Chapter 972 Treasure! Treasure! Donate Your Treasure to Miss Silver Dragon!

The six Golden Eagle warriors looked at each other. They stood side by side and looked at the White Eagle warriors rolling on the ground with stern expressions on their faces:

"It's really strong."

"There was no warning at all, it just started with a finger of the oak staff. I doubt that even this finger was necessary."

"The White Eagle warriors will be knocked down immediately, and even us will be affected... If the Black Eagle warriors are to kill them all in an instant?"

"Let's just report back like this... The plague girl has been killed, and there's no point in holding anyone else hostage..."

The six of them took syringes each and followed Grete's instructions to inject the White Eagle warriors one by one. Three hundred people! Each Golden Eagle warrior needs to inject fifty people! How long will it take to get busy?

Fortunately, most people get better after taking the medicine into their bodies. Although he was still lying on the ground and humming, the rashes all over his body had faded a lot. My throat is less dry and hoarse, and my body temperature has dropped slightly...

Several Golden Eagle warriors felt a little relieved. They gathered in a circle, each took off the golden wings from their backs, and prayed quietly. The White Eagle warriors who were still able to move struggled to get up and lined up behind them.

Amid the uniform prayers, golden wings floated in the air and formed a ring. Up and down, pat gently. In the distant large temple, the statue of the Eagle God instantly shot out two golden lights:

"My loyal warrior, news came from afar..."

Gretel and Serira flew away in the air without looking back. Passing through forests, passing streams, and passing battlefields full of blood and flesh. Looking down at the hills on the edge of the battlefield, there was already a scene of jubilant celebrations:

Tall tents formed a large circle. In the open space in front of the tent, a bonfire was burning, and the soldiers sang and danced. Holding a wooden bowl filled with wine pulp in one hand and a large skewer of barbecue in the other, they waved their arms, kicked their legs, stepped on the ground, and sang loudly:

"Chopping wood, suddenly happy!"

"Chipping wood, suddenly happy!"

"Play stones, light torches, uh-huh, uh-huh!"

"Knock down the prey, carry the meat back, ho ho!"

The flames flashed and flickered, rising high for a while, and then falling down when blown by the wind, making the faces of the soldiers dim and bright. The colorful feather crest on his head and the complex totem lines on his face looked even more ferocious and terrifying under the firelight.

However, at this time, no one would think that these faces looked scary. Every face is filled with a bright smile, and smile is the most common thing among human emotions:

Two warriors who are not from the same tribe, do not know each other, and do not even speak the same language. As long as they look at each other, they will raise the barbecue in their hands, open their mouths, and laugh:

"Won!"

"Won!"

"It's safe!"

"No more fear of the plague girl!"

With sharp eyes, Serira could see at a glance the black panther, which was several times larger than a tiger, lying in the crowd, squinting, and gently waving its tail like a steel whip. Chewing barbecue, his mouth full of oil, several soldiers gathered around him, brushing his fur diligently...

"Look! Leopard!"

She screamed and pointed down. Grete took her hand and let it fly down. Immediately, several great chiefs and great witch priests came together to salute him:

"Dear Lord Son of God..."

"Dear Lord of Plague..."

"Hey, we won't talk about this today!" Gretel waved his hand in a good mood:

"We had a big battle today and won. Everyone is tired. It's time to celebrate! Without further ado, let's eat meat and drink wine!"

"Eat meat and drink wine!" Everyone responded loudly. Immediately afterwards, two warriors carried a freshly roasted calf and placed it in front of them. The great chief of the buffalo tribe cut off a soft and juicy tenderloin himself and sent it to Grete:

"Lord Son of God, please!"

Gretel: "..."

I have one thing to say, it is a bit wasteful for you to grill meat like this... Why not bake it piece by piece, so that each piece has its own flavor and is not easy to burn...

While he was cursing, he took out his knife and chose the best piece to give to Cerela. Just after the division was completed, two more soldiers came over carrying the head of the roasted sheep and offered him a piece of sheep tail oil...

Gretel: "..." I don't want to eat! Take it away! What’s so delicious about this pure fat! So boring!

The two of them ate and drank heartily. It was not until Gretel was slumping over and burping while he was stroking his belly that several chiefs came to him. He put his hand on his chest and bowed deeply:

"Dear Son of God, I am very grateful that you fought side by side with us and defeated the plague girl. We will always remember your courage and kindness in our hearts. Please accept our gratitude and dedication..."

"No need-"

Gretel blurted out. Before he finished speaking, "plop", "plop", several large baskets made of rattan were carried up by the soldiers and laid flat in a row in front of Gretel.

Under the torch, the brilliant color of gold and the brilliance of colorful jewelry shine all over the place.

Serila's eyes were quickly reflected into gold. Grete glanced at her and closed her mouth very wisely.

