Chapter 929 Gretel: This Is Not How You Treat Infectious Diseases!

Before Gretel had time to react, Raton had already rushed in front of him. He opened his arms, faced the indigenous warriors, and raised his voice:

"Hey, we don't mean any harm!"

He put his palm forward and shook it vigorously twice to show the other party that he was harmless. The soldiers on the opposite side sneered:

"Baby! Go aside!"

"Immature little baby! Don't talk!"

"How do those people know he is underage?" Cerela asked quietly. Grete stood on tiptoes and looked forward, without turning her head to the side.

"Maybe it's because there are no tattoos or colors on his face. Raton said he is still undergoing adult trials... Maybe he has to pass the trials and become an adult warrior before he can do this?"

During the one-and-a-half-month voyage, he also brought a lot of information about the New World, and occasionally read to change his mind while studying spells. Although he can't quite distinguish between this tribe and that tribe, he still knows a little bit about the general situation.

When the two people were whispering to each other, there was already a quarrel in front of them. Laton waved his hands and tried to raise his voice:

"The person behind me is the distinguished Grand Wizard! Even though he is from outside, he is also the Grand Wizard! Look at me, do I look like I can fly? He was the one who took me down from above!"

He turned around and pointed at the top of the mountain, then pointed aggressively at the group of colorful adult warriors in front:

"You guys who only know brute force must show enough respect when facing the Great Witch Festival!"

Well……

Gretel painfully suspected that his constant "knowledge of language" might have some translation problems. Or do these New World natives refer to all people with spellcasting abilities as shamans or great shamans?

But one's own people cannot tear down one's own people. Grete pointed to the side, and a burst of fire shot out, rushing 10 meters away before gradually dissipating, leaving behind hot and twisted air;

Then he waved his hand again, and a bright white ball of light swayed down. When it fell on Laton, some cracks and frostbite on the young man's earlobes and fingers took an immediate effect and disappeared.

"I am a healer." He raised his voice: "We have just arrived here. We are not the ones who brought the plague, and we have no malicious intentions. As long as you allow us to pass, we will not enter your residence, and we will not even interact with anyone. Contact will only leave quickly.”

Several indigenous warriors looked at each other, and their eyes burst out with blazing light... Gretel suspected that their eyes had built-in light-gathering and reflective effects, which could amplify the brightness of the healing light ball ten times and then reflect it out.

The leading soldier, whose hair on one side was cut short enough to expose his ears and whose hair on the other side was braided, pondered for a moment and said in a low voice:

"You wait!"

After whispering a few instructions, an almost bald soldier beside him nodded and ran away, obviously going back to report the news. Seeing this, Grete took two steps back, leaned under the big tree he had chosen before, and began to meditate.

Hurry up and ask the big tree for directions!

Mr. Trocca was so groggy when he escaped that he could not remember anything except some particularly obvious landmarks! Big trees are more reliable. I asked many big trees along the way and they all said they could remember their smell!

Come on, tell me, what's around here, how should we go next... huh?

The spiritual power continues to extend forward along with the big trees and shrubs. Pushing away, pushing away, constantly greeting the surrounding vegetation, suddenly, in the perception, a very strange thing suddenly appeared:

A highlight.

A very obvious highlight in the wilderness.

Not as bright as Serila, teachers or senior brothers and sisters, but down-to-earth and honest. Standing there steadily, it seems that it will not be shaken for hundreds of years.

Around the bright spot, there are some light spots like fireflies, shining brightly. Some were bright, some were dark, and some seemed to be so dark that they were about to go out... And the brightest spot suddenly expanded, and then swayed as if it was about to go out.

Then, another light spot left the group, getting closer and closer to me, getting closer, getting closer...

"Dear Great Witch Festival!"

A shout interrupted Grete's meditation. Gretel suddenly opened his eyes. The bald warrior who had run away before was panting and shouting, running towards him from afar. Behind him, two other warriors followed, running wildly in exactly the same way, with the paint on their faces unable to hide their red faces.

"Dear Great Witch Festival!" The bald warrior ran five steps in front of Gretel, braked suddenly, and bent down deeply:

"We, Hasaba Witch Festival, please come to our tribe! We have many people sick! Many, many people! Hasaba Witch Festival has no other options. He told us that we must seek help from the respected Great Witch Festival!"

Gretel: "..."

Sure enough, healing techniques are popular everywhere.

He just nodded, and the two soldiers behind him had already rushed forward, saluted, turned, and unfolded a thing in front of him. The bald warrior and the braided warrior who gave orders before raised their hands at the same time:

Grete looked at it and saw that it looked like a sedan... Well, probably, a piece of black leather was tightly stretched between two wooden poles. From a big perspective, it's a sedan, from a small perspective, it's probably a slide pole or a stretcher?

So, are they going to ask him to come up and be carried to the station? In short, Grete would not sit on this thing, even if he died. He twitched the corner of his mouth, released the phantom colt for himself and Valensimo, and got on the horse:

"lead the way!"

The phantom pony spread its hooves and ran towards the sunset, arriving at the settlement of this tribe in a short time. In the dusk, Gretel saw a middle-aged man from a distance, wearing a feather crown and a brightly colored leather robe decorated with various feathers and beads. He hurriedly came over:

"Guests from afar! Please save the Red Stone Tribe! The ferocious devil is raging in the tribe, and I really have no choice!"

This is their tribe's... Grand Witch Festival?

Gretel seemed to have returned to the northern wilderness and saw the elders of the barbarian tribe. Oh, maybe it should be called Shaman? He quickly put on an anti-epidemic suit for himself, stretched out his hand from a distance, and made a "stop" gesture:

"Please take me to see the Great Witch Festival of the Red Stone Tribe. As a healer, I am willing to do my part when facing patients."

The middle-aged man bowed and hurriedly took him inside. Soon, Grete saw the settlement of this tribe.

A small area of ​​houses, each house is round and slightly higher than a person's head. The size is similar to that of a small yurt. Two tree trunks are supported at the door, supporting a straw mat that may be made of reeds, which serves as the roof of the porch.

Gretel followed the middle-aged man and stepped into the house. The edge of the house was surrounded by a platform about a foot above the ground, which was piled with hay and furs. Two or three patients were lying on it, and the rest were busy, wiping their bodies, giving them water, comforting them, and singing...

"What are they all doing here?"

Gretel stepped in and immediately exited:

"Let them all go out! Isolate them separately! How can such a severe infectious disease be crowded together!"

"But," the witch priest of the Red Stone Tribe said blankly:

"When someone is in trouble, relatives and friends should accompany him and give him strength! If we all abandon him, how can he escape the claws of the devil?"

Grete closed her eyes in pain.

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