Chapter 792: Will the Work of the Temple of the God of War Be Taken Away by the Mage Nodmark?

The next day after the examination, Gretel finished his work at the hospital early and rushed back to the Mage Tower to prepare for work.

In the open space in front of the mage tower, the soldiers were busy running circles, moving their limbs and joints, and preparing to warm up. Then, according to the pre-arranged order, take the [Blood Burning Potion] one by one, wait for the medicine to take effect, and fight for the last time.

Commander Drake, Bishop Ampton and others sat next to Grete, pointing to the soldiers in front and chatting with him casually:

"There is a set process for warriors to advance to knights. There is a set process for this process. These warriors started preparing a week ago. The first step is to leave the mission, train regularly, strengthen their diet, and adjust their condition."

——In fact, a week’s diet can’t strengthen you. Of course, if you are usually hungry and full, then a week of nutritional conditioning may be of some benefit.

However, if one is poor in literature and rich in martial arts, practicing martial arts requires a lot of nutritional support. Even if you are hungry and full every day, you shouldn't be able to become a fourth-level warrior?

Gretel silently cursed. Next, Chief Gunson observed his words and answered with a smile:

"Actually, the food for soldiers in the fleet is generally guaranteed, especially when they are on land. But many people starve on the ship, drink dirty water, and eat moldy biscuits. As soon as they return to the port, they Overeating…”

Understand understand. Big fish, big meat, a lot of alcohol, and an unbalanced diet. That kind of diet is not only bad for advancement, but also bad for your daily health. Gretel smiled and nodded. Bishop Ampton watched the change in his face and smiled:

"If you are a warrior in the temple, you need to take a bath and purify yourself in the past few days, calm down, and pray devoutly to the God of War. The more pious you are, the more you can mobilize the power of 'heart' and 'body' at the same time and condense them into one."

"Faith is indeed a way for people to unite their minds." Gretel nodded in agreement. Is it just to provide an anchor for people’s spirit? Religious beliefs or other beliefs are very useful.

He looked at Commander Drake. The commander sighed and spread his hands:

"There is no way. The sailors in the fleet have such faith. The only thing they can ensure to do the above is to take a bath."

calmly?

Pray sincerely?

Not to mention spending an hour or two a day praying devoutly to the statue of the God of War, even if they were locked up in the camp and not allowed to leave the camp for seven days...

You can't be calm and calm, but you will definitely become impetuous, and you're going to be shut down immediately, okay?

"Have a bath and cleanse yourself? That's good too."

"Yes, yes..." Commander Drake laughed dryly: "At least after taking a bath, the body is not so dirty. If you are injured during the battle, it will be easier to treat?"

Hey, how do you know I think so?

Grete gave him a "colleague" look and looked at the warrior who had finished moving his body and was wearing leather armor in the open space. Opposite him, Knight Kelly was putting on his full-body steel armor with the help of two warriors, putting on his helmet and pulling down his lower visor——

"So much difference?"

Commander Drake looked at him in surprise, adjusted his breathing, and said silently, "Mage, Master." Bishop Upton was not surprised and said with a smile:

"Only knights can wear steel armor and fight for a long time. Ordinary warriors, whether it is physical strength, financial resources, or the rules of this world, restrict them to wearing leather armor. Look, the battle is about to begin-"

The warrior who was about to advance quickly walked to the table and saluted everyone sitting upright. Commander Drake nodded in return. Bishop Ampton raised his hand slightly and threw an [Inspiration Technique] over:

"Go!"

Gretel looked left and right, nodded along with the crowd, and watched the warrior turn around and leave. Bishop Apton smiled and said:

"[Inspiration Technique] can make warriors brave and fearless, slightly increase strength and reaction speed, and ignore fear and pain. However, the effect is limited. If it is not combined with potions, it cannot play the best auxiliary and advanced role."

I understand, [Inspiration] is a spell that I have always used as adrenaline. However, using magic to stimulate the adrenal glands and naturally promote adrenaline secretion has limited effect. No matter what, you can't drain your adrenal glands, right?

The two warriors each picked up an unbladed steel sword. The warrior raised his sword in salute, and Knight Kelly returned the salute with a slight nod, assuming a parrying posture. Then, the level 4 warrior bent down, stepped forward, roared, and rushed forward.

"The knight will use high-intensity fighting to force the warrior to use his strongest strength and surpass his limit again and again. If he succeeds, he can become a knight. If he fails, he will try again after a period of training."

"This is by far the safest way to artificially pass the level. Although some warriors can advance in real battles, the mortality rate is too high..."

Grete had already fixed his eyes on the warrior. With mental power covering it, he could already accurately sense the basic data of heartbeat and breathing.

The electrocardiogram is not good yet. When the target is exercising vigorously, the ECG magic cannot accurately fit the target's body. The warrior moved forward, retreated, waved his sword, dodged...

Alas, the electrode pad, or rather, the magic virtual electrode pad, slipped off! The electrocardiogram cannot be done!

