Chapter 943 Nordmark, the Youngest Son of God Gray Thunder? (Monthly Ticket Adds 2 Updates)
Chapter 943 Nodmark, the youngest son of Gretel Thor? (monthly ticket adds 2 updates)
The priestess' expression quickly became serious.
She waved her hand gently, and the elderly Golden Eagle warrior who accompanied her immediately took half a step and grabbed the void. Several fragments flew towards him, and he held them up in both hands and brought them to the priestess:
"Priest of Titland. These things have traces of the power of the 'White Ghost', I can feel it."
The snake god priest named Titlan said nothing, staring at the fragments intently, closing his eyes, opening them, closing them again, and opening them again.
In a daze, Grete seemed to see her pitch-black pupils elongate and straighten in an instant, emitting a cold green light.
"There is a touch of resentment on it... There are obvious traces of life and death..."
Priest Titland spoke slowly in a trance-like tone with a hint of hiss.
She raised her gaze and glanced at Grete. Her slender fingers intertwined together and softly made several weird gestures:
"Hush huh... hush huh huh huh huh..."
A series of breathy sounds came from her plump lips painted gold. Gretel suddenly leaned back and took half a step back:
At that moment, there seemed to be something dark and cold, rushing towards him from the night, no, from the ground, or from a darker and deeper place, as if it wanted to choose someone and devour him!
But this feeling only flashed slightly. When he came back to his senses, there was still a clear breeze and bright moon in front of him. The priestess stood upright not far away, guarded by two warriors on one left and one on the right.
She raised her eyes from the silver crown fragment and stared at Grete:
"He hates you. The owners of these fragments - they hate you. You did kill them."
"So, we have a basis for negotiation."
Gretel spread his arms, palms forward, making a friendly gesture. The priestess changed the subject:
"But that doesn't mean that you are their enemy. What if you only have enmity with these people? What if you are only hostile to the forces they belong to? - What if you are a member of the 'White Ghost' Where is the executioner responsible for executing these people?"
She made a guess, and the expressions on Serira's, Bernard's, and Mr. Valensimo's faces darkened.
When one's own boss is suspected, it is equivalent to being insulted, and no one can watch it. Valensimo took a step forward and said angrily:
"Hello--"
"My name is Gretel Nordmark." Gretel raised his left hand with his palm straight up, stopping the guide from speaking. He stared at the priestess and said calmly:
"Before I set off from the Kingdom, I was ranked 198th on the wanted list of the Glorious Holy See. If you have priests and bishops from the Glorious Holy See, you can ask them if they have heard of my name. Or, do you know? Know who my teacher is.”
The priestess listened to his words carefully. She lowered her eyelashes slightly, recited "Gret Nordmark" silently several times, and turned to the Golden Eagle warrior beside her:
"Traka, please send a message back and let them inquire. I remember how many high-level White Ghost prisoners there are in the secret prison?"
Traka was a little reluctant. The priestess couldn't help but her eyes wandered, and she said softly:
"Please, this is very important to us."
The young Golden Eagle warrior reluctantly muttered a few words, but in the end he moved his hand back and spread his hands. A pair of palm-sized, light and soft hands, with golden wings falling on his palms.
He lowered his voice and said a few words quickly to the wings, then turned around and lowered his head, facing the southwest, holding the pair of wings high between his eyebrows. With a whistling sound, the pair of golden wings shot into the clouds and disappeared instantly.
As soon as the golden wings flew away, Traka's aura immediately dropped by a level. Gretel stood aside from the beginning to the end and did not participate in the slightest. He did not raise his right hand until they were finished.
A silent phantom rose at my fingertips. In front of everyone, maps of several continents were sketched:
"The 'white ghosts' you are talking about are the clergy who believe in the Lord of Radiance, or the kingdom under the rule of the Holy See of Radiance. They are here-"
The white areas of the Old World radiated a ray of light. Seeing the priestess nodding, Gretel pointed to the island country next to the old continent:
"We are here. And you are here -"
The green Kingdom of Kent and the reddish-brown New World shine in turn. Next is the black area where the plague girl is, and then there is the golden eagle country:
"In addition to their own homeland, the 'white ghosts' also occupy a large area of the Storm Islands and the New World." The white area spread rapidly until it borders the Eagle Country:
"These people are your enemies and our enemies. We can definitely join forces to fight against them."
The priestess smiled. Her dark and slender eyelashes were gently raised, her face was slightly tilted, and the tail of her eyes were coated with dark green malachite powder, and a little gold powder shone charmingly:
"Okay. Then let's talk about it together."
Grete clearly heard Cerela humming heavily in her ear.
The priestess expressed her stance, and the situation finally progressed from the fighting stage to the negotiation stage. Of course, before negotiating, the goods must also be inspected:
The so-called "white ghosts are our enemies" and so on, Grete handed over the certificate of surrender, which can be regarded as proof;
But as the saying goes, "He helps our warriors resist disease," the priestess said, seeing is believing. If you haven’t seen it with your own eyes, how can you bet the future of the Eagle Country on distant visitors?
Accompanied by several great witch priests, the priestess observed a group of seriously ill people who had just been cured, and then observed a group of healthy people who had been vaccinated against cowpox. While reading, he nodded slightly and muttered something.
From time to time, she would flick those people with her long pointed nails. There was something there between the fingernails, like an invisible powder, or like a dark miasma, pounced on those people silently.
"What is she doing?"
