Chapter 959 You Are Indeed the Lord of Plague, Take Away the Power of the Plague Girl (10,000 Rewards Plus 1 More)

Even though Grete was mumbling, "I'm not Cao Chong, I'm not an elephant," he didn't hesitate at all when it came time to roll up his sleeves and get to work. Without him, these bison are so pitiful——

Seeing a large group of bison lying on the ground, looking at me longingly, with tears in their eyes, would make even a hard-hearted cattle slaughterer put down his butcher knife.

What's more, Doctor Grete has a parental heart, not to mention that he came here to save people, no, save cattle...

So Gretel's magic circles flashed, one after another, inserted into the sick cow. These magic circles were originally used in the laboratory of the Department of Change to accurately weigh materials. They were also used to weigh bison... they were barely usable...

"1005 kilograms."

"1203 kilograms."

"547 kilograms, this is a calf..."

While weighing, he quickly calculated in his mind, prepared the medicine, and drew it out with a syringe. Although I just regret that I don’t have a calculator in my hand and can’t click ah ah to get results, but the calculation center built in the meditation core can also be used as a processor...

Prepare a row of injections and place them on the floating dish. Turning his head, the White-horned Ox King lowered his huge head and looked at him without blinking, his shadow reflected in his warm eyes. Gretel simply raised his hand and patted it:

"These medicines may cure them, but I prepared the medicine according to human body constitution. It may not be suitable or have counterproductive effects. Of course, I can also use divine magic to treat them -"

He raised his hand and threw out a heavier [Remove Disease]. The calf closest to him perked up and stood up with a groan. Gretel pointed at the calf:

"But my power alone is limited. I can throw at most dozens of magic spells like this a day, but I can't cure so many here."

The White-Horned King listened silently, snorting softly and patting Grete lightly. After listening, he turned around and sniffed the injection on the floating dish (Gretel: No!), and then sniffed the calf:

"what do you need?"

"I need a batch of sick cows for testing. They may die."

"How many will die?"

"Maybe... hundreds of people will die?" Gretel answered with a guilty conscience. Insufficient dosage of medicine, excessive dosage of medicine, drug allergy, various reasons may be possible: "I try to use treatment techniques to hold it back..."

"Please try." The White-horned King took a step back:

"I still have many...many people! I can exchange a few hundred for many, many more, yes! Please!"

Grete breathed a sigh of relief. It’s great. There are leaders who can make decisions and make decisions. They can make prompt decisions. The most important thing is never to make trouble. That’s great!

Of course, even if the White-Horned King doctor made trouble, Gretel estimated that Cerela could still lead them to escape. He took the syringe and ran to the cattle. He injected each cow with ten injections of streptomycin, and turned to say hello:

"Cerella!"

"Why!"

"Bernard! Valensimo!"

"Coming!" Bernard and Valensimo jumped off Appa's back, gearing up. Appa purred and scratched his hooves twice, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him...

"And these two..."

The two Golden Eagle warriors stood in front of them silently. Gretel pointed to the needle in front of him:

"I'll prepare the medicine, and you'll do the injections. Find some experts to see where Cerela and the others should inject, how to insert the needles, and how to push the medicine. Let's follow along! Let's start!"

With an order, everyone started to get busy like an assembly line. The weight of an adult bison generally fluctuates between 1 ton and 1.2 tons. In order to save time, the dispensing of medicine does not need to be so precise; Grete buried his head in front of the floating saucer and flew his hands.

After drawing one, hand out another, after drawing another, hand out another...

After one hundred injections were completed, each patient was observed and recorded. Gretel held an oak staff in his hand and rode Appa slowly. The bison occupied too much area and the road was too far. He concentrated on the feeling.

The mental power of a level 9 natural priest allows him to naturally feel the patient's changes without waiting for several hours:

"No allergy...no allergy...no allergy to this one...great. So far, 100 patients have no allergy. Let's look at the efficacy of the drug...well...the vitality has stabilized and has not declined. A slight rebound…”

With his eyes shining brightly, he ran to find the White-Horned King:

“This medicine works!”

"Thank you, respected son of the Thunder God." The White-Horned King was the only one who understood the situation of his own tribe faster than Gretel. It lowered its head deeply, with its muzzle almost touching the ground, and expressed its gratitude to Gretel:

"You came to save us from afar, and the Bison Clan will remember your kindness! Just ask for anything you need, and whatever we have, we will dedicate to you!"

"I don't need the reward for the time being...find me a quiet, clean place, preferably a stone cave...uh..."

Gretel silenced himself. Looking left and right, they were standing on a large plain. The highest hill nearby looked not much higher than the White-Horned King.

Of course, there are also reasons for the large and small near and far, but this terrain does not look like there can be a cave with karst landforms, which can give him the appearance of an assembly line...

