Six Golden Eagle warriors looked at each other. They stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the White Eagle warriors rolling on the ground, with serious expressions:

“It’s really strong.”

"There is no warning at all, just a finger of the oak stick has been activated. I suspect that even this finger is not necessary."

"The White Eagle Warrior was knocked down immediately, and even we could be affected... If the Black Eagle Warrior was, wouldn't he have to kill everyone in an instant?"

"Let's just report back like this... The diseased girl has been killed, and it doesn't mean to hold someone up..."

The six people took their own syringes and, according to Gret's instructions, injected the White Eagle warriors one by one. Three hundred people! Each Golden Eagle warrior needs to inject fifty people! When will you be busy?

Fortunately, the potion entered the body, and most people were getting better. Although they were still lying on the ground, they kept humming, but the rashes on their bodies disappeared a lot. The throat was not very dry and dull, and the body temperature dropped slightly...

Several Golden Eagle warriors felt a little relieved. They formed a circle, took off their golden wings behind them, and whispered. The White Eagle warriors who were still able to move also struggled to get up and lined up behind them.

Amid the uniform prayer, the golden wings floated in the air and formed a circle. They slapped gently up and down. In the distant temple, the statue of the eagle god instantly shot out two golden lights from their eyes:

"My loyal warrior has heard news from afar..."

Gret and Serera flew away without looking back. They swept through the forest, streams, and bloody battlefields. Looking down at the hills on the edge of the battlefield, there was a scene of joyful celebration:

The tall tent formed a large circle. On the open space in front of the tent, there was a bonfire and the soldiers sang and danced. They held wooden bowls full of wine with one hand, and large skewers of barbecue with the other hand, waved their arms, kicked their legs, stepped on the ground, and sang loudly:

"Cut the wood, Hu'er!"

"Hey, shred the wood, and you're so happy!"

"Pull the stone, burn the torch, yeah, oh, oh!"

"Down with prey, carry the meat back, hoho!"

The flames flashed, rose high for a while, and then fell down by the wind, reflecting the soldiers' faces light and dark. The colorful feather crowns on their heads and the complex totem lines on their faces became more and more ferocious under the flames.

However, at this time, no one would think that these faces looked terrible. Each face was filled with a bright smile, and smiles were the most common thing in human feelings:

Two warriors who are not the same tribe, do not know each other, and even have different languages, will raise the barbecue in their hands as long as they look at each other, and will crack their mouths and laugh:

"Win!"

"Win!"

"Safe!"

"I'm no longer afraid of the diseased girl!"

Serira's eyes were sharp-eyed, and at first glance, she saw the black panther, which was several circles larger than a tiger, lying in the crowd, squinting her eyes, and her tail was gently shaking. She chewed the barbecue, her mouth was filled with oil, and several soldiers surrounded her, and she was diligently bristling her hair...

"Look! Leopard!"

She shouted happily and pointed down. Grett held her hand and flew down. Immediately, several great chiefs and great witches came together to salute him:

"Dear Son of God..."

"Dear Lord of Plague..."

"Oh, I won't talk about this today!" Gret waved his hand in a good mood:

"I fought a big battle today and won. Everyone was tired. It was just the time to celebrate! Without further ado, come and eat meat and drink!"

"Eat meat and drink!" Everyone responded with a loud bang. Then, two soldiers carried a freshly roasted calf and put it in front of them. The chief of the Buffalo tribe personally took the knife and cut off a soft and juicy tenderloin and sent it to Gret:

"Son of God, please!"

Gret: "…"

To be honest, it is a bit of a waste for you to barbecue like this... Why not roast it piece by piece? Each piece has the flavor of each piece, and it is not easy to roast it...

While complaining in his heart, he took out his knives and chose the best piece to give to Serera. Just after the division, two more soldiers came over with their heads and roasted lambs and presented him with a piece of sheep tail oil...

Grett: "..." I won't eat it! Take it away! What's so good about this pure fat! So tired of it!

The two of them ate and drank, and until Gret stroked his stomach and burped his burp, several great chiefs came to him. He stroked his chest and bowed deeply:

"Dear Son of God, I am very grateful to you for fighting side by side with us and defeating the diseased girl. We will always remember your courage and kindness. Please accept our gratitude and dedication..."

"No need"

Gret blurted out. Before he finished speaking, "Pu" and "Pu" and a large basket made of rattan were carried up by the soldiers and placed flat in front of Gret.

Under the torch, the brilliant golden color and colorful jewelry shine all over the ground.

Serera's eyes were quickly reflected in golden color. Gret glanced at her and closed his mouth very consciously.

