Chapter 929: Put down the cowpox and let me go tomorrow!
Gretel suddenly stopped the Phantom Pony's footsteps.
The kestrel circled in the sky, making a long cry from time to time, as if it was reporting news to people in the distance.
Behind the buffalo warriors, smoke and dust surged into the sky. Soon, large groups of buffaloes swarmed over, and on the strongest buffaloes sat strong warriors with well-defined muscles.
In the woods, a black figure loomed. Gretel squinted his eyes and even cast an Eagle Eye spell on himself, but he couldn't see clearly what it was:
Is it a black panther? Or a warrior wearing leopard skin? Or, is it a warrior who has been blessed by the panther god and takes on the form of a partial panther?
In short, the opponent seems to have a large number of people and is very capable of fighting. Gretel took a deep breath, threw a loudspeaker on himself, and said loudly:
"I will only stay for one day! I will leave early tomorrow morning! I will do my best, but the number of patients exceeds my ability and I cannot treat them! If you agree, I will lead the way!"
The buffalo warrior tugged at his mount's mane without saying a word.
The buffaloes were crowding around, and the kestrels were leading forward. Before the sky completely darkened, Gretel arrived at the tribal settlement, or in other words, where these large tribes gathered:
Between the hills, there is an open plain with slightly undulating terrain.
In the center of the plain, a four-story mound larger than the Great Pyramid of Giza stands tall and majestic. Around the mound, small flat mounds are dotted around like ripples caused by the large mound.
Tall wooden fences were erected on the four levels of mounds, as well as on top of some smaller mounds. Surrounding the wooden fences were a network of irrigation canals and transport canals, as well as a grid-like grid, somewhat like a field.
of land.
In the middle of the farmland, hundreds of wooden houses were built with high roofs and extremely thick roofs.
The building on top of the four-story mound is different. It is taller and more majestic, with a high bulging spire pointed sharply at the sky. Around the roof, there are various symbols flying: bison horns, curved birds
The beak and claws, the sharp claws popping out of the flesh pads...
There were also some other marks that Gretel could not recognize at first glance.
"Hell, how many tribes are there? There must be more than three!"
Grete murmured. Mr. Barensimo's voice soon came through the psychic connection:
"At least 10 of them. I can only recognize 8 of them... This is a big gathering. It seems that all the surrounding tribes who can come should be here."
The mounds in the inner circle are tall and wide, while the mounds in the outer circle are relatively low and not that large in area. Correspondingly, the houses above are much smaller, and there are almost no decorations of animal bones, horns and feathers on the roofs.
"How many people are there..." Gretel turned his eyes and counted around:
"One circle, two circles, three circles... The first circle counts 10 houses, the second circle has 15 to 20... the third circle... the fourth circle... it is not a problem to accommodate 10 people in each house.
Well...counting the people from the host tribe..."
Before counting the number of people, the kestrel folded its wings and swooped down like a sharp arrow, stopping on the tent decorated with curved beaks and hooks. Soon, a group of people came out of the tent one after another.
people:
Judging from their wrinkled faces, the long staffs held in their hands, and the complicated crowns and tattoos, Grete would bet a silver coin that these were all spellcasters in the tribe.
The kestrel screamed on the central roof. Their gazes, first one by one, then as a group, accurately turned their position and landed on Grete and his group standing far away.
"The Great Witch Festival comes from afar!"
The leading witch priest or shaman came quickly with his people. From a distance, he waved the long staff in his hand, stroked his chest and saluted. He shaved his head and tattooed a bird's beak in the middle of his forehead.
tattoos and a feather crown.
When he bowed and lowered his head, his whole head was like a kestrel lowering its head to peck someone. Gretel could not easily hold back his laughter and listened to his speech:
"Thank you for your generosity and willingness to save our people! The devil of disease has seized us, and our soldiers, our women, and our children are dying in large numbers!"
He opened his arms and raised his head high. His voice was ups and downs, and there were many deliberately elongated vibratos. Gretel almost thought he was singing:
"We need to gather every ounce of strength, all kind and powerful shamans and warriors, to fight against the cruel devil."
"Where is the patient?"
Gretel interrupted. The Kestrel Grand Wizard was stunned for a moment, put on a smile, and turned around halfway:
"here."
A huge white bull walked slowly, lowering its horns obediently. The Kestrel Great Witch Priest stepped on it first, and the other shaman priests also got on their mounts, and filed towards the four-story mound in the center. They came to the bottom of the mound.
, change to a sedan chair, and climb up with two people carrying each other:
The temple was filled with smoke. Gretel stared at the Bubble Spell for a long time before he realized that the place was divided into left and right sides: on the left were brightly colored mats, with delicate tables placed beside each mat, perhaps.
The territory of the great witch priests;
On the right side, the ground was exposed. On the muddy ground made of a mixture of soil and grass, a large number of patients were lying in random directions. The stench was overwhelming. Some were moaning softly, some were begging in a low voice, and some looked motionless, maybe already dead.
Gretel swept through the fortune-telling technique and immediately began to shoot down one by one to [remove disease]. The white light flashed and the disease was removed. Soon, the patients in the temple began to get up one after another.
The gaze behind them was blazing. The great witch priests of each tribe stared at Gretel's movements, refusing to blink. Until Gretel had thrown out all the healing spells, everyone's eyes flickered, and they looked at each other and nodded lightly.
"Dear Grand Wizard, thank you for your help." It was the Kestrel Grand Wizard who spoke. As he spoke, his eyes moved quickly, scanning the dimensional bag around Grete's waist again and again:
"We have no relatives and no reason to ask you to save our compatriots. We should not have any other requests. But when we go out to fight against the devil of epidemic disease, we hope to ensure that our soldiers will not be harmed by your miracle medicine. Can you, can you?
…”
"I don't have much left here!"
Grete subconsciously covered the dimensional bag:
"You tell me the number, if you have it, you will get it, if you don't have it, you won't have it! After handing over the things, send me away tomorrow!"
That's cowpox! It's the cowpox from the Oak Grove Medical Clinic. A group of necromancers worked hard for almost a year to get the cowpox! When he thought that the cowpox might not be enough, or even far from enough, Gretel's first reaction was to get out of his way.
Just run
In normal times, it would not be too difficult for him to stay in the New World for a year and a half and study how to rub cowpox with his hands. But now, Brother Lin is still waiting for him to save him!
If you stay here for a day, Brother Lin En will be in even greater danger! Even if he goes to one tribe to govern another tribe these days, he only uses his rest time at night and travels during the day. He has never been delayed for a hundred miles a day.
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