Witch Monastery

Continuous casting, even if it was just a trick, was a bit too tiring.

In front, Nidalee and Willow cast magic to summon vines, which followed the gap he had created and entangled the boulder; Denqi, the old shaman, and the male satyr grabbed the vines on both sides and roared, "One, two, three, hard!"

wow-

With the combined power of them and these magics, a large stone underneath was pulled out, causing countless pieces of rubble to fall to the ground. A large space was immediately cleared in the passage ahead, and several men breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it worked!"

"Keep working hard, one day, we will be able to reopen the passage!"

They encouraged each other, and in the face of a common crisis, even though the pollution had been purified, the two groups had to cooperate again, those with magic used magic, and those without magic used their strength, to try to dig a way out.

But before that, they had to stay in the cave for a few days.

Fortunately, although the exit collapsed, it was not blocked tightly, and some gaps still allow ventilation to the outside, so there is no need to worry about suffocation.

As for water and food, they had endless water bottles, and Nidalee could also make godberries, so they had no shortage of either. Although it had no taste, it was enough to fill their stomachs. In this case, they had no choice but to make do.

The only thing lacking is labor. It is very difficult to dig out these fallen rocks. At least Hawthorne feels this all the time. Human power is too small. If there is an excavator, I wonder how much trouble it would save!

Behind the orcs, Willow reached out and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, then whispered, "It's night, let's take a rest."

Nidalee nodded as well: "It's already night outside, time to go to bed."

Although there is no light here and they can only rely on Shireen's spells for lighting, the two druids can communicate with the earth, so they can still indirectly judge the approximate time and make their own schedules regular.

"Well, go to bed."

Hawthorne also nodded, turned his head to look at Heidi, Anno and Celine who were resting, waved his hand to indicate that they didn't need to work anymore, and took a break.

In the process of excavation, he became the commander-in-chief of all the people. As a modern man, he barely understood the concept of "efficiency" and at least did not believe in the fallacy of "working as hard as possible as long as you don't die".

He divided the people into three groups, with two groups working while one group resting - this would minimize the production of lactic acid in the muscles and ensure maximum efficiency.

However, even so, when planning to rest

, he couldn't help feeling his body was sticky and very uncomfortable.

Casting spells would also cause him mental stress.

He was eager to take a bath, but in such a closed environment, it didn't seem appropriate to mention this matter...

Later, Danqi and the old shaman passed by him. As the main manual laborers of the team, the two orcs who had worked all day exuded a strong smell of sweat, which immediately made his expression slightly distorted.

No, I must take a shower!

"I have an endless water bottle here." He then spoke up and suggested, "Let's form a group of three and take turns going deep into the cave and find a deserted place to take a bath."

"We have worked all day, and going to bed without taking a shower is neither comfortable nor hygienic."

He suggested this, and then Anno, Willow, and Nidalee's eyes lit up visibly: "Okay, that's a good idea!"

Hawthorne heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was okay, everyone was clean: "Well, ladies, go first, I'm not in a hurry."

An Nuo walked over unceremoniously, took the bottle of endless water from him, and then asked, "Who's joining me?"

She had put in a lot of effort in the process, so naturally she was eager to wash her body.

Willow looked at Heidi and Celine sheepishly, and the latter smiled and turned her head: "We are not in a hurry, Madam, you go first."

Then, everyone's eyes fell on Nidalee. She wanted to agree directly, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly stopped.

Her heart was pounding, and a bold idea popped up in her mind. This idea made her so excited that she even began to tremble...

"I don't need it." She said, walking to Hawthorne and holding his arm, "I will take a shower with Hawthorne later."

In an instant, the air was choked.

Anno frowned and turned to glare at Nidalee, not understanding why she said that on purpose; while Heidi and Celine, after their initial surprise, had amusement on their faces, and watched Hawthorne's performance with a nonchalant attitude.