Gee, it would be great when a dynamic electrocardiogram can be developed. To grasp the physical condition in high-intensity combat, it is more reliable to carry a dynamic electrocardiogram. For now, all we can do is observe closely and wait for them to stop.

Gretel stared intently at the two men fighting. Next to him, Commander Drake, Bishop Ampton, and Chief of Logistics Gunson also held their breaths and stared at the combatants:

Are your steps messed up?

What about breathing?

How long can it last, and is there any hope of success in advancing?

Only Bernard didn't care too much. The barbarian sat behind Gretel, arms folded, bored. He is just a tool for chest compressions. It is none of his business who wins or loses.

Moreover, in the eyes of this eighth-level warrior, the battle in front of him was only mediocre in terms of strength and skills. If he hadn't just eaten lunch, he would almost want to grab a big elbow and chew it.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes. The first warrior failed to advance. He lost all strength and fell to the ground gasping for breath. The second warrior failed to advance. He was completely exhausted and couldn't move a finger...

Fortunately, apart from fatigue, these few people were fine. Gretel took out the electrocardiogram and took a look at it to confirm that they had no arrhythmia, and then left the electrocardiogram hanging there and ignored it.

——Anyway, if there is a problem, this spell will automatically alert the police...

One by one the warriors stepped forward to challenge, and one by one retreated in defeat. Finally, after a particularly fierce battle, the advanced man's whole body was shaken and he shouted loudly:

"ah--"

What's the meaning?

Success?

Gretel concentrated his mind, felt his life energy, and opened his meditation vision. A [Detection Magic] was thrown over, and two rays of light lit up in the field of vision, with similar brightness and different stability——

"Success!"

"Success!"

Commander Drake and Commander Gunson high-fived each other. After the advanced man roared, he rushed forward again. With an aura that was several times stronger than before, he waved his steel sword and fought with the knight.

It seems that he has just advanced and has no way to vent his energy, so he wants to do something big.

Grete stared closely at the slightly darker, flickering light. What's going on with this flash? Advancement is unstable? Could it fall at any time? still……

Suddenly the two swords clashed, and one of them was thrown high, causing the warriors flying out of the trajectory to scatter like birds and beasts. When the warrior's long sword was released, his whole body seemed to be completely out of strength and fell backward——

"careful!"

Commander Drake didn't even have time to stand up, kicked off his seat, and flew towards him. Before he could catch the warrior, a large translucent force field palm came first and softly caught the thrown warrior in his palm and put it down safely.

Then, a familiar light screen quietly lit up. On the light screen, the lines were in a mess, and when they appeared, there was an alarm sound of "didi, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep."

"Take off his armor! Take off his shirt!"

Gretel hurried over. His eyes were fixed on the light screen and his brows were furrowed:

Sure enough, I have atrial fibrillation!

After successfully advancing, is it really too heavy a burden on the heart to continue engaging in high-intensity battles?

There was no need for him to repeat himself. Commander Drake had already cut open the seam of the man's leather armor with a dagger according to the previously rehearsed plan. Three or two, he tore open the leather armor and jacket, exposing his chest, and then leaned down to listen -

"The heartbeat is gone!"

The commander suddenly turned around. It's like this again, like this again, in the process of taking medicine to advance, after a fierce battle, the heart stops beating, and then, it can no longer be saved...

Several of his colleagues, his subordinates, and the good young men he liked, all died like this!

"Get out of the way!"

Gretel offered no comfort or explanation, but only raised his voice to give orders. He raised his palm, and there was a faint flash of lightning on his fingertips, and he was hesitating. Commander Drake pressed the ground and bounced back:

As mentioned before, no one can get close during the casting period. Whoever is next to the patient will be electrocuted!

Grete stared at the light screen, finally determined the shape of the electrocardiogram, raised his hand and cast a spell:

"The first time for direct current defibrillation, the electric claw unidirectional wave defibrillation 450 joules, let's start!"

A flash of lightning flashed. The chest of the knight who had just successfully advanced immediately became scorched.

Well, the waveform has changed a bit, but it's not fully effective yet. Gretel made a gesture, and the barbarian immediately rushed forward and began to perform chest compressions with a "Hey, hey, hey,".

Bishop Upton squatted next to him, and according to the pre-planned procedure, sent all the power of [treating serious injuries] into the patient's heart.

"Get out of the way! The second DC defibrillation...480 joules..."

Great, it worked this time!

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the electrocardiogram without blinking, ready to respond at any time. One minute, two minutes...

"Okay, I'm rescued."

he whispered. Dozens of exhalations sounded from all directions, and the soldiers squatting nearby looked up at Gretel, with gratitude in their eyes. Only Bishop Apton lowered his eyes slightly, with a solemn expression:

Assist warriors to advance and help them when danger arises. This is the most important part of the daily work of the God of War Temple, and it is also one of the most important needs of ordinary warriors for the temple.

Is this job also going to be snatched away by the Nordmark mage?

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The streets have distributed supplies again!

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