It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 986: Hang the street lamp from the bishop who dropped the smallpox! (Update 5 with ten thousand rewards)
Chapter 986: Hang the street lamp from the bishop who dropped the smallpox! (Update 5 with ten thousand rewards)
Gretel subconsciously followed the crowd and took a few steps back. He pursed his lips and looked at the triumphant army and the prisoners they were escorting.
The archbishop who was ranked first in the list of prisoners had his gold-rimmed white robe in tatters. He didn't know if he had more fishing nets or more mop strips. He lowered his head and was held up by two soldiers. He was in a state of confusion.
semi-conscious state;
The second-ranked knight's armor was all pitted and uneven (Gretel felt distressed for a while). Although he was not semi-conscious, his eyes were wide open, his head was tilted, his expression was numb, and drool was drooling from the corner of his mouth.
Grete secretly speculated, which master of the magic control system was responsible for throwing a mental retardation spell at this person?
the third……
The fourth place...
The fifth place...
Prisoners from the Glorious Holy See and prisoners from various surrounding tribes appeared alternately. Gretel tried hard to feel the power of each prisoner, curiously guessing the way the natives ranked the prisoners:
"13, 13, this one seems to be only level 11... This one is 13 again? Could it be that the force field strength has dropped due to the injury? Hey... this person... looks a bit familiar..."
He half-closed his eyes and took one step forward, one step, and another. The man being escorted in front seemed to have been seen somewhere, but he couldn't remember...
The prisoner had a bruised nose and swollen face, his head hung down, and his face was half blood and half mud. Gretel felt that he had never seen this guy before, or at least, under this cover, he shouldn't be able to recognize his identity.
So, where does this sense of familiarity come from...
He subconsciously walked forward. Ahead, the team escorting the prisoners was slightly confused. Two soldiers crossed their spears and raised their voices to stop them:
"Don't come close! Don't disturb the team!"
"This is the son of the gods!"
The White Eagle warrior accompanying Gretel quickly scolded him back. While trying to refute the other party, he also wanted to avoid disturbing Gretel's trance state. He had no choice but to walk half a step in front of Gretel, stretched out his arms, and blocked him.
Exit a channel:
"It's the noble Lord of Plague! Don't block his way!"
The soldiers who stopped them were startled. Even if they didn't know anything else about this battle, they also knew that a young son named Thunder God, a strong man of the Lord of Plague, together with the Golden Eagle warriors, killed the plague girl;
This son of the God of Thunder has attracted a large number of strong men who are driving huge divine beasts to stop above their capital and fight with their gods;
Those strong men summoned light, fireballs, thunder and death at will. The 'white ghosts' and the warriors and shaman priests at the foot of the mountain were vulnerable to them...
"Please, please!" They raised their spears and let go of the road, bowing and retreating. Gretel's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and he slowly moved forward. One step, one step, and another, the prisoner he locked moved back.
Shrinking, shrinking again...
"Don't come over here!" He shrank down to the ground, blood was flowing on his face, and he screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Why are you here! If I had known I would have killed you a few years ago... At that time, I only needed one finger to kill you..."
Huh? Who is this guy? It sounds like he has seen me and dealt with me before?
Grete tried hard to search his memory, but to no avail.
He raised his hand and used a cleaning technique to remove the blood and sludge on the other person's face. He took a closer look, but to no avail.
The Cleansing Technique can remove dirt, but it cannot cure bruises on the nose and face. The other party's face was bruised and purple, which really made it more difficult for him to identify. Grete frowned and thought hard:
Do you want to throw in a healing spell? It seems too much to do this to a prisoner...
"Gretel, what's wrong?"
A steady voice sounded from behind. Gretel suddenly turned around and found that his senior brother had fallen behind him at some point, staring at the group of prisoners. Gretel scratched his head:
"I seem to have seen this prisoner somewhere before...and I can't remember...wait a minute!"
His eyes lit up. He walked a few steps, stood one step in front of the prisoner, inhaled, exhaled, and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, a dim light shot out around his pupils, locking the prisoner firmly in the middle:
"I remembered! It's not that I've seen him before, but the Plague Girl has!" Gretel suddenly turned around, grabbed Senior Brother Byerbo, and pointed his other hand straight at the prisoner:
"I saw him in the memory of the plague girl! It was him who gave the blanket stained with smallpox to the plague girl and started this plague!"
"What!" Archmage Baierbo was greatly shocked. He made a gesture and murmured a few words, and soon, the golden eagle warriors, female snakes, and magicians flew down one after another.
Archmage Heins was the first one to rush to the scene. As soon as he arrived at the scene, he stared at the prisoner:
"Is it him? Is this this guy?"
The air of death and resentment in this guy is boiling and rolling, so thick that it can be seen with the naked eye. In the eyes of the archmage of the necromancy system, this guy is simply a living priceless treasure!
"Wait, wait, let me take a look again." Behind Archmage Haines, a young mage who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a smell of perfume lingering even in the wilderness, walked out slowly:
"Let me look through his memory... to see who he is and how he came up with such a vicious idea..."
