Chapter 966: Treasure! Treasure! Dedicate treasure to Miss Silver Dragon!
The six Golden Eagle warriors looked at each other. They stood side by side and looked at the White Eagle warriors rolling on the ground, with serious expressions on their faces:
"It's really strong."
"There was no warning at all, it just started with a finger of the oak staff. I doubt that even this finger was necessary."
"The White Eagle warriors will be knocked down immediately, and even us will be affected... If the Black Eagle warriors are to kill them all in an instant?"
"Let's just report back like this... The plague girl has been killed, and there's no point in holding anyone captive..."
The six of them took syringes each and followed Grete's instructions to inject the White Eagle warriors one by one. Three hundred people! Each Golden Eagle warrior had to inject fifty people! How long will it take to be busy!
Fortunately, after the medicine enters the body, most people get better. Although they are still lying on the ground and humming, the rashes here and there on the body have faded a lot. The throat is not so dry and hoarse, and the body temperature has also dropped slightly.
A little bit...
Several Golden Eagle warriors felt a little relieved. They formed a circle, each took off the golden wings on their backs, and prayed in a low voice. The White Eagle warriors who were still able to move also struggled to get up and lined up behind them.
Amidst the uniform prayers, the golden wings floated in the air, forming a ring. They flapped up and down, gently. In the distant temple, the statue of the Eagle God instantly shot out two golden lights:
"My loyal warrior, news came from afar..."
Grete and Serira flew away without looking back. They passed through the forest, passed the stream, and passed the bloody battlefield. Looking down at the hills on the edge of the battlefield, there was already a scene of jubilant celebrations:
The tall tents formed a large circle. In the open space in front of the tents, there was a blazing campfire, and the soldiers sang and danced. They held wooden and pottery bowls filled with wine pulp in one hand, and large skewers of barbecue in the other, waving their arms and kicking their legs.
Step on the ground and sing loudly:
"Chopping wood, suddenly happy!"
"Chipping wood, suddenly I'm happy!"
"Play stones, light torches, uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Knock down the prey, carry the meat back, hoo!"
The flames flickered, sometimes soaring high, and sometimes being blown down by the wind, reflecting the warriors' faces in and out. The colorful feather crests on their heads and the complex totem lines on their faces looked even more ferocious under the firelight.
Terrible.
However, at this time, no one would think that these faces look scary. Every face is filled with a bright smile, and smile is the most common thing among human emotions:
Two warriors who are not from the same tribe, do not know each other, and do not even speak the same language. As long as they look at each other, they will raise the barbecue in their hands, open their mouths, and laugh:
"Won!"
"Won!"
"It's safe!"
"No more fear of the plague girl!"
With her sharp eyes, Serila saw at a glance the black panther, which was several times bigger than a tiger, lying in the crowd, squinting, its tail like a steel whip swaying slightly. It was chewing barbecue, its mouth was full of oil, and several soldiers were surrounding it.
Beside it, brushing its fur diligently...
"Look! Leopard!"
She shouted happily and pointed down. Grete took her hand and fluttered down. Immediately, several great chiefs and great witch priests came together to salute him:
"Dear Lord Son of God..."
"Dear Lord of Plague..."
"Hey, we won't talk about this today!" Gretel waved his hand in a good mood:
"We had a big battle today and won. Everyone is tired. It's time to celebrate! Without further ado, let's eat meat and drink wine!"
"Eat meat and drink wine!" Everyone responded loudly. Immediately afterwards, two warriors carried a freshly roasted calf and put it in front of them. The chief of the buffalo tribe personally cut off a soft and juicy piece.
The tenderloin was served to Grete:
"Lord Son of God, please!"
Gretel: "..."
One thing to say, it is a bit wasteful for you to grill meat like this... Why not bake it piece by piece, so that each piece has its own flavor and is not easy to burn...
While he was cursing, he took out his knife and chose the best piece to give to Serila. Just after dividing it, two more warriors came over carrying the head of the roasted sheep and dedicated a piece of sheep tail oil to him...
Gretel: "..." I won't eat it! Take it away! What's so delicious about this kind of pure fat! It's too greasy!
The two of them ate and drank heartily. It was not until Gretel was stroking his belly and lying on the side hiccupping that several chiefs came to him. They touched their chests with their hands and saluted deeply:
"Dear Son of God, I am very grateful that you fought side by side with us and defeated the plague girl. We will always remember your courage and kindness in our hearts. Please accept our gratitude and dedication..."
"No need"
Gretel blurted out. Before he finished speaking, "plop", "plop", several large baskets made of rattan were carried up by the soldiers and laid flat in a row in front of Gretel.
Under the torch, the brilliant color of gold and the brilliance of colorful jewelry shine all over the place.
Serira's eyes were quickly reflected into gold. Gretel glanced at her and closed her mouth very wisely.
