Chapter 1140 Gretel: What, I Am Not Allowed to Treat a Patient? !

"Yes, their god is dying."

Under the shade of the ancient tree, Elder Fahim made a cup of leaf water and pushed it towards Archmage Baierbo. The old man half-squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he was lost in memories:

"You should also feel it, right? - that smell of decay and decay...step by step towards death, struggling desperately, but unable to do anything, even doing things to dig your own foundation, just to extend your life a little bit?"

Archmage Baierbo nodded in horror. A few years ago, when dealing with the Year without Summer, he followed his teacher to kill the demigod and sensed that aura from a long distance.

Like a patient on the verge of death, and like a putrid quagmire. That kind of unwillingness, that kind of greed, that kind of feeling that one would rather overdraw the vitality of oneself and others, but also hang on the edge of the cliff of "living"...

Even if he passed a little distance and felt that little bit, he felt sick for a long time. ——To be honest, the undead creatures in Black Crow Swamp have a cleaner smell than them!

But... when he followed his teacher, he was wrapped in the auras of the legendary mages and quietly crossed over the forest. He was still far, far away from this outpost. Elder Fahim could actually recognize his aura...

Legendary master, is he so strong?

"Then...how strong is the other party? Is Little Gretel in danger?" He suppressed his emotions deep in his heart, leaned forward, and asked worriedly. He also admired little Gretel's ability to get into trouble:

When he is less than level five, he can provoke the young silver dragon; when he has just passed level nine, he dares to fight head-on with the plague girl in the New World; when he finally reaches level ten, look, the Eagle God and the Snake God are waiting for him... …

That's what he, a near-legendary magician, can challenge head-on!

Well now, a child who is only at level 12 has gone to the territory of that dying god... or demigod... or at least a legend...

Archmage Baierbo was very suspicious of Gretel's ability to cause trouble. When he rushed over, he saw Gretel fleeing for his life while being devoured by the god...

"The opponent is quite strong." Elder Fahim sat still and looked at Archmage Baierbo with a smile:

"Do you remember the demigod you killed last time? He was its slave god... Although the relationship between the slave gods and the main god here is relatively loose, you can probably imagine how powerful that main god is. "

"As for the danger, you can rest assured. Idian is with him, as well as Losia, a half-step legendary warrior, a high-level spellcaster, and the little silver dragon. As long as little Gray is special, he You should be able to save him by jumping around."

"... Could you please show me the way? I'd better go see him!" Archmage Baierbo was anxious. Not jumping around? Will little Grete stop jumping around?

No matter where he goes, if there is no trouble, he can jump around and cause trouble!

Gretel, who is considered to be someone who "will cause trouble even if there is no trouble", would definitely scream that he was wronged if he heard his senior brother's comments. Where is he jumping around? When did he jump around?

When did he not have to take action when he saw someone being injured, sick, sick in large areas, and pleading in pain?

As for what happened next... What happened next was not what he wanted to be like... Besides, didn't he find strong foreign aid every time and get it done every time?

Like the eagle god, the snake god, etc., he did not rush forward rashly, but called the parliament for reinforcements in time, and everyone made a fortune together!

Of course, he didn't hear his senior brother's complaints now, so he didn't complain. He followed Idian, riding the phantom pony, traveling easily on the mountain road.

The higher you go up, the more rugged the mountain path becomes. Thin velvet-like grass is spread among the rugged rocks, and scattered flowers can sometimes be seen blooming. Blue, purple, green, deep colors, reminding you how strong the ultraviolet rays are here.

In the distance, an antelope with slender hooves glanced at them, jumped up a few times, and went to graze on a higher cliff. Gretel muttered softly:

"Why are they running away...I won't eat it..."

"It means your aura is not sufficiently restrained, or your affinity with nature is not enough." Yudian, who was walking in front, gave him a stern look:

"Natural walkers should not have disturbed them when they walked by."

"Okay, it's my fault again." Gretel shrugged. He looked back at the bottom of the mountain on the back of the phantom horse. It was extremely flat and the endless green stretched to the horizon.

In the green forest, a long, somewhat dirty river meanders into the distance. No cliffs, no crags, no canyons, no waterfalls…

All you can see is flat. While trekking in the forest, you can still occasionally see the terrain differences, which are completely hidden under the dense canopy of trees.

"This rainforest is so beautiful."

Grete admired sincerely. Ahead, Udian raised his voice and urged:

"Don't be in a daze, let's go! It's getting dark soon. We have to get to a place where we can stay before it gets dark!"

"Ah... can't you live everywhere here..." Grete muttered, urging the Phantom Pony to catch up.

The horse condensed by magic has smoke in its hooves, and it treads on the rugged mountain road as if it were walking on flat ground. Gretel didn't even need to lean forward or backward. He could just sit quietly on the horse and be lifted up by the phantom pony.

