It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 965: If you ask me to take back the epidemic, I will take it back? Dreaming!
Chapter 965: If you ask me to take back the epidemic, I will take it back? Dreaming!
Invisible and formless aura rose up in the White Eagle warrior array. In an instant, the faces of the three hundred White Eagle warriors who lined up neatly changed horribly.
According to the standard description of [Group Disease], this spell is triggered by a powerful dry cough, and a black and red mist rises in the designated area. All creatures in the fog will be affected by this spell and become ill immediately.
But in Grete's view, this approach is too rough, really too rough. A strong dry cough is most likely the caster of the disease spell, who cultivates this pathogenic bacteria on the body and relies on the dry cough to spray it out;
The black and red mist is likely to be caused by the caster himself not being able to figure out which pathogenic bacteria require what growth conditions and what symptoms it can cause, so he has to simplify them and find the greatest common denominator;
As for the signs that are too obvious and easy for others to identify, everything is not the most important when facing the failure of spell casting.
However, after understanding the principle of this spell, Gretel can of course change it when he casts it. After the change is completed, the method can be more concealed and the effect can be stronger. As for why he points the oak staff forward and shouts "Go"
Oops, something like a sense of ritual is sometimes needed. Besides, with the casting action, the Golden Eagle Warriors can confirm that he has indeed done his job...
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"My face! My face!"
"my hand!"
Shouts came and went.
However, the shouts died down within a few rounds. One by one, the White Eagle warriors covered their necks, pinched their throats, fell to their knees, and even rolled to the ground.
The exposed skin on the hands, face, neck, and all was bright red, looking ferocious and terrifying.
The six Golden Eagle warriors were shocked. They moved forward quickly and leaned over to inspect:
When I first glanced at it, I breathed a sigh of relief. The skin of the White Eagle soldiers was not blood, but red rashes the size of needle tips. Most of them were red as if they were dripping blood, and a few were yellow and white at the top.
It looks like suppuration;
At the second glance, it was obvious that something was wrong. The brows of these White Eagle warriors were furrowed, their expressions were painful, and their breaths were filled with heat. When they reached out and touched their foreheads, they found that their foreheads were hot, indicating that they had already developed a high fever. Pressing the skin revealed a red rash.
The rash fades and becomes bright red again when you let go;
After another two shakes, the stronger ones could still moan and struggle, but judging from the sound, their throats were completely mute; the weaker ones had curled up on the ground, holding their heads, muttering about having a headache. There was a layer of white coating on their tongues.
, a little red star protrudes from it.
Some White Eagle warriors couldn't stand the itching and started to scratch all over their bodies. Their hard nails scratched the skin, leaving five bloody marks on their skin, and then five more blood marks on their scratches. Soon, their faces, arms, and even their necks were covered in blood.
It's all dripping with blood...
"this……"
Several Golden Eagle warriors looked at each other, everyone's expressions solemn. The leader stood up, turned around, and walked quickly towards Gretel. After taking only three steps, there was a scream from behind:
"Cusco! What's wrong with you!"
The leader suddenly turned around. When he turned around, he saw Cusco, the youngest Golden Eagle warrior, half-kneeling, holding a half-conscious White Eagle with a red face in his hands.
The White Eagle warrior was more than one round older than him, and his facial contours were somewhat similar. He was probably an elder of Cusco. At this time, he seemed to be in unbearable pain, and he scratched desperately, leaving several red streaks on Cusco's arms.
mark……
Then, they watched as dense red rashes appeared on Cusco’s arms, cheeks, and neck. Hearing the shouts of his companions, he wanted to open his mouth, but his voice was completely hoarse.
Let out a few soft gasps of "ahhh".
"This...respected Lord of Plague..."
The Golden Eagle Warrior was completely convinced. He bowed his head respectfully to Gretel and put away all his previous thoughts:
"We have engraved your strength in our hearts. Please forgive our temptations and offenses, take back your divine power, and forgive these young warriors..."
In the previous battles, Gretel's performance was obvious to all. Although he did play a great role, everyone also saw that in terms of energy intensity, he was a little weaker than the strongest White Eagle.
Even the silver-haired girl is much stronger than him. However, even the silver-haired girl can be resisted by the six of them together. Not to mention, there are twelve Golden Eagle Warriors and the Eagle God Station
In the back!
Of course, this kind of power comparison can be discussed and discussed. If you use some thought, you can invite these two to help fight the white ghosts without paying extra costs. They can also gain more favor and power in front of the Eagle God.
!
But it's different now. Gretel's power is even weirder than that of the Disease Girl, and it's invisible. They have never seen this kind of bright red disease before. Moreover, even the Golden Eagle Warrior can be infected?
"You will send out when you are asked to do it, and you will accept when you are asked to accept it?" Before Grete could say anything, Cerira had already scolded them with a stern face. After finishing her sentence, she didn't even look at the warriors, grabbed Grete, and put away the mage's hut:
"let's go!"
"Wait! Wait!" The leader of the Golden Eagle warrior quickly stopped him. He quickly walked around in front of the two people, opened his arms, and tried to stop them. As soon as he raised his arms, he immediately felt a murderous aura coming towards his face, and he quickly saluted:
"We can pay the price! We can give you a reward! Please be sure to take back your divine power!"
As he spoke, he began to take off the pendants on his body. He took off a string of necklaces and placed them on the ground; then he took off a pair of armbands and placed them on the ground; then he took off two large gold rings inlaid with gems and placed them on the ground...
Several other Golden Eagle warriors also followed, and soon, there was a small pile of gold scattered in front of Gretel.
Serila snorted and her expression softened slightly. Gretel's expression also softened slightly. He touched the space bag and took out an iron box that exuded cold air and a row of six needles:
"I will not take back my divine power, just take it as a lesson. The medicine in this is for one person in each small glass bottle. Use a syringe to absorb the liquid, inject it into the small glass bottle, shake it well, and then inject it into them. It can protect them for a day.
Immortal."
He raised his eyes and glanced at the White Eagle warriors. Hmm, the scarlet fever that breaks out immediately looks very scary, but with the physique of the middle and high-level warriors, they should be able to survive it. A shot of penicillin for each person will increase the probability of surviving it.
"If he can't stand the power of the medicine, give him an Encouragement Technique, an Encouragement Technique, or whatever. By the way, if you don't want everyone in the Eagle Country to fall ill..."
"This one will get sick piece by piece?!"
The leading Golden Eagle warrior immediately raised his head, his eyes full of fear. Gretel spread his hands:
"Otherwise? If you don't want to do this, take a good bath before taking it back, and boil or burn all your clothes. For other treatments, you can figure it out yourself!"
After saying that, he set up a wind barrier around the two of them, and dragged Cerela away to fly away. Leaving several Golden Eagle warriors standing there looking at each other, they could only roll up their sleeves and follow Grete's words, one by one.
Soldiers get injections.
After the medicine entered his body, the face of Golden Eagle Warrior Kuzco first improved. He knelt on the ground and prayed a few words to the Eagle God. The golden flames on his body flickered on and off, and he took a long breath. When he stood up again
, the rash on my face and body subsided, and my voice returned to normal.
The breath he exhaled was blood red. When it fell to the ground, the tender grass on the ground immediately withered.
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