Chapter 975 Going to the Eagle Country? Add Money or Shake People? (Push up to Add Update 2)

After repelling the envoys from the Eagle Kingdom, Grete and his party returned to their residence to discuss privately. While Bernard was bending down to enter, several chiefs were stuck behind him. Grete pulled Linn and whispered urgently:

"Brother Linn, the Nilka female snake who imprisoned you is now a prisoner in my hands. I promised them before that I would let you go once I brought you back, but now..."

As he spoke, his brows were raised and his eyes were full of interest. Brother Linn! Brother Lin En, who has been single for ten thousand years!

Brother Lin En, who is always serious, has a straight face, and keeps company with all kinds of bones from morning to night!

There are actually women who like it!

Although Nilka's character and behavior are very unwelcome to him, it is estimated that Brother Linn may not like him either. However, not wanting to see him does not prevent him from gossiping...

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey...

Following his words, Serila also put her head forward and blinked brightly. Linn paused for a moment, rarely touching his hands and feet, then he raised his hand and pressed Gretel's forehead, and pushed out fiercely:

"How are you now? You must keep your promise! Let me go! Let me go immediately! - By the way, how are you and Cerira? She is actually willing to accompany you to the New World..."

"I'll go immediately and ask them to let him go!"

Grete ran away. He ran out of the tent and discussed with the Great Witch of the Kestrel Tribe, asking him to send a message to the tribal settlement, and then ask the Golden Eagle Warrior and the Snake Girl to pick them up...

After coming back from the circle, Linn was already sitting in the middle of the tent, with an empty seat between him and Cerira. You didn't look at me, and I didn't look at you either. Gretel suppressed a smile and sat between them. On the right side, Cerela immediately gave her an elbow:

"How about it?"

"Let her go, what else can I do?" Grete lazily spread his hands to her:

"It's not like she's an important figure. What's the use of keeping a basically useless female snake? Brother Linn has no interest in her..."

Lin En had a pale dead face - the face of a necromancer. He pretended not to hear, lowered his head and petted the cat. Well, as long as I don't react, it's not me who's embarrassed, not me anyway...

Serira made a "thump" sound and tried to snatch Mr. Trocca over. She moved her hand but stopped in the end. After a pause, he turned around, picked up the lightning cat from Gretel's shoulder, and touched it again and again.

Touch it twice, look at the black cat, touch it twice more, look at it again...

After seeing it for the third time, Grete reached out and picked up the black cat and put it on his lap. After stroking it from beginning to end, he raised his head and said to the great chiefs and great shamans:

"When Mr. Trocca escaped from the Eagle Country, part of his 'existence' was torn off and he was seriously injured. Such injuries are not physical and I cannot handle them."

As he said it, keep an eye on Linn's movements. Until he finished speaking, Lin En sat quietly and listened, leaning forward slightly without interrupting or blocking. His focused eyes fell on Mr. Trocca's back, full of care and worry.

Grete knew that Linn wanted to find a way to save Mr. Trocca. He picked up the black cat and showed it around:

"Can you please take a look at the totem gods and see if you have any impressions of it? Was it injured when you saw it last year?"

There was silence in the tent. The witch priests looked at each other. For a moment, the great shaman priest of the Black Panther tribe spread his hands first:

"The Leopard God has noticed this child a long time ago. He said that he is not good at this and can't help."

That is, the Black Panther God who went to battle was also a powerful monster, physically present in the world. Grete had no hope for him, so he thanked the Great Witch Priest and turned his expectant eyes to the others:

what about you?

What you worship are all beast spirits, ancestor gods, and such existences. This kind of injury is basically at the spiritual level, maybe higher than the spiritual level. You should be better at dealing with it?

Inside the tent, the shaman priests exchanged glances with each other. Soon, the great shaman of the Buffalo tribe stood up first and approached tremblingly.

He took out a polished horn and put it to his lips to blow. Soon, Gretel felt an oppressive force condensing in the tent:

The gold ornaments on the crown of the great witch priest and the gold rings on the ears were clattering automatically without any wind. Even the curling and rotating totem tattoos, at first glance, look like they are about to rise from the face and soar into the night sky.

The firewood in the center of the tent crackled, casting his shadow on the tent wall, magnifying it many times. Vaguely, a pair of huge horns seemed to rise behind the huge black shadow...

Gretel subconsciously raised his head and looked straight into a pair of gentle and quiet eyes in the void.

Those golden brown eyes looked at him quietly for a moment, then lowered their gaze and focused on Mr. Trocca. For a moment, he leaned lower and lower, took a deep breath, and exhaled it hard.

The breath exhaled changes from virtual to real. Finally, a faint black light condensed in the palm of the buffalo tribe's great witch priest.