The savages suffered a little more. He hugged Apa's neck tightly, and his whole body was almost pressed against the Silver Moon Deer's back——

After successfully advancing, Apa shrank completely, with his back only as high as Gretel's shoulders. A pair of huge wide corners have also been temporarily retracted to facilitate traveling in forests and mountain trails.

However, the Silver Moon Deer is an entity after all, unlike the Phantom Pony, which is half virtual and half real. Step by step, you still have to step on the stone. Bernard leaned forward and backward, almost sliding down several times, and could only hold the horse's neck tightly.

"Yudian, how far is it to the campsite?"

Gretel looked around on the back of the phantom colt. Along the way, there are no traces of repaired roads, no houses, bridges, walls, fields, in short, no signs of human existence.

If you simply want to find a place to live, then you can open a mage cabin anywhere...

"We're almost there." Idian looked up, gestured left and right, and gave the answer with certainty:

"Don't worry, there is a village up there that will interest you. Besides, living in a cave is much more comfortable than living in a mage's hut."

As a mage, Gretel really couldn't agree. But the legendary warrior said this. Out of curiosity, he also wanted to see what the local indigenous residences looked like.

Along the way, he had already seen reed-woven boathouses, houses made of wood that looked like normal residential houses, wooden stilt houses, beds made of smooth wooden platforms...

On such a high mountain, the local indigenous villages may look different from others?

After climbing a mountain and crossing a ridge, Grete finally saw a row of caves in the distance. They are arranged on a high rocky mountain, dotted from top to bottom. Some are tall and some are short, some are deep and some are shallow. If you sweep them roughly, there will be at least twenty or thirty of them.

From a distance, it looked a bit like the Turkish cave monastery he had seen in photos in his previous life.

"Aren't there still gods worshiped here?"

Gretel created a communication technique and quietly sent the words to Idian's ears. Idian looked back at him in surprise:

"Your senses are quite sensitive. - That's right, follow me when the time comes and don't run around. If you violate their taboo, we may not be able to defeat you, but it will be very troublesome!"

They meandered to the foot of the mountain. Idian put his hands to his mouth and shouted a few times. After a while, several heads emerged from the cave in the rock mountain. They looked down and jumped down:

They were nimble little men with dark faces and curly hair. Carrying spears on their backs and carrying bows and arrows, they jumped up and down and landed in front of Idian. The man in the lead, wearing a colorful feather cloak, put his hand on his chest and saluted deeply:

"Dear Lin Xing, welcome to your arrival. Are these your companions? What do you need from afar?"

"We only need to stay here for one night." Idian nodded to them kindly. He turned around and called Grete and others, giving instructions one by one:

"One, two, three, four, five, five people and a deer. Please arrange a cave for us to stay for one night."

This request was quickly fulfilled. The indigenous man blew his wooden whistle a few times, and the crowd dispersed with a roar, everyone returning to their places. Gretel followed them, climbing up the narrow road carved out of the sandstone little by little, looking at the caves:

Most of the entrances to the caves were no higher than his shoulders. The insides were narrow and deep, dark, and filled with weak flames. A woman in ragged clothes and three or five children poked their heads inside, and occasionally the sound of a baby crying could be heard.

The cave stunk. The smell of human sweat, the smell of animal feces, the smell of rotten and fermented food...

Am I staying here tonight?

No, I'd rather live in the mage's cabin!

Fortunately, he was not arranged to enter these caves, but was guided all the way up to an extremely large cave.

The entrance to the cave was three people tall, with a wide entrance surrounded by a circle of flat stones. It looked like it was used by the entire tribe for meetings or dinners——

The dusk light shines into the cave walls. Grete glanced at it and took a gentle breath:

The entire cave, from three walls to the ceiling, is covered with magnificent colorful paintings. Using ocher, malachite, and various pigments that Gretel didn't recognize, he painted breathtaking patterns:

The sky is full of stars, stretching east and west from the new moon to the full moon to the waning moon, and the sun radiates heat in it;

Men armed with spears, bows and arrows, wielding clubs and throwing belts, chased all kinds of huge beasts;

Frogs croaked in the grass, golden eagles flew by with open wings, and vultures pecked at the corpses;

Huge palms, strange human shapes like aliens...

Inside the cave, a shriveled old man walked over slowly with a stooped body and a smell of medicine. Gretel glanced over and couldn't help but step forward quickly:

"Old man, you——"

Such a skinny figure!

These ribs are protruding one by one!

This huge belly is completely out of proportion to the whole person!

Is it intestinal obstruction, ascites, or other symptoms?

Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled by Yudian. The elf warrior's voice was thin and his tone was urgent:

"Don't treat him!"

Gretel: ...What?

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