Chapter 960 Cerela! Come Help Collect the Gold!

"The Plague Girl? Is she here?"

Grete's first reaction was to go home and shake people. A few people from the Evocation Department, including the teacher, came over and bombarded her to give the diseased girl a good disinfection;

A few people from the necromancy department, including immortals, split and cut the plague maiden. The best part was used to increase the strength. For the surrounding parts, the plague branch should be happy to add materials...

But think about the distance from the westernmost point of the New World Plain to the easternmost point, and then across the ocean to the Kingdom of Kent. This idea should be packed up and put away——

This time, it has been removed for at least three months, right? Even if Bernard or Mr. Valencimo were to hold their own badges and use the Mage Tower line to send messages across the sea - it would consume a lot of money and they would be willing to give it face - it would still take two months to start!

Alas, when will electromagnetic communication be developed...when will airships be able to accelerate? In my previous life, I flew from London to Los Angeles in 12 hours...

And what about the Plague Girl? When will the Plague Girl arrive?

"She's coming, she's coming..." The white-horned king's ox stomped on the ground, mooing and turning, causing the ground to tremble in waves. Grete had to float up a little, off the ground, to listen to it repeating:

"She's coming... She's very close... The children will be there in a day's journey..."

That's still pretty close. Grete recalled today's experience of being carried by two demonic cows and running wildly.

Since the plague girl is called a god, she shouldn't be slower than the demon cow, right? In this case, the crisis is just around the corner——

"How does she attack? How strong is she?"

"Very strong! Very strong! Very strong!" The White-Horned King turned restlessly:

"With just such a blow! Just such a vomit! My children! My descendants! They fell! They fell in large pieces! Sick, dead - even after she is gone, her strength will still grow. Keep it for a long time——"

Gretel was completely confused. He had no choice but to stand on the floating saucer, level with the White Horned King's eyes. He activated his communication ability as a priest of the God of Nature, stretched out his right hand flatly, and touched its forehead:

"Tell me what happened, tell me what you saw..."

A vast amount of information rushed into my mind. Grete was so washed that his feet went weak. He quickly closed his eyes and concentrated, and let his mind go. He just thought of himself as a ruthless conductor, guiding all the information into the core of meditation, storing it and reading it slowly:

In the memory of the White-Horned King, the plague maiden came roaring. Sure enough, as described by several great wizards, her image was a dark mass with a thin figure. The black air that enveloped the whole body kept rising and falling, the corners were tattered, and black mist kept spreading outwards.

If Grete had to describe it, this diseased girl actually looks like a dementor...

Opposite the "Dementor", hundreds of bison were charging in groups with their heads lowered and their horns calm. Grete spent a whole day among the buffaloes, and he could recognize that these buffaloes were bulls from the shape and size of their horns:

The adult and strongest bulls are in the front row, and the young bulls are in the back row. On the horns, a hazy blue-black light connected together, covering them with an invisible layer of armor.

These bulls lowered their heads and charged forward with the tallest bull in front as their arrow. The black mist that filled the distance around the "Dementors" and could be hundreds of meters in diameter was actually pushed away by them, revealing a bright passage that went straight to the disease girl's body——

Then, Grete saw the dementor-like plague girl leaning down, not sucking hard, but blowing outward as hard as she could. A stream of strong black air came out of her mouth and enveloped the entire herd, passing in front of, behind, above and below the bulls.

The strongest bull at the front could continue to charge forward despite the black energy; while the young bulls at the back had their legs weakened by the charge. A lot of pus-yellow, bloody foam gushed out between the mouth and nose, the eyes were red, and the body was trembling...

"Germs enter the body and multiply rapidly and in large quantities, which is similar to the principle of [Plague Technique]." Gretel repeatedly checked the memory of the White-Horned King and speculated in his mind:

"For this ability, there are two solutions: one is offense, and the other is defense. Defense is to treat the sick bison one by one. As long as I isolate and treat them quickly enough, you can't do anything to me."

"The attack is to take the initiative to eliminate the source of infection... Whether it is bacteria or viruses, even anthrax, they are afraid of high temperatures, acid, and alkali... Of course, how to attack to maximize efficiency is a question. We need to try many aspects..."

"Dear Lord of Plague..." The rumble of the subwoofer sounded again. King Baijiao lowered his head respectfully and asked for help:

"Please help me, protect my children, protect my people...Each time the plague girl attacks, she becomes stronger. My children are almost unable to hold on..."

Can every attack be stronger?

She, oh no, what is the source of her power?

Grete thought hard. Gods, even demigods and totem gods, have different sources of power from magicians, knights, and monsters. The latter comes from oneself, while the former mostly comes from the outside world——

From faith and worship, or from fear and fear. Like the God of the Kestrel, the God of the Buffalo, or the River God of the River Tribe, most of them are derived from the former, and the Plague Maiden, the Plague Maiden...

