Chapter 1808 Everyone, Hurry up and Study the Grand Duke! New Research Material!

Blood!

Hot blood rich in magic!

From high-level Warcraft!

Of course, the local mage tower may intercept some of it and use it as casting materials, ink for transcribing magic scrolls, or - according to the Nordmark mage - fill it with blood sausage or something.

However, a huge high-level monster can draw out more than sixty liters of blood. As for the Grand Duke Riemer, he is more accustomed to tasting blood slowly with a goblet:

How much blood can a goblet hold at one time?

300ml?

200ml?

In particular, it is absolutely impossible for an elegant high-level vampire to fill the goblet.

They fill up to about a third of the cup, raise the cup and slosh slowly, letting the blood hang on the wall of the cup and fully mix with the air, so as to enjoy the sweet fragrance of blood...

Grand Duke Rimmer was happy to enjoy the taste of blood, especially since it was for free.

There is no need for him to fight by himself, no need for him to hunt by himself, and no need for his descendants and subordinates to hunt. There is no need to pay anything, there is fresh blood to drink!

Therefore, under Gretel's invitation, he finally agreed to stay:

"There must be a clean place for me to live in! The place must be open, the sun must be covered tightly, and it must be convenient for me to bask in the moon!"

"No problem! Just call the alchemist here and the house will be built today! However, I can't control whether the Dragon Clan wants to stare at you or not..."

"There must be fresh monster blood to drink regularly!"

"No problem! As long as you kill the monster, the blood will be left for you!"

"All treatment fees must be waived!"

"Well, I can make the decision to waive my own treatment costs. However, if other spellcasters are used during this period, I cannot deduct their labor - or can you negotiate with them yourself and cooperate with their research in exchange?"

"Also, I don't like to work during the day... It must be at night to match your research time!"

"Uh, but magicians have to sleep at night... Otherwise, we can build a dark spell corridor from your residence to the magician's tower, and you can open it when you come over, so you don't feel like you're in the sun?"

"Is it a question of whether or not to get some sun? It's a question of me not wanting to get up during the day!"

In any case, the two sides reached an agreement. The Grand Duke of Rimmer happily took out the coffin, silk embroidered quilt, wool tapestry, velvet curtains...

Soft decoration has been arranged in the castle built specifically for him. Looking at the appearance, it seems that he will live there for ten or eight years.

At the same time, the magicians of the plasticity department set up instruments, the alchemists were eager to help, and the necromancers pulled out everything from microscopes to microelectron microscopes:

Bloodlines!

High-level vampires!

It is a rare opportunity to study the flesh and blood of high-level vampires, even if it is just a small piece, slice it into thin slices and look at it under a microscope!

Yes, study of flesh and blood. At the dinner that day, Grand Duke Rimmer raised a glass of Warcraft blood, gestured to Grete from afar, and drank it in one gulp. At nine o'clock in the evening, under Grete's guidance, he lay down on the operating table:

"I can't see clearly what it is in the magic image... It would be best to do a puncture biopsy, take some cell samples, and observe them under a microscope..."

The Grand Duke agreed with this explanation: in any case, it was better than cutting open his body and carving out a piece of flesh from the suspicious area. However, when Gretel asked him to take off his pants, he firmly refused:

"You want to go in from the back? That's not possible!"

"However, the area suspected of having abnormal signals is in your intestines..." Gretel tried to reason with him:

"Entering through the natural entrance of the human body is the least harmful way to the human body..."

"That's not okay! It's beneath my dignity! Just stab it in the stomach! Stab it from here!"

"But your body is injured..."

"I am a vampire! I don't care about this! Just drink a few more mouthfuls of blood and sunbathe under the moon for a few more days and that's it!" Grand Duke Rimel turned over resolutely, pressed his back tightly against the operating bed, and patted his belly:

"Right here! Just poke here!"

Question: What should I do if the patient is extremely uncooperative, has extremely poor compliance, and is unable to receive treatment after treatment?

He replied, "Nothing to do, just listen to him." Anyway, the possibility of blood bacterial infection is extremely low, and the self-healing ability is extremely strong. Even if the internal organs are punctured, there will not be much danger. What? Puncture a blood vessel?

As a vampire, if you can't control every drop of blood in your body, then what kind of vampire are you?

"Even if I poke here, you still have to wait for me to perform an ultrasound positioning!"

"...Where's your mental power? You're tickling me!"

"No, ultrasound can also make you feel itchy? Is it really not a psychological effect?"

Chirping and noisy, but not slow at all.

Grand Duke Rimmer let go of some control of his power, allowing the vines created by Gretel to penetrate under his skin and swim deep into his abdomen, while still complaining:

"Do you have to wrap it around slowly with a vine? Can't you use a long needle, just poke it in the end, and then take it out?"

"The damage to the vines is relatively small... For example, now, the vines can go around the intestines and make a few more turns, so that they can pass through the thin mesentery... without puncturing the intestines or blood vessels... "

"It's grinding and grinding, it's not pleasant at all!" Grand Duke Rimel groaned as he closed his eyes. Suddenly he shouted again:

"Hey, don't touch there! That's where I store my power!!!"

Gretel: →_→

Wait, you store your power in your appendix? !

No wonder the results of CT and MRI scans are so strange... It turns out that this is the feeling of a large amount of energy condensation, which is somewhat similar to the crystal core in the body of Warcraft, but not the same...

Maybe, this is the negative energy crystal of undead creatures? Next time, you should find the Necromancer and ask for more of their death knights, zombies, and various undead creatures. Scan them carefully and accumulate the numbers...

Gretel endured the complaints and carefully guided the vines to the location of the abnormal image. The tip of the vine, the front thorn, turns into a long hollow needle, which is incorporated into the target cell and closed——

Great, pull out!

By the way, it is impossible to take any more samples during the withdrawal process, but it is natural for the vines to become rougher and naturally pick up some cell tissue...

The vine, the sample "contained" in the vine, was held by Gretel in both hands and flew away. Naturally, he sliced ​​the samples he took and observed them under the microscope himself;

The cells and tissues attached to the vines were carefully divided into ten parts, and were held cherished by the necromancers under various instruments:

"Negative energy! Hurry! See if these cells can divide and grow under the infiltration of negative energy!"

"Moonlight! Where's the moonlight! Has the Plastic Energy department done the analysis? Has the wavelength been made?"

"You also need to use healing spells appropriately! Natural healing spells, maybe the positive energy is not so strong? It's a pity that no one is present at the God of War Temple and the Spring Water Temple, so we can't test the effects of different types of healing spells..."