He waved his hand casually, and on the middle finger of his right hand, a moonstone ring shed a hazy light, covering the prisoner. The prisoner's eyes widened as much as he could, and then suddenly shrunk to the point of a needle. For a moment, he screamed:
"It's not me! It's not me! It was Governor Alfonso who asked me to do this! He threatened me that if I didn't go, he would hand me over to the Holy See... I am here alone, without subordinates or backstage..."
"It was me...it was my idea...the plague girl...such a powerful demon, she is only one step away from killing the Eagle Kingdom..."
Gretel quietly took two steps back and hid himself behind Archmage Baierbo. The senior brother did not look back, looking ahead, only smiling at him through the spiritual connection:
"Did you see it? The great mage of the control system... is so powerful... Even if there are magic items to protect the soul, they can still get around it. If you don't want to be attacked by them, just build your own mental barrier!
"
Gretel Weiwei. After listening to a few words, the master of the control system suddenly twisted the ring. The moonstone on the ring turned to the inner circle and turned out an opal. Another circle of blurred and dreamy light shone down.
, and soon, he half-closed his eyes and fell into meditation.
"This guy confessed a lot." After a while, he opened his eyes and raised his hand to the magicians around him. On the little finger of his left hand, an emerald ring shone brightly:
"I've recorded it all, and I'll transcribe it into the airship when I get back."
The archmages all nodded, and except for Archmage Heins, the others tacitly took a step back to make way for the natives.
Chihuacotto was the first to pounce on him. Thousands of snake hair hissed, and his eyes made of phosphorescent light quickly opened and closed, as if they were going to bite him to death:
"That's you?!"
The deputy referee of Lucerne slowly raised his head and looked around at the natives and magicians with despair in his eyes.
From the Glorious Holy City to the Kingdom of Kent, from the Kingdom of Kent to the New World, and then from the small town of Waltham on the east coast of the New World to the Eagle Country in the southeastern part of the New World
He had traveled so far and escaped thousands of miles away, but why was he still recognized by Gretel Nordmark and his original mission target?!
The magicians looked at him coldly and stood aside. Except for the pale and swollen black-robed mage, who stared at him with a fanatical face, everyone else wanted to see him die;
The woman with her long hair and fangs spread out at the end of each hair looked like she really wanted to drive those poisonous snakes and bite him to death on the spot;
And those warriors wearing golden armor, one by one, clenched the weapons in their hands. If someone gave an order, they would probably chop themselves into minced meat immediately and use those obsidian knives and axes...
"Dedicate him to God!"
"Yes, to God!"
"Now, immediately!"
The deputy referee of Lucerne was horrified. He once watched a living sacrifice by the indigenous people. The indigenous people dragged the person to the top of the pyramid, cut open the chest and took out the heart while he was still alive.
The dagger was still made of obsidian. The man who was sacrificed alive wailed at the top of the pyramid for a long, long time!
He doesn't want to die!
He doesn't want to die!
Who can save him? Who can save his life in a place like this, surrounded by enemies?
Deputy Governor Alfonso can't, Archbishop Teramo can't, the natives can't, the magicians... the magicians... no one can save him, no one will be willing to save him, except...
"Save me!" He suddenly gained strength, rolled and crawled, and rushed towards Gretel. Although he was immediately blocked by two spears and pinned to the ground, he still held on to the ground and struggled towards Gretel.
Reach out:
"Please save me! I no longer dare to be your enemy! I gave up on killing you and came so far away! I am willing to be your follower and your slave. I can sign a soul contract
...I am a fourteenth-level priest, I can be useful to you..."
The magicians tacitly found a way to reveal Gretel in front of others. Only Archmage Baierbo did not step aside, standing firmly in front of Gretel, turning around and saying:
"Gretel, what did you say?"
"I don't want this guy!"
Grete turned his head away, full of disgust. Some disgusting thing wanted to hug his thigh, dreaming!
Stay away from him!
Not to mention signing a soul contract to be his slave, even if he died and wanted to be his skeleton soldier, he didn't want that!
Dirty his space bag!
Archmage Baierbo chuckled softly. Yes, this is the Gretel he knew. He usually seemed soft-hearted, but when faced with big things, he was persistent and not greedy. He glanced at the mud on the ground leisurely:
"Then what do you think we should do with him?"
"Hang him up as a street lamp!"
Gretel blurted out. He immediately regretted the words: Street lights, where did the street lights come from in this place? This is not Nevis. No, I am not talking about the roadside in Nevis, the kind of street lights that are lit by municipal maintenance people every evening.
…
"You can really make things happen for me." Just as he was thinking about how to make amends, Archmage Baierbo already sighed.
He flicked his hand, and in the center of the square, at the center point of the two pyramids, the rocks naturally began to flow. In a moment, a Nevis-style stone street lamp rose from the ground. When he flicked it again, the top of the street lamp, the stone lampshade shined brightly,
After a while, he restrained himself again:
"This street lamp represents everything you have done for this country, your contribution to helping them save themselves from smallpox and recruiting reinforcements for them."
Archmage Baierbo spoke lightly, and his voice, under the magic, spread loudly throughout the square. After saying these two sentences, he flicked his fingers for the third time:
"go!"
An activated rope flew out of thin air, strangled the Lucerne deputy referee's neck, and hung him dangling on the street lamp.
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