Chapter 1459 Gretel, Our Children Don’t Want to Become Dementia!

(Bendachu leader adds update 7)

Save their tribe?

what's the situation?

Gretel came out of the newly built research room. His head was still focused on the pile of chromosomes, and his reaction was a bit slow. save? What can be saved?

Serira's parents, a pair of legendary silver dragons, ruled dozens of intelligent tribes, large and small. Small fights in daily life are not allowed, but fighting each other to the point of annihilation is not allowed——

A silver dragon has a kind nature and has a low tolerance for unprovoked killing. Whoever wants to be killed for no reason and blood will flow like a river must be prepared to be killed like a river of blood;

Secondly, the Silver Dragon looked at the intelligent races in its territory. Even if they were not their subjects, they were still their property. Inexplicably, a lot of one's property has been lost, and everyone has to inquire:

Who allowed you to destroy my property indiscriminately? !

So when it comes to saving a person, Gretel is confident, but when it comes to saving a tribe, he doesn't know where to start. He shook his head, and seeing the old giant's pale face, he waved his hand again:

"Speak slowly and don't be anxious. If I can save you, I will of course save you, but you also need to know what the problem is, right?"

The old giant sighed and softened. The giant was tall. He was kneeling on the ground. He was a head taller than Gretel. Now he softened and simply fell to the ground.

Grete took a few steps back with a stiff face. When he slowly calmed down, he sat up and huddled up, barely equal to his own height, and then walked over to listen to him:

"Last night, the dragon beast suddenly came to our tribe. It came right away. We provided it with food, drink, and rest. This is what we are used to doing. Who knows, who knows..."

When he said this, his body trembled, and tears poured down from his muddy old eyes, making the ground wet in a small circle in a moment. Grete frowned slightly:

"how?"

"Who knew that it suddenly became angry and bit everywhere. Two of the children in the tribe were killed on the spot and one was bitten. We resisted desperately and then escaped... We injured it while resisting, seriously. …”

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Grete stood up immediately. A group of giants came to work with him without meeting him, and no one told him that someone was injured.

Now he was walking hurriedly outside, with the old giant hunched over beside him:

"For any injuries, we can just wrap them up ourselves and don't dare to alarm the adults. It's just that dragon beast...that dragon beast..."

"How about the dragon beast?"

"I don't know... Please ask Dragon Nest for mercy and save us. We really didn't mean to hurt it, how dare we..."

No matter how unintelligent the dragon beast is, it is still the biological child of the legendary silver dragon. It is kept in the mountains and is only allowed to be worshiped but not harmed.

It fell on its own, fell, and was bitten to death by wild beasts. It only took its life. Being beaten to death and injured by these intelligent races, if the Silver Dragon pursues them, the entire tribe will be in catastrophe!

"Is there no precedent before? What will Dragon Nest do in this situation?"

"I don't know...my grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather, have never encountered..."

Gretel sighed. This is the difficulty of having no history, no writing, and no inheritance. How to deal with any situation depends entirely on word of mouth.

At this giant's age, things that happened about a hundred years ago would have to be folded in half when they were transmitted to him. Things that happened two hundred years ago would be left with only one fold, which is quite a lot.

If the attacking dragon beast is injured, what will be the reaction from the Dragon Nest? They definitely didn’t know and didn’t dare to gamble, so they brought their whole family to beg for help...

Although Gretel felt that the Legendary Silver Dragon was not unreasonable and would not vouch for them, he nodded slightly, quickened his pace, and patrolled around.

As expected, many of the giants of the Frostfire Tribe were injured. Gretel casually took out a healing spell to stabilize their situation first, and took a deep breath:

"I'll go over and take a look!"

As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips, and a spark rose into the sky with a scream and exploded high. For a moment, Baka, the tern, folded its wings and flew down. A moment later, Serila came in a hurry and said when they met:

"What's the matter?"

"Something happened to the Frostfire Tribe. The dragon beast was seriously injured. I'm going to take a look." Grete explained the situation in a few words and asked Baka:

"Please go to the dragon's nest and talk to the guards of the dragon's nest. See if you can come over and take a look at the situation, or whether there is any precedent for this matter and how it was handled."

Baka nodded and flew up, and Gretel said to Cerela again:

"I'll go over and take a look. If I can save it, I'll save it. It's a life anyway. - Do you want to wait here? Or help me treat those giants?"

"I'll go with you." Cerela shook her head. When she heard the word "dragon beast", she felt a little flustered for some reason, and her heart was beating hard.

Recalling it carefully, I feel like I heard my parents talk about it, but I didn't hear them talk about it in person; it seems that it is also in the inherited memory, but I can't think clearly for a while.

In short, it is a very terrible thing, very bad and terrible...

Then go take a look even more! Before Grete could refuse again, Cerela had already changed back to her original form. With a lift of her wings, a gust of wind swept Gretel onto her back:

"Let's go!"

