Mix the world with the system

The half-orcs were really excited, and they were also terrified when the wound started to rot.

Because this means that if there is no time for treatment, they may be abandoned.

Although I was prepared for the final result, but thinking that I would never see my family and clansmen again, the sadness in my heart couldn't help flowing upstream.

When lying in the hut waiting to die, how could they think that they would get better one day?

In the past few days, bragging and farting with the clansmen in the same hut, and even talking with family members outside through the hut, it was so wonderful that they felt like they were dreaming.

Until the coming of the witch today...

Looking at the familiar old face of their witch, they couldn't control their emotions anymore, and started crying.

knock!It's not a dream, they are really cured.

Excited heart, trembling hands, just want to hold the little female for a walk.

The Black Wolf Witch looked at them with distaste: "All of you are recovering from your injuries. Try to get well soon and go hunting. You will cry when you are old."

The half-orc warriors stopped their tears when they heard the words, sniffed their noses together, and looked at the black wolf witch solemnly.

I look very mature and stable.

It's just...the one over there with the snot flowing to the corner of the mouth and licking it...

Should I ask you to come out and give a testimonial about licking your own nose.

This scene happened to be seen by the black wolf witch, and the old pure man instantly felt that he was not well.

He quickly turned around and was about to leave: "Okay, I'm relieved to see that you are all right, there are still many orc warriors waiting for treatment, so I will leave first."

Slip away while these cubs are pretending to be aggressive, or you will be entangled again in a while.

It's a pity that just as the wretched old pure man stretched out his thin claws, the straw curtain at the door of the thatched shed was lifted from the outside.

Then there was a slightly indifferent female voice: "I heard that the little female from the Snow Tiger tribe actually healed the half-orc warriors whose wounds had rotted?"

There was a bit of suspicion, a bit of sarcasm, and a bit of arrogance in that tone, which made people feel a little displeased.

The female didn't wait for the beasts in the shed to respond, and walked in.

It's just...just as he took a step forward, he felt a strange sensation in his chest.

Her face froze suddenly, and she was a little angry: "What, dare to... a witch?"

When Ben was angry, his voice changed instantly when he saw the black wolf witch whose claws were still poking his chest.

The orc warriors behind the female who were about to step forward to get mad instantly fell silent.

Depend on!It turned out to be a witch!

The black wolf witch looked at the female in front of him, and in the dark eyes under the somewhat messy eyebrows, the soft light that had just looked at the half-orc warrior was gone.

On the contrary, with a sizing up, the arrogance and contempt that the female could not catch up with: "Your chest hit my hand, just tell me what to do!"

The orcs and orc warriors around were shocked by the words of the black wolf witch.

I have seen thick-skinned ones, but I have never seen such thick-skinned ones.

The males in the straw shed took a look at the female's towering breasts, then looked at the calm black wolf witch, and wanted to ask: Did the female's chest hurt your hand?

Behind the female, an orc warrior from the Wild Lion tribe stepped forward: "Witch, it's the little female of our tribe who is too anxious.

She just became a witch disciple this year, and she is very curious about good treatment methods, and just wants to come in quickly to see the cured half-orc warriors. "