Chapter 930: Won’t let me go? You want to fight, right?
Dozens of pairs of burning eyes stared at Grete.
The Kestrel Tribe, the Bison Tribe, the Black Panther Tribe, the Gray Wolf Tribe, the River Tribe... the Stone Sturgeon Tribe, the Thunder Tribe, the Kuangsand Tribe...
There were also some tribal names that Gretel didn't quite understand. They felt like a string of pure musical notes. There were more than a dozen chiefs, more than a dozen great witch priests, as well as tribal warriors, young shaman priests, and shaman priest apprentices, all with burning eyes.
Keep an eye on Gretel.
Praying, anxious, and anxious. Just like... Just like in his previous life, when the epidemic just broke out, countless patients and family members surrounded him, praying for a chance to be admitted to the hospital, receive oxygen, and put on a ventilator...
They want to live.
Everyone wants to live.
Grete closed his eyes tightly. Closed and opened them. Then, he sat cross-legged and began to take out the cowpox vaccine box by box from the space bag:
"This box contains 50 pieces."
"50 sticks."
"50 sticks."
In front of Grete, the brightly colored straw mat with large geometric patterns was soon filled with boxes. Small metal boxes, only a little longer than the palm of your hand, were piled in a pile surrounded by a faint cool air.
He raised his head and looked around:
"There are only two thousand, you can distribute it among yourself. It is only suitable for use on people who have never had this plague to protect them from the disease. It is of no use to those who are sick or have been cured."
There was silence. Gretel looked left and right, and most people, especially the soldiers, had blank expressions on their faces. He looked at the box, then at his chief, then at the box, then at his own Great Witch Festival...
What's wrong? What's wrong? Did I not make it clear enough?
"It must have never happened before!" Gretel emphasized:
"Those who have already had this disease, or are currently sick, it's useless! It's wasted! One person cannot be protected! Find someone, and I will vaccinate you. I can only stay here for one day!"
Silence. Silence continued. Then, Gretel heard a small, breathless voice coming from among the chiefs:
"two thousand……"
The speaker spoke slowly and hesitantly. When he said the word "two thousand", it was obvious from the voice that he was imitating Grete's pronunciation:
"...What is it?"
Grete's eyesight went dark.
Why is there such a problem? Why does "what is two thousand" become a problem? Do you not understand the word "two thousand", or simply can't count?
"Two thousand means ten two hundred. It means twenty one hundred." He explained it in the simplest possible language, looking around expectantly:
Is there anyone else who doesn’t understand? You want me to make it simpler, but I really can’t explain it!
I'm really not an elementary school, no, a kindergarten math teacher!
Sorry, someone has already finished cracking their fingers and started to take off their boots and crack their toes...
Of course, most people are not so embarrassed. In other words, they all stare longingly at the Great Witch Festival of their tribe, hoping that the Great Witch Festival can understand these numbers...or, in other words, hope that the Great Witch Festival can do a good job in these distributions.
counting?
calculate?
What does this have to do with ordinary warriors?
As long as they can fight, drag prey back, and patrol tribal territory, that's all! Planning fields, counting seeds, and calculating sowing dates are all matters of the Great Witch Festival and have nothing to do with them!
And the all-powerful Great Witch Festival also responded to their expectations. The Great Witch Festival of the Dahe Tribe opened the iron box, picked up a vaccinia potion, and vaccinated a warrior under Gretel's guidance. Then, he stared at the warrior.
look……
What are you looking at? Immunity is something that cannot be seen with the naked eye!
While Grete was cursing, he saw the great witch priest shaking his tambourine and mumbling something. Soon, the sound of rushing water sounded from behind his thin body:
Gretel jumped slightly. Even without activating [Detection Magic], he could see a group of black and white shadows rising behind the Great Witch Festival. The shadows quickly solidified and glowed, and after a few blinks, they turned into
a mighty river
Galloping, roaring, and roaring. In the hard rock bed, the river flowed with silt and sand, knocking out thousands of white foam on the rocks. The vortex turned rapidly, and countless broken branches, broken wood and even wild animals were drawn into the water eyes and smashed on the rocks.
On the shore and on the rocks in the middle of the river...
And this illusory river drooped downwards, rolled slightly, and sucked the warrior in. Before Gretel could shout "No", the great witch priest rolled his eyes silver-white, leaned back, and fell into the disciples.
In skilled arms.
The sound of water rushed, covering the body of the great wizard in a hazy state, as if he was under the water. Only his hair, which was longer than his waist, floated on the illusive water surface without any wind, like a drowned ghost who is trying to catch someone to replace him.
After struggling for a while, he suddenly stood up straight without bending his knees or lifting his feet, and turned stiffly in one direction:
"I saw...I saw...these medicines can protect our soldiers from diseases...make them fearless when fighting against the devil of disease..."
You are a prophecy!
Wait, what is that big river behind you... With the brightness of [Detection Magic] feedback, this thing is guaranteed to start at level 15!
There was a roar, and the entire hall immediately became noisy. Led by the Kestrel Tribe, Black Panther Tribe, and Buffalo Tribe, several great witch priests were whispering among themselves, from discussing to quarreling, from quarreling to raising their fists and waving their arms.
The only thing he did decently was that he didn't take off his shoes and bang on the table.
40 iron boxes were grabbed here and there by their hands. If you take one more, I will snatch it back. If Grete hadn't shouted "Don't use force, it's useless if it breaks" in time, the iron boxes would be broken.
It wouldn't be difficult for them to tear it in half
Can't you just calculate the tribe's population and then negotiate the distribution ratio, how much each tribe should get? You have to make this kind of barter transaction happen...
Grete thought painfully.
There was a lot of noise and fighting. After a long time of tossing, all the iron boxes were finally distributed. After listening to Gretel's instructions, the disciples of the Great Witch Festival went to stab people with their iron boxes.
The chiefs and warriors of various tribes, carrying all kinds of gifts, piled up into a mountain in front of Grete.
However, early the next morning, as soon as Gretel walked out of the mage's hut, several great wizards and chiefs gathered around him. The two great wizards of the Kestrel tribe and the Great River tribe bowed at the same time.
45 degrees, 60 degrees, 90 degrees...
"Dear Far Traveler!"
The great shaman of the Kestrel tribe raised his right hand to his chest, and his tone was like a song:
"Thank you for the miracle medicine you brought us! Our soldiers, our women and children are all safe because of this, and are protected from the pursuit of the disease devil!"
"We respectfully request you to join our team and launch an attack on the devil!"
Behind the great witch priests, the chiefs and warriors gathered in a ring around Gretel. Cerira and Bernard immediately stood next to Gretel, one on the left and the other on the right. Mr. Valencimo
Without thinking, he protected the boss's back and silently clenched the long knife with both hands.
"Why do you want to join you again?"
Gretel tightened his grip on the oak staff:
"As promised before, I'll stay one night and then leave! Get out of the way! If you don't let me go, you want to fight, right?"
"We are not afraid of a fight!" Serela shouted:
"Gretel, let's go!"
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