The adult silver dragon flew very fast, and Grete only heard the whistling of the wind, and within a moment, he arrived at Old Tempt Mountain. Before landing, I could see something strange at a glance:

Near the mountainside, the neat wooden houses were swaying here and there and were in a complete mess. The bonfire overturned, the fur flew away, and the smoke continued to rise, but the utensils and shrubs were ignited, and the flames were not extinguished.

Half of the largest wooden house was collapsed, and a small silver dragon lay beside the wooden house, half inside and half outside. His head hung on the ground, and he let out a feeble roar from time to time, but he could no longer struggle.

"ah……"

Serila saw the little dragon from a distance, and for some reason, a chill instantly ran through her heart. She was trembling with fear, her wings suddenly lost strength, and her whole body fell in the air. Gretel quickly stood up:

"Featherfall Technique!"

With the feather falling technique in the hands of a fifteenth-level magician fully activated, it is not difficult to hold up an adult silver dragon. Serila floated leisurely, swaying all the way down, and was about to fall to the top of the forest before she woke up, quickly flapped her wings, and pulled up:

"Go back! Go back! Gretel, I don't want to look! Let's go back!!!"

"Serila, you go back first!" Gretel couldn't leave the injured alone. He patted Cerela comfortingly, ran a few steps quickly, and jumped down.

He launched his flying technique in mid-air and ran towards the little dragon. Before he reached it, he threw two healing techniques down.

After getting closer, I realized that the little dragon was not too small. It was about the same size as Cerela's young dragon, but its condition was very bad.

The scales are mottled, no longer as smooth as a mirror, and there are even many places where they have fallen off. The dragon horns on the head, the dragon wings behind the back, and even the row of thorns on the back are all worn out, and many of the thorns are even broken.

There were several spears or tree trunks poked into the abdomen, and the wound was raised high. There was a pool of blood around it, and there was also a pool of blood around the mouth - different colors, maybe it had really eaten a few giants.

There may be injuries in other places, and I couldn't see clearly for a while. I only saw it lying on the ground, unable to get up.

No matter what, just stay alive. Gretel sighed, raised his hand and threw a few healing spells at it, trying to kill it first. Next is a powerful tranquility spell to make it fall asleep.

Then throw a large piece of floating magic over it, levitate it, and move it into the mage's mansion - the hospital version, and then look at the injury:

Tsk, there was a big gash on my stomach, and the intestines leaked out. After such a long time, I hope there are no major problems with other organs...

There is no other way. Let's throw away the cleaning technique first, debridement as much as possible, and remove the contaminants and blood. Then use the mage's hand to stuff the intestines in and seal the wound. Then throw out a piece of legendary equipment and quickly do a CT scan to see other organs.

After this was done, someone was knocking on the door of the Master's mansion. Grete casually ordered an invisible servant to open the door, and saw the half-dragon Soka, the guard captain from the dragon lair, rushing over.

Seeing Gretel taking care of him, he was slightly relieved. Gretel didn't look back and asked him while looking at the CT:

"Is there any precedent for this kind of thing?"

"Yes." Sokka bowed and lowered his head. Although Grete is a human being, he is also a person recognized by Miss Serrela. In other words, he should not be treated as a master, but must be treated as a half-master:

"There were dragon beasts in the previous generations. We will verify it. As long as it is not a deliberate attack, the owner will not pursue it. When it is cured, take it to other places and the tribe will return to its original place to live. .”

"Then I'll trouble you."

Gretel responded without stopping. Seeing that he was very busy, with green leaves all around him, and thousands of branches hanging down from the oak staff to support the dragon beast, Soka even kept pace with the six dark gold skeletons around him, bowed, and quietly exited.

Grete was left alone inside, debriding, draining away the fluid, repairing the organs, and repairing the intestines.

After closing the abdomen layer by layer, I threw a few spells to hang up the vital signs of the dragon beast, and carefully collected the blood and cut tissue. Then the mage's mansion was lifted and the dragon beast was moved out:

"Okay, it's cured. After a while, it should be able to..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Serila standing in the forest from a distance, looking at him, her little face was pale and there was no blood at all. Gretel's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked over and held her hand:

"What's wrong, Cerela?"

"He is my brother." Cerela's whole body trembled, she threw herself into Gretel's arms and hugged his waist hard:

"He is my younger brother... He was hatched but failed to awaken his true name and has no wisdom. He cannot be considered a member of the Dragon Clan or my family, but he is still my younger brother..."

Gretel crossed his arms and stroked her vest over and over again, from top to bottom, from bottom to top. Cerira's trembling gradually stopped, and suddenly, she grabbed Gretel's sleeve:

"Gretel, think of a way! I don't want our children to become like this, our children don't want to turn into dragon beasts!!!"