Is he going to turn fossils into mud and mud into stone again and roll up his sleeves to build a factory? Although the factory building required for biopharmaceuticals is not large, he does not want to spend all his limited magic power on building a house...

Just when I thought of this, there was a loud bang, and my whole body sank. Then the collar tightened, and Cerela picked him up and flew backwards quickly. Grete was hanging in the air and saw the White-Horned King lowering his head and stomping with all his strength again...

As it stomps its feet, rolling mud waves fly into the sky, flowing spontaneously, rising up, standing straight up, and meeting on both sides. When the first drop of mud was about to fall, the white-horned king raised his head and roared loudly. The green light on the horns spread outward.

Wherever the green light shines, the mud solidifies and turns into rock. A stone cave with a height of more than ten meters, a door width of more than ten meters, and a length of thirty or forty meters, which even the White-horned King could easily walk in and turn around, stood in front of Gretel.

Gretel took a deep breath. He would definitely not be able to cast spells so quickly, easily, and with such a large volume, nor could the magicians who built the hospital house for him.

Only those who built the mage tower, the 13th and 14th level transformation mages, could command the soil to turn into stones so easily and smoothly, rise up from the ground, and take shape. Considering the size and strength of the monster, the level of this white-horned king...

"At least level 15, maybe higher." In the spiritual connection, Mr. Valensimo reminded quietly:

"Boss, be careful."

"It's okay, I won't do anything bad to them. These bison should be reasonable." Gretel secretly replied to the message. Almost immediately, news from Serira also came in:

"Gretel, don't be afraid of them! If you let go and heal, they will be really violent. I can beat that Buffalo King! If it doesn't work, I can still fly away with you!"

Of course, of course. Gretel shook Cerela's hand with his backhand: the Buffalo King, who is level 15 to 17, up to level 17, is on the same level as Cerela in terms of combat level;

In terms of mastering magic, it now seems that it should only have a few natural magics, such as trampling, increasing defense, and promoting weeds;

The most important thing is that it does not heal, let alone fly!

If such a buffalo king had to take action as a last resort, Serila would definitely be able to defeat him by flying up and keeping the distance!

"Serila, I'm not worried about this." In the spiritual connection, Gretel smiled slightly and passed on his thoughts:

"I'm just sorry that I don't have such a strong stone-shaping ability. Otherwise, I could have built a dragon's nest for you long ago..."

"This, this..."

The girl's slender hand softened, and then she suddenly exerted force to throw Gretel's hand away. Grete let out an "ouch" and stumbled to the side, then stepped inside and unfolded the streptomycin assembly line one by one:

Distilled water preparation device; culture medium preparation device; Streptomyces culture device; streptomycin reaction device, streptomycin extraction device...

The White-horned King stood about ten meters away from the entrance of the cave, watching intently and letting out a long "moo" from time to time. With it guarding the door, none of the surrounding bison dared approach, which relieved Grete, who was worried about factory pollution.

Gretel set up the assembly line and stood beside it, busying himself up and down. He was busy all afternoon and all night. He watched Streptomyces gradually grow in the device and heaved a sigh of relief:

"Celera, look at these bacteria and don't let them die! I'm going to treat them again!"

Carrying the petri dish, he walked along the dying bison one by one and touched them one by one. All the way up to level 9, Gretel was finally able to perform the "Directed Killing Technique of Shigella Bacillus" used by Elder Erwin back then:

Sterilize!

Sterilize!

Sterilize!

I don't care what kind of bacteria you are, anyway, it should not be in the human body, no, it has always existed in the cow's body. If it is killed, it will lose its balance. Then, I will kill, kill, kill!

Most of those bison were dying and lying on the ground. Even the White-horned King couldn't even neigh. Otherwise, Gretel could be lazy and ride on Appa, touching them one by one. There is nothing I can do now, it’s even harder to climb up and down...

Grete had no choice but to use his own legs to walk around the cattle. Walk, touch, cast; walk again, touch, cast again. When he felt that both of his legs were about to break, he looked up and saw that there was no longer a sick cow in front of him——

There was a long moo, and the cows roared loudly. Starting from the White-Horned King, large swaths of demonic cows bowed their heads respectfully to Gretel.

"You are indeed the Lord of Plague... You took away the power of the plague girl and gave my people health..."

The White-Horned King's voice was rumbling, dull and exciting, like subwoofers hitting Grete's chest one after another:

"Dear Son of Thunder, could you please go ahead and heal all my people?"

"This is definitely not possible!" Gretel was startled and stepped back:

"So many cows! Such a long journey! I definitely have to rely on medicine. How long can I go there by myself!!!"

"..."

"..."

The White-Horned King wanted to persuade further, but in the distance, the thundering sound of cows suddenly sounded again. It listened quietly for a while, and when it turned its head again, Grete actually saw an emotion called "nervous" on its cow's face:

"The plague girl is coming again!"

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