a new list of medicinal soups. As he was putting them away, the muscles on his face twitched, as if he were mourning for his concubine.
Why couldn't I have met these people earlier? If I had met them ten or twenty years earlier, whether it was medicine or food ingredients that could make up for my losses, I would have advanced to level 15!
On the other hand, Grete can still drink two sips of Warcraft broth. It’s not much. Old Morgan strictly controls the amount he takes. The first-level Warcraft can consume up to one kilogram a day, and if it is a second-level Warcraft, the maximum is 200 grams. Do you want to drink more?
"If you don't exercise enough, you will gain weight!"
With the sound of "getting fat", Cerira immediately took the soup pot back and never let Gretel touch it again.
Under this kind of high-intensity training, which can even be called luxury, Gretel steadily advanced to a second-level fighter in half a month. Old Morgan was not in a hurry:
Grete gave him a [pain-delaying] device, which was attached to the lumbar spine to block pain at a specific point. Once used, it lasted for eight hours, and he would no longer be rolling around in pain at night and unable to sleep all night long.
The pain was temporarily relieved, and he gave even more dedicated guidance to Gretel and others. The benefits of Gretel's advancement were also considerable:
My waist is no longer sore, and my legs are no longer painful. I used to be out of breath after running a lap in a weight-bearing suit, but now I feel energetic after running two laps. During the operation, the surgical instruments vibrated much less under the microscope.
It's almost the same as when I used [Barbarian Bull Power] in the past. Well, if I add it a little more, even if I don't use my mental power to protect my nerves, Ying Dan won't cause any harm.
In half a month, Gretel performed five surgeries to correct scoliosis on five warriors sent from the Temple of the God of War. The operation became easier and easier, and the operation became more comfortable. The five cured cases were sent back, and the entire Temple of the God of War
, were all stirred up slightly. After five surgeries, Bishop Salem came to visit again:
When can the surgery for high-level knights be performed?
How is the reward calculated?
Old Morgan is paying his debt with his life, no, he is paying his debt with his guidance, but Gretel obviously does not need a second mentor. At the Temple of the God of War, more than one high-level knight came to inquire about him!
Gretel:
Wait a minute, I'll go to Black Crow Swamp to inquire about it first!
For a moment, Bishop Salem was horrified.
What are you doing in Black Crow Swamp?
To perform an operation on a knight from the Temple of the God of War, why did you go to Black Crow Swamp to inquire about something?!
You don’t want to collude with them and make the knights of the God of War into something weird, right? For example, a black knight, a death knight, etc.
Bishop Salem's eyes were wandering, and he was thinking wildly. Grete looked embarrassed and coughed, while Serela laughed and said:
"The high-level knight may not be able to cut it. I need to go to Black Crow Swamp to find out if there are any corpses of high-level warriors in stock that I can lend him to try his hand at cutting."
Bishop of Salem:
He looked, looked down, left, and right. Yes, compared to half a month ago, Grete's face was much rosier, and his momentum had also increased. In general, on the road of being a warrior, it is true that
Made some progress -
But there is still a long way to go before becoming a knight.
Obviously, a high-level knight above level 10 may not be able to cut through the skin even if he doesn't mobilize any strength and just stands there and lets him cut.
"Or I can ask if there are any sharp weapons collected in the temple that can increase attack power?'
Bishop Salem pondered the suggestion. Gretel immediately shook his head:
"Just cutting the skin is useless! After cutting the skin, you have to stretch out the layers of muscles, clamp the blood vessels, correct the direction of the bones, and cut off the overgrown parts of the vertebrae.
He casually released [Silent Phantom], gestured, and showed the surgical process in fast forward:
"Besides, it's not the surgical instrument I'm used to, and it will be deformed when I operate it.
Bishop Salem's eyelids jumped. He looked at Gretel carefully, and then weighed the probability that a level 2 warrior could break the bones of a high-level knight.
"What are you going to do if you really can't do it?"
"Use the dark gold skeleton sent by His Excellency [Immortal] for surgery." Gretel immediately gave a backup plan. After talking about plan one, he pointed at Cerela:
"Or, let her operate according to my instructions. Of course, if I can cut it myself, that would be best."
Grete showed an embarrassed smile. Bishop Salem rubbed his forehead in embarrassment and sighed:
"Forget it, I'm going to ask if there is any collection in the God of War Temple.
"I don't want any living people! Even if they are prisoners, I don't want any living people, even if they volunteer to be cut by me!"
Gretel immediately gave instructions. Bishop Salem's eyelids twitched:
How do you know I'm doing this?
Facts have proved that after excluding the option of living people, the Temple of the God of War does not have fresh, muscular corpses that meet Gretel's requirements to lend out.
On the other hand, Black Crow Swamp is as reliable as ever and has expertise in corpse preservation. Moreover, he is as generous as ever to Grete:
"Come on! Cut it as you like! Of course, if you are willing to cut it in the big demonstration hall and let everyone see it, that would be the best
Gretel almost ran away.
The result of repeated tests is that Gretel at this stage has filled up all the buffs: giant strength, bull's strength belt, scalpel attachment [advanced magic weapon], corpse muscle release [touch of exhaustion] to relax muscles
It's still very difficult to cut. According to the estimate of Bishop Ares, when Gretel advances to become a knight, he will probably be able to cut steadily.
Gretel: Old Morgan, please train me as much as you can! I want to be a knight!
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