Chapter 958 Cao Chong Calls the Elephant and Gretel Calls the Bison
Gretel sat on the flying carpet and flew forward.
Gretel sat on a fluttering flying carpet tied to the horns of a bull and flew forward.
Gretel sat between two wild buffaloes, tied to a horn on each side, flying forward on an almost straight flying carpet.
When the two demonic cows were crying before, Grete's chest surged with blood, and he instantly agreed to go and have a look. I only regretted it after I agreed:
Why am I so impulsive?
I had not thought about going before!
"Gretel...you should really keep that hairnet on your face..."
Behind him, Cerela sighed quietly.
Well, it turns out that when these two demonic cows bowed their heads and shed tears, they had silently activated their mental skills...
I just don't know if it was activated deliberately, or if it was their natural skill that was activated when their emotions reached a certain level? Or is it just a subconscious emotion?
No matter what, once the words are spoken, they must be kept true to their word. So Grete got on the flying carpet and galloped away. There is a streamlined force field barrier buckled outside the body, a floating saucer is padded under the buttocks, and a floating saucer is held in the hand.
On the floating dish in his hand, twenty or thirty petri dishes are scattered here and there, each with a force field barrier to prevent wind, cold, and heat:
Some have added darkness to block light, while others have not. Black and white are interlaced, making it look like a backgammon scene...
The reason why it is so complicated is that Gretel not only needs someone (a bison) to lead the way to the Buffalo King, but he also needs to seize the time to conduct experiments on the road and build a stable experimental platform.
As for cultivating bacteria, what culture medium, pH and alkalinity, temperature and humidity, and light are needed?
Sorry, Gretel doesn't know anything. He used to be in the clinical field, not in the scientific field. He had never grown bacteria and had no experience.
Even if you have raised them before, you still have to slowly explore whether you are facing completely unfamiliar bacteria.
Well, the various culture media are put away, the strains are marked, the temperature is tentatively adjusted, and the lid is closed. Then, miracles began to happen:
The art of birth and growth!
"how is it going?"
Cerira looked over his shoulder. Grete closed his eyes, tried to sense it, and pointed to the petri dish on the right:
"It doesn't look good here..."
This round is to test which antibiotics the pathogenic bacteria are sensitive to. Gretel only had two antibiotics in his hand, and he threw them all in at once: penicillin on the left hand side, and streptomycin on the right hand side.
In the culture medium on the left front, a trace amount of penicillin solution is added. On the culture medium on the rear left, pathogenic bacteria and Penicillium are co-planted; on the culture medium on the right front, streptomycin is added, and on the rear right, pathogenic bacteria and Streptomyces are planted. Combined planting.
Maybe someone who specializes in cultivating bacteria can do better. However, Gretel has tried his best...
"What's the difference?"
Cerira pulled a pile of petri dishes and opened them one by one to look at them. At present, it seems that the pathogenic bacteria added with penicillin grow vigorously, while the pathogenic bacteria added with streptomycin grow weakly, which is obvious at a glance;
As for those that directly added Penicillium and Streptomyces, we can only say that both grew vigorously under the premise that the growth magic worked wonders.
Very good, very energetic!
Gretel: "...You see, Penicillium and pathogenic bacteria are all crowded together to grow. You squeeze me and I squeeze, which means they are all competing for territory; but here, Streptomyces, there is clearly a vacancy on the edge. It’s an open space, right? Pathogenic germs don’t grow there…”
"Ah! So, this pathogenic bacteria is afraid of streptomycin, but not penicillin!" Cerela's eyes sparkled:
"At that time, we only need to give each cow a shot of streptomycin and we will be able to save them!"
"It's not that simple..."
Gretel smiled bitterly. When he came to the New World, he brought with him 5,000 doses of streptomycin—the so-called 5,000 doses were based on the amount of medicine used by humans. However, considering the weight difference, if these 5,000 are used on bison, they can treat up to 500 cows, right?
Of course, he also brought a streptomycin production line. However, let alone the production capacity of the streptomycin production line, even if we need to get so many syringes to inject those bison one by one...
Gretel felt dizzy just thinking about it.
Flying carpets swish and cow hooves rumble. Grete conducted five rounds of experiments in a row, and finally lay down on the flying carpet, sighed longly, and raised his voice:
"Hey, those two Golden Eagle warriors!"
"coming!"
The golden wings flapped, and a pair of brilliant wings converged. The golden eagle warrior on the left flew closer carefully, standing on tiptoes in the corner of the flying carpet. This time when he went to the bison, Gretel brought two golden eagle warriors with him, both to support the show and to convey messages.
As for the Nilka female snake, she can no longer use her power anyway. Just tell Chief Kestrel to keep an eye on her...
There was a previous conflict, and Cerela showed off her skills and performed an eagle catching a chicken - no, the elf caught the eagle. The two golden eagle warriors were not convinced and obeyed, but at least they were decent in appearance.
At this moment, Gretel called for someone. He only shouted once, and immediately a person flew down, waiting for orders.
"Sit, sit." Gretel stretched out his hand and made concessions. The Golden Eagle warrior did not dare to sit down. After Grete gave in for the third time, he sat cross-legged on the floating saucer he pushed over and bowed:
"Lord Son of God, what are your orders?"
