Chapter 1100 Gretel, Come On! Fight with the Oak Staff!

"Stop fighting..."

"Stop fighting..."

Gretel ran from east to west and from west to east under the shade of the old trees. First, he ran back and forth, then he ran in circles, one lap of 400 meters, two laps of 800 meters...

I started running in human form, but when I couldn't run anymore, I switched to bear form and ran...

Behind him, an oak stick, or rather, a small oak tree, opened up a few tree roots and kept chasing after him. Swing the branch, pump it horizontally and vertically.

From time to time, he would shoot a leaf and make a whizzing dart.

Elder Fahim stood in front of the laboratory door, stroking his white beard and looking at it with a smile. Beside him, Aneri Linge followed the oak staff with his eyes and couldn't help laughing:

"Grete's oak staff... is so lively..."

"Yes, it's really very energetic." Elder Fahim's mouth raised, then flattened, then raised again, then flattened:

"With such an oak staff, after he advances a few more times, it will be effortless to transform him into a tree man. Look, he can actually hit people with tree roots!"

"I told you not to hit me!"

Gretel suddenly stopped, changed back into human form, and put on a set of defenses for himself. Pointing at the oak staff, angrily:

"That's almost it! Just hit it twice to vent your anger. How many times do you need to hit me! Don't think I can't beat you!"

The oak staff jumped up and struck. Several tree roots stretched out at the same time, supporting the ground and turning the oak staff from straight to horizontal. The branches converged and turned into a spear, thrust forward with all their strength.

Gretel dodged left and right:

"Eh!"

"Eh!"

"Eh, still missed!"

"Ouch!"

Here Grete turns to the left, turns to the right, jumps left, jumps right, avoiding the thrust of the oak staff. On the other side, several tree roots of the oak stick were held flat and thrust forward. Unexpectedly, a tree root was lifted up, giving Gretel a kick!

Fortunately, Gretel's defense was fully charged, so the tree root swept Tang's leg and made a loud bang on the high mage's armor. He was hit so hard that he took a step to the left, suddenly transformed into a black bear, and rushed over with a roar:

"Ouch!"

Relying on the strong defensive power of the bear form, he stood up against the blows from branches and roots, raised his palms and slapped hard. Slap the oak stick on the ground, lie up, press the branches with your front paws, and press the roots with your back paws:

"My name is Qinchao! I call you Qinchao!"

This kind of fight between the master and the staff is really rare to see. Aneri Linge covered her lips and laughed so hard that her branches trembled. Serila was already laughing so much that she squatted down, hugged her belly, and wiped away tears:

"Hahahahaha...Gretel! Work harder! Hit him!"

Even the elf spellcaster Dela Locia, who came to deliver the experimental animals and stopped by the elder for a meal, could not maintain his usual cold face, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

Only Elder Fahim's focus was not on Gretel's fight with the oak staff. The old man's eyes lit up, and he tightened his fingers on his white beard, almost tearing off a beard:

"Eeeeeeeeeee!"

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

"Look, I taught him the art of transfiguration before, and he couldn't learn it while maintaining his bear form and talking at the same time. Now he can learn it after a fight with an oak staff!"

"Yes!" Aneri Lin Ge laughed and sighed again. Seeing Grete muttering and arguing with the oak staff, he shook his head and said:

"Would you like to strengthen that oak staff? If we fight him again, maybe he will learn to transform and cast spells?"

"No need for now." The elder smiled and shook his head. Grete's stay here will not be short, and there will be plenty of opportunities to teach him slowly. Apart from anything else, he still has no clue about Jasmine's father's illness. He must be cured before he can leave!

Grete and the oak staff rolled around for a long time before returning to their human form and returning to Elder Fahim with the oak staff in hand. After this beating, the oak staff finally behaved, retracted its branches and roots, and returned to its eyebrow-level staff form.

Gretel held up the oak staff and frowned:

"Elder, I can't teach this guy well. Please teach him..."

"Can't you teach him well? I think this kid is pretty good." Elder Fahim smiled and shook his head:

"On the other hand, you really don't have a master. You teach your own oak staff, why do you push it on others? - Didn't your teacher teach you? Legendary master, you shouldn't even understand this!"

"Well……"

Gretel was completely embarrassed to say that although my teacher was a legend, he was a teacher in the direction of magic. Elder Erwin, the natural priest, is currently at level nine, which is already lower than me. He could only bow his head honestly:

"I, when I was in the first level, I went to Nevis, which is the city of mages... Later, I learned a lot of things piecemeal, and I didn't follow the teacher all the time..."

That's OK. Elder Fahim sighed. This child is smart, but it is a pity that he has not been taught well - even if he is taught well, it is of little use. Human beings are not as close to nature as elves.

Now that Gretel is with him, he must learn the relevant lessons about elf cubs all over again!