"It's not that there's no way to resist the power of the Plague Girl." Gretel stepped on the floating saucer and floated over, trying to catch the White-Horned King... In the end, he only caught a handful of cow hair:

"After using the injection yesterday, I observed that the effect was good. Let's continue today - the assembly line has already produced many drugs. I prepared the drugs and asked them to inject them into your children. As long as the injection is enough, it will be possible to suppress the disease. Stay sick!"

When a production line is running at full capacity, how many doses of medicine can be produced in a day?

The answer is that even a simple production line like Grete, which relies on hand-kneading half of the production line, produced nearly 2,000 servings of streptomycin. The brackets are two thousand parts of bison, not two thousand parts of man.

...And the result of this is that the syringe in Gretel's hand is not enough.

"I need a syringe! I need a glass bottle!" In Grete's hand, the gold coins were thrown high, spinning and falling:

“Time is money my friend!”

"Uh...I need gold coins..."

"Gold coins?" The White-horned King has been watching from the side, watching the little monster appear with a puff of blue smoke, watching the gold coins disappear into its body, and glass, metal, and rubber are quickly combined in front of it to make syringes. And each glass bottle:

"Dear Lord of Plague, do you need that kind of shiny, yellow, patterned metal piece? Although we don't have many of this kind of metal piece, we have many, many of this yellow metal..."

He muttered a few instructions, and soon a bull swayed away, lowered its head, and began to dig hard at the ground. Once, twice, a big stone was soon dug out, and then the big stone was overturned with the horns...

"Wow……"

Grete let out a small gasp.

In the large pit under the stone, there were twisted gold crowns, smashed gold bowls, gold plates, cracked gold cups, and various kinds of jewelry, large and small, crooked.

Some may be bracelets, some may be part of necklaces, and some may have been set on the hilt of a sword, a scabbard, or a belt...

In short, in the pit that was as big as a bison, there were countless gold, gold, and gold scattered among the bones and skeletons.

"These are all enemies! They are all enemies!" The White-Horned King stomped the ground hard, and a piece of soil collapsed from the edge of the pit, covering the top of the skeleton:

"They are all enemies who came to kill us and plunder my children! The things they left behind cannot be used by my children, so they can only be piled here! Dear Lord of Plague, as long as they are useful to you, you can Take them all!”

This...these enemies are really rich... Gretel quickly glanced at the Golden Eagle warriors not far away, saw their cheeks twitching, and turned their heads silently. Obviously, a large part of these enemies are warriors from the Eagle Kingdom.

This must be someone who has a mine at home... Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to go out to fight with so much gold on his body... The treasure fleet that the parliamentary coalition robbed before, those guys from the Glorious Holy See, must have also robbed some large tribes of the indigenous people. …

"Cerela!" Gretel shouted loudly. Miss Silver Dragon came in response, and Grete pointed to the gold in the pit:

"These are yours, give them to me in exchange for a few gold coins! I want the little monster to make a syringe!"

"Wow -" Cerela's beautiful silver-blue eyes turned into a golden "$" in an instant.

She generously threw out a handful of gold coins and rushed to the edge of the pit. With a wave of her hand, the gold and gems in the pit floated up, rolled up into a tornado and piled up at her feet. Gold plate, gold bowl, gold crown, gold staff...

The volume and height of the pyramid continued to increase, and in just a short while, it had already reached Cerela's waist.

Gretel: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he simply turned away and focused on guiding the little monster to work. 20ml syringes, 50ml syringes, injection needles, various large and small bottles...

Well, anyway, he can't spend this sum of gold. He must either take it back to find someone to melt it and make it into gold coins (very unlikely), or take it back and sell it to the parliament (very unlikely), or it can be stored in his space equipment. Here, waiting for one day to be remembered.

In comparison, it would be better to dedicate it to making Serila's bed. Anyway, the final destination of his remaining gold coins must be to make Serila's bed...

He turned around, collected the syringes, sterilized them at high temperature, weighed the powder, dispensed the medicine, and filled it. One by one, they poured into large and small bottles of salt water, and told Bernard and others in front of the White-Horned King:

"I have divided each portion. The big cow uses a big syringe to draw a tube, and the calf uses a small syringe. You all knew these yesterday...Bernard rode Apa away. Mr. Valensimo, you Arrange a cow to lead the way, please be sure to ensure his safety..."

The White-Horned King nodded vigorously. Grete handed all the injections to Bernard and others, as well as the two Golden Eagle warriors, and waved his hand vigorously:

"There are medicines and treatments. They can get better! Tell your children not to be too afraid of the Plague Maiden!"

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