Chapter 932 The battle between two gods on the plateau
The tense atmosphere slowly faded away.
Gretel really couldn't do anything to let Apa step over the old man who stood in front of him with his bare hands and didn't defend or attack.
Of course, the encirclement has also dispersed, so he doesn’t have to step on it directly and is willing to talk nicely:
"I am anxious to save my friend. He is trapped in the western part of the mainland, and his situation is unknown. If we delay for one day, it may be too late to save people."
"You really can't delay saving people." The old wizard nodded sincerely. His expression was sincere, and his face said "I understand your difficulties, and I am willing to help you." When talking to the patient's family members like the old director in Gretel's previous life,
Exactly the same:
"Dear guest, can you tell me where the friend you want to save is currently? Maybe we can provide some information, such as who are the main local forces, what powerful gods there are, and what are the more dangerous places..."
"Are you willing to say it now?"
Next to Grete, Mr. Valensimo said coldly. Yesterday Grete was busy rescuing people, so he used the name of team negotiator to go around chatting with people and asking for news. The distribution of tribes, the geography of mountains and rivers, the strong ones
News...
As a result, I asked him over and over again, either arguing with him or giving him a bunch of inexplicable and contradictory gossip. After a whole night's work, there was basically no usable information.
It was a disgrace to his career as a bard.
Regarding Valensimo's question, the old witch priest smiled and didn't care, and he had a bit of a self-indulgent attitude. He nodded to the other party, turned to Grete again, and smiled slightly:
"Our Dandelion tribe is not good at fighting. We only have a little ability to inquire about information. Our tribe members are like dandelions scattered on the earth. They go everywhere and ask questions everywhere. This distinguished guest..."
He turned his face sideways and his eyes paused on Valensimo's face:
"It's been a year or two since you left here, right? We have the fastest news about the major events that have happened recently. As for the news about the powerful, there are so many great wizards and warriors, so their estimates are more accurate."
Mr. Valensimo was sullen and silent. Grete patted Appa and simply jumped off the deer’s back:
"Then please ask first, has anyone seen this friend of mine? When was the last time you saw him? Where was he?"
He raised his hand slightly, and the silent phantom appeared quietly, outlining the images of Lin En and Mr. Troca. The old witch priest frowned and looked at it for a while, shook his head, and called the people around him to take a look. A group of patriarchs looked at each other one by one, and everyone shook their heads:
"never seen it."
"never seen it."
"If I see such a thin person with a black cat, I will definitely remember him."
"No traveler like this has ever passed through our tribe."
Gretel sighed in frustration. Brother Linn, you are too good at hiding. You have traveled all the way without visiting any tribe. Or maybe you didn't take this road and the widest river is still farther to the west?
"Then please tell me first, what are the big tribes going west and south from here? What is their current situation?"
The old shaman's expression relaxed, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed. He used his cane forcefully, inserted the tail of the cane deeply into the ice and snow, and then lifted it up with all his strength. With a bang, the ice and snow where the cane landed exploded, revealing
The black earth beneath it.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his other hand from his robe and flicked it down quickly. After muttering a few words in a low voice, a small green bud popped out from the ground, quickly unfurling its stems, growing leaves, and blooming.
Dense small yellow flowers, dotted with some white pom poms.
These hairy dandelions are sparsely or densely distributed on the ground. At a glance, they just outline the rough shape of the continent, with mountains, rivers and rivers undulating and looming.
This is the natural priest's method... No, his ability to sow seeds into a plan is much better than him!
Gretel took a breath and stared at Old Witch Ji. Old Witch Ji stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"The place where we are currently is the settlement of the Kestrel tribe, and this gathering was also convened by them." He touched the flower bed slightly, and a small patch of yellow flowers grew rapidly and turned into white pom-poms:
"Next to the Kestrel tribe, across the river, is the Bison tribe. They have the largest population, occupy the largest territory, and are also the most severely affected by this disaster..."
"Further west is the Black Panther tribe. They have the most brave warriors. In the past few years, they fought against the invaders from the south and pulled out thousands of people in one breath. This time they have the most determined attitude in resisting the disease devil...
"
"Further west, across two rivers, there is the territory of the Stone Crocodile Tribe... They have always been hostile to the Black Panther Tribe, and they often fight... The Stone Crocodile Tribe is protected by the God of Black Marsh, and the God of Black Marsh
, said to be a subordinate of the plague devil..."
The dandelions under your feet are blooming one by one, and the round, snow-white pompons are constantly blown up by the cold wind, falling to the distance, taking root and blooming again.
A piece of yellow flower is a tribe, and a piece of defeated pompom is the famous dangerous land and powerful monsters around these tribes.