Willow covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes full of shock, wondering if young people nowadays are so bold that they dare to say such things openly; while the orcs were very calm, in their opinion, since these two were already an engaged couple, then doing anything together was normal.

As for Hawthorne, he felt Anno's unfriendly gaze and quickly pushed Nidalee away with one hand: "Stop making trouble, go now!"

Nidalee covered her mouth and giggled. She glanced at Annuo's face out of the corner of her eye and suddenly felt so happy that her whole body went numb.

Then, she pretended to be very resentful and said: "Okay, I'll wash myself first, then go to your tent..."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to link up with An Nuo and Willow's arms, and went deep into the cave together. Huo Sang held his forehead, noticing the unfriendly look in An Nuo's eyes before he left, and felt even more thorny.

Damn, this Nidalee is becoming more and more lawless.

Must hit hard!

Chapter 274 The Jealous People Coming Out of the Bath

Nidalee finally went with Anno and Willow. Later, Hawthorne, Heidi and Celine took out the folded tents from the dimensional bag, and distributed them to Denchi and the others, and then began to set up the tents.

Since they were not short of money, they were more extravagant when choosing tents. In order to experience the feeling of different tents, they bought tents of different sizes and brands, and also brought a few spare ones. So now, as long as a few large tents can be squeezed together, it is not too small for nine people to use.

The process of setting up the tent was very quick, or rather, the three ladies were a little slow in taking a bath. It is possible that they washed their clothes while taking a bath, and were now using the water-making/drying-water technique to dry them directly.

This spell can not only create water, but also make water disappear out of thin air, as if it had never existed, which is highly inconsistent with the law of conservation of matter.

But magic is just so magical.

Finally, after they set up the tent and waited for a long time, the three ladies who went to take a bath finally came back.

The one walking in the front was Annuo, the confident paladin who took the lead and walked in front of the three people with long legs. She had taken off the heavy magic plate armor and put it into her dimensional bag. She was wearing a light gray close-fitting cloth armor and trousers, which tightly wrapped her plump chest and perky buttocks, showing her round curves.

Her long golden hair was scattered on her shoulders. Although it was dried, it still gave her a quiet beauty like being in the boudoir. Her face was a little immature like Hawthorne's, but her figure was extremely proud. The combination of the two made Hawthorne unable to take his eyes away from her.

Behind her, Nidalee couldn't help but grit her teeth secretly. Although she had a good figure and was a little older, she was actually inferior to Anno, who had been well-nourished since childhood.

While walking, she puffed out her chest frantically, trying to make her figure look fuller, but it was of no avail. She was still at a disadvantage when facing An Nuo.

Following behind her was the centaur matron Willow. In fact, as a mother, her body lines were the most exaggerated among the three girls. Although she was not tall, her breast curves were so exaggerated that they could even compete with Celine.

However, Celine was still wearing a nun's uniform after all;

It was a robe woven from dead leaves, with no underwear underneath, so the temptation it exuded was even more thrilling.

Willow obviously knew how attractive she was in her current physical state, so she hunched her back slightly, tried to hold her chest in, and lowered her head to make her figure look less prominent, so as to avoid the aggressive gazes of men.

At the same time, she glanced at Danqi and found that the young orc lowered his head, restrained his gaze, and did not peek at anyone. The other two men were the same. The old shaman was already past his age, and the male half-goat she brought with her was also well-trained and knew how to control his gaze and not look around.

Suddenly, she breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, although the Owl Beast Tribe is barbaric, they are still well-educated and know what they can see and what they should not see.

Then, she glanced at Hawthorne and found that he was actually looking at An Nuo and not looking in her direction.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but feel suspicious: That's not right, am I really old and have no charm at all?

My figure can't even attract the attention of such a hot-blooded young man?

No...it shouldn't.

With this thought in mind, she straightened her waist, stood up straight, stretched her shoulders back, and made her ample chest stand tall, supporting her robe, which was not so spacious to begin with. Because she was not wearing any underwear, two tiny bulges could even be seen on the top of her robe.

