Chapter 1290 Gretel: Disintegration and Disintegration, the Dead Taoist Friend Will Not Die the Poor Taoist!

The elves formed a team spontaneously. A half-step legend takes the lead, and four or five high-level peak spellcasters work together, each with their own disciples and students.

In order to protect nature and the belief of protecting animals, as well as for the self-esteem of an elf and a high-level spell caster, he devoted himself to research work.

——Even if it’s not to stop that Nordmark mage from torturing animals, but just to defeat him, you still have to work hard!

They have so many high-level spellcasters! Half-step legend, high-level peak, high-level! It would be too embarrassing to lose to a half-elf who had just entered a high level!

Gretel didn't care how many elves competed with him, or in other words, even if he heard about it, he would just laugh it off.

What does it mean to be questioned?

What does it mean to be attacked?

As long as you don't run up to him, open your arms, and stop him from doing experiments;

As long as a large number of people didn't rush in, take away all the rabbits he kept, and prevent him from finding new animals;

As long as he didn't give an order to transfer all the researchers around him and let him conduct experiments alone...

Oh, that last problem isn't that serious yet.

All his subordinates were gone, so at worst he would release all the skeletons to help with the work. Take the umbilical cord blood, balance the centrifuge, and add the solution dropwise...

Is there any job that Onekin and its companions, those dark gold skeletons later sent by the Immortal, cannot do?

As for taking care of the rabbit, Bernard and Appa can still take care of it...at least, they will definitely not be able to survive.

After all, what Grete wants from Everlasting Island is just a few rooms and a few handfuls of rabbit feed.

Oh, by the way, as for feed and stuff, he has enough grass seeds and can induce birth by himself;

As for the house, the current [Mage's Mansion], correction, [Portable Hospital], he has practiced to the point where he can release it.

If he was really desperate, he could put the laboratory and the rabbit into his own portable hospital, oh no, a portable laboratory.

Then, wrap up all the instruments, equipment and experimental animals, and jump to the top of the World Tree!

It is said that the sea accepts hundreds of rivers, tolerance means greatness, walls stand thousands of feet high, and lack of desire means strength. He wants nothing from Yongju Island, he is not afraid of anything!

With this mood in mind, Gretel calmly stepped into the laboratory the next afternoon. Looking left and right, one, two, three, four...

The twelve people who came to listen to the class and come to work, all of them were present except Seymour, who was driven away by him.

Elder Fahim stood in the crowd and smiled at him.

Gretel took a deep breath. Okay, as long as you are willing to help, I will continue to do it——

"From now on, we will speed up the test progress." Gretel took a deep breath and looked around:

"Everyone is regrouped into animal feeding group, technical preparation group, and spell experiment group. Animal feeding group..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a rustling in the crowd. Except for Elder Fahim, almost everyone was shrinking back.

Grete tried not to raise the corners of his mouth and said calmly:

"Responsible for raising animals, taking care of the birth of female rabbits, collecting umbilical cord blood, and marking rabbits."

With a flick of the brush, the crowd squirming backwards changed directions and began to crowd forward...

"Ahem!"

Elder Fahim coughed majestically. The crowd froze slightly, stagnating in place, neither moving forward nor retreating...

Gretel held back her laughter and laughed at the two youngest and lowest-ranking elves.

Hey, even the lowest level can cast the fifth-ring spell [Group Treatment of Minor Injuries], a guaranteed level 9 priest——

Sin, sin, level 9 priest, here to do the work of raising rabbits. Annevia was very skilled at doing this kind of thing when she was at level 1.

Gretel deeply misses the wild boar girl in her mage tower. Silent, appropriate and easy to use.

Speaking of which, apart from providing research conditions and ideas, he has not taught Anne Weiya much...

After leaving the Mage Tower for so long, how far have these people in the Mage Tower improved now?

"The spell experiment group is responsible for conducting experiments according to the spell models I split, and recording and summarizing the experimental results. Elder, please lead this group."

Grete bowed respectfully to Elder Fahim.

The elder nodded slightly, and among the eight elves who stared at him eagerly and could only shout "Elder, save me", he carefully nodded at four.

Those who were called out had a look on their face as if they had been granted amnesty, and those who were not called out had a look on their faces as if they were mourning for their heirs. The elder hesitated, looked at Gretel, and ordered two more.

"The technical preparation team is responsible for drawing blood from rabbits, separating blood cells and serum, and preparing various solutions."

The two remaining elves who were finally assigned to the blood-drawing group let out uncontrollable screams.

Gretel calmly clasped his hands behind his back and stared at them, waiting for them to finish shouting. Scream, scream, scream until your throat is broken, and no one will come to save you...

The two elves screamed and looked around furtively. Looking forward, Grete looked calm, not looking like he was about to change his mind;

Looking to the left, Elder Fahim averted his eyes slightly and had no intention of speaking for them;

Looking further to the right, the members of the other groups who were clicked looked expectant, and even had expressions on their faces that said "It's better for you to die than for me to die"...

They had no choice but to stop. Grete looked at these elves silently, and secretly praised himself:

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, right?

Provoking the masses to fight against the masses, right?

In order not to draw blood from the rabbit, the other elves would do their best to hold down the two and prevent them from running away...

Of course, sweetness must also be given. Gretel waited until these two people shut up, flicked the space bag, flicked out two papers, and threw them in front of them:

"For wounded or sick people who have lost a lot of blood, there is another immediate rescue method, which is to transfuse other people's blood to them. The relevant methods are explained in detail here.

Of course, to learn how to transfuse blood, you must at least be able to identify blood vessels skillfully and draw blood from them safely——"

He looked deeply at the changes in the faces of the two elves, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and calmly dropped Wang Zha:

"I hope you will take advantage of the opportunity to draw blood from rabbits and practice the operation as much as possible. Please remember that you are practicing with rabbits in order to save your compatriots.

The more accurate and skillful your operations are, the less pain the rabbits will suffer, and the greater the chances of your compatriots' survival in the future.

Using rabbits for hand training is the same as eating their meat and using their fur to keep warm. You are not deliberately torturing them or harming them wantonly.

Even so, please... don't let the rabbits suffer. "

Before they could continue talking, Grete had already begun to break down the tasks smoothly and arrange them one by one. Finally, turning to Elder Fahim:

"Elder, please lead the spell experiment team and conduct group controlled experiments according to the experimental method I designed.

We strive to speed up and come up with preliminary results before the next round of attack in the Great Rift, so that the soldiers can receive timely treatment——"

In an instant, all the elves present silently took a breath of air.

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