Chapter 1039 Gretel: Addicted to Playing with Cats, Has No Intention of Going Out

"Mr. Trocca, you have grown a little bigger...you can turn into a black panther, right? I think your power structure is almost completed, right?"

"Meow."

"How about making it smaller? Mr. Troca's kitten form has always been very cute! Look, this is the big fish Celera caught from the Storm Islands. I specially left a small dried fish for you!"

"Meow……"

"Then... shall I play with you for a while? Come on, grab this feather! Grab it!"

"Meow!"

Grete discussed tirelessly, or cajoled, or offered small dried fish as bribes, but all he got was Mr. Trocca's group there, and there was no sound of a soft scream.

The cat doesn’t want to transform, or in other words, it doesn’t want to waste the power it has so easily repaired to become bigger or smaller, a leopard or a kitten. The golden feather of the Eagle God is so rich in power and essence that it has only seen it in its life. It will seize this opportunity to reach a higher level...

Besides, I am the great Mr. Trocca!

It's a noble monster!

Not a cat!

Dare you steal my golden feather! Although he was just dangling it in front of me, teasing me to grab it, he actually dared to pull this precious golden feather out from under my paws!

Meow Fishnet Claw!

"Wow--"

Gretel scurried away with his head in his arms.

After failing to pick up the cat, and there was no other animal to analyze for the time being, Gretel had no choice but to huddle in the laboratory and study hard. Study the transfiguration information in the council, and also study the transfiguration experience passed down by the nature priests:

Analyze, compare, think, experiment...

What?

Study rabbits and mice?

Observe their shapes, dissect their bodies, understand every inch of them, and imprint their details in your heart?

NEVER!

What kind of fighting power do these two forms have? No fighting power, no speed, no special abilities, nothing! Learning the art of transformation is to enhance your survival ability or combat effectiveness, not to cause trouble for yourself!

Anyway, when the wolf, or leopard, or wolf carcass or leopard carcass he placed the order comes, he will just slowly study and observe... Sharpening the knife will keep you from chopping wood...

The dean moved his mouth and broke his legs. Grete handed over a piece of paper lightly, and the researchers of the institute, the presiding mages and assistants of the Mage Tower, and the soldiers of the Eagle Kingdom began to get busy:

There are no living wolves!

There are no live leopards!

Whether it is the Eagle God or the Snake God, they all eat blood. In other words, they not only eat the souls of those monsters, but also their bodies.

The eagle god eats more reservedly, pecking open the skull, eating the brain, and eating the heart. Then he held the corpse under his claws and pecked at it bit by bit, tearing out every bit of muscle and swallowing it. At least there was still a set of bones left;

Snake gods are more straightforward. They are swallowed with the skin and bones in one bite, and slowly digested after swallowing. Of course, after digestion, there will be residues excreted, but whether the whole bones or residues are excreted, then... it depends...

Besides, even if there were bones, they would have ended up in the burial pit, mixed with human bones, broken bones of other animals, and broken pottery figurines. Want to dig them out completely——

Might as well catch a live one!

It was under these circumstances that Taco Monde entered the jungle. He and his son joined the "white ghosts" in attacking the Eagle Kingdom and were defeated and captured. They originally thought they would be dragged away as a human sacrifice, but after being detained for a period of time, they were sent to the research institute;

After being locked up in the institute for a few more months, they were suddenly dragged out and said to be his daughter's sweetheart. Tupac Amaru invited a big boss to intercede, and the owner of the institute planned to release them;

However, they didn't release it immediately. Everyone pulled it out, poked it with the strange tube, and pushed some cold liquid in. After being imprisoned for two days, he was pulled out again and his legs were bitten by mosquitoes. He was imprisoned for a few more days...

"You can leave!" A "white ghost" wearing a black robe and a serious face led them to the door and pointed outward:

"We have made an agreement with the people of Eagle Country that they will not take you back again. It's only for this time. We won't care if you do something wrong next time!"

The father and son walked down the hillside cautiously, walked into the city of Tenoch, and then walked out of the city. Sure enough, they were not arrested. However, when I returned to the tribe...

It was like a thunderbolt.

The best warriors of the tribe were captured!

The strongest men have been captured!

The only ones left were the old and the weak, women, children and girls, and slaves. They huddled in the fence of the village, even going out together to fetch water, and they dared not go out when it got dark.

The cornfield and pumpkin patch outside the fence were ruined by wild beasts in the jungle. The east part was crooked and the west part was full of big holes. Just like this, no one in the village dared to plant...

"Want to redeem others? Yes!" He returned to Tenoch City, and the mage in the mage tower told him:

"You can also want warriors from other tribes, weapons, armors, scrolls and medicines! We are open to trade here! Of course, you have to exchange things..."

Tribal land?

Taco Mond was reluctant to part with it. Even if it is a jungle, it is a jungle that belongs to their tribe. It is their hunting ground, the place where they gather medicine, and where their young warriors gain experience.

Every inch of expansion of the jungle's boundaries was fought out by him, his father, his father's father, and the soldiers!

Even if he signed a contract to give a piece of the jungle to these new "white ghosts" in exchange for the tribe's warriors, Taco Mond would not be willing to part with it. He could only settle for the next best thing:

"Is there anything else I can exchange for?"

"Others? That's a lot! Warcraft, magic plants, mineral deposits, medicinal materials, all kinds of things... By the way, there is an urgent order recently. Once you finish it, you can redeem the person immediately!"

"What?"

"Catch a few monsters..."

