Chapter 954 Cerela! Here to help collect the gold!
"The Plague Girl? Is she here?"
Gretel's first reaction was to go home and shake people. The Plasticization Department brought in a few people, including the teacher, and bombarded her indiscriminately, giving the diseased girl a good disinfection;
A few people from the necromantic system, including immortals, split and cut the plague maiden. The most essential parts were used to increase the strength. The surrounding parts, the plague branch should be happy to add materials...
But think about the distance from the westernmost point of the New World Plain to the easternmost point, and then across the ocean to the Kingdom of Kent. This idea should be packed away honestly.
This time and again, at least three months have been removed, right? Even if Bernard or Mr. Barensimo holds his badge and uses the mage tower line to send messages across the sea, it consumes a lot of money, and it still takes a lot of face to get people to do so.
Start in two months!
Alas, when will electromagnetic communication be developed... When will airships be able to accelerate? In the previous life, airplanes flew from London to Los Angeles in 12 hours...
And what about the Plague Maiden? When will the Plague Maiden arrive?
"She's coming, she's coming..." The white-horned king's hooves stomped on the ground, mooing and turning, causing the ground to shake in waves. Gretel had to float up slightly and leave the ground to listen to it repeat over and over again.
explain:
"She's coming... She's very close... The children will be there in a day's journey..."
That was quite close. Gretel recalled the experience of being carried by two demonic cows and running wildly over today.
Since the plague girl is called a god, she shouldn't run slower than the demon cow, right? In this case, the crisis is right around the corner.
"How does she attack? How strong is she?"
"Very strong! Very strong! Very strong!" The White-horned King turned restlessly:
"With just such a blow! Just such a vomit! My children! My descendants! They fell down! They fell down in large pieces! She fell ill and died. Even after she is gone, her strength will last forever.
land to retain”
Gretel was completely confused by what he heard. He had no choice but to stand on the floating saucer, level with the eyes of the White-Horned King. He activated his communication ability as the priest of the God of Nature, stretched out his right hand flatly, and touched its eyebrows:
"Tell me what happened, tell me what you saw..."
A vast amount of information rushed into his mind. Grete was so overwhelmed that he quickly closed his eyes and concentrated. He thought of himself as a ruthless conductor, channeling all the information into the core of meditation, storing it and then slowly
Look through:
In the memory of the White-Horned King, the plague girl came roaring towards her. As expected, as several great shamans described her, her image was a mass of deep black with a thin figure. The black energy covering her body kept rising and falling, and her corners were in tatters.
The black mist spread outward.
If Grete had to describe it, this diseased girl actually looks like a dementor...
Opposite the "Dementor", hundreds of bison were lowering their heads, raising their horns, and charging in groups. Gretel had been among the bison for a whole day, and he could recognize all these bison from the shape and size of their horns.
It's bull:
In the front row are the adult and strongest bulls, and in the back row are the young bulls. On the horns of the bulls, a hazy blue-black light merges into one piece, covering their bodies with a layer of invisible armor.
These bulls lowered their heads and charged forward with the tallest bull at the front. The "Dementors" were surrounded by a black mist that could be hundreds of meters in diameter. They broke away, revealing a bright line.
The passage leads directly to the disease girl's body
Then, Gretel saw the dementor-like diseased girl leaning down, not inhaling hard, but blowing out as hard as she could. A strong black gas spit out from her mouth, covering the entire herd, and passed in front of the bulls.
Behind him, passing above and below.
The strongest bull at the front could continue to charge forward despite the black air; while the young bulls at the back had their legs weakened by the charge. A lot of pus-yellow fluid gushed out between their mouths and noses, with
Blood foam, eyes red, body trembling...
"Germs enter the body and multiply quickly and in large quantities, which is similar to the principle of [Plague Technique]." Gretel repeatedly checked the memory of the White-Horned King and speculated in his mind:
"For this ability, there are two solutions: one is offense, and the other is defense. Defense is to treat the sick bison one by one. As long as I isolate them quickly enough and treat them quickly enough, you can't do anything to me.
"
"The attack is to take the initiative to eliminate the source of infection... Whether it is bacteria or viruses, even anthrax, they are afraid of high temperatures, acid, and alkali... Of course, how to attack to maximize efficiency is a question.
We need to try many aspects..."
"Dear Lord of the Plague..." The rumbling subwoofer sounded again. The White-Horned King lowered his head respectfully and asked for help:
"Please help me, protect my children, protect my people... Every time the epidemic girl attacks, she becomes stronger. My children are almost unable to hold on..."
Can every attack be stronger?
She, oh no, what is the source of her power?
Gretel thought hard. Gods, even demigods, totem gods, and magicians, knights, and monsters have different sources of power. The latter comes from themselves, while the former mostly come from the outside world.