"Since you use the oak staff as a protective weapon, you need to communicate with it more. What do you know, what do you know, what did you learn today, meditate with it, and tell it everything!"

"But I don't know how to let it learn dialysis..." Gretel frowned. Look at Elder Fahim, look at his oak staff, and then look at the ancient tree not far away:

"Elder, if it still doesn't work, can you let Gushu teach it?"

"You have to learn it." Elder Fahim shook his head and did not answer, but pointed at the ancient tree:

"Go, communicate with it yourself, ask it what it wants to do, and whether it can initiate communication between trees. - Of course, it is best for you to learn it yourself. When you go to other places in the future, you can teach other plants by yourself. . Do you still want to carry the ancient tree with you?"

"Well……"

Gretel held the oak staff in his arms, lowered his head and stepped in front of the ancient tree. One hand grasped the oak staff and stood it on the ground, with the head of the staff leaning against the trunk. The other hand was stretched out and the palm of the hand was pressed against the ancient tree:

"Help me..."

He quietly sank into meditation, communicating with the ancient trees and the oak staff. The breeze blew through the forest, the ancient branches and leaves rustled, and the oak staff stood upright silently. The roots of the tree penetrated deeply into the soil, and were connected with the ancient trees underground.

Between the ancient trees and the young oaks, information is quietly exchanged and communicated. As for what they communicated, Gretel was limited to levels and could not fully analyze it yet. He clutched the oak staff and kept recalling:

In the human body, what are the normal components in the blood... What metabolic components will be produced...

Which components should be filtered out by the kidneys? If the kidneys are damaged, or a large amount of poisons cannot be metabolized by the kidneys, they should be filtered out by an artificial dialysis machine...

Which ingredients are normal, but if there are too many, some need to be absorbed quickly...

A large amount of knowledge is constantly retrieved from memory, flowing in meditation, trying to pass it on to the ancient tree, and by the way, asking the ancient tree to pass it on to the oak staff.

As for this knowledge, whether the ancient tree can understand it, whether it can be remembered, whether it can be passed on, and whether the oak staff can master it, Grete, Grete has no idea at all, and basically resigns himself to the rhythm of fate...

One person, one tree, and one staff stood silently, as if Gretel himself had become a tree, standing in the forest and accepting the wind and rain. Elder Fahim stared at him from a distance and sighed longly:

"well……"

The child's qualifications are really good, but the education he received before was really not good. Forget it, if he works harder, just treat it as having one more disciple and teach him slowly!

Gretel and Gu Shu meditated together for a short while before opening their eyes and getting up. He left the oak stick under the shade of the ancient tree, allowing the two plants to coax each other, and returned to work:

"Elder, let's continue the experiment! - This time, try to treat all tumors at the same time and see if dialysis can hold up!"

Two rabbits were caught.

A capybara was captured.

A squirrel was caught.

A deer was caught...

The branches of the ancient tree reach out into the bodies of animals undergoing treatment for cancer. Grete mobilized his mental power to sweep the cancer cell-directed killing technique all over the animal's body from top to bottom;

The green branches of the ancient trees extend into the animal's blood vessels, trying to absorb the debris after the cells have disintegrated;

Grete and Elder Fahim, one on each side, paid attention to the aura of the animals, tried their best to throw healing spells, and hung up the vital signs of the animals under test...

The first rabbit was thrilling;

The second rabbit's vital signs were up and down, constantly fluctuating. After a round of dialysis and several treatments, he was finally almost healed;

Capybara... squirrel...

deer……

"It seems that this treatment plan is almost enough." After five or six consecutive beasts were treated alive, the elder breathed a sigh of relief and his face improved a lot:

"Now that I think about it, many elven warriors will develop symptoms similar to those of animals after entering or being close to the secret realm for a long time. Gretel, if you are sure, can you call them over for treatment?"

"Don't worry yet." Gretel was dizzy and his temples were twitching. After a day of high-intensity spell casting, he was unable to even speak:

"In the next stage, let's try it with Warcraft... Once it's cured, treat the unicorn. The unicorn will definitely be cured, and then treat someone else... Leveled Warcraft, and ordinary beasts, after treatment, it will always be Will it be different?"

It's obviously different, and it's quite different.

For those low-level monsters of level one, two, three, and five, Gretel's mental power penetrated them and swept away the cancer cells in their bodies with ease, just like treating ordinary beasts;

However, when a majestic and heavy-footed tiger walked up to him and slowly lay down, Gretel felt bad:

"Elder! I can't cure it!"

"How to say?"

"My mental power can't penetrate into its body at all!" Gretel's whole body was feeling bad:

"It's too strong! What level is it?"

"According to your classification, it's probably level 16." Aneri Linge touched the tiger's head and combed its fur:

"It can't penetrate at all? If it can't penetrate, it can't be cured?"

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