Chapter 962 The Plague Girl Has Arrived! The War Begins!
Gretel sat on the back of a tall, strong bull. Full set of one-piece rubber protective clothing, gas mask, protective glasses——
There are no gaps or anything like that. They all use transformation spells to automatically bond the joints together.
There were two test tubes between his fingers, and a row of test tubes were inserted densely on the improvised wide belt, ready to go. The lightning cat stood on the left shoulder, and the ancient vine bird stood on the right shoulder, looking like "if you can't fight, run away".
Cerela sat next to him on the back of a bull. He was dressed in a light elf ranger outfit, with a pretentious long bow slung on his back, and he didn't even take out his quiver.
Only the two test tubes held between her fingertips and the shining gem on her forehead can prove that this girl is also ready to take action——
Grete turned to look at her from time to time:
"Celera, please pay attention to your protection! If that doesn't work, put on a gas mask! Respiratory-borne plagues are the most difficult to protect against!"
"knew!"
"When releasing the big fireball, remember to connect the two test tubes for bonus!"
"No problem! I've practiced it several times!"
"Don't do it unless you have to -" Gretel curled up his fingers and simulated the shape of a claw, then stretched out his arms and patted:
"If you really go up, if you can't stand it, run away. I can escape on my own! I have any door, teleportation, and the ancient vine bird!"
"Know it!"
Cerira yelled at Grete. His fingers formed into claws and his arms bent, making a gesture to grab Gretel's back collar. Silver-blue eyes briefly drew a cold vertical line.
Under the two people, "moo", "moo", the bull carrying them screamed one after another. Not only Cerela, but also Gretel deliberately did not use animals to communicate, pretending not to hear:
Anything good to hear? Laughing at us?
I am proud to have Cerela!
Gretel was filled with nervousness, and he touched the test tube on his belt again and again, and explored the spare protective suit in the space bag again and again. And behind the array of natives and bison, someone was more nervous than him:
Fifty miles away from the front line, Bernard stood up, sat down, and couldn't help but climb on Appa's back to take a look. After exhausting my eyesight, I couldn't see anything, so I had to sit down and sigh:
"Barensimo, why don't you think the boss will let us go together? I am the boss's bodyguard! I am a follower! Put me so far away. If something happens, I won't be able to save you in time!"
"The opponent is the god who controls the plague. He can't be defeated with swords, shields, or big bone clubs."
Valensimo sat cross-legged on the ground, wiped the shield in his hand, and answered calmly. The shield connected with the fur, and the squeaking sound was louder and quieter. It was obvious that the warrior was not so calm in his heart:
"This requires a spell caster to fight against. Other people's warriors will die if they die, and the boss doesn't want us to die... If the plague hits us head-on, the boss will have to come and save us."
"I know, I know, but... alas!" The barbarian gritted his teeth and slammed the big bone stick on the ground, causing dirt to fly:
"In the past, I could at least run away with my boss..."
If only he were stronger! If he were that kind of great knight at level 14 or 15, he could shake the world with every move he made, and he could also deal damage to ghosts!
That way, the boss wouldn't have thrown him so far!
"hold head high--"
The Silver Moon Deer roared loudly. He looked at the barbarian with squinting eyes, his eyes full of ridicule:
you? It's obviously me! I can run faster while carrying the boss. I can even carry the boss on my back, so I don’t need you!
While the two followers were chatting and worrying about their boss, the battle ahead had already begun. The warriors of the Black Panther tribe stood in the middle of the herd, with a dense row of short spears inserted behind them. The tip of each spear was tied with dead grass soaked in grease;
The Dahe Tribe, Dandelion Tribe, and Stone Crocodile Tribe, a group of warriors from small tribes separated on both sides. The shaman priests beat tambourines and played flutes made from bird leg bones to give the final blessings to the warriors. Pieces of bright light fell down and lit their faces. The totem on the body;
The warriors of the buffalo tribe rode on the backs of the cattle. In addition to the weapons around them, each of them also had a small bag hanging on his waist. In the bag were two gas masks...for cattle. As for their own faces, each was covered with a piece of fur, with only their eyes and nostrils exposed.
"Are you so afraid of me..." The strong wind in the distance brought the plague girl's sharp laughter:
"You think you can escape my pursuit by wrapping yourself tightly? Impossible! Give me a sacrifice! Give me an offering! Who stole my power and gave it to me!"
Faces turned towards Gretel. Even among the bulls that were stamping their feet and panting, dozens of them turned their heads and looked in Grete's direction.
Gretel: "..."
Look what I'm doing!
not me!
It is none of my business!
Relieving ordinary people's fear of the plague can weaken the power of the plague girl, but I didn't steal it!
Fortunately, no one identified him, and no one thought of kidnapping him out and handing him over to the Plague Girl or something.
The White-Horned King roared loudly, and on the left and right sides, the witch priests beat tambourines, blew horns, bone flutes and panpipes. In the vast mist, the buffalo herds and warriors collectively began to charge——
Facing the plague girl and the billowing black clouds, charge!
