Witch Monastery

"No..." He murmured, in a state similar to An Nuo's current state, as if he had lost his soul, "You are lying... How is it possible..."

He then turned his head to look at Nidalee, his voice almost pleading: "Ndalee, you are just... comrades, right? Those lies you just told were just to reject me. You can't possibly like such a pale, skinny, monkey-like man..."

Nidalee's mind was blank, immersed in great tension and happiness, until she heard Toren's voice, she came back to her senses.

She pursed her lips but couldn't utter a word: "I..."

Hawthorne hugged her shoulders tightly. "It's true, Toren. Nidalee deserves a better life. She should follow me and live in a luxurious castle in the center of Libel Harbor, bathing in milk and rose petals, and having red wine and steak for breakfast, instead of following you and living such a primitive and poor life in these mountains."

After he finished speaking, An Nuo came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and thought to himself, aren't you a poor priest in Nangang District? Where did you get the big castle in the central area and the upper-class life like the "King's Golden Shoulder Pole"?

Andreni's eyes rolled slightly, thinking that her master was lying so easily. She glanced at the faces of the people around her, and when she saw Anno's expression, she suddenly had an idea, and then controlled the mosquito that was hovering beside Nidalee's ear and reminded her loudly: "Hurry up and say what your master said, just say that you like his money!"

Nidalee finally came back to her senses, and then hugged Hawthorne's arm, saying, "Toren, give up. I admit that your High Ridge tribe is very powerful, but it is still far behind the power of Grand Duke Hawthorne's family."

"I am indeed pregnant with the blood of the Hawthorne family, so you'd better give up on this idea."

The air was quiet again, but this time, the atmosphere was quite subtle.

Bruno scratched his head and was about to say, "There is no Grand Duke Hawthorne in Libel Harbor," but then the female Bronze Dragonborn next to him gave him a murderous look, and the loud-mouthed dwarf immediately shut up and dared not say another word.

As a noble, Annuo knew best that there was no noble family named Hawthorne in Port Libel, let alone that kind of upper-class life.

All of this was a lie, a lie made up by Hawthorne to protect the mountain nun named Nidalee.

So, pregnancy and all that are fake?

As soon as she thought of this, her heart fell back into her stomach, and the whole world gradually regained its color. Then, she couldn't help but complain.

Why do you have to use this kind of reason? Religious reasons are obviously enough...

Her emotions were stable, however, there was one person at the scene whose emotions could not be stable.

That's Torun.

Although the reason Nidalee made up was full of loopholes, anyone who had some knowledge of the noble genealogy of Liberport would not be fooled. However, just like Nidalee, Toren was not clear about the specific situation in Liberport.

He had no idea that there was no noble family named "Hawthorne" in the world. He now believed that Nidalee was

I was cheated by this group of civilized people.

So, at this moment, his heart fell to the bottom of a cold valley, almost stopping beating. He stared at the girl in front of him, and his mind flashed back to the past scenes of their time together, her smiles and frowns, her agile figure when she ran and jumped in the woods, her heroic figure when she skillfully switched between human and beast forms, everything was so beautiful...

He had imagined countless times the scene of their wedding day, with the leaders of all the tribes offering their blessings for their union. He would hold her arm and step onto the top of the power of the mountains, possessing the greatest power, the strongest force, and the most beautiful wife, becoming the envied winner of this generation...

But now, all of this was ruined because this white-haired boy who appeared out of nowhere snatched away his long-prepared fiancée. So now, he has become a joke in everyone's eyes!

Then, what burned in his heart was tremendous anger!

"asshole!"

He clenched the axe in his hand, his muscles began to bulge, veins popped out on his forehead, and even the hair on his body stood up: "Unforgivable, you hateful white-haired monkey, ah——————!"

Holding his giant steel axe in both hands, he actually went straight into a state of frenzy, then took a step forward, facing Hawthorne, and chopped him down on the head!

Chapter 229 The True Face of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance

"careful!"

Hawthorne's nerves were extremely tense. After confessing their relationship, he had been alert to Toren's actions. So the moment Toren held the axe, he immediately hugged Nidalee and rolled to the side.

boom--

Torun's axe fell to the ground, smashing the rocks on the ground and causing countless stones to fall. He then raised his head again, his black hair spread out, his eyes were blood red, like a mad demon, roaring furiously: "Die - you die -!"

"Warriors, follow me! Kill! Kill this Sayin man, let them pay with blood, let them pay for the sins they have committed!"

The rage almost burned away his rationality. He now felt that every muscle in his body was roaring and every drop of blood was boiling. He was completely unable to think about other things. There was only one thought left in his mind, which was to kill Hawthorne!

