Release that Witch

The faceless person feels a chill in the body, how can this be?

She swallowed her mouth and lowered her voice. "You are joking. I am Volt. [<(??"

It’s impossible to be so coincident. The other party just knows himself. There are so many mercenaries in the camp. Can she remember that everyone’s name is not good?

I didn't expect a sneer from behind, "Is it? I never knew that the male body could also gather magic. Or, you are a witch who has mixed into the camp, or it is an extremely rare witch. But no matter which The answer, it can't be the Volt you said. There is no such thing as a soldier in the First Army."

This person... can you see the power of the demon? Afra heart has sunk to the bottom, she knows why she is now, the witches in the camp are more than four, and the woman behind is also a witch, and has the ability to look like the real eye. In the church's magical sacred code, this ability has been recorded. It is one of hundreds of derivative abilities and does not conflict with the main abilities.

I don’t see anyone close to me, so... the main ability of the other party is to hide the figure?

"Now kneeling, my hands are back to the back, I can spare you a life," she said, "do what I said!"

The mercenaries were still fighting outside, and they did not notice the scene of the central open space, but the four witches beside the campfire had already noticed the abnormal situation here and they turned their eyes on it. "What happened to the night, what happened? ?"

This is the last chance. Afra is aware that he is good at assassination rather than frontal combat, especially in the absence of the stone of the gods, the witch who is capable of dealing with the power is not dominant. It is no harm that the flying witch can run, but the witch who can cure the evil must die here, otherwise she will pose a serious threat to the church's plan.

Of course, there is still a possibility, that is, after killing each other, they will not be able to escape. I can’t help but feel that I can’t help but feel that the church is trying to resist the devil from **** in order to unite the four kingdoms. Many excellent fighters, if she can fill in this goal, is also a thing to be proud of.

She believes that Heather will not forget himself, and will have his own name in the future holy scriptures.

"You don't come over first," shouted the witch who was called the nightingale. "Here is there."

At this moment, she suddenly became difficult, turned and raised her elbow and hit the other's arm. At the same time, she lowered her head and avoided the weapon. Anyone who was talking could not concentrate completely, so there would be a breath of gas. It is the content that the training officer repeatedly teaches her. On the contrary, if she wants to get out of the body or attack, she is best at the other side.

The organs hidden in the sleeves are also touched at the first time. A white powder is sprayed toward the back. This kind of alchemical powder can release a lot of heat when it meets water. If it enters the eyes or mouth, it can make the opponent lose its fighting power instantly. Even if she didn't get the powder, she was enough for a while.

Then Afula swooped over the four witches on the side of the bonfire, and a golden woman flew up in an instant, and the oldest looking witch was in front of the other two. She took out the sharp dagger and stabbed the person directly to the right. Anyone who couldn't escape anyway would die in her hand, so there was no need to distinguish between them.

Just as the short sword penetrated into the other's body, Afra saw an incredible sight.

A white shadow appeared on the side of her side, and the eyes under the hood flashed with anger, and there was nothing left before.

Is... the nightingale behind me?

The close-range powder spray, why didn't it affect her at all? The faceless person could hardly believe his own eyes. I saw her raising her hands to herself. The silver-colored weapon shot a flame, and the body was pushed hard by the force. It suddenly lost its balance and leaned back. Fall to the ground. No, there are... Two people have to solve it. Afra wants to stand up and pull out the short sword to stab the next witch, but now it is very difficult to raise the hand, and the consciousness is quickly blurred.

It’s a pity... she had the last thought in her heart.

......

After the nightingale, the nightingale remained in place, watching the soldiers who were hit by the chest fall, and the body began to twist and contract, slowly changing back to the appearance of a strange woman.

This is her first time killing a witch.

It wasn't until Lily anxiously shouted that the nightingale came back.

Suppressing the mood of the heart, she took the gun and ran back to Wendy.

"Where is it hurt?"

"Nothing, there is no pain at all," Wendy waved her hand, indicating that everyone should not panic. "There should be no stabs."

“Is the protective suit working?”

"I think it should be," she untied the button on her chest, and saw the slender dagger hanging on the side of the dress. As the coat opened, the dagger slipped out of the hole and fell to the ground. No. The protective suit has only a small hole in the outer fabric, and the soft inner layer is still intact.

"You... you are scared to death," Lily said with a long sigh of relief, her feet sitting softly on the floor. "Don't rush to help me stop the sword! I don't need you to do this for me." Me, me, me..."

"Okay," Wendy touched her head. "Is it okay?"

Lily shrugged her head and buried it in the chest of the former, a sigh of relief.

"I was also scared, just looking at the front and forgetting to use my abilities," Wendy shook her head. "If a strong wind blows, she should not be able to stab me."

"Because you rarely fight with people, the reaction is not normal," the nightingale comforted.

"Fortunately, there are protective clothes," echoed the look of fear, "otherwise it will be dangerous."

Before leaving, Roland gave each witch a special vest and asked them not to take off the dress at any time. It is very light, it looks a bit thick, it seems to be divided into many layers of the temple, said that each layer of silk is painted with Soloya's sky coating, very flexible, difficult to be pierced by sharp things, right Swords and bows have excellent defenses. Without it to help stop this thorn, Wendy may not be able to support Nana's treatment.

The lightning slowly landed beside the witch who was killed. "Why did she attack us? Are we not...like?"

The nightingale stared at the woman who had no life. It couldn't be heard for a long time... The other person's eyes closed, the blue length was scattered on the ground, and the expression was quiet. It didn't seem to feel too much pain. However, she can never forget that when the other side flew to Wendy, there was no hesitation in the eyes, only the decision and the sake of it. It’s as if she is not killing, but she is practicing her lifelong philosophy. Perhaps in her heart, this is the right thing to do.

"No," the nightingale sighed softly. "She is not our kind...just a sad person." (To be continued.) 8