"Wait! Wait a minute! ”

The interpreter panicked, and he kept shaking the old witch's shoulders and begging incessantly, and the old witch's eyes were closed as if she were unmoved, but she was not. She endured it in order to maintain her dignity, after all, she had said in person that I had angered the gods, and she would not forgive me if I did not pay the price, but now I not only did not make a confession that satisfied him, but also intensified my threats against them, if this witch relented, then the gods in her mouth still counted?

Of course it counts, at least that's what she insists on answering now. She opened her eyes, staring at me with a cloudy gaze, and her thin, shriveled lips were also closed. The entourage beside her had long been sitting on pins and needles, not turning their heads to look at this stubborn old woman, hoping that at this time she could point out a clear choice for the confused people present!

"Looks like you're not going to budge, old witch!"

I feel that the initiative is in my hands, this group of fuckers, as long as I torture this rotten foot boy little by little, it hurts not only the flesh of this rotten foot boy, but also the hearts of this group of bastards now!

"Whew!"

The right hand stabbed again violently, and there was an extra bloody hole in the neck of the rotten foot boy in my hand.

Rotten Feet cried like a half-grown child, and wanted to reach out and touch the wound.

"Whew!"

The answer I gave was very clear about the dishonesty of this rotten footboy, and that was the fourth blood hole in his neck.

Okay, now this rotten foot boy is finally honest, he can only stand in place now and let me lift my neck and cry, then let him go, can crying make me cry to death? I still wish he was crying hoarsely, and I will see if this old witch's heart is made of stone?

The cry of the rotten foot boy finally touched the hearts of everyone present, and they began to plead with the old witch collectively, and even the bloody neck and painful expression of the rotten foot boy caused the young girl to tears to ripple. The old witch sat in the middle, and her eyes were closed again, for the reason that those who disturbed her judgment.

"Shut up! You uncivilized savages! ”

I'm fed up with their noise, they're really like a bunch of sparrows, babbling, babbling, not only affecting the old witch, but also me! These idiots!

Once again, I pressed the blood-stained tip of the spear against the rotten foot's neck, roughly a little below his bloody holes, and I was afraid that I would stab him to death. But just as the tip of the gun was in the flesh, the screams of the rotten feet were much more useful than my intimidation, and the rotten boys closed their foul mouths after a while!

"Looks like you haven't thought it through, am I right?"

I questioned the old witch, and I knew she couldn't understand it, but she should be able to understand what I was trying to say.

But the strangest thing happened, the damn old woman was still unmoved, and it seemed that I had made the wrong decision to calm everyone down?

"Hey, hey, why are you pretending to be stupid for me?"

With that, I lifted the barrel of the gun again, in front of everyone, which frightened the sons of bitches, and they all nodded at me as if they were apologizing. They said that if the sky is broken, I will not give them a chance, after all, people are soft-spoken, and good words praise people fluttering, and they can't give me any substantial help.

"Hey, you!"

I looked at the translator and shouted, "Now tell this bastard of yours what her attitude is, look at my companion, he doesn't get treatment now, fuck everyone here has to die!" ”

"Calm down! Calm Romans, I advise you to calm down, and I ask for your patience! ”

The interpreter kept reassuring me, stretching out his hand to hope that I would remain calm, and in response he leaned down again to the old witch's ear and spoke.

The old fellow, I don't know if the translator's words added drugs or said something else, the wrinkles on the old immortal's face slowly unfolded in his words, and then her expression began to become solemn.

Did she finally let go of the hurdle in her heart, or did she start to waver after listening to the threat spoken by the translator? She slowly opened her eyes, got up in full view of everyone, and turned and walked into a grass hut behind her. It wasn't long before I saw her holding a wooden bowl filled with all kinds of medicines that I couldn't even name.

She held the medicine in her hand and said a few words to me. The interpreter immediately began to repeat: "The herbs in this bowl are very precious, and may be able to cure your companions. ”

"Well, that's it?"

"Yes, yes!"

Hey, this kid is bold enough, is he a fool when I am this blind guy? Did I use this medicine and put it on this rotten foot?

"So, you, you now!"

I pointed my short rifle at them and said, "Get me the medicine ready, and!" Then I pointed to the girls who were hiding behind the crowd and secretly wiping their tears, and said, "Come and heal my companions!" ”

The girls must have been frightened by me, and they looked at me with vacant eyes and hands pointing at themselves, obviously not believing such a fact.

"What are you doing! Come on! ”

As I scolded, the girls were startled at first, and then quickly trotted all the way.

I saw a few of them come to the old witch's side, and the old witch unhurriedly crushed the herb and put it in her mouth and chewed it, and after working for a long time, it can be regarded as vomiting a full wooden bowl.

"Cut, it's all saliva for the treatment! But it's okay, it's a real guy. ”

I felt a little sick in my heart, and I didn't forget to rub the medicine hand on the rotten footboy's clothes.

The girls passed in front of me with their bowls in their hands, and they didn't dare to take a bite with their heads down, and I put the tip of my spear against the jaw of the rotten foot, for fear that these girls would not be afraid of death. Three of the five of them were stopped by me, and the remaining two, who looked thin, were the most frightened before they were allowed to approach Andrew, because they were timid, so I was relieved that they were healing Andrew.

I saw the two girls holding the bowl step by step in front of Andrew, dividing the labor slightly, and then one pulled the chain mail, and the other began to apply medicine.

They were so frightened that their fingers holding the chain mail trembled incessantly, and their faces were as pale as a blank sheet of paper. How can this be used to treat Andrew?