Chapter 1005: Snake God, I Will Sell You My Divine Power. What Price Will You Pay? (Monthly Ticket Adds 2 Updates)
There was a moment of silence in the temple.
Tratoani looked at Grete carefully, from head to feet, and then from feet to head. Grete raised her face and looked at him without flinching, muttering silently in her heart:
"The vaccine is not that fast... but the verification method of transmission is very fast... several possibilities are verified at the same time, and it is estimated that it will be out in ten days and a half..."
Grete will never forget the example of yellow fever given by the teacher when he was studying "Epidemiology" in his previous life:
“In 1802, Stubbings Firth, a doctoral student at the University of Pennsylvania, applied the vomit of yellow fever patients to his wounds, dripped it into his eyes, inhaled the gas evaporated from the vomit, and swallowed the dried and compressed product of the vomit. , swallow the diluted vomit directly..."
There was an uproar of "yue——" in the classroom. The teacher continued to speak without changing his expression:
"He was safe every time. Later, he followed the same method and inhaled the patient's blood, saliva, sweat and urine into his body, and was still safe. From this, he was convinced that yellow fever cannot be transmitted between people. spread."
The classroom was buzzing with chatter, and the students all shook their heads. They admired the perseverance of this senior, but also sympathized with him for suffering so much in vain. The teacher continued:
"In 1900, in order to prove that yellow fever is transmitted through mosquitoes, American military doctor Raziel allowed himself to be bitten by mosquitoes that had bitten yellow fever patients. He became infected and successfully proved this——"
The voice in the class became louder again, and the students whispered among themselves, with many saying things like "Then you will be successful and famous." Immediately afterwards, the teacher's voice poured cold water on their heads:
"he died."
"..."
"..."
There was a moment of silence in the classroom. All the students lost their smiles and lowered their heads to pay tribute to the brave traveler.
For yellow fever, in the year when Grete traveled through time, there were no special symptomatic treatments. They could only provide supportive treatment to prevent complications and treat headaches and pains. In 1900, if you were infected, you basically had to risk your life.
Of course, that's not the case now. [Disease removal] plus [Treatment], a two-pronged approach, you can always bring your life back. Therefore, Gretel was eager to obey the authority and agreed to use prisoners of war for experiments——
Anyway, the first one is that you can't die, the healing spell can do it; the second one is that it can't spread, all the magicians carry magic tools to repel mosquitoes and flies. In addition, every room has a targeted mosquito repellent magic array. …
Just when I thought of this, a black mist suddenly filled up around the statue of the snake god. The black mist rotates, condenses, and fixes, coating the pure black scales of the snake god statue with a layer of gleaming brilliance.
Then, the god's eyes lit up, the snake's kiss opened, and hissed a message. A vague yet extremely clear wave passed through the hall and passed directly into Gretel's heart:
"Lord of Plague, are you trying to take advantage of my divine power?"
Where to start?
Grete was stunned for a moment, his mind racing, checking out the various things he had done recently. After thinking for a while, he shook his head firmly:
"What do I need your divine power for?"
"Only my divine power can protect the soldiers from the plague!" The snake god became excited instantly, the black mist billowed, and hissed:
"If you want to eliminate the plague, what else can you do besides using my power? - Tell you, it's impossible!"
Gretel: "..."
Should I say that fortunately I am a priest of the God of Nature... My healing skills may come from nature, or they may come from something else. Anyway, it has nothing to do with you!
Otherwise, I would still be stuck as a first-level priest if I expected you to be such a picky and swishy god!
Forget it, you can't ask too much of the indigenous gods. At least it's not an automatic answering machine that condenses faith, but a living thing that falls on the ground and can speak by itself——
If the negotiation doesn't go well, you can still ask the senior brother to take action and catch it and give it a good beating. For this reason, don’t be too picky.
Gretel silently comforted himself and tried to smile at the snake god:
"My defense against the plague shouldn't require your divine power - at least, the defense ideas are different. But to be on the safe side, can you please tell me how you protect your warriors and protect them from the plague?"
"Wherever my divine power reaches, all disasters will of course retreat!"
The snake god answered without hesitation. Gretel pouted:
"Come on, everything depends on divine power, and we can't talk about it now. - Even if it is divine power, it has a way of functioning, right?"
The snake god seemed to be enraged, hissing, hissing, and writhing. Suddenly, Archmage Baierbo coughed slightly:
"If you say that, we can't talk. Otherwise, you call a warrior in - preferably a low-level one - cover him with divine power, and let us see how it works?"
This passage was spoken calmly, softly and slowly, with a slight smile on his face as he spoke. The black mist suddenly stopped churning, shrank back slightly, paused for a while, and then quickly swept through the hall.
