Chapter 1022 Elf Forester and Plague Lord

Monkey safety experiments.

Pass.

Vaccine effectiveness in monkeys.

Pass.

Monkey vaccine protection period.

Uh... the protection period requires constant experimentation, six months, one year, two years, five years... keep experimenting. Forget it, skip it, just do experiments on people.

Then, the necromancers ordered the prisoners according to the book, picked and picked from the prisoners, and discovered a very embarrassing thing...

"However, these prisoners of war are all professionals... The lowest-level civilians and non-professionals required by His Excellency the Lord of the Plague are not available at all!"

"Isn't this nonsense? If you are not a professional, how dare you follow us to rob the Eagle Kingdom? Even if you are a pirate or an indigenous warrior, you don't have the qualifications to join the team as a handyman without a second, third or fourth level professional level!"

"But, if there are no civilians, who should we use for experiments? Is it okay to just use professionals? Or go and tell the Lord of the Plague to just use existing prisoners of war?"

"..."

"..."

The 15th-level necromancer Wendell Jennings, a disciple of Archmage Hines, faced the eager looks of his subordinates and shook his head vigorously:

"You cannot use existing prisoners of war! The Plague Lord is very strict about the experimental conditions. If he uses professionals instead of non-professionals without authorization, he will directly declare the experiment a failure!"

"That's right..." The necromancers looked at each other. Every one of the people here has been scolded by Gretel, and has been hit on the wrist by his elusive transparent hemostat:

I dropped something and bent down to pick it up, I tried to turn on the centrifuge without balance clamping, I didn’t use an alcohol cotton ball to wipe the mouth of the reagent bottle before opening it...

If you dare to change the experimental subjects without authorization, it is probably not a matter of being scolded to death. They may be kicked out!

"What should we do?"

"Don't alarm the Plague Lord about this matter! I'm going to tell the teacher to recruit the indigenous women and children who help raise chickens and rabbits here for experiments!"

"Then it's up to you!"

Archmage Zhannings took advantage of Grete's absence to talk to the teacher about the difficulty. Archmage Heins immediately rejected:

"The aboriginal women and children here can't be used! - Not to mention one or two fell down, just lock them up alone and observe the vaccine reaction these days. Who will do the work? You? Or the few in your group Guy? Or let the skeleton do it?"

Archmage Zhannings' head shook like a rattle. What a joke, these people raise monkeys and mice - the ones in the clean area - to the point where they are almost vomiting blood. Who can help raise chickens and rabbits?

"Then...teacher..."

"Forget it, I'll go talk to Tratoani." Archmage Haines sighed:

"Let them provide a group of civilians. It doesn't take too many anyway. The first group only needs 50, and there will only be a few hundred after that. There are millions of natives around. Just give them a few and it will be done."

"Great! Teacher, you still have a way!"

"Bang!"

A translucent mage's hand raised its index and middle fingers, and struck Archmage Zhannings hard on the forehead:

"Don't think that I don't know. You are just too lazy to deal with them, so you just push the matter to me! - I won't stay here for long. After a year and a half, I will leave it to you to take charge. Eagle of the Eagle You have to be able to speak to these nobles in this country!"

"Hehe...Teacher, isn't it because you are here and I can be lazy as long as I can..."

Archmage Haines sighed and drifted away. When they went to Tenoch City to talk about it, their Tratoani agreed without a second thought:

"You want some people who have no strength, can't be warriors, and can't be priestesses to do experiments? Are they guaranteed to be sent back safely? Can slaves be used? Yes? That's too easy! Don't worry, we will collect them today, and we will be there early tomorrow morning Send people off to the mountains!”

Just a slave!

Although the request is a bit more... Strong slaves over 16 years old, under 30 years old, no sick ones, no injured ones, no pregnant ones... 50 people in total, half male and half...

However, for the Eagle Country, that is nothing at all! I scanned the homes of all the great nobles, golden eagle warriors and female snakes, and they all came out with their eyes closed!

The only ones unhappy were the slaves. When the rainy season comes, the slaves suddenly have more work to do:

A year's harvest depends entirely on this season's rain. Those who weave fences weave fences, those who repair floating fields repair floating fields, and those who sow seeds plant seeds. After taking care of the crops, you have to take care of your own chickens, ducks, dogs and rabbits, and cover the chicken coops and rabbit cages with thatched roofs to prevent them from freezing to death in the rain...

Only after serving them all can we repair our house. It’s raining heavily outside, but it’s okay if it’s raining lightly inside. Don’t let it rain heavily outside and water down the house!

People are not happy about being so busy and being taken to the mountains. Although as slaves, they dare not resist the nobles, it does not prevent these slaves from crying:

"Can we come back-"

"I don't know... my third aunt's little daughter was sent to the mountains. It's been several months and there's been no news at all..."

"It is said that there are some dead people there... The master's family I served, their soldiers went there once and came back and said that there were skeletons walking around everywhere..."

"Are we going to die too? Will we be taken there, have our hearts dug out, beheaded, and put on a wooden shelf?"

"No--"

The team went slower and slower, slower and slower. The slaves who were sent to the top of the mountain were not like the wizards who could ride phantom horses. At worst, they could summon magic horses to travel. They could only walk on their own two legs.

In order to prevent them from escaping, their hands were tied and strung together, causing them to stagger and stumble. Next to me, the soldier who was selected to escort the slaves was wearing a raincoat and walking in the rain with one foot in the water and one in the mud. He urged angrily:

"Let's go! - Whoever doesn't want to go, just die here and someone in black robe will turn you into a living corpse and take you away!"

Become a living corpse?

Forester Ashe Yuege's ears pricked up.

After receiving Tupac Amaru's call for help, she traveled for a month from the remote rainforest to the Eagle Country. He hid his figure, quietly inquired around, and locked onto "that place"——

Tupac Amaru's friends, comrades in arms, father of his beloved girl, brothers, and warriors of the same tribe. Those who did not die in the war or in the living sacrifices should have been sent there...

So where exactly is it? She has been wandering around Tenoch City for three days and still has not found the suspicious location. Instead, she was almost swept out by the mage tower several times. It’s rare to send a group of slaves to the mountains, what a great opportunity!

Follow us quickly!

Ashe Yuege licked her paws and turned around, turning into a smaller form. It is only a little over two feet long, and its whole body is grayish-yellow, covered with black spots and stripes. It is impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye when it lies on the mountain or in the bushes.

She jumped lightly to keep up with the team transporting slaves, and from time to time she pricked up her ears to listen to the words on the other side:

"Go faster!"

"I'm procrastinating, I want to die!"

"The Plague Lord is waiting to use you!"

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