Release that Witch

The faceless person had quietly crossed the canal and swept past the mercenary camp before the sun completely settled.

Her real name is not called a faceless person, but Afra. This is the name given to her by Heather, the bishop of the holy city of Hermes, meaning dust. She likes the name very much, because the dust is simple and unpretentious. As long as it falls on the ground, she can no longer distinguish each other, just like herself.

Only in front of Heather, Afra will restore his original appearance.

As a member of the arbitral tribunal, she assisted the bishop in dealing with many fallen people, including witches who rebelled from the church and those who were corrupted by the world. Being sent to the kingdom is to complete a key task: to transform a pious presiding judge into the King of the Grey Fort. As for the capture of the fallen witch, it is just a leisurely activity. She likes to imitate the witches who have been tortured and tortured. Then she will experience it from beginning to end and share the pain of the fallen person so that she can feel more deeply what she has done. The meaning of the matter is also the atonement for her possession of the power of the devil.

The camp of the other party was very cleverly set up, just in the field of the rising shore. It was difficult to observe their whereabouts in the low places, and the witch flying in the sky made her dare not approach too close. Afra has to lurk in a farm warehouse and wait until dark.

When the night shrouded the earth, she unexpectedly noticed a change.

The mercenaries have already withdrawn from the dock area and all of them have been withdrawn from the camp. The idiots in the dream waters are actually sparsely pulling up the torches. It is like telling the other party that someone is coming to attack the camp. Even if there is no flying witch, as long as the mercenary group is not all blind, you can see that something is wrong at a glance.

Oops, her heart is not good, if the other party judges that there are many people in the mouse, there is no chance of winning, it will definitely retreat to the east. Although it is very taboo to march at night, it is obviously not enough to escape the life. Everything goes well, and the encirclement is not even a dream. The water has just occupied the dock. It is still slowly crossing the river by the few rafters on the shore. . When they come around, I am afraid that the other party has already run away. It is impossible to chase the enemy in the night to find the enemy. Where do you go to find the **** witches?

Afra was rushing to the camp, hoping to get into the team before they retreated.

But when she arrived near the mercenary gathering place, the scene was completely unexpected.

There are still people around the camp patrolling, the campfire is very strong, the figures come and go, seemingly orderly, and there is no mess.

Did they even choose to retreat?

After a close look, Afula confirmed his judgment, and at the same time, he was happy. Although I don't know what the other party is considering, I decided to stay here instead of escaping as soon as possible, but the outcome is already doomed. She took a dagger from her waist and observed the action of the whistle-blower, touching the weakest position.

In addition to giving her the meaning of her existence, Heather taught her techniques of fighting and assassination. The opponent is not an elite mercenary who has experienced many battles. It can be seen from the sentinel arrangement. As she watched a mercenary looking away from her, she quickly slammed into the back of her body from the corner of her eye, and covered her mouth with one hand, and stabbed her dagger into his neck.

After quietly killing the mercenary, Afra took one hand and held the other hand, and placed one hand on his chest to display the deformability. This is a long and short process: when replacing the king, in order to ensure long-term effect, she almost Depleted all the magic in the body, the conversion time lasted nearly half an hour. At this time, it does not need to be so laborious. In the blink of an eye, she turns herself into a mercenary. Although the effect can only last for half a day, it is enough for the assassination.

Before the patrol had returned, she quickly slid down the other's clothes and put it on herself, while dragging the body into the wheat field. But in the face of mercenary weapons, she felt a little confused. It was a steel gun with a wooden handle, but the head had no gun tip, but a black hole.

What kind of weapon is this stuff?

She thought for a long time that she did not come up with an answer. Seeing that the patrol was about to pass by here, Afra would have to carry it behind her in the memory and pretend to be seriously whistling.

Just like the countless assassinations in the past, the patrol passed her by, and did not find anything unusual.

Afra is not in a hurry to return to the camp to find the whereabouts of the witch. After all, the replacement can only simulate the shape, but can not read the thoughts. If you encounter an acquaintance, it will be easy to reveal the horse. When these people are in a mess, there are countless mobile phones for her choice.

When the moon hangs high in the night sky, the idiots of Dream Water finally cross the canal and come close to it. And behind her, a whistle sounded, and the patrol and sentry mercenaries began to withdraw from the camp.

As the crowd walked into the camp, Afra was surprised to find that the other side was far more than a hundred people. They grew around a long circle, surrounded the entire small slope, or crouched, or stood up, and held the pole in the hand. The weapon with one end of the hole facing the enemy.

She didn't have time to look around, squatting around without paying attention, bending down into the nearest tent.

After a while, the outside shouted and shouted, and then was interrupted by a more violent explosion. Afra was shocked and the sound was so dense that there was almost no stopping.

What happened in the end? She waited for the impulse to see the probe and waited.

As time went by, the camp became busy, with footsteps and command sounds everywhere, presumably adjusting the defensive power according to the number of opponents. What makes Afra is anxious is why, for so long, they have not yet attacked the top! ?

After a while, the ping-pong sound gradually became sparse, and she couldn’t hear the killing sounds of the mice. This made Afra’s heart sink, isn’t it... the dregs of the dream water have already lost. ? Even if the number of mercenaries doubles, it is only two or three hundred people, and more than a thousand mice surrounded by all directions can not step on the top of the slope?

The opportunity seems to be moving away from her.

Afra took the opportunity to drill out the tent and went to the center of the camp to wait until the end of the battle. When the staff was counted, it was difficult for her to look over everyone's eyes. This is not a full sneak preparation. She is not familiar with the personnel and password of the mercenary group, so she must be quick and quick.

Bypassing the two tents, Afra slowly poked his head out and looked at the center of the camp. I saw four women sitting next to the campfire, probably the witches in the intelligence. Although the number is not right, the **** intelligence from the beginning is not accurate, and there is not much difference between killing two and killing four. Any suspected fallen person should be tortured. When it is too late to torture, it should be killed in full, even if it is wrong, it is also a necessary sacrifice.

She looked around and planned to retreat. After standing up from the tent, she stood up and pretended to walk to the campfire.

Just as he stepped into the open space in the middle, Afula felt a cold hard object against his head.

"Don't move," said a woman's voice. "Who are you?" (To be continued.)