Dvesas
Back to Camp

Siddarth rubbed the injured part of his body with leaves that had been pounded on the rocks and tied with his torn sleeves. The ancient recipe he learned from the battlefield was useful in reducing the bleeding on his wounds.

Siddarth drove his horse back to camp. From a distance he saw his soldiers standing guard. Siddarth pulled over his horse, and hid behind a bush. He was observing around his tent. After Siddarth felt that there was nothing to suspect he appeared to him and walked towards the camp.

“Master, you okay?” one of the soldiers standing guard was screaming hysterically.

Bansheer and the other prajuri ran over.

Secretly there are soldiers who use the kedaan to the place of medicine.

Siddarth raised his right hand, signalling that his soldiers would not have to worry about his injuries.

Bansheer took Siddarth into a special camp that had been prepared for him.

“Call the healer to treat the wound Muda” Lord Bansheer command.

“As I suspected, Gopal passed through the forest of death with his two best soldiers.

Tighten the security, so that the intruder does not enter” Siddarth told Bansheer.

The physician came with a container of warm water and a piece of cloth. The doctor asked

Siddarth took off his clothes. Looks like incision marks and other scars

meet Siddarth's back. The injuries he's had since he started studying

fight and participate in the war.

The healer cleans the dirt on the wound, including the rest of the blood that has dried around the wound.

The healer concocted the medicine in front of Siddarth and placed the concoction on his wound and wrapped in a clean cloth.

Siddarth was silent, sitting cross-legged. He endured the pain while recovering

kekutannya by focusing on the science of recovery that has been taught

by teacher.

“Young Master, the treatment is done. Hope you rest. To help

the healing process, I will prepare a potion to drink. My students will

delivering medicine for you” said the Physician before retreating from the front

Siddharth.

Siddarth handed over his next assignment to Bansheer while he rested on the advice of the physician. The guard around his resting place was increasingly tightened.

No kama then a man came in a hurry carrying a tightly closed container on a tray.

“What do you want?” said the chief soldier who stood guard at Siddarth's camp.

“Although Sir, I just want to flatten the herbs from the healer for young master Siddarth” said the man.

The soldier let the man into the camp.

Siddarth who was sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes and took out the container containing the potion.

A second later Siddarth threw the potion at the servant.

As fast as lightning he took the dagger under his pillow and aimed at the man's neck, then paralyzed it with a single hard kick on his stomach.

“Set him!” siddarth's orders to the soldiers outside his tent.

They entered and dragged the man into an open field.

“Call the healer who treated me!”

The court physician who joined the soldiers in the drag and was forced to rest in front

Siddharth.

“Even Sir, I am making the potion" said the Physician terrified.

“Do you know this man?” ask Siddarth

“No Sir. I just first saw it”, said the Physician after researching the face of the young man beside him.

“Keep him!” siddarth told the soldiers to remove the Physician from his presence.

“I admit your courage to enter my territory and put poison in my potion. If

you're a little smarter, you don't carry the poison in the heat.

The steam I inhale smells exactly the same as the root of the Zahar plant that the body is in

medicine valley. The region is now controlled by Indrajaya” said Siddarth stepped on

the chest of the man lying before him.

The man grimaced in pain.

“Your arrogance will lead you to destruction. Currently Indajaya soldiers are close to the war memorial field. Prepare for the destruction of Astapura!

Hahahahahah.

“Dukkk” the man's head was thrown a few meters from his body. Siddarth stopped

the sound of his laughter, in a single slash of the sword. The tip of his sword left a mark

scratches on the ground. The blood left on his sword blade was rubbed on

his clothes were clean.

“Leave this place!” siddarth's Order.

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