Release that Witch

When Kabbah woke up, his arm was covered with thick gauze. The pain is still faint, but it can be said to be insignificant compared to when it was first sprayed with red fog.

This made her not afraid of some accidents.

The wound on the arm is not fatal. In theory, it will not be treated in the first place. It is not surprising to put it in the end or simply wait for it to heal itself. After all, the characteristics and importance of the little angels are the content that any newcomer will be repeatedly told. She does not think that the sand people will be treated specially. If it is a tendency to be bad, there is still a possibility.

But if it is not the ability, how can the wound recover so quickly?

It’s hard to be...

There was a sudden uneasiness in her heart.

Maybe you have to leave here soon and go back to the military camp.

“Is it right?” A nurse noticed her move and walked over to see the name tag hanging on the bed. “How do you feel now?”

"It doesn't matter, I can return to the team at any time." She rolled out of bed and pretended to be unwilling. "My friends have died in the hands of the devil, I want them to pay the price immediately!"

"Please mourn." The nurse nodded. "But before that, you have to go to the camp to have a big account. Miss Nana Vain wants to see you."

Kabbah was slightly surprised. "She... want to see me? But my injury is almost already."

"I don't know why, but this is what she specifically confessed." The other party smiled. "Other soldiers want to see and see you. Come with me."

Kabbah looked at the nurse's undefended back and hesitated after a while.

Through the layers, in a tent she saw the legendary angel.

From the appearance of the appearance, the other party does match the image of the mouth of the first army. It is petite and cute, and the skin is white and red. A pair of scorpions seem to have not completely escaped childishness. It is the great lady who came out of the noble family. It’s a good idea to describe it without the wind and rain. Kabbah couldn't help but have a little luck, maybe things didn't get worse until she expected.

"That... what are you looking for?"

Unfortunately, the first sentence of the other party broke all her fantasies.

"I am very curious, you are obviously a witch, why do you want to hide your identity and join the First Army like ordinary people?"

"I... I don't quite understand..." Kabbah replied with a hard scalp, and Supreme really reported this to the above...

"Your injury." Nanawa pointed her arm. "Although there are many breaks, most of them are caused by sharp sharps. The devil's claws can't do this. I think it should be a dagger or a bayonet weapon. In addition, when I cleaned the wound, I found traces of red fog corrosion that would invade the muscles in the lower layers of the skin, even to the bones, only the witch would be hurt. Even if you deliberately destroy the wound, this can not be faked."

Kabbah closed his mouth.

The other party was not the news heard from Tatsu, and the rules were clear, but there was no room for sophistry. I thought that the other person was innocent and simple, and maybe I could use words or confuse to get rid of it. Now it is just a ridiculous plan.

After a while, she whispered, "Have you seen a witch who was eroded by red fog?"

Nanawa grinned. "I am myself."

Kaba lived.

"All said that the red fog will cause extremely serious damage to the witch, but no one knows the specific treatment method. I have to personally test it." The little girl said calmly, "If any sister is injured by the red fog." I have nothing to do but I have to regret it for a lifetime." She paused. "Fortunately, as long as it is not inhaling a lot of red fog, or being sprayed on the head, it can be rescued in a short time. So you remember, the next time you encounter this situation, the safest way is to cut your arm immediately."

Kabbah is so stunned that she can't forget how strong the pain is when she is eroded by the red fog. After the experience, she will never want to try the second time. Listening to the other party's tone is like repeating. It happened several times. When it comes to this point, Nana's expression has not changed much, and she can't be associated with her slightly tender appearance.

Greenhouse flowers from the aristocratic family?

Do not make jokes!

She sighed a long sigh. Now, in retrospect, although she was a goddess, she never seemed to have the upper hand in the negotiations, whether it was the Queen of the Waters or a girl from the North.

"...My name is Kabbah, from the sandstone clan, and the law is just a pseudonym." Kabbah has given up all the struggles and left his past. At this point, the First Army is no longer likely to let her stay, and because she once played for the great enemy of the Grand Chief, the three kings of the Grey Fortress, Garcia, it was not unexpected to be sent back to the Winter City without trial.

Roland Wimbledon insists on being kind to the witch, but does not mean that he will be kind to the enemy.

"I am very curious. In the battle of the wolf heart, how did you fool the church pure?" asked Nana Va.

"In addition to being able to command others, the command can also be used to command yourself. If it is just a person, it can even do something beyond its limits. Death is one of them." Kabbah replied slowly, "received instructions." After that, the breathing and heartbeat will temporarily stop, and the Pure and the Judges are still chasing the Wolf King, and did not waste too much time on me."

"It turns out that the scar on your face was left at that time?" Miss Pine said indulge. "I don't quite understand. You said that you joined the First Army for the remnant of the tribe. Why then? To hide the name, even the news of living did not tell the clan?"

“What can I say? Take everyone to fight for a permanent oasis, but in the end, I am only living alone?” Kabbah showed an unspeakable bitterness. “They trust me and hope, and I Turn them into irrational monsters. Thousands of young Zhuang people died in foreign countries, and the sandstone clan was almost swallowed. What other faces did I return to the tribe?"

"The first army recruited people in the sand people to make me realize that the only compensation I can make is to join the army, and then use the merits obtained in exchange for the green space for the people to live. The review of the sand people is not as strict as you are. I made up an identity and gained Brian's trust in encircling the rage and the bone-cutting clan." She bowed her head. "As for how you should dispose of me, but... please don't anger to the head of the sandstone clan. The rest are children and women and children, who have not played for Garcia Wimbledon."

"I understand," Nana Wa nodded. "Go back."

"What...?" Kabbah didn't respond.

"I am looking for you to actually ask you if the scar on your face should be removed." The little girl spread her hands. "But now, your answer is yes. If so, then I have nothing to say."

She opened her mouth and didn't know what to pick up.

Yes, she never had the upper hand in the negotiations. She used to be speechless when she was dealing with the Queen of the Waters, as it is now...

But the feelings of the two are so different.

"Right, the Star Flower Troupe has a performance tonight, in the camp of Xiqiao," Nanawa said with a smile. "If you return to the team now, maybe you can still see the end."

Kabbah bites her lip and greets her with the gift of the sand people. She turns and leaves the big account.