. "Hehe, impotence man, you have today too!"

Looking at the unlucky appearance of his old enemy, Owo was filled with joy. Of course, on the surface, the great arcane still had a righteous face, pointed at the sinner under his feet and shouted loudly: "Ilminster! As a defeated general, you do not want to serve the country with all your loyalty, but instead abandon your subordinates and escape at the last battle! What should you blame?"

If it was in a solemn court, the questioning would have been strong and righteous. However, the judge was not only not holding the code in his hand, but his face was burning with fire and his body was burned black. The judge looked even more miserable: there was ice slag on his head and beard, and there was basically nothing left except shorts. He was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. The blood and mud that flowed out were mixed together, which made people shocked.

Simply put, it is a barbecued old man who is questioning another frozen old man who is righteously and sternly on the beach.

Since there was no wooden hammer to knock, Owo, who claimed to be the presiding officer of the military court, had to find a stick and poke it twice on Ilminster as a substitute, but the effect was amazing - the stick happened to touch the wound, causing the poor Daxian to wail louder than the wooden hammer to hit it.

"Ouu, Ouo, you damn tentacle monster, you are so embarrassed to say to me? Didn't you escape from prison and escape from the exile? And you also abused the wounded... I want to accuse you of violating human rights...Ouuu! Why are you still beating?"

But Owo didn't have any sympathy. On the contrary, he had a very strong sense of beating a dog. The dog-beating stick technique was used quickly and accurately, and the moves were made into flesh. "Human rights? What other human rights should you talk about to the culprit! You tell the people who died because of you! This is for the pilots you killed; this is for the 20,000 army soldiers who died unjustly in the sea; this is for the naval fleet that was tortured by you..."

Although Ilminster wanted to ask back, "What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?", the truth is the big fist. Now he is too weak to climb up, so he has to lie straight in the sand and be beaten. However, when he heard the last sentence, Daxian couldn't help but refute.

"...I was not in command of the later naval battle... It was also the Araslan who wanted to hold him accountable. Oh, no. It was Xinbu's business!"

Owo looked back and saw Queen Xinbu sitting on the reef not far away with a bad expression, as if burning with flames, glanced at him from time to time. After comparing the metal whip in the queen's hand, the huge difference between it and his wooden stick, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, then turned around and looked at Daxian's bloody ** and then slapped hard again.

"Take a little bit of a man's spirit, an impotence man! Is your sense of responsibility and honor shrinking like the thing in your crotch? How can you let your girlfriend take the blame for you? I despise you on behalf of men all over the world!"

"Woooo, we've broken up long ago..."

...

Seeing that Owo was about to take revenge on his personal revenge, he practiced the newly published "The Code of Complete Prison Abuse" on Daxian all the time, and the savior finally came.

"Ilminster... Your Excellency?" Karthas jumped off his horse and looked surprised, "I haven't seen you for a few days, why did you look like this? How are the fleet? Where are the legion?"

Ilminster looked up at the person who came. His face turned red and his heart ached, "...Oh, this is a long way to say it. I can explain it to you slowly, but..." He reluctantly raised his hand and pointed at the stick behind his back. Owo, who hummed a little tune and acted innocently, "Can you please drag this prison escaper away first? A few minutes later, I will be beaten to death by him!"

Kalsas's face suddenly had a frost. She turned her head and glared at Owo's almond eyes, and immediately scared the great archanger to death. She threw down the stick and ran away. Ilmins had just breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to ask Kalsas to treat him, he turned around and found that the weak-looking female professor took out a cold dagger and looked at him with a smile on his face. There was a strange color flowing in his pupils.

"Hissergeant Ilminster, I have asked others about the specific process of this naval battle. The mistake you made is very deadly! His Highness the Goddess is very angry about this. The consequences are very serious..."

***

"Hisser Daxian, what causes your injuries?"

"Oh, those paths on the body were made of sharks and shrapnel... Huh? Look at this outfit, you should be an alchemist! Why didn't Karthas call me a priest for me?" In the temporary medical tent, Ilminster lay weakly on the stretcher, watching Feli in a pink robe busy with her busyness.

"That's right, sir." Feiri put down the equipment in his hand and explained to Ilminster patiently. "This small area happens to be a crazy magic area, and it is difficult to use magic and magic to treat it. But if you transfer to other places for treatment, your body will not be able to withstand the bumps. I have to get some medicine first to deal with it."

"It turned out to be a crazy magic area. No wonder the magic goddess gave me the silver fire... When I ran away in the water, I clearly used the flying technique, but inexplicably became the acceleration technique for the shark... When I was bitten, the stone-moving skin technique became an advanced ice storm again, which freezes me and the shark together..." Ilminster beeped softly, and he heard that Feiri wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he had to turn his back to cover it up.

Like the Forbidden Demon Area, the Frantic Magic Area is also a type of abnormal manifestation of the magic network, which is more common outside the Frantic Magic Area. In the Frantic Magic Area, no magic or magic can work normally, and its use effect will become weird and unpredictable and cannot be grasped by common sense. Simple fireball techniques may turn into meteorite magic, and summoning skeletons may attract hell three-headed dogs, of course. The powerful legendary demon

It may turn into a faint little flame.

