Chapter 934: Being Intercepted by the Natives, It Seems that the Cowpox Is Not Enough

Chapter 934: Being intercepted by the natives, it seems that the cowpox is not enough...

Gretel Don Monk Nordmark continues his journey. Well, he, Cerira, Bernard, Mr. Valencimo, and Appa happened to be the five people who learned from the experience, that's right.

As for the aboriginal boy Laton, I think he needs to be accompanied on the way to seek Buddhist scriptures. Otherwise, he has never taken the wrong path for thousands of miles?

Do you rely on the Great Sage to do somersaults and stand high in the sky to look out, to correct the direction?

Of course, Gretel doesn't need to accompany her. The surrounding flowers, plants, trees and shrubs showed him the way, which was better than any other company.

But Laton followed shamelessly, looking for a campsite, firewood, and food to eat, negotiating with tribes along the way to prove their identity...

It's not easy to go through all kinds of efforts just to learn this fish bone removal technique. Gretel felt that spending a phantom pony spell to take him away every day was not too bad.

After the reindeer tribe came the black fox tribe, and after the black fox tribe came the beaver tribe. Gretel's oak staff has a black fox tail and a pair of beaver incisors on the head. But his mood became increasingly dull, like the low-pressure dark clouds before it rained.

——When setting off from the New World, I carried 5,000 doses of cowpox vaccine with me. On this journey, I have used almost 1,000 doses.

And along the way, as far as the eye can see, the plague is only getting worse. In the Red Stone Tribe, the number of seriously ill and dying patients is about 5%. In the Reindeer Tribe, it rises to close to 10%. In the Black Fox Tribe and Beaver Tribe, it is close to 15%.

Grete guessed that this smallpox came from the west and south of the New World. So the further you go west, the more sick people you go; the further you go south, the more sick people you go.

There is still an endless plain here, which cannot stop the flow of people. It is very easy to run from one tribe to another.

When we first landed, we didn’t see any natives suffering from smallpox in the eastern region. Maybe it had something to do with the mountains blocking the flow of people?

However, this is the Great Plains... I wonder if the river can stop people... Gretel raised his head and looked into the distance. There was another sparkling river in front of him. Should he stay by the river tonight, or should he cross the river and walk further?

The Phantom Pony landed silently and made its way to the river. Before I could stand still, in the dusk, someone shouted from the other side of the river in the distance:

"Who is this? - This is the territory of the Kestrel tribe! Don't come here!"

Here we go again, here we go again. Grete rolled his eyes silently. Next to him, the indigenous boy Laton raised his voice and shouted back:

"Passing by! We are healers!"

"Passing by where?"

"Beaver tribe!" Raton took the oak staff from Gretel's hand, raised it high, and showed off a large list of souvenirs on it:

"We came all the way from the east coast, and these are gifts given by them to treat various tribes! It proves that we are friends! We have no ill intentions, and we are also willing to treat the Kestrel tribe if necessary!"

"Don't come over!"

The other side shouted louder. Not only did he shout, he also raised his long bow, nocked an arrow, and gestured towards the river bank:

"Our tribe and the Beaver tribe are enemies! You are their friends, so you are not allowed to cross the border! Otherwise, we will fight you too!"

Okay...okay. Grete shrugged and decided not to challenge the opponent directly and cause trouble for himself. Well, since they are enemies and no one is allowed to pass through, it should be able to cut off personnel exchanges and prevent the spread of smallpox, right?

They released the mage's hut on the river bank and had a good night's rest. Early the next morning, after running a long distance downstream, they took advantage of the fact that there were no patrols here and took off directly into the air, flying over the river bank.

You can't put up a cordon everywhere!

Four phantom horses and a silver moon deer let go of their hooves and ran wildly. When we ran to the top of the sun, there was a sudden eagle call in front of us, and a giant eagle with a wingspan of more than two meters swooped down.

No, when the giant eagle got close to Gretel, he realized that it was not an eagle, but a kestrel that had been enlarged many times!

A monster domesticated by the Kestrel tribe?

Or a totem beast?

Before Gretel could figure it out, he had subconsciously cast spells quickly and hung a circle of armor on everyone. The kestrel did not attack, but dived, flew level, pulled up, spread its wings, and circled and circled above everyone's heads.

When we reached the third circle, cows were heard croaking in the wilderness, and a huge bison walked out of the woods and stood in front of everyone.

A young warrior rides on the bison. On a very cold day, all he had on his body was a deerskin apron and a large string of beads that could not block the wind but only increased the coldness. He grabbed the bison's mane with his left hand, raised his right hand, and the obsidian ax in his hand was shining with light.

"We don't mean any harm! We're just passing through!"

Before the warrior could speak, Gretel had already raised his oak staff. A little bit of subtle white light, flying like fireflies on the tip of the stick:

"I am a healer! These people are my companions! We come from the east coast and are going to the westernmost part of the continent. We will not pass through your tribe and will not interfere in any of your affairs! - Of course, if you accept If you need treatment, we are willing to help you!”

"The God of Kestrels has seen your actions." After a moment of silence, the young warrior raised his face, glanced at the kestrels circling in the sky, and then leaned down on the back of the cow to salute:

"Several nearby tribes are gathering together to discuss and prepare to resist the God of Disease. I heard that a healer came from afar and claimed to have a way to resist the disease——"

Are they talking about [removing disease], or cowpox? Gretel subconsciously covered the space bag. Although his good things are no longer in his space bag, the little rattan bird given by Elder Tapros can hold more than his space bag...

"The great witch priests of each tribe discussed it and decided to invite you to come over and work out a solution together. If what you said is true, the Kestrel Tribe, the Bison Tribe, and the Black Panther Tribe will not be stingy with our repayment..."

"Wait a minute, how many people are there in your tribe together?"

"Our tribes are all the most powerful by the river!" The young warrior raised his head proudly:

"The people of the Kestrel tribe are as numerous as the birds in the woods, and the warriors of the Bison tribe are as numerous as the bison on the grassland! The Black Panther tribe's shamanic sacrifices are more numerous than the black panthers on the mountain!"

Come on... there are too many people, and I don’t have enough cowpox!

4,000 tubes of cowpox, what is 4,000 tubes enough? In the city of Nevis alone, one million doses of cowpox vaccine were used, and when it was extended to other places, to the military and to immigrants from the New World, countless more doses were used.

In Nevis, it was only through the tireless work of the Parliament, nobles and commoners, magicians, nature priests and cattle ranch workers that such a huge amount of vaccine was released to meet everyone's needs.

In the New World, there was only a group of five people including him, plus a local companion. If you rub it with your hands, how long will it last?

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