"So much gold..." Serera exclaimed in a low voice. She squatted down and fiddled with these items one by one:

Unlike the spoils that the White Horn King gave them, which had been buried with mud and soil for a long time, the gifts given to these human tribes were not broken pieces at all. Sairella casually dialed the box closest to her and picked up a gold utensil:

It was a golden mask. The shape was very special. It was not as close to the face as the mask Gret saw in Nevis, but was two or even three circles larger than the face.

Both sides spread outwards with their sharp ears, with their membranes raised one edge, looking a bit like a bat. The top of the mask is decorated with brilliant feathers, and a circle of gold ornaments swaying underneath. Most of the front area is covered with cinnabar...

Serera picked up the mask, flipped it, and covered it on her face. The silver-blue eyes shone brightly behind the mask, and between her eyes, the silver-blue water drop-shaped pendant also swung gently in the vertical pupils in the middle, emitting thousands of rays of light.

"I like this!"

Serera announced happily that she let go of her hand, and the golden mask naturally came to her face, and reached out to grab it in the box.

This time, the one who caught a long golden staff was standing on the head of the staff, with a golden eagle spreading its wings and pecking under it. A golden snake was hovering on the body of the staff, the snake body was tightly wrapped around the long staff, the snake's head was tilted back, and the neck was swelling vigorously, looking for an opportunity to attack the golden eagle.

The golden eagle's wings, tail feathers, and strands are portrayed very carefully, while the thin scales on the snake's body can see the difference between contraction and relaxation.

Not to mention the two emeralds in the golden eagle's eyes are radiant and the pair of rubies in the snake's eyes seem to be burning. Even if you don't consider cutting or the size and texture of the gem, this golden rod is already beautiful enough.

"I like this too!"

Serera raised the golden rod high. Her slender fingers quickly moved, whirling the heavy golden rod, then raised it to Gret, and smashed it with vain:

"Bang!"

"...Thank you, I think the oak stick hurts enough..."

Gret cooperated to hold his head with both hands and murmured. Serera smiled happily and continued to Taobao in the box. The gold plates, gold bowls, gold arm bracelets, and gold pieces and gold ornaments were not interesting enough. She couldn't even look at them. She probably made the bed later.

After picking, she only had a natural gold nugget as big as a watermelon, and made into the shape of a spire snake, would wrap around her arms, and would tremble and tremble the bracelets into her eyes. She wrapped the bracelets around her arms, shook them, and shook them again:

"Oh! Look at the little snake's eyes!" She pulled Gretel beside her, rotated her arm, and pushed the bracelet straight to his eyes:

"Look, turn down, it's this color, turn up, it's another color!"

A refreshing and sweet smell came to the girl's nose. For some reason, she was hugged and flew side by side during the day, and Gret, who didn't feel something was wrong, suddenly his heart thumped.

He praised a few random words, threw down a few words, "I'll go see the wounded today", and walked away quickly. He took a few steps and found the chief of the Kestrel tribe:

"You guys are so polite..."

"Ah, these are nothing." The chief of the Kestrel tribe raised his head and smiled.

The brick red, blue-gray, and the black and white spotted crest was shaking above his head. He looked at the long bead chain and tied around his hand to look at Serera, with fine lines curved at the corners of his eyes:

"These are things we occasionally pick up, or seize from the invaders, for exchange. They are not worth mentioning compared to the lives you saved, but we dare to present them to you because the lady likes them very much."

Does this mean that this is not the whole gift?

Gret thought about it and the gold in these baskets weighed about hundreds of kilograms, which was about 100,000 gold coins, which was about 100,000 gold coins. It was about the same as the entire bed of Serrara was made of gold coins...uh...one eighteenth of that.

Even in Nevis, it would be enough to buy a level 9 mage at one go at a price. Even if you encounter danger during the operation, as long as it is not a life-long death, the mage can't say anything... Not all of this?

Of course, the value of gold is different in different places, which is understandable. Gret tried his best to keep his expression from being cracked and nodded calmly:

"Then what?"

"You have saved the lives of our tribe and kept us from the evil girl. Only by dedicating the most precious treasure to you can we deserve your favor. The core of the powerful monster, the weapons that have been refined for many years, and the rare treasure..."

He looked back at the soldiers singing and dancing by the bonfire, and his eyebrows were dancing:

"These are all stored in the tribe's big house. Now that we have won, I have sent my tribe members to get it. In addition, if you have any needs, we will do our best to do it for you!"

"That's right!"

A bison like a hill walked out of the darkness. The White-Horn King lowered his head, aimed his gentle eyes at Gret, and his voice was deep and thick:

"Dear Son of God, please speak out if you have any needs. As long as we have it, you will definitely get it!"

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Thinking, what is Grett (including his team) missing...

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