It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 893: The world where only Gretel was injured has been achieved (Night Dream Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Update 3)
Chapter 893: The world where only Gretel was injured has been achieved (Night Dream Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Update 3)
"What? Pressure? Me?"
Cerela pointed blankly at the tip of her nose. Seeing Archmage Philbi nodding with a smile, she turned her palm over and put her four fingers together. Her thumb and the four fingers behind her were slightly bent at the same time, and they curved and pressed down:
"Card!"
Blinking, looking into Master Philby's eyes, he continued blinking.
Archmage: "..."
No, I don’t mean to put you on his shoulders, or on top of his head, or anywhere...
With your strength, if you press your shoulders, they will collapse; if you press the top of your head, your skull may be broken!
You also have a lot of strength in your human form, it's not like we don't know about it!
She was madly complaining in her heart, and with a smile on her face, she continued to explain to Serira. What she wanted was dragon power, and what she wanted was to use the dragon's natural attributes to oppress Gretel and let him fight, so as to break through the shackles.
I don’t want you to actually take action!
No need to move even one little finger!
"Well... okay then..."
Cerira stood up from the grill, inhaled deeply, inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes and opened them again. In an instant, her eyes changed from beautiful silver-blue to bright silver:
"Hey!"
Old Morgan's men gave him a meal.
Grete seized the opportunity, rolled and climbed, and escaped several meters away. He leaned against the tree, exhausted and panting:
"...You want to chop me to death!"
Archmage Philby: "..."
Old Morgan: "..."
Serira: "...What should I do? I am not very good at controlling myself in human form... It seems like old Morgan is influenced by me and looks bigger..."
She looked left and right. In theory, this training ground was big enough for her to return to her original shape; but Grete, Mr. Norwood and others did not approve of her training in non-emergency situations.
It turns into a dragon shape on the outside.
To put it simply, I just feel that since she is still young and inexperienced, it would be better for her and Gretel’s safety if her identity is not revealed...
If it was for her own sake, Serira would be a little unconvinced. At any rate, she has advanced now and is considered an adult dragon. She has also accepted the inherited memory of the dragon clan at this stage. Although her experience is still a bit lacking, her adaptability is still a bit lacking.
However, if it is for Gretel, just be restrained, just be restrained...
"Hey, old Morgan!" she shouted, raising her voice:
"Would it affect the effectiveness of Grete's training on a relatively open flat ground?"
Of course it's not like being in the mountains. The terrain is complex, there are many vegetation, and Annevia is squatting next to her, spawning vines or something from time to time...
Old Morgan's words reached the tip of his tongue. He turned his head and saw Cerira raising her palm, with her fingers forming claws, making a gesture. Old Morgan understood instantly:
"It won't have a big impact! I can control it!"
"That's good! Gretel! Let's go to the top floor!"
Cerela shouted loudly.
Everyone moved forward in a mighty manner and collectively moved their targets.
Bernard carried his grill, and Master Norwood commanded the invisible servants to help him carry ungrilled lamb skewers, lamb chops, lamb legs and chicken wings. Annevia walked beside him, holding a small basket of various kinds of food.
Mushrooms and vegetables;
Aurora took a trip to the kitchen, and when she came out there was a floating dish behind her. The aroma of various desserts on the floating dish was overflowing;
Old Morgan carried the wooden sword and stared at Gretel almost as if he was escorting him, always on guard against his escape;
Grete was sweating profusely and his back was soaked. With one deep kick and one shallow kick, Gretel forced himself to leave the flat ground in front of the mage tower and walk out of the field with the momentum of marching...
The elevator closed, went up, and when it opened again, the Dragon's Nest was already in front of us. Cerira was the first to jump out, followed by Gretel. Next, Bernard, Aurora and others stood in the elevator, stunned.
Legs stiff
brilliant.
It was brilliant.
Golden light and silver light intertwined together. A sea of silver coins was dotted with large pieces of gold coins, like light foam on the top of the waves. And among the gold coins, beautiful jewelry loomed from time to time, shining brightly...
The whole scene is like a dream.
"This is... Cerela's bed?!"
Bernard murmured. There was a clang in his hand, and the two-meter-long grill fell to the ground, and the charcoal fire spilled out. He screamed when he was burned, and he quickly shook and kicked, relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, all the charcoal fire was spread.
Kicked out of the elevator.
Annevia quickly summoned a few water balloons and splashed them on the grill. Then she helped Bernard push the grill out of the elevator, found a place and arranged it from beginning to end, without squinting or daring to do more.
Take a look at that gold coin bed.
She considers herself to be an orthodox nature priest, who is hardworking and simple, with a pure heart and no desires. As long as there is a breeze, flowing water, forest and animals, she does not need anything. However, the impact of so many gold and silver coins piled together is still too strong...
Calm down, calm down... Money is of no use to nature priests... Plants don't need money to grow, and animals don't need money to reproduce... Forget it, don't read it...
Annevia was mumbling something, Aurora lowered her head and only dared to stare at the desserts in the floating dish, and Master Norwood stared at the grill, concentrating on the heat of each ingredient... The exact same sentence floated in everyone's heart:
Is this something we can see?
This is us, a group of humans who are less than level 10, can we watch it for free? No, can we watch it without giving up our lives?
Even Archmage Philby took a deep breath and managed to keep her expression unchanged.