"……cough."
As if receiving some order, Tratoani coughed lightly, stood up and raised his hand.
Soon, one of the Black Eagle warriors standing guard on the steps outside the door walked in quickly. He first saluted the statue, then saluted Tratorani and the two guests respectively.
Then, put down your weapon and stand carefully in front of Gretel.
A wisp of black mist immediately covered it. It's very light, very light, and can barely be seen if you don't pay attention. Gretel's eyes suddenly widened, staring closely at the warrior, and quickly switched to detection magic:
"The energy intensity is not very high, so touch the second ring...the stronger one in the second ring...the infrared vision...Senior brother, his body temperature has dropped!"
"I saw it!" Archmage Baierbo replied calmly. Gretel muttered softly:
"Snake god? Snakes are temperature-changing animals. Their body temperature is always relatively cool. It is possible to make him look cooler... wind... there is no wind around him... smell..."
He muttered, jumped up and down, studied for a long time, and walked around the Black Hawk warrior three or five times.
It was only when the black mist shrank and swollen, and became a little impatient, that he confidently came to a conclusion:
"The snake god's blessing is to simulate the person being blessed into a snake in terms of body temperature, smell, fluctuations, etc. It allows the poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies in the jungle to ignore his existence and not bite him, right? "
The black mist fell silent and clung to the statue, making no sound. Gretel raised his head and looked directly at the statue of the snake god, spreading his hands towards it:
"So I said, my thinking is definitely different. My idea is to use magic to drive away poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies - if we can determine which kind of thing is spreading, we can reduce the cost even lower, close to zero-ring magic. situation;"
He glanced at Archmage Belbo inquiringly, and his senior brother nodded to him, meaning "No problem, it can be done." Gretel cheered up and continued:
"The second idea is to find anti-worm medicine in the jungle, make a potion and apply it on the body. Of course, this requires full communication with the indigenous people in the jungle, or with the help of the power of the nature priest..."
Archmage Baierbo: "..."
What kind of tone is this?
Why does it sound like we're going to bring in nature priests from the mainland?
Little Gretel, have you forgotten that you are a level 10 nature priest?
Even if you are lazy and don’t want to go into the jungle, if someone dug up those trees and grass, you should know which ones can repel mosquitoes by asking them!
Forget it, teach me a lesson, or beat your junior brother, don't do it in front of outsiders. Master Baierbo looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart. He listened to Gretel's statement:
"There is another method, and this is what I am investing the most energy in now - it is to make people resistant to this disease. Just like I used to make them resistant to smallpox, bite it and bite it. After you bite it, you will not get sick!"
The black mist billows again. It first stretched out a whip-like mist and whipped it at the Black Eagle warrior.
When the Black Eagle Warrior left quickly, the black mist simply broke away from the statue, coiled up in the air for a while, stood upright for a while, and expanded extremely at the end, making a loud hissing sound:
"That's not to divide my power! It's not to steal my magical power! Once you get the magic medicine for smallpox, many people won't believe in me! My power, my power! If they all expect me, fear Me, beg me, how could I...how could I..."
Gretel lowered his eyes silently. How sad, he thought, that the power of the gods is like this -
No matter how powerful the god is, no matter how arrogant the god is, when no one in this land believes in him, no one worships him, no one fears him, no one even calls his name anymore...
The so-called gods can only return to dust like mortals, and dust to dust. In fact, because he is more powerful than mortals, he needs to endure fear and pain for a longer period of time before dying...
"alright!"
He was wandering in the sky, sighing silently, when Archmage Baierbo interrupted impatiently. The archmage stared at the billowing black mist in the center of the temple, with a slight scorching heat in his eyes:
"Isn't it just some divine power? Isn't it just the fear and worship of the people? In this way, when Little Gretel makes something, I will teach you how to make it, or give it to you directly, and you will distribute it in the name of God's blessing. Is this okay?!”
Grete doesn’t want the power of faith!
To him, every power of faith and every chant of "Lord of the Plague" are poisonous and an obstacle to his advancement! If you can get rid of it and have an unlucky guy take over, that would be the best!
"That's great!"
The black mist condensed, subconsciously coiled into a snake formation, and lowered its head. Archmage Baierbo leaned back comfortably:
"Of course, these things are not given for free. Hey, I said snake god, what are you willing to give in exchange?"
"Then we have to wait until he makes it first!"
The black mist suddenly stood upright. Archmage Baierbo nodded calmly:
"Of course, we have to wait until he makes it. What will happen after it is made? What are you going to exchange for something that can protect one person, a hundred people, or a thousand people from being harmed by the plague?"
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