Chapter 1292 Modify the Experiment According to Gretel’s Design! (The Cat May Be Suffering From Yang)

Chapter 1292 Modify the experiment according to Gretel’s design! (The cat may be yang...)

Kusa Oak quickly became immersed in mountains and seas of information.

From the sea of ​​previous records and research, they eliminated the dross and retained the true, while discarding the rough and retaining the essence. Screening out twenty-five kinds of magic that may, may, or may be effective in replenishing blood——

In short, it is a method that can speed up the recovery of elves who have lost excessive blood.

After being cast, or having continuous magic on their bodies, it seems, maybe, it seems that the elves will recover faster than those who have not received treatment?

According to the induction of the injured person and the high-level healer, the life breath and strength will be restored faster...

Then, thirty-seven kinds of plants, magic plants, animals and minerals that according to classic records are good for replenishing blood, ranging from ordinary plants to high-level magic plants;

There are more than a hundred prescriptions made from these medicinal materials, which correspond to various situations, with different effects and different costs.

Then, some of these medicinal materials and prescriptions can be used as spell-casting materials. The combination of medicinal materials and magic is...

"Two thousand seven hundred and eighteen species?" Kusa Oak looked at the calculated numbers and felt dizzy:

"Do we have that many manpower? We need to get preliminary results within a month, and within ten days, we will complete the preliminary test..."

"No matter what! Let's work hard! Each person will receive 200 solutions and test them individually! Work harder, we only need to test 20 every day!"

Here at the Magic Academy, everything is big or small. To be said to be small, its clusters of buildings spread out around the lake, stretching for dozens of square kilometers;

To say it is big, in fact, everyone is not far away. For elves who are good at teleportation, wood movement, and sports, it is almost a distance that can be walked by raising their feet.

Especially when you go to the library to look up information, or when you go to the canteen to eat. Everyone sat down and chatted, almost no secrets could be kept:

"Hey, speaking of which, how are you doing here?"

Gretel did not stop him forcefully, and the elves working for him naturally asked each other about their progress. The person he asked looked miserable:

"Forget it, that tyrant in Kusa forced us to test all the possibilities! All of them! Everyone with the surname Oak is indeed a wooden head!"

"Twenty tests a day isn't a lot, is it?" The one who inquired happened to be one of the two elves who drew blood from the rabbit.

Seeing the other party's desperate look, with a concerned look on his face, he felt secretly happy:

"What level of magic are you using? Intermediate level? High level? It's a bit difficult to cast high level magic 20 times in a row..."

"Where is the 20th time!" The elves in Kusa's group continued to cry:

"Each plan must be tested at least 10 times! 10 animals! 20 times, that is 200 animals!"

The elf who asked the question responded with a sympathetic look.

Casting spells 200 times a day, even if they are all mid-level spells, would make a spell caster who has just entered a high level want to die every minute.

In other words, it's not "wanting to die", but "already about to die". It is only one step away from being drained dry.

"Eat more delicious food to replenish your appetite." The elf who asked the question patted him on the shoulder, picked up the plate himself, and went to the dining table to get his meal.

When I walked to the dining table, I was stunned. Look left, right, crane your neck to look in, sniff hard, and shout loudly:

"Aunt Pariya, why don't you have any meat to eat today?"

"Meat? You still want to eat meat?!"

The middle-aged woman called Aunt Pariya, even though she is an elf, has all the qualities of a chef.

The figure is not slender at all, the voice is loud, and he rushes out like a whirlwind carrying a wide and thick kitchen knife:

"How many animals have you messed with in the past two days? You don't let go of the chickens, ducks, sheep, deer, rabbits, and even wild boars that are raised in the kitchen!

Let's bleed, let's bleed. If you don't give me a good time, I have to keep it alive! Raising it for three days means that for three whole days, no one will have any meat to eat!

When can I kill you, please give me a happy message! "

The young elf shivered and scurried away with his head in his hands.

"This...this is not what we did...the rabbits in our group are all raised by ourselves, and we do not directly use the animals in the kitchen for experiments..."

He threw himself back on the previous table, squatted down, and finally avoided Grandma Pariya's roar.

After a while, everything was calm in the dining hall. This time, it was his companion's turn to look at him sympathetically:

"I'm sorry I didn't remind you just now... If it doesn't work, you can only go back to your group to eat rabbits. Don't forget to bring one for me... Oh, speaking of which, how many rabbits have your group killed?"

"Didn't you kill any of them? We are all fine... After drawing the blood, we treated it and tested its spell casting. Even if there is a problem with the spell casting, the healing spell can always bring it back..."

"Hey, didn't you bleed to death?"

"How is that possible!" The elf in charge of drawing blood suddenly became energetic.

Faced with the tragedy of a groupmate from the next door group accidentally bleeding an animal to death, his wounded heart was soothed as he grabbed the rabbit to draw blood every day.

At this moment, he spoke with an upright posture, head held high, and a full sense of superiority:

"Are we using a syringe to draw blood! How big is a syringe! Or are we drawing blood from a rabbit's leg? How handicapped do we have to be to bleed it to death?"

"..."

"By the way, what animals do you use for testing? Why do I look at the dining table and see that there is no meat available? Chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep, deer, rabbits...the gap is so big, aren't you afraid of inaccuracies?"

"Aren't you?" The elves in Kusa's group were trembling with excitement, with black clouds covering their heads, as if they had seen their own unfortunate future:

"You all use rabbits?"

"Of course! We use all rabbits - all adult rabbits. For each plan, ten adult male rabbits and ten adult female rabbits. The weight is about 3 kilograms, and the fluctuation does not exceed 10%...

Master Nordmark said that this is still the early stage. In the future, we will try it on mid-level and high-level monsters. If there is no problem, we will use humans for experiments..."

"Shh! Stop talking! If you keep talking, let that wooden head hear..."

Before he finished speaking, a broad and thick shadow fell over the two elves.

The two young elves turned around in surprise, and saw Kusa Oak with his hands behind his back, looking down at them.

Not only was he tall and tall, but his face was as dark as oak bark in winter.

"No...I didn't say that..."

"We are talking about the oak tree...the oak family...the oak family has always been resolute and down-to-earth..."

Kusa Oak waved his hands at them, stopped them from talking, and went to eat by himself. That afternoon, he summoned all team members and issued the task again:

“In view of the huge differences in the types and sizes of experimental animals, the inconsistent amounts of blood bleeding, and the occurrence of serious injuries and deaths, I discussed with the team leaders and decided to modify the experimental plan.

All are made with adult rabbits, 20 in each group, half male and half female. Bleeding is 20 ml for each animal, with an error of no more than 2 ml.

——All the previous experiments were torn down and redone. The loss and pain caused are due to my poor experimental design..."

He faced the team members, the woods behind them, and all the animals that had been bled and killed, and bowed deeply:

"I am very sorry."

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