Calm down, calm down. This pile of silver coins may seem like a lot, but in fact it only amounts to 10,000...20,000 at most...certainly no more than 100,000 gold coins?
All the instruments in your laboratory combined are several times that of that. There is no need for you to freeze up when you see the bed of silver coins... This is not a bed of gold coins!
Maintain your composure and magnanimity as a level 16 archmage!
Little Gretel is really generous in coaxing girls... Then again, if it were another adult dragon, this silver coin bed would have to be replaced with a gold coin bed before it could be given away, right?
Even old Morgan couldn't move. He carefully observed his surroundings, shouldered his wooden sword, and walked to the corner farthest from the silver coin bed:
"Come on, let's fight here!"
He greeted Grete. Grete had a frown on his face, glanced at his senior sister, and shuffled over:
Senior sister, if you want me to watch the legendary battle, just arrest people, why do you want me to advance to the knight as a reward... As a knight, my survivability will not be much better!
You might as well urge me to advance to level nine mage quickly! In other words, I feel like I am just one step away from becoming a mage, although I still don’t know where this kick is...
"Gretel, work harder!"
The shouts of joy rang out. They hit the wall of the dragon's lair and made a rumbling echo, with the crisp sound of rolling metal. However, Serela had already changed back to her original form, lying down comfortably on the bed of gold and silver coins, her tail swaying:
"Just wait and see! When you become a knight, I will prepare delicious food for you! Once you become a knight, you can eat meat!"
This...this is not necessary...
Gretel only had time to look back, and then he swung his sword vigorously to meet the wooden sword chopped off by old Morgan. After just a few exchanges, Gretel felt that something was not right:
Old Morgan's shot this time seems to be a little slower and less flexible? In short, it doesn't seem to be that threatening?
"Stop!" Archmage Philby had already noticed something was wrong. She shouted loudly:
"Gretel, is there anything on you that can resist mental shock? That [Endless Ink Pen]? Take it off! Is there anything else? Take it all off!"
"Well……"
Grete really forgot about this thing. The main reason is that these pieces of equipment are always worn with him. To him, they are as common as eating and drinking. Take down the endless ink pen; [Philosopher's Rose] the tie clip given by your Excellency, from
Take it out of your pocket...
Just like taking out your mobile phone, textbooks, and cheat sheets when you go to the exam room, take them out honestly, put them on the floating saucer and push them far away. After unloading all the equipment, you immediately felt something was wrong:
My heart was beating very fast, my breathing was rapid, and my feet felt as if there were a thousand kilograms of weight on my feet. Sweat broke out uncontrollably on my forehead and on my spine.
This won't work... You have to advance quickly. If you don't advance, you won't even be able to get past Serila in the future!
He roared, clenched his sword, and rushed forward with all his strength. Against the shadow of Old Morgan's sword falling like snowflakes, he swung his sword, swung his sword, swung his sword!
"It seems like I've grown a lot."
"I'm playing better than before, and I'm very energetic."
Norwood mage and Aurora each assigned a piece of equipment and huddled in the corner and whispered. Although Annevia was at a lower level, her resistance to dragon power was better. She stood next to Bernard and discussed with him:
"I feel a little worse."
"Yes, it is indeed a bit worse. The pressure given is not enough..."
"Either old Morgan works harder, or Cerela works harder..."
"It's hard for me to see... The main reason is that he knows in his heart that neither of these two will really hurt him. If he's not afraid, he can't be energetic..."
While chatting in low voices, Gretel had gone from rushing forward to retreating. His moves gradually became scattered, and his offense turned into defense. From the corner, he retreated step by step towards the center of the hall:
"crunch"
Without any warning, the heel of his muddy boot stepped on a silver coin and crushed it hard.
The silver vertical boy suddenly narrowed his eyes. Cerira raised her head slightly, propped herself up from the bed of silver coins, and flapped her wings subconsciously.
"Roar"
Inside the dragon's nest, a strong wind blew.
Grete's breath was suffocated. At the same time, old Morgan took a step forward with all his strength, resisting the dragon's power, raised his sword and brought it down!
In an instant, Gretel's hair grew cold.
He subconsciously raised his sword to block. As soon as the two swords touched, a strong force came from his hand, pressing the steel sword straight down to the top of his head. One foot, half a foot, three inches, one inch...
With a plop, Grete knelt down on one knee and tried his best to carry it with his shoulders, knees, and whole body. It was not enough, not enough...
That simple wooden sword was full of murderous intent, as if it was going to split open his skull at the next moment! Grete's arms trembled, and they gradually bent downwards. A thousand kilograms of weight weighed heavily on his back, making him unable to move and unable to escape. escape.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
From the Dantian, from the spine, and from the whole body, a strong force suddenly burst out, pushing the wooden sword back hard!
"success!"
"finished!"
"Knight! Knight! Knight!"
Old Morgan put away his sword and stood up, smiling slightly. Archmage Philby put away the hidden mental induction spell and smiled quietly. The onlookers had already swarmed up, lifted Gretel up, and threw it high into the air:
"Gretel! You are great! You are finally a knight!"
"Banquet! Banquet! Banquet!"
"Boss, wait! I'll grill you right away!"
"Ugh... ugh..."
Tired, exciting, and all kinds of throwing and throwing. Gretel was spinning around, lying on the ground, vomiting loudly. The smell of meat, wine, vegetables, mushrooms, and desserts...
I'm sorry, he really can't take a bite...
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