It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 928: Being intercepted by the natives, it seems that the cowpox is not enough...
Chapter 928: Being intercepted by the natives, it seems that the cowpox is not enough...
Gretel Don Monk Nordmark continued his journey. Well, he, Serira, Bernard, Mr. Valencimo, and Appa happened to be the five people who learned the scriptures, that's right.
As for the aboriginal boy Laton, I think he needs to be accompanied on the way to seek Buddhist scriptures, otherwise he would never take the wrong path for thousands of miles?
Do you rely on the Great Sage to do somersaults and stand high in the sky to look around to correct the direction?
Of course, Gretel doesn't need any kind of company. The flowers, plants, trees and shrubs around him can guide him, which is better than any kind of company.
But Laton followed shamelessly, looking for a campsite, firewood, and food to eat, negotiating with tribes along the way to prove their identity...
It was not easy to go through all kinds of efforts just to learn the fish bone removal spell. Gretel felt that spending a phantom pony spell to take him away every day was not too much of a loss.
After the reindeer tribe came the black fox tribe, and after the black fox tribe came the beaver tribe. Grete's oak staff head also had a black fox tail and a pair of beaver incisors. But his mood became increasingly dull.
, like dark clouds under low pressure before rain.
When setting off from the New World, I took with me 5,000 doses of cowpox vaccine. I have used nearly 1,000 of them during this trip.
And along the way, as far as the eye can see, the plague is getting worse and worse. In the Red Stone Tribe, the number of seriously ill and dying patients is about 5%. When it comes to the Reindeer Tribe, it rises to nearly 10%, and when it comes to the Black Fox Tribe and
The Beaver Tribe has approached 15%.
Grete guessed that this smallpox was spread all the way from the west and south of the New World. Therefore, the farther west you go, the more people will be sick; the further you go south, the more people will be sick.
There is still an endless plain here, which cannot stop the flow of people. It is very easy to run from one tribe to another.
When we first landed, we didn’t see any natives suffering from smallpox in the eastern region. Maybe it had something to do with the mountains blocking the flow of people?
However, this is the Great Plains... I wonder if the river can stop people... Gretel raised his head and looked into the distance. There was another sparkling river in front of him. Should he stay by the river tonight, or should he cross the river and walk further?
The phantom pony landed silently and walked all the way to the river. Before it could stand still, in the dusk, someone shouted from the other side of the river in the distance:
"Who is this? This is the territory of the Kestrel tribe! Don't come here!"
Here it comes again, here it comes again. Grete rolled his eyes silently, and next to him, the indigenous boy Laton raised his voice and shouted back:
"Passing by! We are healers!"
"Passing by where?"
"Beaver tribe!" Raton took the oak staff from Gretel's hand, held it high, and showed off a large list of souvenirs on it:
"We came all the way from the east coast, and these are gifts given by them to treat various tribes! It proves that we are friends! We have no ill intentions, and we are also willing to treat the Kestrel tribe if necessary!"
"Don't come over!"
The other side shouted even louder. Not only did they shout, they also raised their long bows, stretched their bows and nocked arrows, and gestured towards the river bank:
"Our tribe and the Beaver tribe are enemies! You are their friends, so you are not allowed to cross the border! Otherwise, we will fight you too!"
Okay... okay. Grete shrugged and decided not to challenge the opponent directly and ask for trouble. Well, they are enemies and no one is allowed to pass. It should be able to cut off personnel exchanges and prevent the spread of smallpox, right?
They released the mage's hut on the river bank and had a good night's rest. Early the next morning, after running a long way downstream, they took advantage of the fact that there were no patrols here and took off directly into the air, flying over the river bank.
You can't put up a cordon everywhere!
Four phantom horses and a silver moon deer let go of their hooves and ran all the way. When they reached the top of the sun, there was a sudden eagle call in front of them, and a giant eagle with a wingspan of more than two meters swooped down.
No, when the giant eagle got close to Gretel, he realized that it was not an eagle, but a kestrel that had been enlarged many times!
A magical beast domesticated by the Kestrel tribe?
Or a totem beast?
Before Gretel could figure it out, he had subconsciously cast spells quickly and hung a circle of armor on everyone. The kestrel did not attack, but dived, flew level, pulled up, spread its wings, and circled above everyone's heads.
Circle, circle again.
When we reached the third circle, we saw cows croaking in the wilderness, and a huge bison walked out of the woods and stood in front of everyone.
A young warrior was riding on the bison. In the cold weather, he only had a deerskin apron and a large string of beads that could not block the wind but only increased the coldness. He held the bison's mane with his left hand and raised his right hand.
The obsidian ax in his hand was shining with light.
"We don't mean any harm! We're just passing through!"
Before the warrior could speak, Gretel had already raised the oak staff. A tiny bit of white light danced around the tip of the staff like fireflies:
"I am a healer! These people are my companions! We come from the east coast and want to go to the westernmost part of the continent. We will not pass by your tribe and we will not interfere in any of your affairs! Of course, if you need treatment,
, we are willing to help you!”
"The God of Kestrels has seen your actions." After a moment of silence, the young warrior raised his face, glanced at the kestrels circling in the sky, and then leaned down on the back of the cow to salute:
"Several nearby tribes are gathering together to discuss and prepare to resist the God of Disease. I heard that a healer came from afar and claimed to have a way to resist the disease."
Are they talking about [removing diseases], or cowpox? Gretel subconsciously covered the space bag. Although his good things are no longer in the space bag, the vine bird given by Elder Tapros is better than his.
The space bag can hold a lot...
"The great witch priests of each tribe discussed it and decided to invite you to come over and work out a solution together. If what you said is true, the Kestrel Tribe, the Bison Tribe, and the Black Panther Tribe will not be stingy with our repayment..."
"Wait a minute, how many people are there in your tribe together?"
"Our tribes are all the most powerful by the river!" The young warrior raised his head proudly:
"The people of the Kestrel tribe are as numerous as the birds in the woods, and the warriors of the Bison tribe are as numerous as the bison on the grassland! The Black Panther tribe's witchcraft festivals are more numerous than the black panthers on the mountain!"
Come on... there are too many people, and I don’t have enough cowpox!
4,000 doses of cowpox, what is 4,000 doses enough? Nevis City alone has used up to a million doses of cowpox vaccine. When it was extended to other places, to the military and immigrants from the New World, an unknown number of doses were used.
.
In Nevis, it was only through the tireless work of the Parliament, nobles and commoners, magicians, nature priests and cattle ranch workers that such a huge amount of vaccine was released to meet everyone's needs.
In the New World, there are only five people including him, plus one person to accompany them. They rub it with their hands. How long will it last?
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