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Chapter 923 Gretel: This is not how you treat infectious diseases!

 Before Gretel had time to react, Raton had already rushed in front of him. He opened his arms, faced the indigenous warriors, and raised his voice:

"Hey, we don't mean any harm!"

He put his palm forward and shook it vigorously twice to show the other party that he was harmless. However, the soldiers on the opposite side sneered:

"Baby! Go aside!"

"Immature little baby! Don't talk!"

"How do those people know he is underage?" Cerela asked quietly. Grete stood on tiptoes and looked ahead, without even turning his head to the side.

"Maybe it's because there are no tattoos or colors on his face. Raton said he is still undergoing adult trials... Maybe he has to pass the trials and become an adult warrior before he can do this?"

During the one-and-a-half-month voyage, he also brought a lot of information about the New World. While studying spells, he occasionally read to refresh his mind. Although he still couldn't quite tell the difference between this tribe and that tribe, he still knew the general situation.

A little bit.

When the two people were whispering to each other, there was already a quarrel in front of them. Laton waved his hands and tried to raise his voice:

"The person behind me is the distinguished Grand Wizard! Even though he is from outside, he is also the Grand Wizard! Look at me, do I look like I can fly? He was the one who took me down from above just now!"

He turned around and pointed at the top of the mountain, then pointed aggressively at the group of colorful adult warriors in front:

"You guys who only know brute force must show enough respect when facing the Great Witch Festival!"

Well……

Grete painfully suspected that there might be some translation problems with his constant "knowledge of language". Or do these New World natives refer to all people with spellcasting skills as shamans or great shamans?

But one's own people cannot destroy one's own people. Gretel pointed to the side, and a burst of fire burst out, rushing 10 meters away before gradually dissipating, leaving behind hot and twisted air;

Then he waved his hand again, and a bright white ball of light swayed down. It fell on Laton. Some of the chapped frostbite on the young man's earlobes and fingers took an immediate effect and disappeared.

"I am a healer." He raised his voice: "We have just arrived here. We are not the ones who brought the plague, and we have no malicious intentions. As long as you allow us to pass, we will not enter your residence or even come into contact with anyone.

, will only leave quickly."

Several indigenous warriors looked at each other, and their eyes burst out with blazing light... Gretel suspected that their eyes had built-in light-gathering and reflective effects, which could amplify the brightness of the healing light ball ten times and then reflect it out.

The leading soldier, whose hair on one side was cut short enough to expose his ears and whose hair on the other side was braided, pondered for a moment and said in a low voice:

"You wait!"

After saying a few instructions in a low voice, an almost bald warrior beside him nodded and ran away, obviously going back to report the news. Seeing this, Gretel took two steps back and leaned under the big tree he had chosen before.

, meditate with all your heart.

Take your time and ask the big tree for directions!

Mr. Trocca was in a daze when he escaped. Except for some particularly obvious landmarks, he couldn't remember them! Big trees are more reliable. I asked many big trees along the way and they all said they could remember them.

smell!

Come, tell me, what's around here, how should we go next... huh?

The mental power continued to extend forward along with the big trees and shrubs. Pushing further, pushing further, constantly greeting the surrounding vegetation. Suddenly, in the perception, a very strange thing suddenly appeared:

A highlight.

A very obvious bright spot in the wilderness.

It's not as bright as Cerela, teacher or senior fellow apprentices, but it is down-to-earth and honest. It stands there steadily, as if it will not be shaken for hundreds of years.

Around the bright spot, there are some light spots like fireflies, shining brightly around. Some are bright, some are dark, and some seem to be so dark that they are about to go out... And the brightest spot suddenly swells and shakes as if it is about to go out.

generally.

Then, another light spot left the group, getting closer and closer to me, getting closer, getting closer...

"Dear Great Witch Festival!"

A shout interrupted Gretel's meditation. Gretel suddenly opened his eyes. The bald warrior who had run away before was panting and shouting, running towards him from afar. Behind him, there were two other warriors, who were running in exactly the same way, with expressions on their faces.

Even the paint couldn't cover up my flushed face.

"Dear Great Witch Festival!" The bald warrior ran five steps in front of Gretel, braked suddenly, and bent down deeply:

"We, Hasaba Witch Sacrifice, please come to our tribe! We have many people sick! Many, many people! Hasaba Witch Sacrifice has no other options. He told us that we must seek help from the respected Great Witch Sacrifice!"

Gretel: "..."

Sure enough, healing techniques are popular everywhere.

He just nodded, and the two warriors behind him had already rushed up, saluted, turned, and unfolded a thing in front of him. The bald warrior and the long-braided warrior who had given orders before raised their hands at the same time:

Grete looked at it and saw that it looked like a sedan... Well, probably, a piece of black leather was tightly stretched between two wooden poles. It looked like a sedan in a big way, but it was probably a sliding pole in a small way.

Or a stretcher?

So, are you asking him to come up and be carried to the station by them? In short, Gretel will not sit on this thing, and he will not sit on it even if he dies. He twitched the corner of his mouth and released it for himself and Valencimo.

Got the phantom colt and mounted the horse:

"lead the way!"

The phantom pony spread its hooves and ran towards the sunset, and soon arrived at the settlement of this tribe. In the dusk, Gretel saw a middle-aged man in the distance, wearing a feather crown on his head, wearing a brightly colored body, decorated with various feathers and

The beaded leather robe came over in a hurry:

"Guests from afar! Please save the Red Stone Tribe! The ferocious devil is raging in the tribe, and I really have no choice!"

This is their tribe’s... Grand Witch Festival?

Gretel seemed to have returned to the northern wilderness and saw the elders of the barbarian tribes. Oh, maybe they should be called shamans? He quickly put on an anti-epidemic suit for himself, stretched out his hand far away, and made a "stop" gesture:

"Please take me to see the Great Witch Festival of the Red Stone Tribe. As a healer, I am willing to do my part when facing patients."

The middle-aged man bowed and hurriedly led him in. Soon, Grete saw the settlement of this tribe.

A small area of ​​houses. Each house is round and slightly taller than a person's head. It is similar in size to a small yurt. Two tree trunks are supported at the door, supporting a straw mat that may be woven from reeds, which serves as a porch.

's roof.

Gretel followed the middle-aged man and stepped into the house. The edge of the house was surrounded by a platform about a foot above the ground, which was piled with hay and furs. Two or three patients were lying on it, and the rest were busy, giving them

Wipe the body, bring water, comfort, sing...

"What are they all doing here?"

Gretel stepped in and immediately exited:

"Let them all go out! Isolate them separately! How can such a severe infectious disease be crowded together!"

"But," the witch priest of the Red Stone Tribe said blankly:

"When someone is in trouble, relatives and friends should accompany him and give him strength! If we all abandon him, how can he escape the claws of the devil?"

Grete closed her eyes in pain.

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