Chapter 935 Put Down the Cowpox and Let Me Go Tomorrow!

Gretel suddenly stopped the Phantom Pony.

The kestrel circled in the sky, making a long cry from time to time, as if it was reporting news to people in the distance.

Behind the buffalo warrior, smoke and dust surged into the sky. Soon, a large herd of bison swarmed over, and the strongest bison had strong warriors with well-defined muscles sitting on them.

In the woods, a black figure loomed. Gretel narrowed his eyes and even cast an Eagle Eye spell on himself, unable to see clearly what it was:

Is it Black Panther? Or a warrior wearing a leopard skin? Or is he a warrior who has been blessed by the Black Panther God and takes on the form of a partial Black Panther?

All in all, the opponent seems to be outnumbered and capable of fighting. Grete took a deep breath, threw a magnification spell on himself, and said loudly:

"I'll only stay for one day! I'll leave early tomorrow morning! I'll do my best, but I can't treat the number of patients that exceeds my ability! If you agree, I'll lead the way!"

The buffalo warrior tugged at his mount's mane without saying a word.

Bison swarm, kestrels lead. Before the sky completely darkened, Gretel arrived at the tribal settlement, or in other words, the gathering place of these large tribes:

Between the hills, there is an open plain with slightly undulating terrain.

In the center of the plain, a four-story mound larger than the Great Pyramid of Giza stands tall and majestic. Around the mound, small flat mounds are dotted like ripples caused by large mounds.

Tall wooden fences were erected on all four levels of mounds, and on top of some of the smaller mounds. Surrounded by wooden fences are a network of irrigation and transport canals, as well as grid-like, field-like plots.

In the middle of the farmland, hundreds of wooden houses were built with high roofs and extremely thick roofs.

The building on top of the four-story mound is different. It is taller and more majestic, with a high bulging spire pointing sharply at the sky. Around the roof, there are various symbols flying: bison horns, curved beaks and hooks, sharp claws popping out of the meat pads...

There were some other marks that Grete couldn't recognize at first glance.

"Hell, how many tribes are there here? There must be more than three!"

Grete murmured. In the spiritual connection, Mr. Barensimo’s voice soon came:

"At least 10. I can only recognize 8... This is a big party. It seems that all the surrounding tribes who can come should be here."

The inner mounds are tall and wide, while the outer mounds are relatively low and not that large. Correspondingly, the houses above are much smaller, with almost no decorations of animal bones, horns and feathers on the roof.

"How many people are there..." Grete turned his eyes and counted around:

"One circle, two circles, three circles... The first circle counts 10 houses, the second circle has 15 to 20... the third circle... the fourth circle... it is not a problem to accommodate 10 people in each house. Well...counting the people from the host tribe..."

Before the number of people could be counted, the kestrel folded its wings and swooped down like a sharp arrow, landing on the tent decorated with curved beaks and hooks. Soon, a group of people came out one after another from the tent:

Judging from their wrinkled faces, the long staffs in their hands, and the complicated crowns and tattoos, Grete would bet a silver coin that these are all spellcasters in the tribe.

The kestrel screamed from the central roof. And their eyes, first one, then a group, turned their position accurately and fell on Grete and his group standing far away.

"The Great Witch Festival comes from afar!"

The leading witch priest - or shaman - walked quickly with people. From a distance, he waved the long staff in his hand, stroked his chest and saluted. He shaved his head, got a bird's beak-like tattoo in the middle of his forehead, and wore a feather crown.

When he bowed and lowered his head, his whole head was like a kestrel lowering its head to peck someone. Grete managed to hold back his laughter and listened to his speech:

"Thank you for your generosity and willingness to save our people! The devil of disease has seized us, and our soldiers, our women, and our children are dying in large numbers!"

He spread his arms and raised his head high. The voice was ups and downs, with many deliberately elongated vibratos. Gretel almost thought he was singing:

"We need to gather every bit of our strength, all the kind and powerful wizards and warriors, to fight against the cruel devil-"

"Where is the patient?"

Grete interrupted. Kestrel Great Witch Festival was stunned for a moment, put on a smile, and half-turned around:

"here."

A huge white cow walked slowly over, its horns lowered obediently. The Kestrel Great Witch Priest was the first to get on it, and the other witch priests also got on their mounts and walked towards the four-story mound in the center. When they came to the bottom of the mound, they changed to a sedan chair, and the two of them climbed up:

The temple was filled with smoke. Gretel stared at the Bubble Spell for a long time, then realized that the place was divided into left and right sides: on the left were brightly colored mats, with several exquisite tables placed beside each mat, perhaps the territory of the great witch priests;

The ground on the right was exposed, and there were a large number of patients lying on the dirt floor, which was made of a mixture of soil and grass. The stench was overwhelming. Some moaned softly, some begged softly, and some looked motionless and might have been dead.

Gretel swept through the fortune-telling technique and immediately began to shoot [Remove Disease] one by one. The white light flashed, and the disease was cured. Soon, the patients in the temple began to get up one after another.

The sight behind him was blazing. The great witch priests from various tribes stared at Gretel's movements, refusing to blink even a moment. Until Gretel finished throwing all the healing spells, everyone's eyes flickered and they looked at each other and nodded lightly.

"Dear Grand Wizard, thank you for your help." It was the Kestrel Grand Wizard who spoke. As he spoke, his eyes moved quickly, scanning the dimensional bag around Grete's waist again and again:

"We have no relatives and no reason to ask you to save our compatriots. We should not have any other requests. But when we go out to fight against the devil of epidemic disease, we hope to ensure that our soldiers are not harmed - can your magic medicine be used to... Can you..."

"I don't have much left here!"

Grete subconsciously covered the dimensional bag:

"You tell me the number, if you have it, you will get it, if you don't have it, you won't have it! After handing over the things, send me away tomorrow!"

That's cowpox! It was the cowpox that a group of necromancers from the Oak Grove Medical Clinic worked on for almost a year! When he thought that cowpox might not be enough, or even far from enough, Gretel's first reaction was to run away——

In normal times, it would not be too difficult for him to stay in the New World for a year and a half and study how to rub cowpox by hand. But now, Brother Lin En is still waiting for him to save him!

If you stay here for one day, Brother Lin will be in greater danger! Don't look at him. In the past few days, when he went to one tribe to govern another tribe, he only used his rest time at night and traveled during the day. He never missed a hundred miles a day!

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