"So much gold..." Cerela admired in a low voice. She knelt down and fiddled with these items one by one:
Unlike the trophies given to them by the White Horned King, which had been buried in mud and soil for an unknown length of time, the gifts sent by these human tribes were not fragments at least. Cerira casually picked up the box closest to her.
, pick up a piece of gold:
It was a golden mask. The shape was very special. It didn't basically fit the human face like the masks Gretel saw in Nevis, but it was two or even three circles larger than the human face.
The sides of the mask are spread out as much as possible, and the pointed ears are tilted up one by one with their membranes, looking a bit like a bat. The top of the mask is decorated with a circle of brilliant feathers, and a circle of gold hangings dangles from the bottom. The front is extremely large.
Some areas are covered with cinnabar...
Cerira picked up the mask, flipped it over, and covered her face. The silver-blue eyes were shining behind the mask, and in the middle of the eyes, the silver-blue drop-shaped pendant was also gently swinging at the vertical pupil position.
Let out thousands of rays of brilliance.
"I like this!"
Serila announced happily. She let go of her hand, and the golden mask naturally adhered to her face, and she reached out to grab it in the box again.
What I grabbed this time was a long golden staff. There was a golden eagle standing on the head of the staff, with its wings spread out and its head lowered to peck. There was a golden snake hovering around the staff. The snake's body was tightly wrapped around the staff. The snake's head was tilted back, its neck
It is extremely swollen and is looking for an opportunity to attack the Golden Eagle.
The golden eagle's wings and tail feathers are all drawn in great detail, and the fine scales on the snake's body can actually be seen to differentiate between contraction and relaxation.
Not to mention the two emeralds in the eyes of the golden eagle were sparkling and alive, and the pair of rubies in the snake's eyes seemed to be on fire. Even regardless of the cut or the size and texture of the gems, this golden staff was already beautiful enough.
"I like this too!"
Cerela raised the golden staff high. Her slender fingers moved quickly, whirring the heavy golden staff in a circle, then raised it towards Gretel and gave it a weak smash:
"Bang!"
"...Thank you, I think the oak cane is painful enough..."
Gretel held his head in both hands and murmured. Cerela laughed happily and continued to search for treasures in the box. Those gold plates, gold bowls, gold armlets, gold pieces and gold ornaments were not interesting enough for her to even look at.
Look, they are probably used to make the bed later.
After picking around, she found only a natural gold nugget the size of a watermelon and a bracelet made into the shape of a spiritual snake that would wrap around her arm and tremble. She wrapped the bracelet around it.
On the arm, shake it once, then shake it again:
"Oh! Look at that little snake's eyes!" She pulled Gretchen to her side, rotated her arm, and thrust the arm right in front of his eyes:
"Look, if you turn down, it's this color, if you turn up, it's another color!"
The refreshing and sweet smell of the girl's body hit his nostrils. For some reason, Gretel, who had been held in her arms and flown side by side during the day, didn't feel anything was wrong, but his heart suddenly started beating wildly.
He complimented him randomly, then said "I'm going to see the wounded today" and walked away quickly. After taking a few steps, he found the chief of the Kestrel tribe:
"You are too polite..."
"Ah, these are nothing." The chief of the Kestrel tribe raised his head and laughed.
The brick-red, blue-gray, and black-and-white-spotted feather crest was fluttering above his head. He looked at Serila, who picked out another long bead chain and wrapped it around her hand, looking at her. Fine lines formed in the corners of his eyes:
"These are things we occasionally pick up or seize from invaders and use them in exchange. Compared to the lives you saved, they are not worth mentioning. It is only because the lady likes them that we dare to present them to you."
Do you mean this is not all of the gift?
Grete thought for a while, and the gold in these baskets weighed hundreds of kilograms in total, which is about 100,000 gold coins, which is about the same as Cerela's bed made entirely of gold coins... uh... eighteen
one part.
Even in Nevis, this price is enough to buy a level 9 mage to attack with all his strength. Even if there is danger during the attack, as long as it is not a narrow escape, the mage can't say anything...
Isn't this all?
Of course, it is understandable that the value of gold is different in different places. Gretel tried his best to keep his expression from cracking and nodded calmly:
"Then what?"
"You saved the lives of our people and protected us from the plague girl. Only by dedicating our most precious treasures to you can we be worthy of your kindness. The core of a powerful monster, a weapon refined for many years, a rare treasure
…”
He looked back at the soldiers singing and dancing by the campfire, beaming:
"These are stored in the tribe's big house. Now that we have won, I have sent tribesmen to get them. In addition, if you have any needs, we will do our best to help you!"
"That's right!"
A small mountain-like bison walked out of the darkness. The White-Horned King lowered his head, pointed his warm eyes at Gretel, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Dear Son of God, if you have any needs, just ask. As long as we have it, you will definitely get it!"
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Thinking about it, what does Grete (including his team) lack...
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