Chapter 936 Won’t Let Me Go? You Want to Fight, Right?

Dozens of pairs of burning eyes stared at Gretel.

The Kestrel Tribe, the Bison Tribe, the Black Panther Tribe, the Gray Wolf Tribe, the River Tribe... the Stone Sturgeon Tribe, the Thunder Tribe, the Kuangsand Tribe...

There were also some tribal names that Gretel didn't quite understand, and they felt like a string of pure musical notes. More than a dozen chiefs, more than a dozen great witch priests, as well as tribal warriors, young shaman priests, and shaman priest apprentices all stared at Gretel with scorching eyes.

Praying, anxious, and anxious. Just like... just like in his previous life, when the epidemic just broke out, countless patients and family members surrounded him, praying for a chance to be admitted to the hospital, receive oxygen, and put on a ventilator...

They want to live.

Everyone wants to live.

Grete closed her eyes tightly. Close it and open it. Then, he sat down cross-legged and began to take out the vaccinia vaccine box by box from the space bag:

"This box contains 50 cigarettes."

"50 sticks."

"50 sticks."

In front of Grete, the brightly colored straw mat with large geometric patterns was soon filled with boxes. Small metal boxes, only a little longer than a palm, were piled into a pile surrounded by a faint cool air. Grete looked up and looked around:

"There are only two thousand, you can distribute it among yourself. - It is only suitable for use on people who have never had this plague, to protect them from the disease. It is of no use to those who are sick or have been cured."

There was silence. Gretel looked left and right. Most people, especially the soldiers, had blank expressions on their faces. Look at the box, then look at your chief, then look at the box, then look at your own Great Witch Festival...

What's wrong? What's wrong? Didn't I make it clear enough?

"It must have never happened before!" Gretel emphasized:

"Those who have already had this disease, or are currently sick, it's useless! It's wasted! There is one person who cannot be protected! - Find someone, I will vaccinate you, I can only stay here for one day !”

silence. The silence continued. Then, Gretel heard a small, breathless voice coming from among the chiefs:

"two thousand……"

The speaker spoke slowly and hesitantly. When he said the word "two thousand", it was obvious from the voice that he was imitating Grete's pronunciation:

"...What is it?"

Grete's vision went dark.

Why is this a problem? Why is “two thousand what” a problem? Do you not understand the word "two thousand", or simply can't count?

"Two thousand means ten two hundred. It means twenty one hundred." He explained it in the simplest possible language, looking around expectantly:

Who else doesn't understand? I need to make it simpler, but I really can’t explain it!

I'm really not an elementary school, no, a kindergarten math teacher!

Sorry, someone has already finished cracking their fingers and started to take off their boots and crack their toes...

Of course most people are not so embarrassed. In other words, they all stared eagerly at the Great Witch Festival of their tribe, hoping that the Great Witch Festival could understand these numbers...or, in other words, they hoped that the Great Witch Festival could do a good job in these allocations.

counting?

calculate?

What does this have to do with ordinary warriors?

As long as they can fight, drag prey back, and patrol tribal territory, that's all! Planning the fields, counting seeds, and calculating the sowing date are all matters of the Great Witch Festival and have nothing to do with them!

And the omnipotent Great Witch Festival also responded to their expectations. The great witch priest of the Dahe Tribe opened the iron box, picked up a cowpox potion, and under Gretel's guidance, vaccinated a warrior. Then, he stared at the warrior...

What are you looking at? Immunity is something that cannot be seen with the naked eye!

While Gretel was cursing, he saw the great witch priest shaking his tambourine and chanting something. Soon, the sound of rushing water sounded from behind his thin body:

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Grete jumped slightly. Even without activating [Detection Magic], he could see a black and white shadow rising behind the Great Witch Festival. The shadow quickly solidified and glowed, and after a few blinks, it turned into a surging river——

Galloping, roaring, roaring. Among the hard rock beds, the river water carried the sand and rushed forward, hitting thousands of white foams on the rocks. The whirlpool turned rapidly, and countless broken branches, pieces of wood and even wild animals were swept into the water eye and smashed on the shore and the rocks in the middle of the river...

And this illusory river drooped downwards, rolled slightly, and completely sucked the warrior into it. Before Grete could shout "No", the Great Witch's eyes turned silver-white, he leaned back and fell into the skilled arms of his disciples.

The sound of water rushed, wrapping the body of the great wizard in a hazy state, as if he was under the water. Only her hair, which was longer than her waist, floated on the illusory water surface without any wind, like a drowned ghost trying to catch someone to replace her.

After struggling for a while, he suddenly stood up straight without bending his knees or lifting his feet, and turned stiffly in one direction:

"I saw...I saw...these medicines can protect our soldiers from diseases...make them fearless when fighting against the devil of disease..."

You are a prophecy!

Wait, what is that big river behind you... With the brightness of [Detection Magic] feedback, this thing is guaranteed to start at level 15!

With a crash, the whole hall immediately became noisy. Led by the Kestrel Tribe, Black Panther Tribe, and Buffalo Tribe, several great witch priests were whispering among themselves, from discussing to quarreling, from quarreling to raising their fists and waving their arms.

The only decent thing about her was that she didn't take off her shoes and bang them on the table.

40 iron boxes were grabbed here and there by their hands. If you take one more, I will snatch it back. If Gretel hadn't shouted "Don't use force, it's useless if it breaks" in time, it wouldn't have been a difficult task for them to tear the iron box in half.

Can't you just calculate the tribe population and then negotiate the distribution ratio? How much should each tribe get? It must lead to this kind of bartering transaction scene...

Grete thought painfully.

There was a lot of noise and fighting between you and me. After struggling for a long time, all the iron boxes were finally distributed. After listening to Gretel's instructions, the disciples of the Great Witch Festival went to stab people with their iron boxes.

The chiefs and warriors of various tribes, carrying all kinds of gifts, piled up into a mountain in front of Grete.

However, early the next morning, as soon as Gretel walked out of the mage's hut, several great witch priests and chiefs gathered around him. The two great shamans of the Kestrel Tribe and the Dahe Tribe bowed at the same time, 45 degrees, 60 degrees, 90 degrees...

"Dear Far Traveler!"

The great shaman of the Kestrel tribe put his right hand on his chest and spoke in a song-like tone:

"Thank you for the miracle medicine you brought us! Our soldiers, our women and children are all safe because of this, and are protected from the pursuit of the disease devil!"

"We respectfully ask you to join our team and launch an attack on the devil!"

Behind the great witch priests, the chiefs and warriors, layer by layer, formed a ring around Gretel. Cerrela and Bernard immediately stood next to Gretel. Without thinking, Mr. Valensimo protected the boss's back and silently clenched the long knife with both hands.

"Why do I want to join you again?"

Gretel tightened his grip on the oak staff:

"As promised before, I'll stay one night and then leave! - Get out of the way! If you don't let me go, you want to fight, right?"

"We are not afraid of fighting!" Cerela shouted:

"Gretel, let's go!"

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