owlsbooks Chapter 943 Nordmark, the youngest son of Gretel Thor? (Monthly ticket plus 2)
Chapter 943 Nordmark, the youngest son of Gretel Thor? (Monthly ticket plus 2)
Chapter 943 Gretel Thor's Youngest Son, Nordmark? (Monthly ticket plus 2)
The expression of the priestess quickly became dignified.
She waved her hand lightly, and the elderly golden eagle warrior who accompanied her immediately took half a step, grabbing at the void.A few fragments came flying in hand, he held them up in both hands, and sent them to the priestess:
"Priest Titlan. These things have traces of the power of the 'White Ghost', I can feel it."
The snake god priest named Titlan stared at the fragments without saying a word. He closed his eyes, opened them, closed them again, and opened them again.
In a trance, Gretel seemed to see her dark pupils elongated and straightened in an instant, emitting a cold green light.
"There is a faint resentment on it... there are obvious traces of life and death..."
Priest Titlan commented slowly in a trance-like tone with a little hiss at the end.
She raised her gaze, glanced at Gretel, intertwined her slender fingers, and softly changed several weird gestures:
"Hmm... huh huh huh..."
A series of breathy sounds came from between her plump lips painted gold.Gretel suddenly leaned back and took half a step back:
At that moment just now, it seemed that there was some kind of dark and icy thing, from the night, no, from the ground, or from a darker and deeper place, it rushed straight at him, wanting to choose someone to eat!
But this feeling is only a slight flash.When she regained her senses, there was still a clear breeze and bright moon in front of her. The priestess stood upright not far away, guarded by two soldiers on one left and one on the right.
She raised her eyes from the fragment of the silver crown and stared at Gretel:
"He hates you. The owners of these fragments—they hate you. You did kill them."
"So, we have a basis for negotiation."
Gretel spread his arms, palms forward, in a friendly gesture.The priestess changed the topic:
"But that doesn't mean that you are their enemy. What if you are only against these few people? What if, you are only against the forces they belong to? ——In case, you are from the 'White Ghost' The executioner, who is responsible for executing these people?"
She said a conjecture, and the complexions of Cerilla, Bernard, and Mr. Balensimo darkened.
When one's boss is suspected, it is equivalent to being insulted, and no one can watch.Balencimo took a step forward and said angrily:
"Hey--"
"My name is Gretel Nordmark." Gretel raised his left hand, palm straight up, preventing Mr. Guide from speaking.He stared at the priestess and said calmly:
"Before I set off from the kingdom, I was ranked 198th on the most wanted list of the Radiant Holy See. If you have priests and bishops of the Radiant Holy See, you can ask them if they have heard of my name. Or, do you know? Know who my teacher is."
The priestess listened to him carefully.She drooped her eyelashes, silently recited "Great Nordmark" several times, and turned to the Golden Eagle warrior beside her:
"Traka, please send a letter back and ask them to investigate. I remember how many high-ranking prisoners of the White Ghost are there in the secret prison?"
Traka was a little reluctant.The priestess couldn't help rolling her eyes, and said softly:
"Please, this is very important to us."
The young Golden Eagle warrior grumbled a few words reluctantly, but in the end he swiped his backhand back, spread his hands, a pair of palms were big, light and soft, and golden wings fell on his palms.
He lowered his voice, said a few words quickly to the wings, then turned around and lowered his head, facing the southwest direction, holding the pair of wings high between his eyebrows.With a whistling sound, the pair of golden wings flew into the clouds and disappeared in an instant.
As soon as the golden wing flew away, Telaka's aura immediately dropped by a level.Gretel stood by from the beginning to the end, did not participate in the slightest, and did not raise his right hand until they were done.
The Silent Phantom rises at hand.In front of everyone, outline a map of several continents:
"The 'white ghosts' you are talking about are the clergy who believe in the Lord of Radiance, or the kingdom under the rule of the Holy See of Radiance. They are here—"
The white area of the old continent radiated a light.Seeing the priestess nodding, Gretel pointed to the island country next to the old continent:
"We are here. And you, are here—"
The kingdom of Kent in green, the New World in reddish-brown, glow in turn.Next is the black area where the plague girl is located, and then there is a golden eagle country:
"In addition to their own land, the 'White Ghosts' also occupy a large part of the Storm Islands and the New World." The white area spread rapidly until it bordered the Eagle Kingdom:
"These people are your enemies and our enemies. We can join forces to fight against the enemy."
The priestess smiled.Her dark and slender eyelashes are slightly raised, her face is slightly sideways, and the corners of her eyes are covered with dark green malachite powder, and a little gold powder is charmingly shining:
"Okay. Then let's talk about it together."
Gretel clearly heard that Cerilla hummed heavily in his ear.
A priestess stated that the situation has finally progressed from the fighting stage to the negotiation stage.Of course, before the negotiation, the inspection is also required:
For the so-called "white ghosts are our enemies", Gretel handed in the nomination certificate, which is proof;
But the so-called "he helped our warriors fight disease", the priestess said, seeing is believing.How can you bet the future of the Kingdom of Eagles on Yuan Ke without seeing it with your own eyes?
Accompanied by several great witch priests, the priestess observed a group of seriously ill patients who had just been cured, and observed a group of healthy people who had been vaccinated against vaccinia.While watching, he nodded slightly, muttering words.
From time to time, she also used her long pointed nails to flick those people.There was nothing in between the nails, like an invisible powder, and like a dark miasma, silently pounced on those people.
"What is she doing?"
