Although Garrett was mumbling, "I'm not Cao Chong, I won't weigh the elephants," when it ca to rolling up his sleeves and getting to work, he didn't hesitate at all. The reason was simple: these wild oxen were too pitiful.
Seeing a large group of wild oxen lying on the ground, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, even the most cold-hearted butcher would put down their knife.
Especially since Garrett had the heart of a healer. Moreover, he ca not to save people, but to save these oxen...
So, Garrett's hands glowed with the magic array, inserting one after another beneath the sick oxen. These magic arrays were originally used in the transmutation laboratory to precisely asure materials, and they were barely suitable for weighing wild oxen...
"1005 kilograms."
"1203 kilograms."
"547 kilograms, this is a calf..."
While weighing them, he quickly calculated, prepared the dicine, and drew it into syringes. Although he wished he had a calculator to get the results quickly, the calculation center he had built in his ditation core could still serve as a processor...
He swiftly prepared a row of injections and placed them on the floating disc. Turning his head, he saw the white-horned ox king lowering its huge head, watching him intently with gentle eyes reflecting his figure. Garrett raised his hand and gave a virtual pat:
"These injections might cure them, but the dosage is based on human physiology. It might not be suitable, or it could have adverse effects. Of course, I can also use divine spells to heal—"
He raised his hand and cast a large-dose "Remove Disease" spell, and the nearest calf perked up, standing up and snorting. Garrett pointed at the calf:
"But my power alone is limited. I can only cast such divine spells a few dozen tis a day, which isn't enough to heal so many here."
The white-horned ox king listened silently, its breath gently blowing on Garrett. After listening, it sniffed the injections on the floating disc (Garrett: No!), and then sniffed the calf:
"What do you need?"
"I need a batch of sick oxen to experint on. So might die."
"How many might die?"
"Maybe... a few hundred?" Garrett answered sheepishly. There could be various reasons, such as insufficient dosage, overdose, or allergic reactions: "I'll try to save them with healing spells..."
"Please proceed." The white-horned ox king stepped back:
"My tribe has many... many! Using a few hundred to save many more is acceptable! Please proceed!"
Garrett breathed a sigh of relief. Great, having a decisive leader who can make decisions and doesn't cause trouble is wonderful!
Of course, even if the white-horned ox king did cause trouble, Garrett figured that Cirilla could lead them to escape. Holding the syringe, he ran towards the herd, injecting one after another with streptomycin, and called out:
"Cirilla!"
"Here!"
"Bernard! Baronessimo!"
"Coming!" Bernard and Baronessimo jumped off Apa's back, eager to help. Apa snorted, pawing the ground with its hooves, but unfortunately, no one paid attention to it...
"And these two..."
Two Golden Eagle Warriors stood silently before him. Garrett pointed to the syringes:
"I'll prepare the dicine, and you inject it. Find the big oxen, watch where Cirilla injects and how she does it, and follow suit! Let's start!"
At his command, everyone began working like an assembly line. The adult wild oxen weighed between one to 1.2 tons, so to save ti, the dicine preparation didn't need to be that precise; Garrett focused on the floating disc, his hands flying.
Drawing one syringe, handing it out, then drawing another, and handing it out again...
After a hundred injections, he observed and recorded each one. Garrett, holding an oak staff, rode Apa slowly—since the wild oxen occupied a vast area, the distance was quite far—focusing his senses.
With the ntal strength of a level 9 nature priest, he could naturally sense changes in the patients without waiting for several hours:
"No allergic reactions... no allergic reactions... this one too, no allergic reactions... excellent, so far, all 100 patients show no allergic reactions. Now, let's see the efficacy of the dicine... hmm... life signs are stable, slightly improving..."
His eyes glead as he ran to find the white-horned ox king:
"This dicine works!"
"Thank you, honorable Son of Thunder." The white-horned ox king, understanding its tribe's condition even faster than Garrett, bowed its head deeply, its muzzle almost touching the ground, expressing gratitude to Garrett:
"You've co from afar to heal us, and the wild oxen tribe will rember your kindness! If you need anything, just ask, and we will offer whatever we have!"
"There's no need for rewards for now... just find a quiet, clean place, preferably a stone cave... uh..."
Garrett silenced himself. Looking around, they stood on a vast plain, and the highest nearby hill wasn't much taller than the white-horned ox king.
Of course, perspective played a role, but the terrain didn't seem conducive to having a karst cave where he could set up a production line...