"So much gold..." Cerela admired in a small voice. She knelt down and fiddled with these items one by one:

Unlike the trophies given to them by King White Horn, which were covered with mud and buried for an unknown period of time, the gifts sent by these human tribes were not fragments at least. Serila casually picked up the box closest to her and picked up a gold item:

It was a golden mask. The shape is very special. It does not basically fit the human face like the masks Grete saw in Nevis, but is two or even three circles larger than the human face.

The sides are spread out as much as possible, and the pointed ears with membranes are raised one by one, looking a bit like a bat. The top of the mask is decorated with a circle of brilliant feathers, and a circle of gold hangings dangles from the bottom. Most of the front area is covered with cinnabar...

Cerira picked up the mask, turned it over, and covered her face. The silver-blue eyes sparkled behind the mask, and in the middle of the eyes, the silver-blue drop-shaped pendant swung gently at the vertical pupil position, emitting thousands of rays of brilliance.

"I like this!"

Serila announced happily. She let go of her hand, and the golden mask fell naturally onto her face. She reached out to grab it in the box again.

What I grabbed this time was a long golden staff. On the head of the staff stood a golden eagle, with its wings spread out and its head lowered to peck. There is a golden snake coiled around the staff. The snake's body is tightly wrapped around the long staff. The snake's head is tilted back and its neck is expanding as much as possible. It is looking for an opportunity to attack the golden eagle.

The wings and tail feathers of the golden eagle are drawn with great detail, while the fine scales on the snake's body can actually be seen to differentiate between contraction and relaxation.

Not to mention the two emeralds in the golden eagle's eyes sparkling with life, and the pair of rubies in the snake's eyes seemed to be on fire. Even if you don't consider the cut or the size and texture of the gemstones, this golden staff is already beautiful enough.

"I like this too!"

Cerela raised her golden staff high. Her slender fingers moved quickly, turning the heavy golden staff in a circle, then raised it towards Gretel, and gave it a weak smash:

"Bang!"

"...Thank you, I think the oak cane is painful enough..."

Grete put his head in his hands in cooperation and murmured. Cerela laughed happily and continued to search for treasures in the box. Those gold plates, gold bowls, gold armbands, and gold pieces and gold ornaments were not interesting enough for her to even look at. They were probably all used to make the bed in the future——

After picking around, she found only a natural gold nugget as big as a watermelon and an armband made in the shape of a spiritual snake that would wrap around her arm and tremble. She wrapped the armband around her arm, shook it once, and then shook it again:

"Oh! Look at that little snake's eyes!" She pulled Gretchen to her side, rotated her arm, and thrust the armband straight in front of his eyes:

"Look, if you turn down, it's this color, if you turn up, it's another color!"

The refreshing and sweet smell hit the girl's nose. For some reason, Gretel's heart suddenly began to beat wildly even though she had been flying side by side with her in his arms during the day and didn't feel anything was wrong.

He gave a few random compliments, said "I'm going to see the wounded today", and walked away quickly. Take a few steps and find the chief of the Kestrel tribe:

"You guys are too polite..."

"Ah, these are nothing." The chief of the Kestrel tribe raised his head and laughed.

The brick-red, blue-grey feather crest with black and white spots trembled above his head. He looked at Cerela who picked out another long bead chain and wrapped it around her hand to look at it. Fine lines formed in the corners of his eyes:

"These are things we occasionally pick up or seize from invaders and use them in exchange. Compared to the lives you saved, they are not worth mentioning. It is only because the lady likes them that we dare to present them to you."

Do you mean that's not all the gift is?

Gretel thought for a while, and the gold in these baskets weighed hundreds of kilograms in total, which is about 100,000 gold coins, which is about the same as Cerela's bed made entirely of gold coins... uh... eighteen one part.

Even in Nevis, this price is enough to buy a level 9 mage to attack with all his strength. Even if danger is encountered during the attack, as long as it is not a narrow escape, the mage can't say anything... Isn't this all?

Of course, it is understandable that the value of gold is different in different places. Grete tried his best to keep his expression intact and nodded calmly:

"Then what?"

"You saved the lives of our people and protected us from the plague girl. We can only be worthy of your favor by dedicating our most precious treasures to you. The core of a powerful monster, a weapon refined for many years, a rare treasure …”

He looked back at the soldiers singing and dancing by the bonfire, and said with joy:

"These are all stored in the tribe's big house. Now that we have won, I have sent tribesmen to get them. In addition, if you have any needs, we will do our best to help you!"

"That's right!"

A small mountain-like bison stepped out of the darkness. The White-Horned King lowered his head, looked at Gretel with his warm eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Dear Son of God, if you have any needs, just ask. As long as we have it, you will definitely get it!"

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Thinking, what does Gretel (including his team) lack...

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