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Chapter 396 Grete's lung washing, certified by the royal family, a good helper for advanced!

Rothergar Firehammer has been stuck on the eighth level for more than ten years.

This "more than ten years" does not mean that he started from the eighth level of advancement, but after reaching the threshold of advancement, he has not crossed this step for more than ten years.Every time you recuperate, train, accumulate strength, find an opponent or challenge yourself in a dangerous way, in the end, you are always short of breath.

Well, a veritable "one breath".

Rotherga felt that it was often when the battle was at its most intense, the blood boiled and the strength of the whole body was concentrated, and then the chest was tight and short of breath, and he couldn't continue breathing.Then, advanced or something...

Goodbye.

But this time is completely different!Since the successful lung washing, he felt refreshed from the inside out. In Vigeland's words, "the whole person has lost two catties".Running, exerting force, swinging the hammer, fighting, there is no longer the feeling of having a tight chest and being unable to breathe in the middle of a battle!

Evenly matched opponents!
The determination to win!
Duty to drive out the traitors!

Dangerous situation!

Pile, piece by piece, piled up together, accumulated over ten years, and finally, at the critical moment of life and death, leaped over the obstacles of many years!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa . There was a muffled sound of "dong", and Gretel, who was far away from the martial arts arena, trembled a little:
How heavy was the hit!

concussion!
Skull fracture!

Epidural hematoma!
Rib fractures!

Pneumothorax and hemothorax!
Traumatic asphyxiation!
A series of craniocerebral and chest traumas flew through my mind.Gretel was gearing up, his fingertips flashed with white light, and he subconsciously stood up:

Inside, there are several kinds of injuries, and it only takes a few minutes to die!In case of improper rescue, that is, one or even two lives!
Fortunately, dwarves are much thicker than humans, and the protective effects of helmets and breastplates are also much stronger than Gretel estimated.Kay stepped back a few steps, and sat down on the ground; while Prince Rothergar stood still, shook his head, and rushed up energetically:

boom!
boom!
boom!
Gretel let out a sigh of relief, sat down happily, and continued to watch the battle.Fingers tapped the edge of the floating disc rhythmically, light and heavy, once and for all:
80!

80!

80!

Hey, this time 40!

Between the ninth level and the eighth level, it can be said to be a qualitative change.Taking a magician as an example, an eighth-level mage can only release fourth-level magic, while a ninth-level mage, the total amount and concentration of mental power is enough to release fifth-level magic.

Although there is no such clear division of fighter skills, a nine-level fighter who has accumulated a lot of money and has been promoted in battle is enough to beat the opponent to the ground...

"DUANG!"

"DUANG!"

"DUANG!"

Well, the battle has officially entered garbage time, hammering the turtle shell and walking...

The one-sided beating didn't last long.Soon, after Kai was hammered to the ground, apparently unable to resist, two high-ranking fighters entered the arena.After loudly announcing the result of the battle, he dragged him to the martial arts field like a dead dog, and threw him directly to the Heiyan tribe.

The light flickered on the sidelines, and the healing spells fell one after another.However, apart from this family, not many people care about this betrayer and loser.

The dwarves of the king's selection team rushed into the arena with cheers.Felai, Hanna, Gavin, and even Jinna surrounded Prince Rothergar.One on each side, lifting his limbs, throwing them high up—

"Rosegar!"

"Rosegar!"

"Hammer of Glory!"

"New king! New king! New king!"

The cheers shook the top of the mountain to rumble.More and more dwarves rushed into the arena, surrounded Prince Rothergar: took over the work of his teammates:

Throw people into the sky!
Not only him, but even his companions were thrown into the sky again and again.As the only girl in the team, Jin Na was not spared this kind of celebration. Instead, she was thrown higher because of her lighter weight...

Gretel was dumbfounded, gave up the floating disc, and leaned closer to the silver dragon girl.Let me tell you, everyone, this person with armor weighs more than 200 catties!
How can you throw it so high!
Shouldn't the strength of your dwarves be used as strength? !

The celebration lasted for half an hour.Prince Rothergar was finally let down, with both feet on the ground.He looked left and right, identified the direction, and immediately strode towards Gretel.

A large group of people shouted forward and followed him to move.Gretel's face froze, his eyes opened wider and wider, and he raced against the clock to bless himself with a defensive spell:
Mage Armor!

Shield technique!
Defense against ranged weapons!

Feather Fall!
Don't come over here!

Even if you come here, don't throw me into the sky!
Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Prince Rothergar was full of excitement, running faster and faster.Under Gretel's almost terrified gaze, he ran to the front, braked suddenly, and turned back on the spot——

Grabbing one of Gretel's arms, he held it high above his head.Even though he was limited by his height, even if he tried his best to stand on tiptoes and straighten his arms, he could only grab Gretel's elbow and lift it a little above his shoulders...

However, no one can question the enthusiasm and sincerity of His Royal Highness, or His Royal Highness the new King.The crowd was silent, only his passionate shouts rang out in everyone's ears:

"Let me introduce to you! This Master Gretel Nordmark is my companion in the king selection ceremony, and he is also a miracle doctor! It was he who washed my lungs and cured my chest tightness. Today I There is a possibility of advancement!"

"What? Lung washing?"

"Is it really impossible to wash people to death?"

"Can you still advance?"

There was an instant commotion around the martial arts arena.Old, young, young, human, dwarf, barbarian, orc...

All eyes were fixed on Gretel's face, as if he had written the entire manual on his face, and also stamped a big seal of "Used by the Royal Family, Quality Assured".

This……

I really want to publicize the effect of lung washing, but now it seems that the effect is too good...

Gretel smiled with a stiff face, as if he had seen the miserable life of surgery in the morning, surgery in the afternoon, and surgery in the evening, from 8 am to 12 pm every day.Beside him, Miss Yinlong smiled and raised her thumbs up to him:

"Good job!"

So many big healers can't do it!Only Gretel can!

"Great Nordmark..."

Archbishop Geroni lowered his eyes, his face was as usual, neither happy nor angry.He moved his lips lightly, and the voice, as thin as mosquitoes and flies, was transmitted to the ears of the surrounding subordinates, which was very clear:
"Remember this name. When you go back...add him to the roster and let the referee pay special attention to find opportunities."

"Yes!"

The priests bowed their heads in response.In the stands in the distance, Archmage Serrano waved away the sharp eye technique, and said to the mages around him:

"Get ready to negotiate. Let's help Gretel negotiate a good agreement. Look at it, before those dwarf priests learn to wash their lungs, the little guy might not be able to leave..."

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