Chapter 443: The New Mount Gretel Snatched (the Leader of the Riding Tiger and Piggy League Will Add 4 Updates)

Gretel's healing skills impressed the barbarian elders. On the third day, he wrapped himself in a large cloak and held up [cold and heat resistant], sat on Bernard's mount, and joined the barbarians' team of hunting monsters.

——Yes, after discussions between the elders, the leader, Gotti and the speaker (the above four overlapped to a certain extent), the old man Yu Guan, the elder Brock of the host L'Aquila tribe, officially informed Grete:

He can contract one of those unowned totem spirits for auxiliary treatment.

"Of course, this is not without conditions." The old man in Yuguan leaned on a pale white bone staff. A pair of raptor hooks on the head of the staff were shiny black. He shook it slightly and made a clattering sound:

"For a long time, the outsiders who took away the totem spirits from us have left behind rich and sufficient gifts. Young healer, what can you give?"

Gretel: "...What do you need? Gold coins? Weapons? Magic equipment?"

gold? It does seem that there are still several hundred coins in the space bag, but judging from the elder's intention, I'm afraid it may not be enough;

arms? The oak staff is connected to the spirit and can never be separated from you, the surgical instruments are your treasure, and anything else cannot be considered a "weapon";

Magic equipment? There are a few pieces of magic equipment, such as Lin En's trophies, which were given to him a bunch before... However, I don't know if they are enough to exchange for a totem spirit...

Can you just make an offer directly?

"You know, a totem spirit means a tribe's hundreds of years of worship and sacrifice." The old man continued with a smile, and the feather cloak on his body rustled, like an eagle spreading its wings, flying across Sky. Grete had reason to suspect that this was also a set of equipment attached to a spirit body:

"A totem spirit means that a young man with some qualifications can inherit its power and become a spell caster, protecting the tribe for decades. Young healer, what can you give?"

I can neither offer sacrifices for hundreds of years, nor can I protect a tribe for decades... Gretel was silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked directly at the old man:

"During tribal gatherings, I will do my best to treat the sick and injured. If anyone asks me for medical advice, I will teach him candidly and according to his ability and understanding."

"That's enough!" The old man smiled, stretched out his palm, and high-fived him to sign the contract:

"Of course, we are also willing to pay a little sincerity first - don't you want to find a mount for your followers? There are some magical beasts in the tribe. You can go and have a look with your followers and choose the one you like."

Oh oh oh! Gretel's eyes sparkled. Mount! Bernard is finally going to have a mount! Finally, I no longer have to spread my legs and follow him!

Winter wolf!

Frostwolf!

Kodo!

Giant rhinoceros!

Bernard, you wouldn't pick a wild boar, would you? Wild boars are so shy!

The roar of the animal pen shook the sky. Grete was walking forward excitedly before, but as he walked, he fell behind Bernard, throwing defensive spells at himself one after another. Mage armor, hang it up; Shield spell, hang it up; Remote protection, hang it up; Resist energy damage, hang it up...

Seeing him like this, Serila shook her head and snorted far away towards the animal pen. In an instant, everything was silent. The howling of wolves, the neighing of horses, and all kinds of grunts were all silenced. The night wind blew, and Grete even vaguely smelled a pungent stench.

Gretel threw another bubble spell and hurried forward. When he looked around, Bernard had already passed a black wolf, and then passed a huge silver wolf with a shoulder height of 1.5 meters. At this moment, he stopped in front of a fat and strong wild boar that seemed to weigh more than a ton. He thought about it, shook his head, and continued walking forward.

Grete: "...Bernard, wait a minute! Why don't you pick that silver wolf?"

Silver Wolf is so handsome!

Can fight again!

Don’t be afraid that you can’t afford it. Your boss and I are rich now. I can still feed him a pig a day!

Bernard paused, looked back at Grete, and hesitated to speak. He hesitated and sighed:

"Boss... you can't beat it..."

Well, it doesn't matter if I can't beat it, as long as you can beat it. Besides, isn’t there Cerela! Which monster dares to make a mistake in front of Cerela?

Grete looked at Bernard expectantly, then stood on tiptoe and looked back. Silver wolf, judging from its coat color and body shape, it should be a frost wolf. It would be great as a mount! He's fierce and handsome, and his hair is so long that it's so easy to stroke!

"Boss..." Bernard looked at him helplessly:

"This thing is too vicious. If it is tied to the door of your hospital, the hospital will not have to worry about any patients..."

"Well……"

The silver dragon girl chuckled. Gretel was dejected and followed silently. The wild boar, don't drop it; the giant horse, don't drop it; a fat, fat bird that looks weird and looks like it can't fly at all, don't drop it...

Finally, Bernard silently stopped in front of a pure white stag.

"Bernard, you want to ride this?"

Gretel tried to stand on tiptoes to see. Well, that's good. The deer's shoulder height was over... over Bernard's shoulders, which is to say, more than two meters. I don’t know if it can kneel down. If not, Gretel has only two options if he wants to ride it:

One, climb up with a ladder; two, fly...