Would he have to use "Transmute Rock to Mud" and "Transmute Mud to Rock" to build a factory? Although the biopharmaceutical factory needed wasn't large, he didn't want to waste his limited magical power on building houses...
Just as he thought of this, a loud noise startled him. Then his collar tightened as Cirilla lifted him up and flew back quickly. Suspended in mid-air, Garrett saw the white-horned ox king lower its head and stomp the ground with all its might again...
As it stomped, waves of mud surged up, spontaneously rising, aligning, and forming walls. When the first drop of mud was about to fall, the white-horned ox king raised its head and let out a long roar, green light emanating from its horns, spreading outward.
Where the green light shone, the mud solidified into rock. A cave ten ters high, ten ters wide, and thirty to forty ters long, wide enough for the white-horned ox king to walk in comfortably, stood before Garrett.
Garrett took a deep breath. Such a quick, effortless, large-scale spellcasting was beyond him and the mages who built his hospital.
Only the few high-level transmutation mages who built mage towers, at levels 13 or 14, could easily command the earth to form rocks and rise into structures. Considering the beast's size and power, the white-horned ox king's level...
"At least level 15, maybe higher." Baronessimo quietly reminded through the mind link:
"Boss, be careful."
"Don't worry, I won't harm them; these oxen seem reasonable." Garrett replied ntally. Almost imdiately, Cirilla's ssage squeezed in:
"Garrett, don't fear them! Treat them boldly. If they get rough, I can take on the ox king! And if necessary, I can fly us away!"
Of course, of course. Garrett squeezed Cirilla's hand in return: a level 15 to 17 ox king, battle level equal to Cirilla's;
In terms of magic, it seed to only know innate spells like trampling, enhancing defense, and growing wild grass;
Most importantly, it couldn't heal, and it couldn't fly!
Such an ox king, if it ca to a fight, Cirilla could fly up, keep her distance, and surely defeat it!
"Cirilla, I'm not worried about that." Garrett smiled slightly through the mind link, sharing his thoughts:
"I just regret not having such strong stone shaping abilities; otherwise, I could have built you a dragon nest long ago..."
"That, that..."
The girl's delicate hand softened, then tightened again, flinging Garrett's hand away. Garrett staggered aside with a cry, then strode in to set up the streptomycin production line:
Distilled water preparation device; culture dium preparation device; streptomyces culture device; streptomycin reaction device, streptomycin extraction device...
The white-horned ox king stood ten ters away, watching intently, occasionally letting out a long "moo." With it guarding the door, none of the surrounding oxen dared to approach, easing Garrett's concerns about factory contamination.
Garrett set up the production line and busied himself all afternoon and night. Seeing the streptomyces gradually growing in the device, he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Cirilla, watch these bacteria, don't let them die! I'll go treat another batch!"
He took the culture dish and walked among the nearly dead oxen, touching them one by one. With the ntal strength of a level 9 nature priest, he finally mastered the "Targeted Dysentery Bacillus Eradication Spell" that Elder Elwin used back in the day:
Eradicate bacteria!
Eradicate bacteria!
Eradicate bacteria!
I don't care what bacteria you are, as long as you're not naturally present in the body, causing imbalance if eradicated. I'll just eradicate, eradicate, eradicate!
Most of the wild oxen lay on the ground, barely breathing, even the white-horned ox king could only weakly cry out. Otherwise, Garrett could have ridden Apa and touched them one by one. Now, he had no choice but to tire his own legs, walking around the herd, touching, casting spells; walking, touching, casting spells. When he felt his legs would break, he looked up and saw no more sick oxen in front of him—
A long "moo
" resounded, shaking the sky. Starting from the white-horned ox king, large groups of wild oxen bowed their heads respectfully to Garrett.
"You are indeed the Plague Lord... You have taken the power of the Plague Maiden and restored health to my tribe..."
The white-horned ox king's voice rumbled, deep and excited, like a bass cannon hitting Garrett's chest:
"Honorable Son of Thunder, could you please continue and heal all my kin?"
"That's definitely not possible!" Garrett jumped in fright, retreating:
"There are so many oxen! So much distance! It still has to rely on dicine. If it's just , when will I finish running around?"
"......"
"......"
The white-horned ox king was about to persuade further when a distant, thunderous cow cry suddenly arose again. Listening intently, it turned back, and Garrett could see an expression of "nervousness" on its cow face:
"The Plague Maiden is coming again!"
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