"The Buffalo God said that he has never seen this person." The great witch priest of the Buffalo Tribe held up the black light and sent it to Gretel, while relaying the words of his god:

"However, such an injury belongs to a very powerful god...stronger than him, and the attack is very sharp and fierce. He has no way to treat it, so he can only use some of his strength to make this kid feel better."

A powerful, fierce, fierce god?

Like a kestrel or a black panther?

Or stronger?

Gretel quickly thanked him, held Mr. Trocca in his arms, and carried him to the black light. Mr. Trocca had already stood up impatiently, but his legs were short and he could not jump so high. Once he was lifted to a high enough height, he kicked off his four claws and jumped up——

"Meow!"

It swallowed the black light into its belly and landed steadily. Turning his head, he ran back to Gretel's lap and quickly curled up into a ball.

After the buffalo god saw it, the great shaman of the Kestrel tribe played the bone flute again to attract the god. The shadow of the kestrel appeared faintly. He lowered his head to observe for a while, then suddenly raised his paws to grab it. Grete screamed:

"etc!"

He quickly reached out to stop it. The illusory, cold claws passed through the back of his hand, touched Mr. Trocca's back, and then retracted.

Like light entering water, it goes in and out without causing any harm. The black cat curled up peacefully, squinting its eyes and purring, and its whiskers curled up.

It looks like he is digesting the light ball given by the Buffalo God, and he is digesting it very comfortably.

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up, I saw the Kestrel tribe’s great shaman priest putting down his bone flute with a serious look on his face:

"Our God said that the injuries on this child's body are very similar to those he caught - the parts and the way of attack are very similar. However, the one who attacked is much stronger than him."

Gretel also had a serious look on his face. He looked at Linn reflexively. Linn's cheeks tightened and she nodded slowly to him:

"That's the most likely scenario."

When escaping from the Eagle Kingdom, he was chased by the Eagle God in the air and torn off a piece - this was the most likely cause of Mr. Trocca's injury as he had previously guessed.

Without him, if you want to chase a guy who is fleeing quickly, would you let the snake god dispatch or the eagle god?

"So you're going to negotiate with the Eagle God?" Gretel looked down at the black cat on his lap, scratched its chin, and then glanced at the Great Witch Festival of the Buffalo Tribe.

The black light spit out by the Buffalo God seemed to be quite beneficial to Mr. Trocca. The black cat lying on his lap felt that its fur was much smoother and its weight seemed to have increased a bit.

If you go to the Eagle God, even if you can't get the "being" back, you can still ask it to spit out something similar. If you replenish it slowly, it will always be remedied?

"What about the power of the Eagle God?"

"Should we go back first?"

Grete and Linn spoke at the same time. The two looked at each other, and Linn slowly shook his head, took the black cat back from Gretel's lap, and pressed him hard:

"I'd better go back first. No matter what, I have to report to the teacher and Black Crow Swamp that everything is safe."

Gretel lowered his gaze. Here we go again, he thought, Brother Lin is still like that, not wanting to put him in danger unless necessary. It’s just Brother Linn, I’m now at level 10, and I’m stronger than you. I’ve even seen legendary battles——

"Don't be in a hurry when you go back. You have to understand some situations first." He raised his eyes and spoke firmly, using his eyes to stop Linn from continuing. Then he turned to several strong indigenous people:

"How are the powers of the Eagle God and the Snake God? Are they stronger or weaker than the plague girl we killed a few days ago? - In addition to the Twelve Golden Eagles and the Seven Snake Women, how many strong people and how many white people are there in their country? Eagle Warrior and Black Hawk Warrior?”

"Dear Son of God, you want to know all this, why don't you ask us?" A faint, gentle voice came quietly from outside the tent. Immediately after the curtain was lifted, the Titlan female snake quietly entered and saluted with a smile:

"When I came here this time, our Chihuacotto specially asked me to tell you everything about the Eagle Country. Chihuacotto said that if I want to win your trust and make you willing to help us deal with the white ghosts, I will tell you the truth. Let me tell you, you can’t lie——”

Finally there is someone with a clear mind. Gretel thought. At the same time, Lin En’s whisper came from the spiritual connection:

"I've met that Chihuakoto once. He's pretty smart."

It’s okay as long as the leader has a brain. Grete nodded lightly at Linn, and when he turned to Titland again, his expression became stern again, and a little bored:

"I know nothing about the situation in the Eagle Country. I can't tell whether what you are telling is a lie. - If you are really sincere, do you dare to let me use [Detect Lies] to verify it?"

"sure!"

The Titlan female snake smiled, leaned back, and puffed out her chest. Spread your hands and assume a non-resisting posture:

"You can verify it at will, you can use magic, you can also use other methods..."

Serila snorted softly from the side.

Grete threw the [Detect Lies] over without hesitation. The spell did not call the police from beginning to end, and after hearing what she described, Gretel only had two thoughts in her mind: one and the other:

Add money?

Or shake people?

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