Shave a small patch of fur.
Inject the potion.
Change the needle.
Switch to another cow, shave another small patch of fur, inject the potion again...
Bernard and Baronsimo, two Golden Eagle Warriors, split into four groups, each carrying potions to do their work. As for Cirilla, she stayed close to Garrett, not leaving his side:
When Garrett was making dicine, she watched the production line, helped with freezing and drying.
When Garrett observed the efficacy of the dicine, she stood by with a notebook, taking notes, occasionally having to restrain the wild cows (This is a thermoter! Don't bite it!).
When Garrett activated the "Targeted Dysentery Bacillus Eradication Spell," she eagerly tried to learn:
"How do you lock on... how exactly do you lock on... all these bacteria look the sa! Blunt, short rods, how do you dye them... it feels like many cells look the sa? Why can't I kill them?"
"Cirilla, don't kill randomly!" Garrett was startled and quickly stopped her.
If you can't lock on, you can't kill randomly. If you lock on based on the feature "blunt, short rods," there are many rod-shaped cells inside the body, oh, the cow's body! For example, rod-shaped granulocytes, for instance, retinal rod cells...
Random killing would cause big problems!
"Cirilla, let's review the characteristics of this cell again." Garrett took a deep breath, projected an image of a specin—thanks to the records in his ditation core—and explained to the Silver Dragon Maiden:
"No spores, no flagella, non-motile, facultatively anaerobic—aning it can live with or without oxygen, often heavily stained at both ends..."
A series of descriptions were listed out. Cirilla blinked repeatedly, her silver-blue eyes rippling with confusion, looking like she was in a daze, just like any student who hadn't studied hard and was cramming at the last minute...
Garrett inhaled deeply, exhaled, and projected the records again, explaining what flagella looked like, what spores looked like, and the difference between motile and non-motile cells. After a long ti, seeing that Cirilla seed to have rembered, he continued describing:
"This thing isn't big, about 0.6-2.5 microns in length, 0.25-0.3 microns in width, and shouldn't exceed 0.5 microns?"
"How do you know?"
"Well... it's just an estimation under the microscope, based on magnification... maybe, probably, possibly, around that size... anyway, just rember! Rember these features before attempting to kill. If you can't rember, don't kill randomly!"
Cirilla sulkily turned her head. Garrett continued his work, holding a petri dish:
Hmm, this pathogen looks like a mber of the Pasteurella family, causing septicemia in cattle. Let's call it Pasteurella Septicemia for now.
After summarizing the features, he used them to target and kill, hitting the mark every ti!
But Cirilla was having a hard ti. No matter how she activated her spells, it felt like a gentle breeze, having no effect on the sick cows. She had no choice but to throw one "Remove Disease" spell after another:
So frustrating! The power Garrett used to treat one sick cow was less than a tenth of hers!
Even though she was a Silver Dragon, far higher in level than Garrett, with magical power many tis his, she couldn't afford to waste it like this!
"Cirilla! If you can't handle it temporarily, just follow behind and help with the healing spells!" Garrett called back to her:
"The pathogens are killed, but the cows won't recover imdiately! I'll kill the pathogens, and you help them regain their strength!"
After symptoms of septicemia appear, pathogens produce a large amount of endotoxins, disrupting the balance in the cows' bodies, requiring a long ti to tabolize. In this situation, just killing the pathogens isn't enough; healing spells are needed for quick recovery!
"Alright..."
Cirilla pouted, following behind, casting healing spells one by one. After treating a large number of sick cows, Garrett went to find the White Horn King:
"As agreed, I help treat the plague, and you provide calves for making dicine. Can you provide them now? The Wild Bull Tribe and the Black Panther Tribe are also waiting for my dicine!"
Soon, two hundred calves were neatly lined up in front of Garrett. He took a deep breath and pointed forward:
"Wild Bull Tribe! Get to work! Shave all their fur! —Hey, why are you still using flint knives? Bring the knives here!"
"Mass Sharpening Spell!"
A flash of light covered the natives' stone knives with a bright glow. The speed of shaving the calves' fur beca dazzlingly fast, so much so that Garrett couldn't keep up:
"Wow, that's too fast! I couldn't even see the fur before it was shaved off! Slow down! Be careful not to cut the calves!"
No one paid him any mind. The warriors of the Wild Bull Tribe, natives who had long dealt with cattle, showed Garrett:
Treating diseases might be your expertise, but raising cattle is ours...
