"Is this okay?" Nana turned around.
Vendy walked out from behind the curtain and smiled as she rubbed her head. "You've already made your decision. Isn't it too late to ask me now?"
"Because I don't know if it's good or bad," she pouted. "I'm not as smart as Sister Anna, who's confident in everything she does."
"There aren't many people like her to begin with," Vendy said gently. "So just choose the answer you feel you won't regret."
Looking at the little girl's thoughtful expression, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
He remembered the first time he met Nana. She was still a naive and innocent girl. When she saw a bird, she would go up and say a few words. When she saw blood, she would faint. Let alone thinking about others, she couldn't even understand her own problems.
In just a little over four years, she had already learned to look at problems from other people's point of view and had her own subjective judgment. Her growth was astonishing.
In reality, it wasn't just her. Lightning, Lorgar, Lily, and even Mystery Moon had all clearly changed.
Regardless of whether their choices were correct, at least they dared to make a choice.
This was probably a characteristic of the younger generation …
Vendy smiled bitterly.
As for herself … she no longer had that kind of courage.
…
Kabala walked all the way to the theater. She didn't need road signs to guide her. The lights and bustling voices under the night sky were the best signs.
Her pace became faster and faster, gradually turning from walking to running. She didn't know why, but she felt as if her body had become much lighter. In the past, she had never been so eager to return to the First Army as soon as possible.
She mobilized her magic and gave herself a small command.
Find Jodel in the crowd.
Of course, this was to find the squad as soon as possible.
After all, he was the only survivor she could be sure of.
Her body quickly passed through the crowd like a civet, her eyes constantly capturing the surrounding scenery and matching it with the memories in her mind. Fifteen minutes later, Kabala saw a familiar figure.
Almost at the same time, the other party also noticed her.
"Jodel —"
"That's great, you're alright!" Before she could react, Jodel had already hugged her.
Kabala instantly froze.
If it had been any other time, she would have dodged to the side and even slapped him. But looking at Jodel, who was much more agitated than she was, her raised hand didn't manage to slap him.
But it only lasted for a few breaths before Jodel came to his senses. In a panic, he loosened his grip and stammered, "S-sorry … I forgot that you're … that, I was just too happy, I didn't mean anything else …"
Kabala noticed that two other familiar faces were also walking in their direction.
It seemed that the two of them were not the only survivors in the clock tower.
She grabbed Jodel, who was apologizing, and pulled him into her arms.
"If you were in the Iron Sand City, you would have been dragged out and fed to the sand scorpions for your disrespectful behavior towards the Divine Lady." She whispered into his ear, "But I'm not a goddess now, I'm a soldier from the Sand Nation. Do you understand? If you want to put on an act, then do it properly. Don't let others see any flaws. Otherwise, I won't let you off! "
"Yes, I, I understand …" Jodda didn't dare to move.
"Very good, don't forget this. By the way, if I had pulled you up first, then it would have been your honor. Naturally, you wouldn't have had to be fed to the sand scorpions. "Kabala paused." Now, go celebrate with your other teammates. "
"It's great that you were able to leave the hospital so quickly!"
"Is the injury on your arm serious?"
As they spoke, the other two had already gathered around. Everyone hugged each other and shared the joy of survival. On the temporarily built stage, the play was nearing its end. Thunderous applause filled the air. No one noticed this small interlude in the Nine Corps.
At this moment, the commander-in-chief of the First Army, Iron Axe, stepped onto the stage.
As he spoke, the crowd quickly quietened down.
"I know that in the past eight days, you've all gone through a hellish ordeal. There has never been a war that was so harsh before."
"Because it didn't start for territory, power, or wealth. The demons only have one goal, and that is to destroy us all. Other than that, they don't need any compensation."
"So the enemy doesn't care whether we surrender or not, and they don't care about their own losses. Even if their casualties are far greater than ours, they definitely won't stop attacking!"
"Even so, you all still managed to resist until now and survive this hellish ordeal. This is enough to show that although the demons are powerful when they go all out, there's still a limit — they aren't as invincible as the legends describe! The meaning of these eight days of ordeal can be said to be no less than the Battle of Taquila! "
"There, we defeated an army of demons. In the Kingdom of Wolfheart, we faced six or seven armies of demons! The enemy came out in full force, and from the West Mountain to the East Coast, their figures can be seen everywhere! But until now, we still haven't been destroyed! "
There was a commotion in the crowd.
Iron Axe paused for a moment, then raised his voice. "That's right, in order to avoid the brunt of their attack, I gave the order to temporarily withdraw from Metalstone Ridge and Gust Castle. Sand City and Sedimentation Bay might do the same, but this isn't a defeat, it's an opportunity to launch a counterattack!"
"I know what you're worried about, but don't forget what I said before — this war has nothing to do with territory or wealth, the only goal is to destroy the enemy. We've only abandoned cold stones and empty houses, but the demons have paid the price of tens of thousands of casualties!
"You're the key to winning the war. As long as the First Army's strength remains, it's only a matter of time before we take back these cities!"
"Sooner or later, the flames of war will spread to the Cage Mountain area, and this place will also become a battlefield. But before that, enjoy this night! Relax so that we can welcome a stronger challenge. After going through the trial of hell, we'll definitely return the favor in hell! "
"Long live Graycastle, long live His Majesty, long live mankind!"
As soon as Iron Axe finished his sentence, the camp erupted into an uproar.
Everyone repeated the same slogan, and the doubts and worries in their hearts also melted.
At the same time, an uplifting song sounded.
Echo walked to the front of the stage step by step, drawing the curtain to the end of the play.
In the passionate song, Kabala seemed to see the scene of the army sweeping through the demons' camp like a flood.
She knew that this was a kind of ability, but she didn't deliberately resist it.
Feeling the united voice of the people, she felt that this wasn't bad.
Kabala glanced at Jodel, who was cheering loudly, and couldn't help but have a thought.
When the war ended and the Sandstone Clan had a stable place to live, she would probably be forgiven by her clansmen, right?
At that time, she could find Miss Nana Pine to remove her scar.
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