Chapter 396: Gretel Cleanses the Lungs, Certified by the Wang Family, a Good Helper for Advancement!
Rothega Firehammer has been stuck at level eight for more than ten years.
This "more than ten years" is not counted from the time he advanced to the eighth level, but after he touched the threshold of advancement, he did not cross this step for more than ten years. Every time I recuperate, train, gather strength, look for opponents or challenge myself dangerously, in the end I am always short of breath.
Well, a literal "breath".
Rothega felt that when the battle was at its most intense, her blood boiled and her whole body's strength gathered, and then she felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, unable to hold on for a breath. Then, advance or something...
goodbye.
But this time it's completely different! Since the successful lung cleansing, he felt refreshed from the inside out. In Vigeland's words, "the whole person has lost two pounds." Running, exerting force, swinging the hammer, fighting, there is no longer that feeling of feeling tight in the chest and unable to breathe in the middle of the battle!
Evenly matched opponents!
Determination to win!
The responsibility to expel the traitors!
A critical situation!
Piles, pieces, piled up together, accumulated over more than ten years, finally, at the critical moment of life and death, the obstacles of many years were overcome in one leap!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-" He roared and howled wildly, his eyes burning red with blood, and he hit Kai's chest with his head. There was a muffled "dong" sound, and Grete, who was far across the martial arts field, trembled when he heard it:
How heavy the impact was!
concussion!
Skull fracture!
Epidural hematoma!
Rib fractures!
Pneumothorax and hemothorax!
Traumatic asphyxia!
A series of brain and chest traumas flashed through his mind. Grete geared up, white light flashed on his fingertips, and he stood up subconsciously:
There are several types of injuries here, and death only takes a few minutes! If the rescue is not done properly, it could mean one or even two lives!
Fortunately, dwarves were much thicker than humans, and the protective effects of their helmets and breastplates were much stronger than Gretel had expected. Kai stepped back a few steps and sat down on the ground; while Prince Rosega stood still, shook his head, and rushed forward energetically:
boom!
boom!
boom!
Gretel let out a breath, sat down relaxedly and continued to watch the battle. His fingers tapped the edge of the floating dish rhythmically, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily, once again:
80!
80!
80!
Hey, this time it’s 40!
Between level nine and level eight, it can be said to be a qualitative change. Taking magicians as an example, an eighth-level mage can only release fourth-level magic, while a ninth-level mage's total amount and concentration of mental power are enough to release fifth-level magic.
Although there are no such clear levels of warrior skills, a ninth-level warrior who has accumulated deep experience and is genuine, and who has been promoted in battle, is enough to beat his opponent to the ground...
"DUANG!"
"DUANG!"
"DUANG!"
Well, the battle has officially entered garbage time, hammering the turtle shell and walking...
The one-sided beating didn't last long. Soon, after Kai was hammered to the ground and obviously unable to resist, two high-level warriors entered the scene. After loudly announcing the result of the battle, he was dragged out of the arena like a dead dog and thrown directly to the Black Rock tribe.
The lights flashed on the sidelines, and the healing spells fell one after another. However, apart from the own clan, not many people care about this betrayer and loser.
The dwarves of the King Selection Team rushed into the martial arts arena with cheers. Feilai, Hanna, Gavin, and even Jinna surrounded Prince Rosegar. One on each side, lift up his limbs and throw them up high——
"Rosegar!"
"Rosegar!"
"Hammer of Glory!"
"New King! New King! New King!"
The cheers made the mountain tops rumble. More and more dwarves rushed into the martial arts arena, surrounding Prince Rothergar and taking over the work of his teammates:
Throw people into the sky!
Not only him, but also his friends were thrown into the sky again and again. As the only girl in the team, Jin Na was not spared from this celebration. Instead, she was thrown higher because of her lighter weight...
Grete was stunned, gave up on the floating saucer, and leaned closer to the silver dragon girl. Let me tell you, this man and armor weighs more than 200 kilograms!
You can actually throw it so high!
Shouldn't the strength of you dwarves be used as strength? !
The celebration lasted for a full half hour. Prince Rosega was finally let down and stepped on the ground with his feet. He looked left and right, figured out the direction, and immediately strode towards Grete.
The large group of people shouted and followed him. Grete's face froze, his eyes opened wider and wider, and he raced against time to add defensive spells to himself:
Mage Armor!
Shield!
Defend against ranged weapons!
Feather fall technique!
Don't come over here!
Even if you come here, don't throw me into the sky!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Prince Rosega was full of excitement and ran faster and faster. Under Grete's almost horrified gaze, he ran in front of him, braked suddenly, and turned backwards——
He grabbed one of Grete's arms and raised it high above his head. Despite his height limitation, even if he tried his best to stand on his toes and straighten his arms, he could only grab Gretel's elbow and lift it slightly above his shoulder...
However, no one can question the enthusiasm and sincerity of His Highness the Prince or His Highness the New King. The crowd was silent, except for his passionate shouts, which rang in everyone's ears:
"Let me introduce to you! This mage Gretel Nordmark is my companion in the King Selection Ceremony, and he is also a miracle doctor! It was he who washed my lungs with his own hands and cured my chest tightness. Today I Only then can we advance!"
"What? Lung cleansing?"
"Is it true that you can't wash away the dead?"
"Can I still advance?"
There was an instant commotion around the martial arts arena. Old, young, young, humans, dwarves, barbarians, orcs...
All eyes were fixed on Gretel's face, as if he had the entire instruction manual written on it, and an additional seal of "For Royal Family, Quality Guaranteed".
this……
I really want to promote the effect of lung washing, but now it seems that the effect is too good...
Grete responded with a stiff face and a smile, as if he had already seen the miserable life of having operations in the morning, afternoon, and evening, from 8 a.m. to 12 p.m. every day. Beside him, Miss Yinlong smiled and raised her thumb to him:
"Well done!"
Even so many great healers can’t do it! Only Grete can!
"Gretel Nordmark..."
Archbishop Geroni lowered his eyes, his expression was as usual, neither happy nor angry. He moved his lips gently, and his voice, as thin as a mosquito's fly, reached the ears of his surrounding subordinates, and it was extremely clear:
"Remember this name. When we go back...add him to the roster and let the referee pay special attention to it and look for opportunities."
"yes!"
The pastors bowed their heads in response. In the stands in the distance, Archmage Serrano cast away his Sharp Eyes spell and said to the mages around him:
"Get ready to negotiate. Let's help Gretel negotiate a good agreement. Look at this, the little guy won't be able to leave until those dwarf priests learn how to wash their lungs..."
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