Taco Mond sets out into the jungle with his son. He could barely defeat leopards, as long as they were not the strongest ones, and his son would definitely be able to defeat them. It’s better than selling your land, and better than selling your body!

However, not long after entering the jungle, he discovered a group of "white ghosts" with their faces painted in stripes and their bodies wrapped in various colors, sneaking into the forest. Taco Mond sniffed and followed quietly:

That gang!

He remembers the gang!

Those are the white ghosts, the white ghosts who are different from the people in the institute!

That group of people, with a strong smell of sea and wine, and round accessories with sun ray patterns hanging around their necks, came to them and tricked them into attacking Tenoch City!

So many people were killed, so many people were captured, so many people were sent to the pyramids, their hearts were dug out, and their heads were chopped off! They actually have the nerve to come?

How dare they come!

"Follow me!" Taco Mond gestured to his son to cover him from both sides and get behind the white ghosts. Seize one, seize two, preferably all, and take them to Tenoch City and hand them over to the new group of white ghosts——

If you exchange one for another, I wonder how many warriors of their tribe can be exchanged?

It would be great if there was more detailed information and a more important figure could be caught!

A week later, the Archmage Tower in Tenoch City received two unexpected gift packages.

"The new governor has arrived?" Archmage Heins was pulled out of the research institute and attended the meeting of mages. One level 18, two level 15, and a group of mages above level 10, level 7 or 8 gathered in a circle, looking at the large map projected by the tower spirit:

"Supposedly, it's almost time... The rainy season here has ended, and the Storm Islands have also entered a rare period of calm... If the new governor takes office, he should come at this time... So what are they going to do?"

"The results of the torture of the prisoners and the intelligence collected at the port pointed out," a level 5 magic control mage beside the host of the Mage Tower calmly issued a report:

"The new governor has no plans to go to war for the time being. In fact, the current military strength of the governor's office does not allow them to organize a large army to attack us again. However, the current governor's office has plans to indulge pirates and plunder ports and indigenous people."

"This is quite troublesome."

"The mage tower at the port has only level 10 mages. With the mage tower, it can only resist attacks from level 12 to 13. If they detect the truth and send a few experts to pull out the nails, we will be very passive."

"Looting is even more troublesome. We can't control the long coastline at all."

"It's okay to just grab a few indigenous villages. The problem is, we have already opened three plantations here, and we will open ten more in the future. We have already scouted several places and signed contracts with the indigenous people..."

“Should we be proactive?”

"Don't be ridiculous. With our current strength, it is already difficult to defend our own territory. How can we take the initiative?"

"I have an idea... Didn't we make a yellow fever vaccine and use [Epidemic Technique] to vaccinate a large area? Send a mage who knows [Epidemic Technique] to the Storm Islands to kill the yellow fever disease Spread the factors..."

In an instant, all the mages present, except for the two necromancers, gave Lingling a shiver.

Yellow fever, yellow fever. This plague is famous in the Eagle Country and the Storm Islands. A good person can develop high fever, fall on the bed, turn yellow all over, and start vomiting black blood within a few days...

When its sickle passes by, it is not impossible for a city to lose one-tenth or even more of its people. In the Storm Islands, people respect the devil responsible for this disease as the "King in Yellow."

If a ship has an infected person, it must fly a special yellow flag and be quarantined outside the port for 40 days. During this period, if anyone dares to disembark, whether it is a sailor or a passenger, he will be shot to death by the port guards!

"The method is a good one." Archmage Heins leaned forward, crossed his fingers, and supported his chin. Without waiting for the face of the person who made the suggestion to show joy, he let out a long, leisurely sigh:

"It's a pity that it can't be done."

"Why?!"

"Because each of us has sworn an oath. - Everyone who comes here, everyone who enters the institute. Swear to the secret. We must not use what we know and learn to kill or hurt people, but can only use it to treat illnesses and save people. "

There was a moment of silence in the meeting room of the Mage Tower. For a moment, in the corner, several mages whispered:

"It's the Lord of Plague again..."

"Yes, there will be no one else but him..."

"Those who tie their hands and feet..."

"It's okay if you don't take the initiative." In the silence, Archmage Zhannings, a disciple of Archmage Heins, quietly made a suggestion:

"We can universally vaccinate the indigenous people below the plateau, and universally vaccinate the adventurers from Nevis. Others... can we just lead them into the jungle, turn them around a few times, and then put them back?"

"Yes!" The atmosphere suddenly became lively. The magicians spoke one after another:

"Those pirates go into the jungle and go back by themselves. It's not necessarily us who harmed them!"

"You can also put some monkeys in the jungle! Those who have been bitten by disease-carrying mosquitoes! I saw in the paper that if you are scratched by a disease-carrying monkey, you will also get sick!"

"You can also release a group of mosquitoes! Or use [Disease Insect Swarm] to summon mosquitoes and let them bite the monkeys... This can't be considered killing or injuring people, right?"

“It’s okay to put some water bags with mosquito eggs on the pirate ship!”

"By the way, don't let the Lord of Plague know about these things..."

Gretel, who didn't hang out in the city or go to the Mage Tower to chat, didn't know what the Governor's Mansion had done and how the magicians planned to respond. He plunged into the research institute and spent day and night with the monsters sent by the natives:

I am addicted to petting cats and have no intention of going out.

"Ah ah ah sister Yue Ge, please talk to this black panther again! Let it not bite me! I have no ill intentions toward it, I just want to observe its shape!"

"It didn't want to bite you, it was just playing with you...and why didn't you say it yourself? Where are your animal communication skills? Have you fed the dog?"

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