It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 960 Celera!Come help collect gold!
"Plague girl? Is she here?"

Gretel's first reaction was to go home and shake people.A few from the Evocation Department, including the teacher, bombarded and bombarded the girl with a good disinfection;

A few necromancers, including Immortals, split and cut the Plague Girl. The most essential parts are used to increase strength. The surrounding parts, the Plague Branch should be very happy to add materials...

But think about the distance from the westernmost to the easternmost of the New World Plain, and then across the ocean, to the Kingdom of Kent. This idea, honestly, is packed away——

This time and again, at least three months to get rid of it?Even if Bernard or Mr. Balencimo take their own badges and use the mage tower line to send messages across the sea-the consumption is huge, and people are willing to give this face-it will take two months to start!

Sigh, when will electromagnetic communication be available... When will the airship be able to accelerate?The plane in the previous life flew from London to Los Angeles, and arrived in 12 hours...

And what about the plague girl?When will the Plague Maiden arrive?

"She's here, she's here..." The White Horned King stepped on the ground with his hooves, and Momo turned straight, causing the ground to tremble.Gretel had to float a little off the ground to hear it say over and over again:
"Here she comes...she's near...the kids are a day's walk away..."

That's still pretty close.Gretel recalled the experience of being carried by two magic cows and galloping here today.

The plague girl, since she is called a god, shouldn't she run slower than the magic cow?That being said, the crisis is imminent——

"How did she attack? How strong is she?"

"Very strong! Very strong! Very strong!" King Baijiao was turning restlessly:

"Just blow like that! Spit like that! My children! My children and grandchildren! Just fall down! Just fall down in large swaths! Sickness, death—even after she is gone, her strength still grows stay for a long time—”

Gretel didn't quite get the point.There was no way, he stood on the floating disc, at eye level with King Baijiao.Using his communication ability as the priest of the God of Nature, he stretched out his right hand to touch its brow:

"Tell me, what happened, tell me what you saw..."

A vast amount of information rushed into my mind.Gretel was so rushed that his feet went limp, he quickly closed his eyes and focused his attention, and let go of his mind—only as if he was a ruthless diverter, diverting all information into the meditation core, storing it and then looking through it slowly:

In the memory of King Baijiao, the plague girl came roaring.Sure enough, as described by several great witch priests, her image is dark and thin.The black air covering the whole body kept rising and falling, and the corners were ragged, and black mist continued to spread outward.

If Gretel were to describe it, this plague girl looks a lot like a dementor...

On the opposite side of the "Dementor", hundreds of bison were charging with their heads lowered and their horns calm.Gretel, who had spent a whole day among the bison, could also recognize them as bulls by the shape and size of their horns:
The adult, strongest bulls are in the front row, and the young bulls are in the back row.On the bull's horns, the hazy blue-black radiance was connected into one piece, covering them with an invisible armor.

These bulls lowered their heads and rushed forward with the tallest bull at the front as the arrow. The "dementors" were far away, and the black mist with a diameter of hundreds of meters was washed away by them, revealing a bright passage, going straight to the plague girl's body——

Then, Gretel saw the dementor-like plague girl leaning over, not sucking hard, but blowing it out.A thick black air spit out from her mouth, enveloped the entire herd, passing the bulls in front, behind, above and below.

The strongest bulls at the front can continue to charge forward despite the black air; while the young bulls in the rear are weak at the legs.Between the mouth and nose, a lot of pus-yellow, bloody foam gushed out, the eyes were red, and the body trembled...

"The germs enter the body and reproduce rapidly and in large numbers, which is similar to the principle of the [Epidemic Art]." Gretel checked the memory of the White Horned King over and over again, thinking in his heart:

"For this ability, there are two solutions: one is offense, and the other is defense. Defense is to treat the sick bison one by one. As long as I isolate and cure them quickly enough, you can't do anything about me."

"The offensive is to actively eliminate the source of infection... Whether it is bacteria or viruses, even anthrax, they are afraid of high temperature, acid, and alkali... Of course, how to attack to maximize efficiency is a problem. It takes a lot to try..."

"Dear Lord of Plague..." The booming subwoofer sounded again.King Baijiao bowed his head respectfully and asked him for help:

"Please help me, protect my children, protect my people... Every time the Plague Girl attacks, she becomes stronger. My children are almost unable to hold on..."

Get stronger with every attack?
Her, oh no, it, what is the source of its strength?
Gretel thought hard.Gods, even demigods, totem gods, have different sources of power from magicians, knights, and monsters.The latter comes from oneself, while the former mostly comes from the outside world——

From belief and worship, or from fear and dread.Like the God of the Kestrel, the God of the Buffalo, or the River God of the Great River Tribe, most of them come from the former, but the Plague Maiden, the Plague Maiden...