In the crazy magic area, using any magic and magic is very dangerous. No matter how clever a magician or even a magic goddess voter like Ilminster cannot control his magic effect. It is already quite lucky that he is bitten by a shark. More unlucky people either turn themselves into a roasted suckling pig when they are igniting fire or making some monsters to swallow themselves.

But in this world where magic and magic are highly achieved, pure drug treatment seems to be not very effective...

"I said, even if the magic technique cannot be used, you can always give me some healing potions!" Seeing Feili constantly stirring the marching pot on the stove, and then fiddling with a set of things that were obviously kitchen cooking utensils. Ilminster felt it was necessary to be more careful about his life safety. Especially when he saw the kitchen knife in his hand that was bigger than a pig-killing knife, Daxian felt even more uneasy.

"No need to be so troublesome. Give me a bottle of healing potion! As long as I can relieve this injury and give me the strength to walk outside the crazy magic area, this small injury is nothing!"

"This... the healing potion also depends on magic to achieve the effect. We have tried to use it for the wounded outside, but the injury eased after it was poured down, but this man also shrank from a seven-foot-high man to a three-foot-high dwarf. He is crying and trying to commit suicide... Of course, if you are willing to sign a guarantee letter of self-consequence, I can't take out the healing potion to test it..."

"... Then I have to trouble you." Ilminster closed his eyes with his own concession. But in his heart he hoped that the other party could have a skilled medical skills so that he could heal easily.

Unfortunately, the pure drug treatment in this world is indeed not very good. Fili's medical skills are even more learned from cooking...

"Wow!"

"Aoah!"

As a large basin of salt water poured on his head, the poor Daxian jumped up in pain as if he had a spring on it, and then he lay on the wet sheets and hissed and pumped the air conditioner. It was really painful to disinfect it at a low level!

After disinfection, Feili waved a huge kitchen knife and directly cut Daxian's legs like a fish scale, scraping the mud, sand, debris and dead skin and rotten flesh on his body. Although it was quick and effective, Ilminster's eyes turned pale at this time. He had more breathing and less breathing. When Feili picked out the bandage from the boiling water pot and wrapped him into a mummy in circles, Daxian finally couldn't help but fainted.

It is precisely because of this that he did not hear the conversation that followed.

"His Excellency Kalsas, is this really good?" Seeing that Ilminster was already unconscious, Feili stood up and lifted the curtain of the tent, revealing the female professor who was guarding outside. "In fact, we can arrange for people to carry him away from here and then perform divine therapy..."

"The defeated general is not qualified to receive special courtesy! What's more, he is a defeated general so stupidly!" Karthas interrupted Feili impatiently. Obviously, he was in a very bad mood. "It would be enough to give him the same treatment as the wounded officers and soldiers. If others can bear the pain, he, the great sage, is so delicate that he can't help it. We must make this self-righteous guy sober. Experience the pain brought to others by his stupidity, otherwise God will know what else he will do!"

She pointed to the wounded soldiers who were lying in the sand and wailing on the stones. They were even more pitiful than the Daxian, and they could not even hold on to the tent. At present, these poor people were receiving treatment from the female pastors of the Aimetta Church and the Ilistra Church. Because they could not use magical techniques and had no reserves of non-magical medicines, these female pastors could only disinfect them with concentrated salt water and pick the meat with kitchen knives. The clergy who never cooked was even less good at surgical operations than the alchemists who occasionally helped their girlfriends cook. The screams were really loud, and it sounded like they were in a slaughterhouse.

However, these *girls who are proficient in torture also have very clever natural anesthesia methods. One of the quiet female priests took out a wooden hammer bigger than Feili's head from their robe, and gently hit the wounded man who was whispering on his knees... So everything was clean.

I hope these guys won't get concussions.

Feiri couldn't help but feel cold on the back of her head and quickly scratched her head and turned around. But after looking at Ilminster, who had not yet been packaged, she felt a little guilty again.

"But he is also a voter of the Magic Goddess..."

"As a defeated war, you should have the awareness of humiliation! What's more, this pain? If he not only does not feel ashamed of his faults, but even has to care about this little thing, he is not qualified to be a voter of His Highness Mistera!" Karthas said with confidence. But is she qualified to make decisions for the Magic Goddess?

Feili was speechless for a moment. He stared at the intellectual beauty in front of him silently, feeling that the other party became more mysterious. Although she could not control herself in her position, for some reason, he always had the urge to obey the other party unconsciously, like this painful treatment for Ilminster this time.

After thinking about it, it seemed that there was no need to offend the higher-ranking Daxian in order to please her. But at that time, I had no basis in my heart and decided that I would not be wrong when I listened to Karthas.

"Is this the so-called kingly aura? It doesn't feel very similar! But it's definitely not a charming magic, it's a bit like a fake tiger's power." He murmured a few words, then shook his head hard, drove these distracting thoughts out of his mind, and continued to do the job of wrapping Ilminster into a mummy. However, this old guy was first awakened from his coma by the boiling water on the bandage, and then was pressed by the bandage that was too tight to pass away, sticking out his tongue and motionless - the level of surgical operations of an alchemist seems to be just a difference of fifty steps and a hundred steps compared to the girl who can make a person's limbs.
Chapter completed!