In the spiritual connection, Cerela asked quietly. Gretel shook his head slightly:
"I'm testing whether these people will be harmed by the plague. - It's okay. The position of her attack is relatively low, so she won't inhale it immediately. Just throw a cleaning spell..."
Waves of cleansing techniques passed by quietly. The priestess seemed unconscious and walked forward lightly. The waist is soft and curling, really like a snake sliding on the ground. Suddenly he turned back, raised his eyes slightly, and gave Gretel a meaningful smile.
After reading it over and over, the priestess did not raise any questions, and just led the two Golden Eagle warriors, the great chiefs, the great witch priest, and Grete to sit down on the colorful seats in the temple.
Her eyes flickered, she turned away from the guests, and she was the first to speak with a smile:
"Guest from afar, I admit that you have the power to resist the plague. I, Titland, the high priest of the snake god, sincerely invite you to join us and fight against the white ghost and the plague girl..."
When she spoke, the two Golden Eagle warriors looked serious and said nothing. The chiefs of several tribes and the great witch priests also held their breaths and could not even hear the slightest cough.
In the huge temple, apart from the clear voice of the "female snake" talking softly, the only sounds that could be heard were the whistling wind passing through the temple and the crisp crackling of torches on the temple walls.
"...This is the situation." After speaking for about 5 minutes, the priestess concluded her statement:
"I hope you can join us and fight against our common enemy. Of course, this has indeed delayed your time and allowed you to take unnecessary risks. We will definitely give something back..."
Several chiefs and the great witch priests all breathed a silent sigh of relief.
In particular, the chief of the Kestrel tribe, out of his obligation to protect the guests and out of righteous indignation, rushed forward and had a brilliant fight with the elite warriors. Now I stop and lean on the side to receive treatment from the Great Witch Festival, which is really a bit scary:
These tribes will not completely obey the Eagle Kingdom, but they will provide convenience for small things. Now, if you push back directly like this, or even become directly hostile, what if the Eagle Kingdom really comes out in force...
Twelve golden eagle warriors and a number of female snakes that have always been a mystery are coming together. Their Kestrel tribe will be uprooted immediately!
Thank God, everyone turned enemies into friends!
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Gretel without blinking. Grete sat calmly, facing the priestess, with a smile on her lips:
"We are naturally hostile to the Glorious Holy See, and there is no problem in resisting the common enemy. But before that, I also want to ask: Do you have the authority to decide to form an alliance with me? How much authority do you have to decide the reward?"
"There must be authority." The priestess smiled and did not answer. Next to her, the elderly Golden Eagle warrior bowed and explained:
“The power of the Eagle Country is jointly determined by three groups of people: one group is the Tratoani, which you can understand as the ‘people who speak’; one group is the Golden Eagle Warriors, who are the military leaders of the country; the other group is 'Snake women', they are wise men and the country's internal policy guides."
He bowed his head to the priestess respectfully:
"The Priest of Titland is a female snake. Her decision will naturally be recognized by the Eagle Kingdom."
Gretel looked around. The chiefs and the great witch priests all nodded slightly to show that this was indeed the case. He did not continue to question, and with a wave of his hand, a vaccinia vaccine was held by a floating dish and slid gently towards the priestess:
"First of all, I want to make it clear that these few of us are here to travel. It is impossible to confront the Glory Holy See or the plague girl head-on. We can only stand at the rear and work. However, I can give the soldiers the ability to not be afraid of the disease."
"That's all?"
The female snake's eyebrows moved slightly. Gretel's expression remained unchanged:
"Just rely on this. I knew how to use this powder to fight the smallpox that is currently ravaging all races. Many years ago, everyone in Nevis, the city of mages, and the people sent to the New World by the Kingdom of Kent used it. If you pass it, you will be free from smallpox for life."
"how much do you have?"
"I still have a batch of samples in hand, enough for fifty people."
"This is not enough." The priestess shook her head very simply:
"We need at least one million - even if it is only used by the soldiers, we will need 200,000!"
Thank God, we finally have exact numbers on their strength. Grete secretly praised in his heart and decided to hide the other two thousand for the time being. It was of no use anyway:
"If you want more, you need to contact the City of Mage and ask them to work hard to produce. By the way, I walked here from the east coast of the New World, running at full speed, for more than ten days, across the ocean, at least one and a half months one way, to produce 200,000 vaccines…”
He was still calculating whether it would take three months or half a year, but the priestess shook her head quickly:
"It's absolutely too late. When the weather gets warmer, the plague girl will come. - Is there any other way?"
"Then we have to study it here. - I need enough resources to try and see if I can make it..."
The two sides haggled for a long time over the resources needed. It requires manpower, cattle, various materials for casting spells, and energy for casting spells. At the end of the discussion, the priestess raised her eyebrows, and the ends of her dark green eyes flashed with golden light again:
"How do I believe you can do it?"
"You can only believe it." Gretel pointed to the vaccinia test tube in front of him, and then pointed to the patient in the distance:
"Or, you can urge your side to see if they have found the prisoner and ask if they can say anything?"
The priestess raised her eyebrows and looked at the other Golden Eagle warrior. The older Golden Eagle warrior raised a pair of small golden wings with his backhand. After a moment, the pair of golden wings levitated, flapped gently, and made a solemn and grand sound:
"Gret Nordmark, a seventh-level magician, the youngest son of the God of Thunder. Among them, there is a nickname called [Lord of Plague]."
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