Over there, Hawthorne held Nidalee and rolled all the way to the wall before finally stopping. Facing this berserker, he did not dare to neglect him at all. He rolled over and climbed up, holding up his shield, and then sneered: "Are you finally stopping pretending, Toren? Have you finally torn off your disguised friendliness and exposed your true hostility?"

The more he taunted, the more he irritated Toren!

"Go to hell, you lousy Libel Port, you shitty Hawthorne family!" The barbarian roared, taking a step forward, chasing Hawthorne and slashing at him head-on. "The Mountain Cleaners Alliance was established to destroy the shitty city built by you white rats. We will peel off your scalps one by one and hang them on the roof of our village!"

"You are my first trophy. Go to hell, Nigel Hawthorne. Your scalp is my first trophy!"

As he said this, he strode forward again.

Behind, Annuo raised his shield and was about to provide support, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped and looked extremely shocked.

Mountain Cleaners Alliance!

This is what I want to investigate!

I didn't expect that after searching for a long time, I would find it without any effort. There was no need for further investigation, he told me his purpose himself!

As expected, the newly formed alliance of these mountain people is a huge security threat to Port Liber and must be eliminated as soon as possible!

Not only her, Bruno beside her also wanted to step forward to stop the fight and say something like "everyone's enemies are the undead", but now he heard Toren's roar and was so shocked that he stood still: "What?!"

He couldn't believe it. Could it be that this minotaur had been lying to him all along? Was the Mountain Cleaners Alliance not an alliance formed to protect the mountains, but a complete terrorist organization?

He didn't know what was going on, and for a moment he froze in place, unable to move. In the end, it was the female bronze dragonborn who grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back: "Come back! Do you still want to get involved in what's going on here?!"

As she said this, she grabbed Bruno with one hand and pulled Bonnie off the giant spider with the other. She dragged the two people and retreated together, trying her best to avoid the scene of the conflict and protect herself.

They had all just been released from captivity, had not eaten or drunk anything for a day and a night, were extremely weak, and had only one tenth of their abilities left - in other words, they had no power to stop the fight, so it was better for them to protect themselves and wait for the battle to be over.

At this moment, at the back of the battlefield, many minotaurs looked around, feeling at a loss. Just now, Toren was still teaching them not to be swayed by personal emotions, but to have a big picture view and leave a good impression on the dwarves...

However, less than ten minutes later, the situation changed dramatically...

They were at a loss, and in the back, the priest named Samit sighed and said, "What are you waiting for? Are you going to disobey the order?"

"Let's do it. What happened today is irreversible!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the minotaurs, with mixed emotions, clenched their hammers or clubs and rushed towards Hawthorne in front of them.

And here

, Andrei quickly commanded the giant spiders to move forward to intercept the actions of these minotaurs, and called out to Celine in a panic: "Big sister, come quickly, these minotaurs are crazy and are besieging us!"

She screamed and ordered the giant spiders to fight with the minotaurs. However, this line of defense was extremely tenuous and it was about to collapse as soon as it collided!

Here, Anno drew his sword and raised his shield, intending to support Hawthorne first, but unexpectedly the latter growled, "Anno, Nidalee, go over there to support Andreni, and make sure you don't let those tauren rush over!"

"As for Toren, I'll handle him myself!"

With a burning gaze, he summoned his flaming sword, raised his shield, and prepared to face Toren alone.

Fighting a barbarian in a duel may seem foolish, but considering that the opponent is a barbarian from the ancestral path, this option may be the most advantageous.

Because the barbarians of this path can summon the spirits of their ancestors when they are furious, and then protect their comrades who share the same blood as themselves!

In other words, if the two sides are mixed together and fight a team battle, they will not have much advantage, but Toren can add a layer of protection to all the Tauren, directly raising their combat effectiveness to a higher level!

Therefore, fighting him one-on-one became the best option!

"Then...be careful!"

An Nuo gritted her teeth and didn't try to show off. She knew her situation very well. She couldn't even use a Holy Slash, so she could only hold on and fight against ordinary Tauren warriors with sword and shield. She wanted to participate in high-end games, but she was unable to do so.

Nidalee also wanted to stay here to protect him, but there were spellcasters behind those tauren, and she had to deal with them.

So, as a last resort, she leaped to the side, turned into a leopard, and pounced on the group of minotaurs.

So on this battlefield, only Hawthorne and Toren were left opposing each other.

"Your head will become my trophy!"

Toren roared, and swung the axe again with his arm, which was thicker than Hawthorne's thigh. Without any skill, he chopped it down at him head-on in an extremely reckless manner!

Chapter 230 Battlefield Upgrade

This is how barbarians have always fought. They never care about strategies or techniques. All they care about is attack, attack, and attack again!