In the telepathic connection, Celera asked quietly.Gretel shook his head slightly:
"I'm testing whether these people will be harmed by the plague. ——It's okay, she pounces at a relatively low position, so she won't be able to inhale it immediately, just throw a cleansing technique..."
The fluctuation of the cleansing technique quietly brushed past.The priestess seemed unconscious, and walked forward lightly.The waist is soft and curling, like a snake sliding on the ground.Turning around suddenly, the tails of his eyes were raised slightly, and he smiled meaningfully at Gretel.
After reading it all over, the priestess didn't raise any doubts, and directly took the two Golden Eagle Warriors, the great chiefs, the great witch priest, and Gretel and his party, and sat down on the colorful seats in the temple, respectively.
Her eyes fluttered, she turned her back on the customer, and she was the first to speak with a smile:
"Guest from afar, I admit that you have the power to resist the plague. I, Titlan, the high priest of the snake god, sincerely invite you to join us to fight against the white ghost and the plague girl..."
When she spoke, the two Golden Eagle fighters looked serious and said nothing.The chiefs and the great witch priests of several tribes also held their breaths, and could not hear the slightest cough.
In the huge temple, apart from the crisp voice of the "female snake", the only thing that can be heard is the whistling wind passing through the temple, and the crackling and crisp crackling of torches on the temple wall.
"...The situation is like this." After speaking for about 5 minutes, the priestess concluded her statement:
"I hope you can join us to resist our common enemy. Of course, this has really delayed your time and made you take unnecessary risks. We will definitely give something back..."
Several great chiefs and great witch priests breathed a sigh of relief silently.
Especially the chief of the Kestrel tribe, out of his obligation to protect the guests, and out of righteous indignation, he rushed forward and had a brilliant fight with the elite warriors.Now I stopped and leaned to the side to receive treatment from the Great Witch Festival, I was a little scared:
These tribes will not completely obey the Kingdom of Eagles, but they will give convenience to ordinary trivial matters.Now that they are directly pushing back, or even directly hostile, in case the Kingdom of Eagles really comes out...
Twelve golden eagle warriors and female snakes whose number has always been a mystery, fought together, and their kestrel tribe was about to be uprooted immediately!
Thank God, fortunately, everyone has turned enemies into friends!
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Gretel without blinking.Gretel sat firmly, facing the priestess, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"We are naturally hostile to the Radiant Holy See. Of course, there is no problem in resisting the common enemy. But before that, I also want to ask: Do you have the authority to decide to form an alliance with me? How much authority do you have to determine the reward?"
"There must be authority." The priestess smiled and did not answer. Beside her, the elderly Golden Eagle warrior bowed and explained on her behalf:
"The power of the Kingdom of Eagles is determined by three groups of people: one group is Tratoani, you can understand it as the 'speaker'; the other group is the Golden Eagle Warrior, who is the military leader of the country; the other group is The 'female snakes', they are wise men and the country's internal affairs guide."
He bowed his head respectfully to the priestess:
"Priest Titlan is a female snake. Her decision, the Kingdom of Eagles, will naturally recognize it."
Gretel looked around. The chiefs and the great witch priests were all nodding slightly to show that they were sure.He didn't continue to question, and with a wave of his hand, a vaccinia vaccine was held by the floating plate and gently slid towards the priestess:
"First of all, I want to declare that we only have these few people here to travel. It is impossible to confront the Glorious Holy See or the plague girl head-on. We can only stand behind and work. However, I can let the soldiers have the ability not to be afraid of the epidemic."
"Just rely on this?"
The female snake's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly.Gretel's expression remained unchanged:
"Just rely on this. I knew how to use this powder to fight against the smallpox that is currently raging in all ethnic groups. At present, everyone in Nevis, the city of mages, and the people sent to the New World by the Kingdom of Kent use After that, you will be free from smallpox for life."
"how much do you have?"
"I still have a batch of samples in hand, enough for 50 people."
"It's not enough." The priestess shook her head very simply:
"We need at least 100 million - even if it's only for soldiers, we need 20!"
Thankfully, there are finally exact figures for their strength.Gretel secretly praised in his heart, and decided to temporarily conceal the other two thousand, which was of no use anyway:
"If you want more, you need to contact the city of mages and let them work hard to produce. By the way, I came here from the east coast of the New World, galloped at full speed, and ran for more than ten days across the ocean. It took at least one and a half months one way. 20 vaccines..."
He was still calculating whether it would take three months or half a year, but the priestess shook her head quickly:
"It's absolutely too late. When the weather gets warmer, the Plague Maiden will call. ——Is there any other way?"
"Then I have to study here. - I need enough resources to try to see if I can make it..."
The two sides bargained for a long time on the resources needed.You need manpower, you need cattle, you need various spell-casting materials, and you need spell-casting energy.At the end of the discussion, the priestess frowned, and the end of her dark green eyes shone with golden light again:
"How can I believe you can do it?"
"You can only believe it." Gretel pointed to the vaccinia test tube in front of him, and then pointed to the patient in the distance:
"Or, you can urge you over there to see if they have found any prisoners and asked if they have spoken?"
The priestess raised her eyebrows and looked at another Golden Eagle warrior.The elder Golden Eagle warrior swiped his backhand, holding up a pair of small golden wings.After a while, the pair of golden wings floated up and flapped gently, making a solemn and grand sound:
"Great Nordmark, a seventh-level magician, the youngest son of Thor. Among them, there is a nickname called [Plague Lord]."
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