Chapter 971 If You Ask Me to Take Back the Epidemic, I Will Take It Back? Dream!
The invisible and formless aura rose in the array of White Eagle warriors. In an instant, the faces of the three hundred White Eagle warriors who lined up neatly changed horribly——
According to the standard description of [Group Disease Spell], this spell is triggered by a powerful dry cough, and a black and red mist rises in the designated area. All creatures in the fog will be affected by this spell and become ill immediately.
But in Grete's opinion, this approach is too rough, really too rough. A strong dry cough is most likely the caster of the disease spell, who cultivated the pathogenic bacteria on his body and sprayed it out through a dry cough;
The black and red mist is likely to be caused by the caster himself not being able to figure out which pathogenic bacteria require what growth conditions and what symptoms it can cause, so he has to simplify them and find a greatest common denominator;
As for the signs that are too obvious and easily recognized, everything is not the most important in the face of spell casting failure.
However, once you understand the principle of this spell, Gretel can of course change it if he casts the spell himself. After the changes are completed, the method can be more concealed and the effect can be stronger. As for why we pointed the oak stick forward and shouted "Go"——
Oops, a sense of ritual is sometimes needed. Besides, with the casting action, the Golden Eagle warriors can confirm that he has indeed done his job...
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"My face! My face!"
"my hand!"
Shouts came and went.
However, the shouts died down within a few rounds. Each of the White Eagle warriors covered their necks, pinched their throats, fell to their knees, or even rolled to the ground.
The hands, face, neck, and all the exposed skin were bright red, looking ferocious and terrifying——
The six Golden Eagle warriors were shocked. They hurried forward and leaned over to take a look:
At first glance, I breathed a sigh of relief. The skin of the White Eagle warriors was not filled with blood, but with red rashes the size of pinheads. Most of them were as red as if they were dripping blood, and the tops of a few were yellow and white, looking like pus;
At the second glance, it was obvious that something was wrong. The brows of these White Eagle warriors were furrowed, their expressions were painful, and their breath was filled with heat. When they reached out and touched their foreheads, they found that they had a high fever. Press your hand on the skin and the rash will fade away, and when you release your hand, the rash will turn bright red again;
After two more shakes, the stronger ones were still moaning and struggling, but judging from the sound, their throats were completely mute; the weaker ones were already curled up on the ground, holding their heads, muttering about having a headache. There was a layer of white coating on the tongue, with a little red star protruding from it.
Some White Eagle warriors couldn't stand the itching and had begun to scratch all over their bodies. The hard nails scratched the skin, and there were five blood marks on the skin, and then there were five blood marks on the skin. Soon, there was blood dripping on his face, arms, and even his neck...
"this……"
Several Golden Eagle warriors looked at each other with solemn expressions. The leader stood up, turned around, and walked quickly towards Gretel. After taking only three steps, a scream came from behind:
"Cusco! What's wrong with you!"
The leader suddenly turned around. When he turned around, he saw Cusco, the youngest Golden Eagle warrior, half-kneeling, holding a red-faced and semi-conscious White Eagle in his hands.
The White Eagle warrior was more than one round older than him, and his facial contours were somewhat similar. He was probably Cusco's elder. At this time, he seemed to be unable to bear the pain and scratched desperately, leaving several red marks on Cusco's arm...
Then, they watched as dense red rashes appeared on Cusco’s arms, cheeks, and neck. Hearing the shouts of his companions, he wanted to open his mouth, but his voice was completely hoarse, and he could only let out a few soft "Ahhh" sounds.
"This...respected Lord of Plague..."
The Golden Eagle Warrior was completely convinced. He bowed his head to Gretel respectfully and put away all his previous thoughts:
"We have engraved your strength in our hearts. Please forgive our temptations and offenses, take back your divine power, and forgive these young warriors..."
In the previous battles, Gretel's performance was obvious to all. Although he did play a great role, everyone also noticed that in terms of energy intensity - he was a little weaker than the strongest White Eagle.
Even the silver-haired girl was much stronger than him. However, even the silver-haired girl, the six of them together, could withstand it. Not to mention, there are twelve Golden Eagle Warriors, and the Eagle God is standing behind them!
Of course, such a balance of power can be discussed and discussed with some thought - if these two can be invited to help fight the white ghosts without paying any extra price, they will also gain more favor and favor in front of the Eagle God. powerful!
But it's different now. Gretel's power is even weirder than that of the Plague Girl, and it's invisible and formless. They had never seen this bright red disease before. Moreover, even the Golden Eagle Warrior can be tricked?
"You're going to send out what you're told, and you're going to take what you're told to accept?" Before Gretel could speak, Cerela had already said something sullen. After quarreling with each other, he didn’t even look at these warriors. He grabbed Gretel and put away the mage’s hut:
"let's go!"
"Wait! Wait!" The leading Golden Eagle warrior quickly stopped him. He quickly walked around in front of the two of them, opened his arms, and tried to stop them. As soon as he raised his arm, he immediately felt a murderous aura coming towards his face, and he quickly saluted:
"We can pay the price! We can give you a reward! Please be sure to take back your divine power!"
As he spoke, he began to take off the pendant on his body. He took off a string of necklaces and placed them on the ground; then he took off a pair of armbands and placed them on the ground; then he took off two large gold rings inlaid with precious stones and placed them on the ground...
Several other Golden Eagle warriors also came over, and soon, there was a small pile of gold scattered in front of Gretel.
Serila snorted and her expression brightened slightly. Grete's expression also softened slightly. He touched the space bag and took out an iron box exuding cold air and a row of six needles:
"I will not take back my divine power, just take it as a lesson. The medicine in this is for one person in each small glass bottle. Use a syringe to absorb the liquid, inject it into the small glass bottle, shake it up, and then inject it into them. It can protect them for a day. Immortal."
He raised his eyes and glanced at the White Eagle warriors. Huh, the immediate onset of scarlet fever looks particularly scary, but with the physique of a mid- to high-level warrior, he should be able to survive it. Each person has a shot of penicillin, and the probability of surviving is even greater——
"If he can't stand the power of the medicine, give him an Encouragement Technique, an Encouragement Technique, or whatever. By the way, if you don't want everyone in the Eagle Country to fall ill..."
"Will this one get sick one by one?!"
The leading Golden Eagle warrior immediately raised his head, his eyes full of fear. Grete spread his hands:
"Otherwise? - If you don't want to do this, take a good bath before taking the person back, and boil or burn all the clothes. For other treatments, you can figure it out yourself!"
As he said this, he placed a wind barrier around the two of them, and dragged Cerela away to fly away. Several Golden Eagle warriors were left looking at each other on the spot. They could only roll up their sleeves and follow Grete's words to inject the warriors one by one.
After the medicine entered the body, Golden Eagle Warrior Kuzco's complexion improved first. He knelt on the ground and prayed a few words to the Eagle God. The golden flames on his body flickered on and off, and he took a long breath. When I stood up again, the rash on my face and body had subsided, and my voice had returned to normal.
And the breath he exhaled was blood red. When it fell to the ground, the young grass on the ground immediately withered.
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