They are extremely reckless, with their bodies full of flaws, but in their violent state, their boiling blood and swollen muscles allow them to withstand most physical damage, and they cannot be killed at all!

They are like sturdy tanks that, with the roar of their engines, crush all invading enemies with their irresistible and brute force!

Facing Toren's frontal attack, Hawthorne had no way to dodge. He chanted a spell, cursed Toren with the sword, and protected his front body with the shield, ready to clash with him: "Shield!"

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The light of magic emerged, Hawthorne turned his body, swung his right arm, and slashed at Toren with a sword -

The attack range of a one-handed sword is longer than that of heavy weapons such as giant axes that need to be held with both hands. In addition, the one-handed sword summoned by Hawthorne is also of the longer type, so this slight distance advantage allowed his sword blade to hit Toren's body first!

laugh--

His sword slashed the Berserker's steel-like body, leaving almost no scars. Instead, the flames on the blade ignited his fur, and at the same time, the effect of the curse emerged, instantly damaging the minotaur's internal organs!

The berserker groaned, but this level of damage could not extinguish the rage of a barbarian. His axe fell down immediately, as if to split Hawthorne in half -

Hawthorne raised his shield to block, but the raging barbarian's power was unstoppable. Even though the steel battle axe in his hand was not a magic weapon, he used his violent and brute force to tear apart the protection of the shield and then chopped on his shield!

clang--

A huge metal collision sound was heard, and Hawthorne only felt a terrifying force coming at him. His whole body couldn't help but step back several steps. His left arm was numb with pain and he was even unable to move.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Damn, is this the pure power of a level nine Tauren Barbarian?

This is a magic shield, and I also have the Armor of Agassis and false life on my body!

Damn it, luckily he didn't have a magic weapon in his hand. If he had a magic axe, what would happen? Would he have to tear his shield apart on the spot?

No, I can’t engage in close combat. I must use my advantage as a spellcaster and find a way to kill him!

With this in mind, he retreated, trying to create some distance. But Toren was faster, and the injury he suffered just now did not make him think of "temporarily retreating".

He took a step forward with his sturdy legs. The ice crystals on his arms slowed him down. He raised his battle axe again and chopped him down on the head again: "Go to hell!"

As a last resort, Hawthorne raised his left hand again: "Agatha!"

Immediately, the diamond ring on his left index finger emitted a dazzling red light, and a female ghost with black hair and a white robe suddenly rushed out, opening her mouth and letting out a shrill scream: "Ah——!"

The scream struck Toren's soul directly, causing his body to pause suddenly, and the huge axe in his hand missed and fell straight to the ground!

Agatha then stretched out her hands, held his broad shoulders, opened her mouth, showing her ferocious fangs, and bit down on Toren.

On the neck!

"Well--!"

Toren felt his body go cold, and the painful feeling of losing his life came over him. The minotaur let out a shrill roar from his throat.

He swung his giant axe to fight back, but at this moment, Hawthorne, who had a chance to catch his breath, had already drawn the Storm Hammer from his waist, injected magic into it, and threw it forward with all his might.

boom--

Torun had no choice but to raise his axe to block, and the huge steel axe collided with the rotating hammer. A sharp metallic roar sounded, and a strong electric current struck his body, instantly paralyzing him and making him unable to move!

So Agatha, who was floating in the air and biting his neck, almost sucked it full.

"call……"

The warmth brought by the vitality surged into his body, and Hawthorne felt the numbness and pain in his left arm slowly disappear. However, looking at his remaining six mana points, his expression suddenly became a little ugly.

Not enough fight...

There is no other way, I can only do this...

Taking a deep breath, he called up his attribute panel and looked at the remaining balance of more than 14,000 purification points, and his heart ached a little.

It takes 9,000 purification points to advance from level 6 to level 7, and he has already saved enough.

But he had no intention of upgrading now. The reason was simple. Upgrading the monastery to level three required 10,000 purification points, and he wanted to save them for upgrading the monastery...

The third-level monastery is actually the real beginning of the game.

After reaching this level, he can construct various real training buildings and train the newly recruited nuns into various priests to further expand his power.

At the same time, the third-level training ground also allows him to train new specialties, so that he can quickly improve his strength without having to upgrade his level.

Those powerful combat feats and metamagic feats, as well as advanced feats that require various prerequisites, would be too slow to obtain simply by increasing levels!

That’s why he had been saving up these purification points, waiting for the monastery to expand to 100,000 square meters and then upgrade to level three!

It’s a pity that this hurdle seems to be a little more difficult than I expected.

Oh, forget it. I'll try to find some places with more undead later and slowly gain purification points!

He sighed, then stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the level-up column.

hum-