Chapter 1456 Gretel: Yes, I Am a Silver Dragon, Yes I Am

"what's the situation?"

"what's the situation?"

Beside Gretel, a group of people poked their heads and looked down. Even the maple tree Servilia stretched out a branch, put it on Bernard's shoulder, and stretched out from in front of him to the outside of the cliff:

"What's going on? Who's shouting? Are they local aboriginals? Has anyone called?"

But no matter how fast these people are, they can't be faster than Tern Baka. The tern folded its wings and flew down quickly, as if shooting a sharp white arrow from the sky.

When he arrived near the group of climbers, he circled twice, chirped a few more times, then flapped his wings and flew back:

"It's a giant! So big!—I don't understand!"

Gretel smiled. Although Tern Baka has flown thousands of miles, he probably does not like to chat and interact with local intelligent races everywhere.

After going back and forth so many times, I can’t even understand the words of the local race. Although the intelligent races here on Long Island may be more diverse, they have been chatting for two or three months every year for decades or hundreds of years. How can I understand them? Got——

He raised his hand and slapped a [Language Master] and a [Glague]. [Language Comprehension] Manages translation, allowing the subject to understand the speaker’s language;

[Spoken Words] controls the output, allowing the subject to naturally understand the words spoken by the subject.

Two blessing spells can last for at least two or three hours at Gretel's current level. After taking the photo, he bowed his hand to Baka:

"Please, help me ask again~~~ If it's an emergency, we'll come down right away!"

Baka shot another arrow. After a while, I spread my wings and flew up. Before I arrived, I was already shouting:

"It's their old wizard! It's their old wizard who's very ill. He came here to ask for help! It's three hills away from here! It's not urgent, but it's very serious..."

As expected. Gretel let out a breath and nodded. After experiencing an aboriginal request for help from Serira's aunt, Ms. Ophelia, he already understood a common sense:

The dragon clan, especially the silver dragon, their dragon nest is roughly equivalent to a medical point within a few hundred miles. If the nearby indigenous residents have any ailments that they can't handle on their own, the ultimate solution is: go to the Dragon's Nest.

——Of course, the silver dragon's nest is usually on the top of a very high mountain. The road is long and difficult to travel, and the power of the silver dragon is everywhere.

The difficulty of getting there is even worse than that of patients in remote mountainous areas who want to go to Peking Union Medical College to see a doctor.

At the very least, as long as people in remote mountainous areas have access to modern transportation, the next step is trains, planes and subways...

"Then I'm going down." He nodded towards Cerela and took a step forward. I wanted to activate the Dragon Flying Technique, but I felt weak and almost fell down——

The transformation of the silver dragon just now took away its strength, so it was enough to throw in one or two low-level spells. The dragon flying technique really couldn't sustain it. In this state, you really have to save some money, and you have to treat people when you go somewhere!

He shook it like this, and Apa rushed out immediately, changed back to his original shape, and turned his head to grab Gretel on his back. A sure move, but nothing came of it:

Cerela had already transformed into a dragon. The dragon's wings flapped gently, and a whirlwind swept up Gretel and placed it on her back. Fly up, dive down, and give orders along the way:

"Baka, lead them!"

As he spoke, he flew out at high speed, bringing up billowing air waves that pushed the tern Baka backwards in several circles. If it hadn't flapped its wings in time to stabilize its body, it would have almost hit the stone wall.

Even so, in front of the silver dragon, the tern had nothing to complain about and shouted:

"Okay! Come with me!!!"

He followed closely. Idian, Ashe Yuesong and others looked at each other, flew and ran, and followed as fast as possible.

Bernard roared and ran at an earth-shattering speed. The maple tree Servilia jumped lightly and turned into a 2-meter-high sapling. She jumped onto his shoulder without any explanation.

Bernard held her back and used her as a hiking pole. She was slapped by the maple tree:

"Carry me well! Don't poke my roots into the ground!"

At the critical moment, it was Appa who transformed back into his silver-moon deer form, rushed forward bravely, and humped the barbarians.

However, his girlfriend, the unicorn Shiloh, ran to the almost vertical edge of the dragon's nest, but she couldn't get down. I craned my neck to look at it several times, and was so anxious that I scratched my hooves and screamed wildly.

Apa didn't have any good solutions for this - among the few instinctive spells he had awakened, there was no way to deal with this situation. It was Ai Xi Yue Ge who returned in time, blessed Shi Luo with a Feather Falling Technique, and led her to jump down...

Grete turned a blind eye to this bustle, but ignored it. He sat on Cerira's back and closed his eyes to meditate, racing against time to regain his strength.

Alas, it would be nice if he were stronger. If only he could transform into an adult silver dragon and be able to sustain it for 1 hour, 2 hours, or even more...

In that case, there would be no need for Baka the tern to explore the way ahead, and no need for Cerela to transform into his original form and carry him on his back in person.