Gretel was still sitting at first, then gradually stood up and looked up. This time the plague girl came with great force, and in addition to herself, she also brought a group of followers. Grete grabbed the telescope, looked at a rolling black cloud, and immediately screamed:
"my eyes!"
"how?"
Serila immediately looked over, her fingertips were shining with white light, and she had already grasped a healing spell. Grete waved her hands repeatedly:
"No, no, I saw nasty dirty things..."
The mice running with red eyes, each one bigger than a cat, were so black that they covered the ground like a black carpet!
A fly as big as a fist lays maggots as it flies. The maggots squirm and soon turn into flies again, flying up one after another!
Mosquitoes as big as a palm flew together in dense numbers, like a black cloud with white spots covering them!
The lines on the body, bedbugs and fleas can be clearly seen one by one!
Help!
Please give me a pair of eyes that I haven’t seen before!
"The Plague Maiden... The Plague Maiden has brought all her followers..." The White-Horned King scratched his hooves and breathed uneasily:
"Rat God, Fly God...bugs, fleas...and their followers...never have they been like this before..."
"That's because her strength didn't drop significantly before!" A loud voice suddenly sounded in the battle formation. The great witch priest of the Buffalo Tribe raised his battle ax high and waved it vigorously:
"In the past, the plague girl could kill our warriors on her own, but now she can't do it! If she can't do it, she can only bring the gods! Everyone, tie up your clothes and put your pants on your boots. Tie them up and don’t let these things get on you!”
"That's right!" The Great Witch of the Black Panther Tribe also raised his voice:
"Whether it's bed bugs or fleas, they can't bite through our protection! Soldiers, come on!"
The iron stream rolls forward. Serila covered her nose and whispered: "Should we take action?"
"Let's wait and see..." Gretel wasn't sure yet:
"After all, we are a reserve force, and our main task is to treat... Let's check the situation first, and if it doesn't work, we can take over?"
"That's good." The silver dragon girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
"I thought about throwing a big fireball...but with so many maggots exploding, I couldn't bear it..."
"Stop talking!" Gretel was horrified and quickly interrupted her. At the front of the battle formation, the soldiers have already begun to take action:
The first wave was made up of warriors from the Black Panther tribe, who collectively lit the spears and threw them with their arms. The spear flew across the air, fell to the ground and ignited a wall of fire;
In the second wave, the shaman priests played various musical instruments. Huge kestrels, bison, and various totem gods appeared above the battle formation at the same time. The wall of fire exploded, making those bugs and fleas crackle;
In the third wave, the mice, which were bigger than cats, threw themselves into the wall of fire, crushing it and destroying it. Black water flowed across the ground, suddenly rising high, and pounced on the soldiers and bison in front——
"Cover your mouth and nose! Don't inhale it! Don't drink the water on the ground. Don't drink it no matter how thirsty you are!"
Gretel threw himself a megaphone, and his shouts echoed across the battlefield.
The male form of the disease devil sounds like a giant carrion filled with Shigella dysenteriae, Vibrio cholerae, Shigella and a series of other digestive tract infectious bacteria. But digestive tract infectious diseases are easy to prevent, as long as you don’t drink!
As for splashing on the nose and mouth... isn't everyone wearing fur masks?
Bang, bang, bang, the great shaman of the Dahe Tribe banged the tambourine vigorously. From behind him, a group of black and white shadows rose quietly, and soon turned into an illusory river.
Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap. The warriors of the Dahe Tribe hammered their chests with one hand, waved axes and sticks with the other hand, and danced a tap dance. In the sound of clapping hands and stamping feet, the illusory river is getting bigger and bigger, rolling forward and colliding with the black water...
The moment before the waves collided, countless dandelions fell down and floated on the river. When the river collided with the black water, dandelions sprouted one by one and blossomed into small yellow flowers. The yellow flowers turn into white velvet balls, blow open, and grow again.
The turbulent black water was actually blocked by this big river for a moment, and when it flowed over again, it had become much clearer.
Grete smiled happily.
Dandelion has a bitter, sweet and cold nature and flavor. Returns to liver and stomach meridians, clears away heat and detoxifies, reduces swelling and dissipates stagnation. It seems that although the indigenous people in this world have different understanding of medicine than him, they also subconsciously feel the detoxification function of dandelion...
Using dandelions and river water to intercept the power of the plague may not be medically right, but from the perspective of divine collision, maybe it is just right?
The black wave gradually faded away, and the descendants of the White-Horned King and the tribal warriors finally rushed forward and fought with the slave gods of the Plague Maiden.
The warriors who can take action in this war are at least knight level, and many have the power of great knights. The battle axes, spears and clubs in the hands were whistling in the wind, and many of them produced real air blades:
One by one, slice by slice, it slashed at the mice and bedbugs, beating them until their blood spurted and their juices splashed everywhere. The fleas and mosquitoes jumped in vain on the warriors and bison, attacking with all their strength, but could not bite through their defenses.
"King White Horn! Don't think you'll win like this!" The sharp voice sounded again, and a thick black cloud rolled straight forward:
"See if you can stop me!"
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