As she did this, Hawthorne really turned his eyes over. However, he only took a glance and then looked away awkwardly, looking into the distance as if he saw nothing.

But even though this action only lasted for a moment, Willow still caught it. Noticing his reaction, the satyr mistress realized what a bold move she had just made, and couldn't help but feel shy, with a layer of pink appearing on her milky white skin.

But along with the shyness, there was also a feeling of relief. She was now sure that she was not old and her body was still attractive.

Completely unaware of the small movements of Nidalee and Willow behind him, Anno walked straight to Heidi, handed her the endless water bottle in his hand, and then naturally sat to the right of Hawthorne and chatted with him.

Then she saw Nidalee sitting on his left. Her face darkened for a moment, but then she chatted about something as if she didn't really care.

Nidalee tried to hold back her laughter, but she hugged Hawthorne's arm as if no one was around, rubbing her chest against his arm. From time to time, she used the magic berry technique to summon magical berries and fed them into his mouth with her own hands, playing the role of a loving couple, without caring at all how murderous Anno's eyes were.

Hawthorne, who was sitting in the middle, felt very tortured. He pinched Nidalee's butt secretly, signaling her to find an excuse to stay away from him, but this guy seemed to be getting more and more excited, and his movements became more exaggerated. With his other hand, he gently stroked the back of Anno's hand, trying to calm her down, but Anno didn't buy it at all. Hawthorne could even hear the sound of grinding teeth...

He finally looked at Heidi and Celine for help, only to find that they were laughing and walking hand in hand towards the depths of the cave to take a bath. In fact, they didn't need to take a bath at all, witches don't sweat, but they had to pretend to be like this, so they had to go through this process.

He could only pray silently that the two girls would come back quickly to resolve his embarrassing situation. But he didn't know whether they were watching him or for other reasons, but the two girls delayed him for a long time, making him almost lose his soul in this Shura field. They came back with wet hair and an apologetic expression on their faces: "Sorry, we took too long to wash. Uh, Father, would you like to join us?"

Hawthorne fled from between the two girls, rushed over and took the endless water bottle from Heidi, and said, "Denqi, the four of us can go together, and save some time."

The orc did not refuse, and followed him with the old shaman and the goat man. The four of them walked deeper into the cave until they finally stopped at the wall at the end.

Denchi held his head high, turned around, and faced Hawthorne. He held his head high and suddenly took off his animal skin armor, revealing his brown skin and two huge square pectoral muscles.

He then grinned, revealing two stubby fangs, and then his pair of black eyes stared at Hawthorne's body, as if to laugh at his thinness.

Then Hawthorne also took off his coat. Although he looked so thin, hidden under his clothes were two well-defined pectoral muscles, eight abdominal muscles, bulging biceps and smooth triceps.

Looking at his figure, which looked like a marble sculpture by a great artist, Danqi's expression froze. It was not until this moment that Hawthorne noticed his eyes. He turned his head and smiled: "What's wrong, Mr. Danqi?"

"You..." He pursed his lips, "I didn't expect that, Mr. Hawthorne, your body is so strong."

Hawthorne lowered his head and took a look at his body and muscles. Thinking of their true origin, he couldn't help but feel guilty: "Yes, I have gone through arduous efforts and training to have this muscle and body."

Danqi could not help but stand in awe, and beside him, the old shaman also took off his clothes. Although his body was old, he could still

Looking at his bulging muscles, it is obvious that he was also a mighty warrior when he was young.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the old man looked up and chuckled, "Denqi, don't underestimate Mr. Hawthorne. After you passed out that day, he ignored the danger and pounced on the burrowing devil insect, giving it the final fatal blow."

"He suffered severe burns all over his body, and even lost a lot of his hair and eyebrows. Thanks to several wizards who kept casting spells to heal him, he was able to save his life."

Chapter 275 Late at night, the Druid actively asks for punishment

Hearing this, looking at Hawthorne's still perfect body without any scars, Danqi was silent. The power of magic was so unreasonable. Even if there were large areas of burns all over the body, as long as he was not dead, magic would be enough to heal him.