He can turn himself into a silver dragon and fly as far as he wants and as fast as he wants. When you arrive at your destination, you don’t have to waste time explaining to the patient...

Just as he was thinking this, a slight feeling of weightlessness came over his body, and Cerela had stopped. His strong hind paws scratched the rocks, and he lowered his head from the high hillside with a clear voice:

"Which tribe are you from? Where do you live? Who needs treatment?"

Grete held the thorn to steady his body and took a few steps forward before he saw the natives standing below. As expected, he was tall and stocky. Standing on the mountain path, his height seemed to be about the same as Cerela's head length——

In other words, if you open your arms to the limit, you can try to hold Cerela's head. Of course, the one in dragon form.

Grete looked down at his feet on Cerira's back, then opened his arms slightly, gestured to Cerira's neck, and sighed silently.

Wow, the person blocking the road in front is really a giant. He is twice as tall as him, right?

His arms were as thick as his waist, and his waist was as thick as a hug. On a cold and windy day, he still felt a little cold even with the [cold and heat resistant] hanging on his body. The giant was shirtless, with a piece of animal skin randomly wrapped around his waist...

"Dear young lady, we are from the Frostfire Tribe, living in Laotan Mountain. It was our elder who fell, and no one can cure him. There is nothing we can do..."

The giant bowed to Cerela in fear. The intelligent races on Dragon Island do not have as cumbersome etiquette as humans, and they do not even bow to the ground or kneel down.

However, bowing down deeply to show respect is still necessary!

As for who is this silver dragon?

He does not know the conscience of heaven and earth. Although there is an owner in the dragon's nest here, he cannot be seen nine times out of ten times he visits. The silver dragon that occasionally flew by was at least two times larger than Zirrell.

However, any silver dragon is someone they need to respect and someone they can turn to for help. Be respectful, that’s for sure!

"In that direction - over a hill, over another hill, over another hill..."

"take me!"

Cerela simply waved her claws. A strong wind whipped up and attached the levitation technique to the giant. Gretel threw down an activated rope in tacit cooperation and tied it around the giant's waist. Cerira grabbed the other end of the rope and fluttered her wings:

"Give me the way! Give me the direction! By the way, tell me what's going on with you elders! How old are you? Are you sick or injured? When did something go wrong? What exactly is wrong!"

"us--"

"Elder——"

"yesterday--"

"night--"

"fall down--"

The giant hung precariously beneath Cerela. The strong wind roared, and he was pulled like a big kite. When he opened his mouth, the cold wind poured into his mouth. She tried hard to answer the question, but Miss Yinlong was still shouting "I can't hear clearly"!

I had no choice but to shout at the top of my lungs, one word at a time. While Cerela was listening to him, she was also busy saying to Grete:

"I know this tribe. I used to play there a lot when I was a kid. They produce a kind of snow chicken, which is tender and sweet. They are the best blacksmiths in the territory. The nearby tribes who need to make some tools come to them... "

How fast is the silver dragon! In a few words, we had crossed three hills in a row, and stopped near a hill with a gurgling top and yellow smoke constantly coming out.

As soon as the giant landed, he immediately untied the rope and ran inside:

"It's in there! It's in there! - Elder! Elder, how are you doing!"

"Okay, let's go in." Gretel jumped off the dragon's back and walked inside with Cerela, who had returned to human form.

There was a rumble on the hillside, and tall giants emerged one after another from the wooden houses, lining up on both sides and watching them.

Grete and Cerela glanced at them, then walked side by side into the tallest and largest wooden house in the village.

Before entering the door, Grete quickly covered Serira with the bubble technique, but his expression remained unchanged. Despite the sour, fishy, ​​and foul smell, he went straight to the bed:

"This is the patient? How long has he been ill? Let me see the situation..."

As he spoke, he threw a spell, and the light screen instantly unfolded, with images and numbers beating constantly, accompanied by a dripping sound.

Gretel opened the elder's pupils again, lit a small light source and swung it inside, examined it carefully, and smelled the scent from the elder's mouth.

Hmm... it smelled really bad, and it did smell like rotten apples, but... when he just walked over, he saw a few rotten apples near the bed...

Three or four giants stood crowded together at the end of the bed, trying to shrink themselves a little smaller, and then a little smaller, watching Gretel busy here and there, finishing this and that, but not throwing out healing spells.

And he didn't fly here by himself... nor does he have pointed ears... Is this a silver dragon? Will it be treated?

Finally, a giant had the courage to step forward, bent down deeply, and lowered his head to the level of Gretel's shoulders:

"Dear Sir, may I ask... are you a Silver Dragon?"

Gretel:? ? ?

What's the matter?

If you are not a silver dragon, why can’t you treat people?

He looked around, and then looked outside the wooden house at the giants poking their heads. Sighing, his eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils:

"Yes, I am the Silver Dragon, that's right!"

Thanks to x-on:黉饕 for the 1500 starting coins