It comes from faith and worship, or from fear and fear. Like the kestrel god, the buffalo god, or the river god of the River tribe, most of them come from the former, and the plague maiden, the plague maiden...
"It's not that there is no way to resist the power of the plague girl." Gretel stepped on the floating saucer and floated over, trying to catch the White-Horned King... In the end, he only caught a handful of cow hair:
"After using the injection yesterday, I observed that the effect was good. Today, the assembly line has continued to produce many drugs. I prepared the drugs and asked them to inject them into your children. As long as the injection is sufficient, the disease may be suppressed.
!”
If a production line is running at full capacity, how many doses of medicine can be produced in a day?
The answer is that even a simple production line like Grete, where half of the production is done by hand, has produced nearly two thousand parts of streptomycin. The brackets are two thousand parts for bison, not two thousand parts for humans.
...and the result of this is that the syringe in Grete's hand is not enough.
"I need a syringe! I need a glass bottle!" In Grete's hand, the gold coins were thrown high, spinning and falling:
“Time is money my friend!”
"Uh...I need gold coins..."
"Gold coins?" The White-horned King has been watching from the side, watching the little monster appear with a puff of blue smoke, watching the gold coins disappear into its body, and glass, metal, and rubber are quickly combined in front of it to make syringes.
And each glass bottle:
"Dear Lord of Plague, do you need that shiny, yellow, patterned metal piece? Although we don't have many of this kind of metal piece, we have many, many of this yellow metal..."
He muttered a few instructions, and soon a bull swayed away, lowered his head, and began to dig hard at the ground. Once, twice, he soon dug out a big stone, and then used its horns to lift the big stone.
turn……
"Wow……"
Grete let out a small exclamation.
In the large pit under the stone, there were twisted gold crowns, smashed gold bowls and plates, cracked gold cups, and various kinds of jewelry, large and small, crooked.
Some may be bracelets, some may be part of necklaces, and some may have been set on the hilt of a sword, on a scabbard, on a belt...
In short, in the pit that was as big as a bison, there were countless pieces of gold scattered among the bones and skeletons, gold and gold.
"These are all enemies! They are all enemies!" The White-Horned King stomped the ground hard, and a piece of soil collapsed from the edge of the pit, covering the top of the skeleton:
"They are all enemies who came to kill us and plunder my children! The things they left behind cannot be used by my children, so they can only be piled here! Dear Lord of Plague, as long as they are useful to you, you can
Take them all!”
This...these enemies are really rich... Gretel quickly glanced at the Golden Eagle warriors not far away, saw their cheeks twitching, and turned their heads silently. It was obvious that a large number of these enemies were from the Eagle Kingdom.
warrior.
This is someone who has a mine at home... Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to go out to fight with so much gold on his body... The treasure fleet that the parliamentary coalition robbed before, those guys from the Glorious Holy See, must have also robbed some large indigenous tribes.
…
"Cerela!" Gretel shouted loudly. Miss Silver Dragon came in response, Gretel pointed to the gold in the pit:
"These are yours, give them to me in exchange for a few gold coins! I want the little monster to make a syringe!"
"Wow!" Cerela's beautiful silver-blue eyes turned into a golden "" look in an instant.
She generously threw out a handful of gold coins and rushed to the edge of the pit. With a wave of her hand, the gold and gems in the pit floated up, rolled up into a tornado and piled up at her feet. Gold plates, gold bowls, and gold crowns
, golden staff...
The volume and height of the pyramid continued to increase, and in just a short while, it had already reached Cerela's waist.
Gretel: "..."
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he simply turned away and focused on guiding the little monster to work. 20ml syringes, 50ml syringes, injection needles, various large and small bottles...
Well, anyway, he couldn't spend this sum of gold. He would either take it back to find someone to melt it and make it into gold coins (very unlikely), or take it back and sell it to the parliament (very unlikely), or else it would be stored in his space equipment.
Here, waiting to be remembered one day.
In comparison, it would be better to dedicate it to making Serila's bed. Anyway, the final destination of his remaining gold coins must be to make Serila's bed...
He turned around, collected the syringes, sterilized them at high temperature, weighed the powder, prepared the medicine, and filled it. One by one, he filled large and small salt water bottles, and told Bernard and others in front of the White-horned King:
"I have divided each portion. The big cow uses a big syringe to draw a tube, and the calf uses a small syringe. You all knew these yesterday...Bernard rode Apa away. Mr. Valensimo, you
Arrange a cow to lead the way, please be sure to ensure his safety..."
The White-Horned King nodded vigorously. Gretel handed all the injections to Bernard and others, as well as the two Golden Eagle warriors, and waved his hand vigorously:
"There are medicines and treatments, and they can get better! Tell your children not to be too afraid of the Plague Maiden!"
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