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

Chapter 1159 Sun God, can you come out and talk, let's not sacrifice blood?

The airship of Archmage Bairbo flew quickly along the ridge.

The ruler of the Radiant Holy See is still repeatedly calculating the number of people to be mobilized, as well as the marching route.Route length!
width!

water around!
How many mountains have to be climbed, how many bridges have to be built, where the mountain roads have collapsed and need to be repaired, how many indigenous people need to be mobilized, how much food is needed in total...

And Gretel, knowing nothing about these things, walked happily on the mountain road.High anti?You can gather oxygen in the bubble technique at any time, and take a few more mouthfuls beautifully;

Can't climb a mountain?Riding the phantom horse does not consume much energy. If you are really tired, you can go to sleep on the floating disc and tie the floating disc around the phantom horse's neck;

Supply problem?Just kidding, with the space bag in hand, no one can be wronged, and the caster can't be wronged!

With such a strong base of hard conditions, the journey becomes very enjoyable.Drinking tea, chatting, looking at the scenery, looking at the snow-capped mountains from a distance, and looking at the canyon up close, the majestic and magnificent places are dizzying.

The only downside is...

"Grete, it's so hot!" Cerilla pouted and muttered:
"The sun is so poisonous, I feel like my face is going to peel off!"

Gretel: "..."

His first reaction was to quickly glance around at the priests of the sun god nearby.Fortunately, none of the priests around responded, probably because of a language barrier.

Moreover, these priests of the sun god did not hang [Language Proficiency] all the time like mages.Otherwise, when they complain to their face that the sun is too poisonous, God knows if they will want to beat you.

However, Miss, at an altitude of more than 3000 meters, there will be a plateau with high reflection, and it is true that the ultraviolet rays are strong.But you are a dragon!Dragon!You look like an elf on the outside, but your essence is still a silver dragon!

Silver dragons who live in high mountains, snow-capped mountains, and in dragon nests in the clouds all the year round, do you really think that this level of sun will peel your skin?
Of course, Cerilla complained, and that had to be done anyway.Gretel touched the space bag, took out a piece of silver iodide film, and activated the sun protection magic——

"go with!"

A thin, vague black mist rose from the palm of his hand, covered his head and face, and shrouded Serila like a gauze.The silver dragon girl's eyes lit up, she gave him a thumbs up, and raised her chin again:
yourself!

yourself!

Don't get peeled from the sun, red or tanned!
"what……"

Feelings are Xiang Zhuang's sword dance, which is intended for Pei Gong.Gretel quickly smiled at her, put a sun protection magic on himself, and threw another one at Losia.When it was Judian's turn, the half-step legend waved his hand calmly:

"I don't need it. This little sunshine is nothing to me."

That's~~~ You can physically enter a high-radiation area and kill seven in and seven out. The radiation dust in your lungs can carry a person for hundreds of years~~~ Ultraviolet rays in high-altitude areas can't harm your epidermal cells at all Bar?
Gretel muttered silently, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a group of Sun God monks staring at him with strange eyes.Look at him, then look at the light black mist covering his whole body, that look, as if seeing a devil...

Uh... ok.Gretel could almost make up their minds: What about the honored guests of the Sun God?

It is agreed that the sun god personally issued an oracle, and invite the distinguished guests to the capital?

How does this spell seem to be against the sun god!

Of course, as long as he doesn't reprimand him face to face, Gretel can also pretend that he didn't see it.With a thick skin, he continued to chat and laugh happily with Cerilla, and continued to wander on the mountain road.

The phantom foal landed silently, the silver moon deer walked briskly, and the alpaca that the locals rode was short, but walked the most smoothly on the mountain road.Uphill, downhill, around mountains, past forts...

One day, two days, three days.Finally one day, the rolling hills turned into a towering city wall, made of thick, huge stones.Gretel raised his head and silently calculated in his heart:
One floor, two floors, three floors...

Although it was not as good as the Nanjing City Wall he had seen before, it was quite remarkable to build such a majestic city wall on such a steep mountain!

The monks of the Sun Temple stepped forward to negotiate with the defenders, and then led them into the deep city gate.Gretel took the opportunity to touch it, and found that the cutting of the stone was extremely fine, and the gap between the stones could not be penetrated with the thinnest knife.

Moreover, it was made entirely of masonry, without mortar or any other adhesive—

In this country where there are only bronze tools and stone tools are still used in remote areas, it is really amazing to be able to build such a huge city wall!
They passed through the city gate and walked on the streets of the city.The not-so-broad street is divided into two sides by a canal in which clear streams flow.Gretel jumped off the phantom horse curiously, and reached out to grab a handful of stream water:
"Wow! It's so cold!"

He shook his hands desperately, wiped dry on his body, and shivered into his arms.Beside him, the priest of the sun god raised his head proudly, pointing to the distant mountain peak:

"This is the water from the melting snow on the holy mountain. It gathers in it and flows into our city for the children of the sun god to eat."

Gretel really wanted to throw a [Detect Magic], or throw an identification spell to the snow water, to see what sacred substance was in the snow water...

A commotion suddenly sounded.People hastily quickened their pace, pouring out of every house like a tide, rushing forward.

Gretel and the others were surrounded by the crowd and rushed to a square.Before Gretel could figure out what was going on, a deep, majestic, and long cry sounded out.

"It's the holy snail! The king is on his way!"

The middle-aged priest beside Gretel whispered softly.He gestured and winked, telling Grete and the others to dismount immediately and stick to the side of the road.On the edge of the square, people knelt down one after another, like straw blown down by the wind.

Gretel had no interest in kneeling.As for Cerilla and others, there is no need to expect them to kneel down for mortals.The middle-aged priest looked around nervously, and quickly led them into a shop along the street, closed the door, and lowered the curtains——

With a sound of swiping, Gretel and the others quickly squeezed to the window.Losia raised his hand and released [Mage's Secret Cabin], making the room look dark from the outside.From the inside to the outside, the vision is transparent and completely unobstructed.

In the square, priests and nobles in gorgeous robes have already filled half of the square.A priest led six pure white alpacas and walked towards the highest priest.

Behind the alpaca, a group of slaves with strong bodies and numb faces were escorted forward.In front of the brazier in the center of the square, the blood trough familiar to Gretel and the others had already been set up. The priests held intricately decorated bronze knives and treated each other in silence.

Gretel: "..."

Sun God, can you come out and talk about it, let's not sacrifice blood?

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