The same goes for him. Although he was hit by the burning tentacles that day and fell into a coma, Willow tried her best to treat him afterwards, and he recovered without any scars - he can even do some heavy work now.

However, he was unconscious for too long that day, so he naturally didn't know about Hawthorne's heroic performance. Now that he suddenly knew about it, he was quite shocked for a while.

After a long while, the orc finally said with a struggle: "I must admit that you are a true warrior."

Huo Sang smiled softly when he heard this, thinking that the mountain folks were indeed simple-minded. As long as they were not stubborn and insisted on treating him as an enemy, they would be easy to get along with.

He then shook his head and said, "I don't deserve it, Mr. Danqi. It was your heroic act that distracted the burrowing demon worm's attention and allowed me to discover its weakness. That's how I was able to deliver that fatal blow."

"Without your bravery, I would not have been able to accomplish such an act."

He took the initiative to shirk the credit, because in the end he didn't lose anything, and he also got the purification points. He was never stingy with a few words of praise.

As expected, upon hearing this, the orc's expression relaxed, although it was not very obvious. Hawthorne could feel that the hatred and hostility in his eyes when he looked at him were less than before, and he could basically treat him as an ordinary friend.

Very good, this is a good start.

I hope that in the next few days, everything will go as smoothly as it does now!

After that, Hawthorne and the others returned to the camp after taking a shower, and then they were assigned their own tents. Nidalee wanted to sleep in the same tent with him, but Hawthorne, who felt the crazy killing intent from Anno, naturally refused and arranged for her to live in the same tent with Willow, so that the two druids could sleep together.

Willow had no objection to this arrangement, but under special circumstances, she naturally minded making do with it. So Nidalee had no choice but to look at Annuo's dark face with a smirk, pretending to be aggrieved, and squeezed into the same tent with Willow.

Hawthorne slept in his own little tent, and Anno was also alone in a small tent. Heidi and Celine were huddled together, while Danqi and the other three were huddled in the last extra-large tent. It was already very late, and the exhausted people did not make any other movements and soon fell asleep.

Hawthorne fell into a deep dream, but then he found a beautiful woman in a long robe with long black hair covering her eyes, floating beside him with her head down. Although she didn't say anything, Hawthorne could sense an emotion from her.

An emotion called anticipation.

At once, even though he was still dreaming, Hawthorne woke up and realized that it was Agatha, who had sneaked into his dream and was expecting something.

Suddenly, he shook his head slightly, looking a little tired: "Forget it today, I need to rest."

He cast too many spells during the day, and now his brain is a little tired. He really needs to rest to relieve his stress.

At least, get four hours of sleep first!

Hearing her master say this, Agatha curled her lips slightly, but ultimately did not refute. Her body then turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared, and Hawthorne's dream returned to darkness again.

He had no regrets as he lost consciousness again and fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, outside, the ring on his left finger was still emitting a pink glow. At this moment, everyone in the camp was already asleep, so in the red light, a shadow wearing a white robe and with long black hair flowing vertically slowly emerged from the darkness.

It was Agatha.

The lonely ghost was not favored by her master, so she wandered aimlessly in the camp, passing by tents one after another until she found some light.

She turned her head and saw the most powerful individual in the monastery, Sister Celine, poking her head out of the tent and staring at her.

She then lowered her head to express her humility and respect, while waiting quietly for the other party's instructions.

"You look like you have nothing to do?" Celine said softly.

Agatha nodded.

"Then I will give you a task." She continued, and pointed with her finger, "Do you see that tent? There is a female centaur sleeping in it, with a beautiful face and figure."

"Dear Agatha, I need you to sneak into her dreams and weave a beautiful dream for her, a dream of meeting, loving and mating with our common master, just like you did with Nidalee."

“For this task, you can

Finished?

Agatha nodded slightly.