Garrett awkwardly squatted beside them. Once all the calves were shaved, he pulled out a vial of smallpox vaccine, reached forward:
"Plague Spell! —Alright, infection complete! Co here to get syringes, everyone, quickly extract the pustules!"
The natives sward forward.
With the Wild Bull Tribe, the Black Panther Tribe, and the White Horn King's descendants risking their lives on the front lines, it took the Plague Maiden a full week to advance to the White Horn King's location.
During these five days, the dicine Garrett made and the treatnts he and Cirilla provided had cured almost all the sick cows, though so were still weak;
The cowpox vaccine obtained from the calves was also given to all the warriors, the elderly, the weak, and the won and children of the Wild Bull Tribe, the Black Panther Tribe, and several small tribes on the front lines!
"See! With dicine and healing spells, you have nothing to fear from the Plague Maiden!"
Garrett even personally visited several large tribes with the White Horn King's escort to vaccinate the warriors. It must be said, Plague Spell plus cowpox equals rapid cowpox outbreak, granting immunity within a day.
This thod was much faster than waiting 7 to 14 days for immunity with traditional cowpox vaccination!
When fighting the Plague Maiden, ti was of the essence!
By the second and third days, even if the warriors closely cared for smallpox patients or wore and used items contaminated by them, they remained lively and fearless!
"Other diseases are also not to be feared!" Garrett continued to teach them:
"As long as the sick are isolated and treated by designated people, hands are washed frequently, all clothes, cups, bowls, and plates are boiled clean, and only boiled water and cooked food are consud, the spread of diseases can be minimized!"
The natives nodded obediently. As soon as Garrett left, the shamans and high shamans of the tribes stood in his place, shouting to their people:
"See! Our warriors, our elderly, won, and children are no longer afraid of this new plague! This 'Plague Lord,' the son of the Thunder God, his power can completely suppress the Plague Maiden's power!"
These speeches were spread repeatedly among the tribes. Warriors and won, touching the scars on their upper left arms, looking at the previously bedridden, now lively clansn, their eyes lit up with fire:
"Plague Lord."
"Plague Lord."
"Plague Lord!"
The na Plague Lord sounded much more impressive than Plague Maiden! With his protection, they no longer feared!
"Moo—"
The White Horn King stood on a gentle slope, lowering its head to overlook its herd. The previously dying cows, calves, and so young bulls were mostly standing, wagging their tails, snorting.
Though so were still weak—Cirilla's healing spells hadn't covered all the sick cows, and most needed to recover slowly—but this ti, they had survived!
They had survived!
"Moo—"
The White Horn King bellowed. In its call, rich information was conveyed to its herd:
"Everyone sees! The Plague Maiden's power is not scary! Move back, go to clean places, don't eat grass near the sick, don't drink water contaminated by the sick!"
"Warriors, the Plague Lord is making new equipnt for you! With his protection, the Plague Maiden's power will be minimized!"
"Moo—"
The plains echoed with the sound of cattle.
Garrett covered his mouth from afar. In front of him, large chunks of rubber and glass were piled into a small mountain, flying up, transforming, and assembling under his ntal power.
Cirilla squatted on the other side, her fingers spread, controlling a ball of fla around a tree trunk. She murmured while contracting the fla:
"Activated carbon... activated carbon... it needs to be very fine charcoal with many, many pores... how do I make it! Garrett's requirents are so high!"
Garrett sighed: Well, I can't help it either... it seems the Plague Maiden spreads this pathogen mainly through inhalation, maybe giving the warriors cows gas masks might help?
The intense preparations seed never-ending. And finally, after countless delays and resistance, the Plague Maiden's attack arrived.
The White Horn King had already sent away the cows and calves, leading the strong bulls, especially the powerful magical beasts, to face the enemy. The warriors of the Wild Bull Tribe, Black Panther Tribe, and so smaller tribes, along with their shamans, also stood ready with weapons.
Not far behind the
White Horn King, on a shiny, exceptionally healthy bull, Garrett saw the appearance of this deity with his own eyes:
In the distance, a black wind column moved forward, wrapped in a large mass of black gas. Wherever it passed, the ground turned black, and plants withered.
"Plague Maiden! Your power has waned!" The White Horn King raised its head high and roared. From within the wind column, a sharp, hoarse scream imdiately echoed:
"Who! Who stole my power! Who!"
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