Grete concentrated on his memory. Mr. Barensimo took out a notebook from nowhere and wrote and drew quickly. After remembering, he suddenly asked:
"Is the plague devil legendary or real? Have any of you seen him? What does he look like? How strong is he?"
"Of course it is real!" Old Witch Ji raised his head in surprise, with an expression of "Why don't you even believe this?" He calmed down and waved his hand again, and a piece of dandelion fluff rolled up on the spot and condensed into a ball in the air.
Rough human form:
"The plague devil has two forms. One is a tall man with a swollen body. He floats in rivers and swamps, dripping with miserable green liquid and exploding at any time. Anyone who sees him will collapse.
He couldn't get up from the ground, died of vomiting and diarrhea..."
It sounded like a rotten corpse showing the view of a giant. Gretel complained silently.
"The other is a thin girl. Her feet do not touch the ground and she walks in the air. The flies are her skirt, the mosquitoes are her streamers, and the miasma is her makeup. Wherever she goes, there are people there.
Ignite high fever on their bodies, causing them to die in a coma..."
Hmm, this sounds like a collection of various typhoid fever, malaria, yellow fever, and various infectious diseases... It's not unreasonable, but this kind of "feeling" and "understanding" can really be concrete.
Is anyone coming?
"Have you seen it?!"
"Saw it! We even fought with her!"
A loud voice answered. Gretel turned his head and saw a chief striding over. The man was tall and strong, and the huge horns on his head made him taller. He looked almost as tall as Bernard:
"The Plague Girl is too difficult to fight! She sweeps among us like a black wind. As long as she touches a little bit, people will immediately fester, turn black, have high fever, and die quickly... Only the strongest warriors can withstand it.
Live with this influence!”
"There is another way, which is to use fire." Another great witch priest stood up. Gretel seemed to remember whether he belonged to the mangrove tribe or the redwood tribe... He rolled up his sleeves bitterly and showed off a large scar.
To everyone:
"Use fire, continuous fire, to block the direction of the plague girl. Give the warriors the blessing of fire, so that they can charge with flames on their bodies. This scar on my body was burned when I fought with her..."
It sounds like a necromancy-based [Plague Spell]. So many people have seen it, and so many people have faced it head-on. So, is there really such an existence, a totem god walking in the world?
She can practice the disease technique to the point where she can carry it with her at any time, and she will be infected if she touches it. Her level is very high... A strong person above level 15? Level 18? Not legendary, right?
Gretel's face became more and more solemn. He dismissed Linn's image and summoned another light and shadow on the ground: the Kestrel Tribe, the Bison Tribe, the Black Panther Tribe, the Stone Crocodile Tribe...
Piece by piece, outline each piece with different colors. Then, draw the meandering river and the bulging plateau:
"My friend previously walked along the big river called the Great River, which is so wide that one cannot see the other side at a glance, all the way to the seaside. After arriving at the seaside, he continued to go west, climbed up to the plateau, and then climbed up to the plateau.
The plateau has been lost."
A bright silver line extends from the east coast to the river, turns to the southern mouth, and then turns to the west:
"So, what powerful tribes are there on the plateau? What gods are there that we need to pay attention to?"
For a moment, all the great wizards and priests around Gretel fell silent. Heavy breathing could be heard one after another, as if a dark cloud suddenly appeared above everyone's heads, with thunder rumbling in it.
"There are very powerful gods on the plateau." After a long while, the great wizard of the Dandelion tribe coughed and said solemnly:
"That is the kingdom ruled by the Eagle God and the Snake God... Some of our tribesmen have been there in the early years. They said that the warriors there can throw spears with golden light in their hands. They are the people closest to the sun.
…”
"In the kingdom, the priests known as the 'Snake Women' have long hair that can turn into poisonous snakes at any time. They are the people closest to the earth and are also the representatives of death. They and the eagle warriors rule the kingdom side by side..."
"The area they rule is a holy land that even the plague girls dare not invade..."
If the plague girl is really the manifested totem god, then the Eagle God and the Snake God, who are stronger than them, will be even more troublesome. Gretel frowned tightly, and before he could continue to ask, he heard the second bad word.
information:
"Recently, the Plague Girl seems to have gotten an opportunity to be promoted from the devil to the God of Plague. Therefore, she is frantically causing death among us in order to gather enough power to annex the Eagle Country and obtain the Eagle.
The Godhead of God.”
"Dear guest, if you want to go to the Eagle Country now, you will have to pass through the battle line between the gods. This is really too dangerous... Why don't you stop for a while and let us send our tribesmen to inquire for you?
Any news?"
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