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Chapter 553 Can the orcs who are about to be transformed by the blood race be saved?

What happened?
Fighting?

Is someone injured, or, is someone dead?
Gretel huddled together and moved forward quickly.After running a few steps, Cerilla caught up from behind and gave him an elbow.Gretel immediately felt like he was riding a cloud, and his whole body was floating——

He was led by Cerilla and flew forward all the way without touching the ground.Through the corridor, across the atrium, around the corner of the house.In the distance, several lighting techniques rose up, illuminating the happy men and women by the flower bushes and the pool, and scattered like birds and beasts in pairs.

...It seems that there are quite a lot of people looking for fun outside the banquet hall... So this is also a fun-seeking overturn...

Grete guessed and hurried to catch up.Under the light of the lighting technique, a group of big bosses walked forward quickly.The back of the tuxedo of the Marquis of Targu is flying, which is particularly eye-catching...

"What a broken ally! Turn our noble priest into a blood servant. We can't afford this kind of ally!"

In the distance, the scolding voice of the orc prince came over with great enthusiasm:

"Priests are the servants of the God of War! They are sacred and inviolable! Turning them into blood servants is an insult to the entire orc clan!"

"It's not a blood servant... it's a descendant..."

"Snapped!"

A bang.I don't know if it was a slap or a fist, or something else. In short, a blood race flew out, drew an arc, and landed right at Gretel's feet.

Gretel looked down, good guy, this jaw is twisted to the back!The cervical spine is so crooked, is it dead?

Then he saw the vampire put his hands on the ground, groaning, and pulling himself up.His eyes were blurred, and he smiled when he saw him, as if there was no pain...

Well, the blood races have different physiques, and if they are beaten into such a virtue, they may really not need to be rescued.Gretel didn't stop walking, and continued to run forward, when he heard the chaos ahead:
"Go away! It's all like this, let me give her a good time!"

This is the roar of some orc prince;
"Let's find a way to save her first..."

This is the low and gentle persuasion of Archmage LeBron;
"No! Your Highness! Let me save her! Save her!"

This is the desperate cry of an orc warrior;
"I can take back the true blood, but if I take it back now, she will definitely die..."

This is the low-key explanation of Marquis Targu...

"Go away! Orc priest, I would rather die than become a vampire!"

There was a lot of chatter, and there was a lot of quarrel.If the decibel number in the banquet hall is 60, then the decibel number here is estimated to exceed 90.

Gretel dragged Cerilla—or was dragged by Cerilla, sneaked into the crowd and saw a red-haired girl lying on the ground, with a lot of air and less air, her eyes half-opened and half closed, and she was about to die. no more.

Another orc threw himself on top of her, putting his body between her and the enraged orc prince, pleading.The big gray tail sweeps around. Looking at the ears and tail, it seems that it is either a wolf or a dog?
Gretel subconsciously assessed the situation of the girl.Pale face, weak breathing...

There are two tooth marks on the carotid artery, the color is bright red, and it looks like it has just healed...

It was obvious that he was in hemorrhagic shock, so the blood clan who was blown out just now caused trouble?

Reflexively, Gretel wanted to jump down to check for her, but managed to hold back.After going around half a circle, I drilled in and asked Archmage LeBron:

"Can you save her?"

"It's too difficult..." Archmage LeBron shook his head with a tired face.We've already talked about it, why did it come out all of a sudden?
The orcs are fierce, and the vampires are proud.Really let them tear it apart, the alliance just negotiated will collapse immediately...

"She has lost too much blood. She can only save her life if she succeeds in the first embrace. If the true blood is taken away, she will die immediately! ——and the healing technique cannot be used. If the real blood conflicts with the healing technique, she will die immediately!"

"Let me try it?"

Gretel was not reconciled.Hemorrhagic shock, this person is not dead yet, so we can try to rescue him.Besides, if the rescue is unsuccessful, isn't it just death?
Archmage LeBron fell silent.

Let that girl die and the agreement collapse, which is not good for the council;
Let Gretel try, and in case it fails - very likely - it's not good for Parliament either.The orc who lost the priest may not necessarily think that Gretel is kind, and the possibility of venting his anger is very high;
If Gretel is not allowed to try, he has already proposed it, and if he blocks it himself, what will the orcs think?Will it feel like Parliament is standing idly by?
While pondering and hesitating, Gretel had already taken a step to face the orc prince.He stared into the prince's eyes, opened his arms, and stood between him and the blood girl:
"Can you let me try to save it? It's just that if you lose too much blood, I just saved one a few days ago!"

"That's right, he just saved one!"

Viscount Sebesh came out of nowhere to testify.The orc prince blushed with anger, looked at Gretel, and forcibly held back the tone:
He knew the healer.It was this one who cut open the chest of his squire and brother, Simon the werewolf, and saved him from death.Now, he opened his mouth to save someone...

"Please." The orc prince said in a low voice, reaching out his hand to the ground. "Please use your means as much as you want, don't worry... If you don't succeed, the orcs will also appreciate your help."

Gretel nodded and rushed down to check.The red-haired girl was wrapped in a sheet, and it seemed that she was only wrapped in this sheet.A big fiery red tail protruded from under the bed sheet, it was thick and lustrous, glossy and smooth...

Fox people?
Gretel made a quick turn in his mind.By the way, what blood type is the fox...

"Hurry up and call everyone in! All your subordinates!" He turned his head and ordered the orc prince.The tone was decisive, without hesitation.After finishing speaking, he flipped through the space bag and began to dig out things:

"Cerilla, take her into the room! Your Excellency the Archmage, please clear the venue, and don't let anyone else come in! Your Excellency the Marquis, when I say yes, I ask you to take out the real blood!"

The silver dragon girl responded, and with a casual tug, threw the orc lying on the red-haired girl far away.She picked up the fox girl with both hands, looked left and right, and ran to the nearest room.

Gretel followed behind, taking out Ringer's solution, needles, and seeds quickly.Hey, the ion content and osmotic pressure of orc blood have not been measured before.Now, you can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor—no, a dead fox as a living fox doctor!

With a lift of his hand, a levitation technique wrapped around the salt water bottle and floated high.The vine burrowed into the bottle and attached to the needle.With a casual touch, the needle pierced into the shriveled blood vessel, and Ringer's solution was injected immediately.

"His Royal Highness! Is your person here? - Come on, let me take a blood type test!"

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