Bernard can certainly jump on it, though. Moreover, looking at the huge stature of the giant deer, it is estimated that humping Bernard will not be a problem, and humping another one will not be a problem either.

The stag's huge antlers spread out from side to side. Grete stretched his arms outwards and took a tentative measurement. It seems, maybe, as if, his own arm span is less than half of someone else's antlers?

He secretly sighed. Bernard had already chatted with the guide for a few words, opened the animal pen and walked in. As you walk, open your arms with your palms forward in a peaceful and friendly gesture.

The white deer stood there quietly, like a ball of moonlight. When Bernard came closer, he reached out to touch it, his nose twitched twice, and he suddenly bumped into it.

Gretel: "...Hey!"

Bernard was already prepared. He took half a step to the side, stretched out his hands, and each held a branch of an antler. Bow slightly, exhale and say:

"Hey!"

The muscles of the barbarian's arms are bulging, and he is dedicated to taming the stag with strength. Gretel stood watching from a distance, hesitating whether to use the strength of a bull—

Will it be counterproductive?

In the process of taming a mount, if someone else helps, will the mount choose to die rather than surrender?

"Don't help him." Serui pulled him and lowered his voice:

"The Silver Moon Deer is very proud, and its magic perception is very sensitive. If you throw a buff spell, it will definitely be able to sense it!"

Okay, okay... Gretel lowered his arms and stood tall outside the animal pen, holding a ball of healing magic in his hand. If you don't cheat, you won't cheat. If either party is really hurt, let him intervene!

Bernard and the white deer were in a stalemate for a while, then he suddenly shouted and twisted the deer's antlers to the side. Bai Lu fell sideways, raised his leg and kicked, and Bernard quickly jumped away. When he was about to move forward, the white deer sprayed out a bright ball of light, which almost hit Bernard.

One person and one deer rolled over and over, entangled from morning to dusk, and finally the dust settled. Bernard, with a gray face, put his arm around the white deer's neck and led it out of the stable and came to Grete. The barbarian grinned and laughed boldly:

"Boss, it's done!"

"Yeah, not bad." Gretel threw him two healing techniques to treat the bruises on his arms and legs, and looked up at the white deer. Observing from a close distance, Gretel felt more and more tall that it was tall. Grete stood on tiptoes and stretched out his arms, but he couldn't even touch its head...

Bai Lu was also looking at him curiously. Her almond-shaped eyes were gentle and peaceful, without the slightest ferocity when she was wrestling with Bernard. Her nostrils were flaring, and she lowered her head to sniff the palm of his hand, then licked it wetly.

From her posture to her eyes, she is worthy of the reputation of "forest elf". The only thing that ruined the image was the silver satin-like fur, which was now black, flowery, and rolled into clumps with the soil. It was simply too horrible to look at...

"Hey, you need a bath!"

Gretel stood up on tiptoes and patted its forehead. Bai Lu snorted, condensed a ball of moonlight, and pressed it on his bruised right front leg. Then he lowered his head further, and the next moment, the world rotated——

The white deer grabbed his collar, raised its neck, and jerked him backwards. With a snap, Grete threw himself to the ground and lay on the deer's back...

...He was wrong. Besides building a ladder and flying up using flying skills, there are other ways to ride...

"Ahhhhhhh! Where are you going! Let me go! I don't want to swim! You made it dirty but I didn't make it dirty! I don't want to catch a cold in such cold water! ...Help!!!"

In short, Bernard's new mount accepted Gretel in a very unexpected way. The barbarians didn't need to use violence to control them, or even weren't present at all. Gretel could safely sit on the deer's back and wander around.

Of course, with the size of this deer, it is enough to accommodate Grete and Bernard, as well as Cerela, Linn, and Aurora, sitting on it together. Oh, Mr. Trocca can lie on the antlers, and Lynn’s golden skull can be strung on the antlers...

Gretel looked at the antlers in front of him with great satisfaction. It's wide and flat. He measured it before and found that the width is nearly four meters. When marching in the team, it can cause clearing effect without any effort.

Of course, the wilderness is vast and sparsely populated, so he can walk sideways as he pleases. When I return to Nevis in the future, I am afraid I will have to take a detour from the countryside every day.

Grete thought wildly and touched the smooth fur on the deer's neck. There are about a dozen branches scattered on the antlers. They are not sharp, and the curvature of the top can be said to be gentle——

Natural IV stand.

Um.

A silver-moon deer like this is standing in the hospital lobby, and there can be a dozen recliners underneath it to accommodate a dozen patients for infusion... It just so happens that this kind of monster itself also has certain healing capabilities, and can be used by half a priest.

Perfect!

Grete took out a handful of seeds, spawned vines, and brought green leaves to the Silver Moon Deer's mouth. The white deer turned its head slightly, rolled its long tongue, chewed the leaves and vines, and swallowed them all. Then, he scratched his hooves and snorted with satisfaction.

"Bernard, how much longer do we have to go?"

"Hurry up, boss! The Black Crow Jungle is ahead. Passing through the Black Crow Jungle, that's where we'll be hunting this time!"

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3000 words! Another update completed!

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