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

Chapter 971 If you tell me to take back the epidemic, I will take it back?dream!

Formless and formless aura rises in the formation of white eagle warriors.In an instant, the expressions of the [-] White Eagle fighters lined up in a neat line changed terribly——

According to the standard description of [Mass Contagion Spell], this spell is triggered by a powerful dry cough, and a black and red mist rises in the designated area.In the mist, all creatures will be affected by this spell, and they will get sick immediately.

But in Gretel's view, this approach is too rough, too rough.A powerful dry cough is most likely the caster of the plague spell, who cultivated this pathogenic bacteria on his body and sprayed it out with a dry cough;

There is a high probability that the caster of the black and red mist can't figure out which pathogenic bacteria need what growth conditions and what symptoms it can cause, so they have to generalize it and find a greatest common divisor;

As for the signs that are too obvious and too easy to be recognized by others, everything is not the most important thing in the face of the failure of casting spells.

However, after understanding the principle of this spell, Gretel cast the spell himself, of course it can be changed.After the modification, the method can be more subtle and the effect can be stronger.As for why he pointed the oak stick forward and shouted "Go"——

Oh, the sense of ritual is sometimes needed.Besides, only with the casting action can the Golden Eagle fighters confirm that he has indeed done his job...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"My face! My face!"

"my hand!"

Shouts came and went.

However, after a few rounds of shouting, the shouts fell down. Each White Eagle fighter covered his neck, choked his throat, fell to his knees, or even rolled to the ground.

On the hands, face, neck, and all the exposed skin was bright red, looking hideous and terrifying——

The six Golden Eagle fighters were shocked.They stepped forward and bent down to visit:

The first time I glanced at it, I breathed a sigh of relief.On the skin of the White Eagle fighters, there was no blood, but red rashes the size of needlepoints.Most of them were red as if they were about to bleed, and a few had yellowish and white tops, which looked like festering;

On a second glance, it was obvious that something was wrong.These white eagle fighters frowned, their faces were painful, and their breath was hot; when they reached out and touched their foreheads, their foreheads were hot, and they had already developed a high fever.Touch the skin, and the rash should fade with the hand, and the rash will be bright red again when the hand is released;
Shake it a few more times, and those with a stronger physique can still moan and struggle. Listening to the sound, their voices are completely hoarse; those with a weaker physique are already curled up on the ground, holding their heads, murmuring about having a headache.The tongue is covered with a layer of white coating, and a little red star protrudes from it.

Some White Eagle fighters couldn't stand the itching and started scratching all over their bodies.The hard nails scratched the skin, and there were five bloodstains at one scratch, and five more bloodstains at the next scratch.Soon, blood was dripping on his face, arms, and even his neck...

"This……"

Several Golden Eagle fighters looked at each other, everyone's face was serious.The one in the lead stood up, turned around, and walked quickly towards Gretel.After only three steps, a cry came from behind:
"Cusco! What's wrong with you!"

The leader suddenly turned around.Turning around, I saw Cusco, the youngest Golden Eagle warrior half-kneeling, holding a blushing, semi-conscious white eagle in his hand.

The White Eagle Warrior was more than a round older than him, and his face was somewhat similar. He was probably Cusco's elder.At this moment, he seemed to be in unbearable pain, scratching desperately, leaving a few red marks on Cusco's arm...

Then, they watched Cusco's arms, cheeks, and neck, one by one, with dense red rashes floating up.Hearing the yells of his companions, he wanted to open his mouth, but his voice was completely hoarse, and he only let out a few whispers of "ahah".

"This...respected Lord of Plague..."

The Golden Eagle Warrior was completely convinced.He bowed his head respectfully to Gretel, and put away all his little thoughts before:
"Your strength, we have already remembered it in our hearts. Please forgive our temptation and offense, take back your divine power, and forgive these young warriors..."

In the previous battles, Gretel's performance was obvious to all. Although it did play a great role, everyone also saw the strength of energy - it was a little weaker than the strongest White Eagle.

Even that silver-haired girl is much stronger than him.However, even the silver-haired girl, the six of them together, could resist it.Not to mention, the Golden Eagle Warrior has 12 people, and the Eagle God standing behind him!
This kind of power balance can of course be discussed and discussed. If you can invite these two to help fight the white ghosts without paying an extra price, they can also get more favor and favor in front of the Eagle God. powerful!

But now it's different.Gretel's power is even weirder than the plague girl, and it is invisible.They had never seen this bright red disease before.Moreover, even the Golden Eagle Warrior can be recruited?

"You send as soon as you ask, and you accept as soon as you ask?" Gretel hadn't spoken yet, and Cerilla had already said something with a sullen face.He didn't even look at these fighters after he was finished, grabbed Gretel, and put away the mage's hut:
"let's go!"

"Wait! Wait!" The leading Golden Eagle warrior hurriedly stopped.He quickly walked around in front of the two of them, spreading his arms, trying to stop them.As soon as I raised my arm, I immediately felt a murderous aura rushing towards my face, so I quickly saluted:
"We can pay the price! We can give rewards! Please be sure to take back your divine power!"

While talking, he began to take off the pendant on his body.Take off a string of necklaces and put them on the ground; then take off a pair of armlets and put them on the ground; then take off two large gold rings set with precious stones and put them on the ground...

Several other Golden Eagle fighters also followed, and soon, a small pile of gold was piled up in front of Gretel.

Cerilla snorted, her expression turned pale.Gretel's face also calmed down a little, he took a look in the space bag, and took out an iron box emitting a cold air, and a row of six needle tubes:
"I won't take back my divine power. Take it as a lesson. The medicine in it is for one person per small glass bottle. Use a syringe to absorb the liquid, pour it into the small glass bottle and shake it well, and then inject it into them. It can protect them for a day. Not dead."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the White Eagle fighters.Hmph, the immediate onset of scarlet fever looks particularly terrifying, but with the physique of a mid-to-high-level fighter, it should be able to survive it.One injection of penicillin per person, the probability of passing it is even greater——

"If you can't stand the power of the medicine, give him a motivating spell, an inspiring spell, or whatever. By the way, if you don't want the Kingdom of Eagles to fall ill one by one..."

"This one will fall ill one by one?!"

The leading Golden Eagle warrior immediately raised his head, his eyes full of fear.Gretel spread his hands:

"Otherwise? - If you don't want to do this, take a good bath before taking it back, and cook or burn all your clothes. For other treatments, you can figure out your own way!"

As he said that, he put a wind barrier around the two of them, and dragged Cerilla away far away.Leaving a few Golden Eagle fighters looking at each other, they could only roll up their sleeves and inject them one by one according to Gretel's words.

After the drug entered the body, Golden Eagle fighter Cusco's complexion first turned for the better.He knelt on the ground, prayed a few words to the eagle god, and let out a long breath as the golden flames flickered on and off.When I stood up again, the rash on my face and body subsided, and my voice returned to normal.

And the breath he exhaled was blood red.When it fell to the ground, the tender grass on the ground immediately scorched.

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