Chapter 553: Can the Orcs Who Are About to Be Transformed by Vampires Be Saved?

What happened?

A fight started?

Someone was hurt, or was someone dead?

Grete squeezed each other and moved forward quickly. After running a few steps, Cerela caught up from behind and gave him a lift by the elbow. Gretel immediately felt like he was flying in the clouds, and his whole body was floating——

He was led by Cerela and kept his feet from touching the ground as he flew forward. Go through the corridor, cross the atrium, and go around the corner of the house. In the distance, several lighting techniques rose up, illuminating the men and women enjoying the joy beside the flowers and pools, and they dispersed in pairs.

...It seems that there are quite a lot of people looking for fun outside the banquet hall...So is this also looking for fun and overturning...

Gretel hurriedly caught up with him. Under the light of the lighting technique, a group of big guys moved forward quickly with chaotic steps. The back of Marquis Tergu's tuxedo is flying, which is particularly eye-catching...

"What a bad ally! Turning our noble priest into a blood servant, we can't afford this kind of ally!"

From a distance, the orc prince’s scolding voice came over with great vigor:

"Priests are servants of the God of War! They are sacrosanct! Making them blood servants is an insult to the entire orc race!"

"It's not a blood servant... it's a descendant..."

"Snapped!"

A bang. I don't know if it was a slap or a fist, or something else, but in short, a vampire flew out high, drew an arc, and landed squarely at Grete's feet.

Grete lowered his head and looked, my dear, my jaw was twisted to the back! If your cervical vertebra is so crooked, you're dead, right?

Then he saw the vampire put his hands on the ground, groaning, and pulled himself up. Her eyes were blurry, but she smiled when she saw him, as if he wasn't in any pain...

Okay, the Vampires have different physiques, and they may not really need saving after being beaten into such a bad shape. Gretel kept running forward, and heard chaos ahead:

"Go away! This is it, let me give her a good time!"

This was the roar of some orc prince;

"Let's find a way to save her first..."

This is the low and gentle persuasion of Archmage LeBron;

"No! Your Highness! Let me save her! Save her!"

This was the desperate cry of some orc warrior;

"I can take back the true blood, but if I take it back now, she will definitely die..."

This is the low-pitched explanation of Marquis Turgu...

"Go away! Orc priests would rather die than become a vampire!"

There was a lot of chattering, and the noise filled the sky. If the decibel level in the banquet hall is 60, then the decibel level here is estimated to exceed 90.

Grete dragged Cerela - or was dragged by Cerela, and got into the crowd to take a look. He saw a red-haired girl lying on the ground, with more air coming out and less air coming in. Her eyes were half open and half closed, and she was about to No more.

Another orc threw himself on her, putting his body between her and the enraged orc prince, begging. The big gray tail sweeps around. Looking at the ears and tail, it seems that it is either a wolf or a dog?

Gretel subconsciously assessed the girl's situation. His face was pale and his breathing was weak...

There are two tooth marks on the carotid artery, which are bright red in color and look like they have just healed...

It was obvious that he was in hemorrhagic shock. So, was the vampire who was knocked out just now causing trouble?

Grete reflexively wanted to pounce down to check her, but it was easy to hold back. After walking around half a circle, he went over and asked Archmage LeBron:

"Can you save her?"

"It's too difficult..." Archmage LeBron shook his head, looking tired. We've already talked about it, why do you suddenly come here?

The beasts are fierce and the vampires are proud. If they really get torn apart, the alliance they just negotiated will collapse immediately...

"She lost too much blood. Only by successfully embracing her for the first time can she survive. If the true blood is taken away, she will die immediately! - And the healing spell cannot be used. If the true blood conflicts with the healing spell, she will die immediately!"

"Let me try?"

Grete was unwilling to give in. As for hemorrhagic shock, this person is not dead yet, so we can still try to save him. Besides, if the rescue is unsuccessful, isn’t it just death?

Archmage LeBron was silent.

Allowing the girl to die and the agreement to collapse would be detrimental to the Parliament;

Let Gretel give it a try, and if it fails - which is a high possibility - it will be bad for the Parliament. The orcs who were saddened by the loss of their priest may not necessarily think that Gretel was well-intentioned, and the possibility of anger was high;

If Grete is not allowed to try, he has already proposed it, and if he stops it himself, what will the orcs think? Does it feel like Parliament is standing idly by?

While hesitating, Gretel took a step forward and faced the orc prince directly. He stared into the prince's eyes, opened his arms, and stood between him and the vampire girl:

"Can you let me try to save him? If he just lost too much blood, I just saved one a few days ago!"

"That's right, he just saved one!"

Viscount Sebesh emerged from nowhere to testify. The orc prince's brows were filled with anger. He looked at Gretel and then forcibly suppressed his anger:

He knew this healer. It was this one who cut open the chest of his squire and brother, the werewolf Simon, and saved the man from death. Now, he opens his mouth to save people...

"Please." The orc prince's voice was low and he reached out toward the ground. "Please use your methods to your heart's content without any worries... If you don't succeed, the orcs will also be grateful for your help."

Grete nodded and rushed down to check. The red-haired girl was wrapped in a sheet, and it seemed that she was only wrapped in this sheet. A big fiery red tail was exposed from under the sheets, plump, shiny, and smooth...

Fox people?

Gretel's mind was spinning rapidly. By the way, what is the blood type of the fox...

"Hurry up and call everyone in! All your subordinates!" He turned and ordered the orc prince. The tone was decisive and without hesitation. After saying that, he flipped through the space bag and started to take out things:

"Serila, take her into the room! Your Excellency, Archmage, please clear the place and no one else comes in! Your Excellency, Marquis, when I say yes, I ask you to take out the true blood!"

The silver dragon girl responded, and with a casual tug, she threw the orc lying on top of the red-haired girl far away. She picked up the fox girl with both hands, looked around, and ran to the nearest room.

Grete followed behind, taking out Ringer's solution, needles, and seeds quickly with quick hands and feet. Alas, the ion content and osmotic pressure of orc blood have not been measured before. Now, we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor - no, a dead fox as a living fox doctor!

He raised his hand, and a levitation technique wrapped around the salt water bottle and floated high. One end of the vine penetrates into the bottle, and the other end is connected to the needle. With a casual touch, the needle pierced the shriveled blood vessel, and Ringer's solution was immediately injected.

"Your Highness the Prince! Are your people here? - Quick, let me test your blood type!"

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