"The power of the plague girl is not impossible to resist." Gretel stepped on the floating disc and floated over, trying to grab the White Horned King... In the end, he only grabbed a handful of ox hair:
"After the injection was used yesterday, I observed that the effect was good. Continue today-the assembly line has produced a lot of medicines. I prepared the medicines and asked them to inject your children. As long as the injections are enough, they may press Stop the disease!"

A production line is running at full capacity, how many doses of medicine can be produced in a day?
The answer is that even Grete’s crude production line, half of which is rubbed by hand, produced nearly [-] copies of streptomycin.The brackets, are the two thousand parts of the bison, not the two thousand parts of the human.

...And the result of this is that the syringe in Gretel's hand is not enough.

"I need a syringe! I need a glass bottle!" In Gretel's hand, the gold coin was thrown high, and it spun down:

"Time is money my friend!"

"Uh... I need gold coins..."

"Gold coins?" The White Horned King kept watching, watching the little monster appear with a puff of blue smoke, watching the gold coins disappear after entering its body, and glass, metal, and rubber quickly combined in front of it to make syringes one by one and each glass bottle:
"Dear Plague Lord, do you need that kind of shiny, yellow, patterned metal piece? Although we don't have much of this kind of metal piece, we have a lot, a lot of this yellow metal..."

He mooed a few times, and soon the bull swayed away, lowered its head, and began to dig the ground vigorously.Once, twice, a big rock was quickly dug out, and then the big rock was overturned with the horns...

"Wow……"

Gretel let out a small exclamation.

In the big pit under the stone, there are twisted golden crowns, smashed golden bowls and plates, cracked golden cups, and all kinds of crooked jewelry, large and small.

Some may be bracelets, some may be part of necklaces, and some may have been set on the hilt, scabbard, or belt before...

In short, in the pothole that was as big as a bison, among the scattered bones and skeletons, countless gold, gold, and gold were scattered.

"These are enemies! They are all enemies!" King Baijiao stomped the ground vigorously, and a piece of soil collapsed on the side of the pit, covering the skeleton:

"They are all enemies who have come to kill us and plunder my children! My children don't need the things they leave behind, so they can only be piled up here! Dear Plague Lord, as long as they are useful to you, you can Take them all!"

This... These enemies are really rich... Gretel quickly glanced at the Golden Eagle fighters not far away, saw their cheeks twitching, and silently turned his head away.Obviously, a large part of these enemies are fighters from the Eagle Country.

This must be the one with mines at home... Otherwise, you can't come out to fight, with so much gold on your body... The treasure fleet robbed by the coalition forces of the parliament before, those guys from the glorious Holy See also robbed some big tribes of the natives ...

"Cerilla!" Gretel yelled loudly.Miss Yinlong came in response, and Gretel pointed to the gold in the pit:

"These are yours, exchange some gold coins for me to use! I want the little monster to make a syringe!"

"Wow——" Cerilla's beautiful silver-blue eyes instantly turned into a golden "$".

She generously threw a handful of gold coins and ran to the edge of the pit.With a light wave of her bare hand, the gold and precious stones in the pit floated up, rolled up into a tornado, and piled up at her feet.Golden plates, golden bowls, golden crowns, golden rods...

The size and height of the pyramid continued to increase, and within a short while, it was already piled up over Celera's waist.

Gretel: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, he simply turned his head away and concentrated on guiding the little monster to work. 20ml syringes, 50ml syringes, injection needles, various large and small bottles...

Hey, anyway, he can’t spend this sum of gold if he wants to come. He can either bring it back and find someone to melt it into gold coins (very unlikely), or bring it back and sell it to the council (very unlikely), or deposit it in his space equipment. Here, waiting to be remembered someday.

In contrast, it is better to dedicate it to making the bed for Serilla. Anyway, the gold coins he has left behind must be used to make the bed for Serilla...

He turned his head, collected the syringe, sterilized it, weighed the powder, dispensed it, and filled it.One by one, pour it into large and small salt water bottles, and tell Bernard and others in front of King Baijiao:

"I've divided up the amount of each serving. The big cow uses a big syringe to draw a tube, and the calf uses a small syringe. You all know these things yesterday... Bernard rode away on Appa, Mr. Balencimo, you Arrange a cow to lead the way, please ensure his safety..."

The White Horn King nodded vigorously.Gretel handed over all the injections to Bernard and the others, as well as the two Golden Eagle fighters, and waved vigorously:

"There are medicines and healing techniques, they can get better! Tell your children, don't be too afraid of the plague girl!"

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