"It's okay, let's just chat." Grete looked up and smiled:
"Bison...I don't mean the buffalo tribe, but the tribe where the buffalo king belongs. How many buffalo are there? How many buffalo are there from the Kestrel tribe to the front of the territory occupied by the Plague Girl? How many days will it take us to run there?"
"This..." The Golden Eagle Warrior hesitated. Below Gretel, two demonic cows running desperately pulling the flying carpet let out a long "moo".
Grete: Don't scream, it's useless if you scream! Even if you call me, I can’t understand you!
Your scream is obviously beyond the translation range of [Language Proficiency]!
"If we fly with all our strength, we can fly across it in about a day." The Golden Eagle Warrior replied while thinking hard:
"As for these two magic cows, they fly much slower than us. It will take at least two days, right? To say how many bison there are...well..."
At this point, his brows knotted again. The demonic cow below suddenly said "moo——" again, and the golden eagle warrior's eyes lit up and he pointed into the distance:
"Look! There is a large herd of buffalo over there! The buffalo king's group is probably a hundred times as big as this one, right?"
Gretel looked in the direction of his finger. First he sat and watched, then he stood and watched. Finally, he pushed the floating saucer in his arms to Serira and flew up to watch:
Good guy, where is the herd of bison down there? It's clearly a shining black river. Ups and downs, dividing or joining, slowly flowing forward. That huge head, those hump-like shoulders, that fluffy and shiny long hair...
Gretel counted quickly... one, two, three, four, no, counting like this is too inefficient. Plus there are so many cows running around, I’m afraid I can’t count them all in one day.
He waved his hand, and the lines of [Silent Phantom] were drawn out, dividing the buffalo group below into a nine-square grid, then into a 10×10 square, and then into a 20×20...
Calculus counting method Han Xin points troops!
superior!
After a quick count, this herd of bison alone must have numbered at least a thousand. If the group ruled by the Buffalo King were a hundred times larger, there would have to be 100,000 people; plus the group that accepted its protection but did not belong to its rule...
Gretel felt that there were only 5,000 streptomycin in his space equipment, and he was deeply worried about his reserves.
The two Golden Eagle warriors estimated wrongly. The two days they mentioned meant two days of running during the day and resting at night. However, the two demonic cows were worried about the tribe, so they actually traveled day and night and ran as hard as they could.
Without eating grass, occasionally drinking water, and not sleeping, it only took a day and a night to reach the location of the Demon Bull King. Far, far away, Gretel's attention was drawn:
What a big mountain!
A black, shiny hill. Compared with the ordinary bison seen along the way, the height at the shoulders is at least twice higher, and the length is at least twice as long. Standing in a herd of bison, it is one-third taller than the surrounding bison.
A pair of white curved horns above his head reflected the sunlight, causing Gretel to squint his eyes.
"Moo——"
"Moo——"
Far and away, the two demonic cows dragging the flying carpet began to shout loudly, as if reporting news to the tribe. The long and short sounds of the subwoofer made Grete's ears buzz and his heart beat wildly.
He blocked his ears, but it didn't work. He set up a force field wall around him, but it didn't work. Finally, he simply used force, and the sound wave barrier surrounded the flying carpet, wrapping it tightly around the top, bottom, left, and right, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief:
"Huh... feel good..."
"But if you act like this, you won't be able to hear what they are saying!"
Cerela poked him with a smile. Grete spread his hands:
"Why should I hear it? When it comes time to communicate, it will come to me, right?"
The person to communicate with has indeed arrived. On the gentle slope ahead, the demonic cows moved left and right, splitting a road, and the demonic bull king "White Horn" walked down slowly.
In the first step, the earth shook, in the second step, the ice and snow cracked, in the third step, the weeds flourished and grew rapidly...
This black, hill-like monster came to Grete and the others, lowered its head and lowered its horns. Even with such a low posture, his eyes were still level with Gretel's sitting on the flying carpet, and his breath came out like a big cloud:
"Dear Son of Thunder God, Lord of Plague, thank you for coming to our tribe. My children are facing the attack of the Plague Maiden. Can you seize her power and drive her back to her original territory?"
Gretel: "..." That's not how I work! There is a misunderstanding here! No, listen to me!
He hesitated for a moment between "jumping off the flying carpet and standing on the ground to communicate with the other party, which seemed more serious" and "just sitting on the flying carpet and talking." Finally, I chose the actual effect and raised a test tube:
"Dear King White Horn, I have brought a medicine that may help your people... Can you take me to see your sick compatriots?"
"Of course." The White-horned King gave a high "moo". The two ropes holding the flying carpet broke immediately. Two bison came down beside him, shook their horns, and wrapped a rope around each:
"plz follow me!"
The bison galloped and the flying carpet floated forward. In less than 10 minutes, Gretel saw large piles of bison, lying on the ground exhausted and half-dead. He hesitantly touched the test tube:
Logically speaking, the injection volume of this thing should be converted into mg/kg of body weight. So now, who can tell me, how much do these bison weigh?
Cao Chong called the elephant, should I call the bison today?
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