Witch Monastery

This left her with no chance to even whisper in his ear and get some information out of him!

So hateful!

She did not doubt her charm because of this. In fact, she had been slept with by the male minotaurs in the older tribe for almost two rounds, from old men to minors, and even many female minotaurs had been slept with by her.

But for some reason, she just couldn't take down Toren, as if the strongest young tauren in the tribe had no sexual desire at all!

This made her very angry, but there was nothing she could do. The situation was stronger than she was. Since she could not use seduction to infiltrate the top levels of the Mountain Cleaners Alliance and find out some of the most confidential information, she could only take risks and try some unique methods to get some possible intelligence.

It just so happened that today, the leaders of various tribes gathered here again for a rare meeting. Taking the risk of being exposed, Ines hid her figure, carefully avoided the soldiers on guard, came to the circular tent in the middle, and pricked up her ears to eavesdrop:

"My son may have died, how can you expect me to stay calm!" The owner of this voice sounds like someone, should he be the real master of the Owlbeast Tribe?

"That's right, we can't wait any longer, we must strike hard at Rockseeker Town right away!" The voice sounded familiar, it should be the bear man named Ruge Stoneskin who followed Toren all day long.

"...Since you have all made up your mind, I'll go out and get some fresh air." This was the voice of a girl that sounded a little childish and a little impatient.

"...Let her go." This was Ilarod's voice, and there was some helplessness and fatigue in his voice.

Outside, Ines hurriedly walked away, then lifted her invisibility, turned around, and saw a short figure walking out of the central tent.

It was a female half-goat who looked younger than her years, and even her hair had some light pink mixed in. Her face looked a bit like a human girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with childishness not yet completely gone, and a little baby fat on her cheeks. She was cute, but also had a bit of lovable flavor.

At this moment, the girl looked very unhappy. She walked all the way to the end of the camp, held the fence, and let out a long breath towards the forest in the distance where all the leaves had fallen.

Ines' heart was pounding. She knew that despite her young age, since she was able to enter the tent and hold the meeting, and had Ilarod personally speak to allow her to enter, it meant that she must be a powerful person.

She then pretended to know nothing about it, and walked up to her like a caring elder sister, smiling: "Whose child are you? You look a little unhappy. Oh, I am Ines Gaoling, the fiancée of Torun Gaoling."

She introduced herself confidently, thinking about what to ask next.

"Adele Greenvine," said the satyr girl. She seemed to want to talk, so she spoke directly, "I am here to attend the meeting on behalf of my mother, and I will tell them the real threat.

. Alas, it’s a pity that no one listens, and there’s nothing I can do.”

Threat?

Inès' heart moved, and then she put on an innocent and curious look: "Real threat? What do you mean by that? Can you tell me?"

"Some troubles can be relieved by just speaking them out."

"Oh, it's the burrowing demon worm." Adele said casually, "Mother has long been sure that Shude Meier is sleeping here, and that demon wants to wake her up and let her destroy everything here."

"I just don't know why these people won't listen." At this point, she said in a slightly angry tone, "Then let that devil succeed! Humph, they will regret it then!"

Inès' pupils suddenly contracted.

She never expected that after lurking here for so long, she not only failed to complete the task assigned to her by Mombot, but also found out Mombot's real purpose!

My real mission was suddenly completed!

Chapter 282 The Eve of Destruction

Hawthorne here.

There is no need to say much about what happened next. They found a suitable place to camp, and when it was daytime the next day, Celine cast magic to distort the light and explore the directions that Willow mentioned.

It turned out that the information Willow provided was pretty accurate. Even if the exact location was not found immediately, the obvious pollution, distortion, and madness observed in the surrounding environment could confirm that it was definitely a place where a large number of demons were wreaking havoc.

This also shows that Willow did not lie to them, and the information she shared was detailed and reliable. This mistress is indeed a good person who is dedicated to seeking peace.

Having obtained so many clues in one go, they could be said to have reaped a lot of rewards. The next step would be to return to the Rockseeker Camp and report these clues to the Blackstaff Tower.

They walked for another five or six days, and because of rain on the road, they had to delay a little before they finally returned to the rock seekers' camp.

But in the end, they didn't miss much. Next, An Nuo went to write his report, while Hawthorne had some personal matters to attend to.

Rockseeker Camp, a room on the side of the Adventurer's Guild Hall.

Hawthorne sat here alone, and had asked the waiter to put strong liquor and various kinds of fragrant roast meat on the table, such as fan-shaped, peppered lamb chops, thick lamb legs that had been cut, and various kinds of beef and pork.

At the same time, his storm hammer was placed in the small bag around his waist.

After the recent battles, he found that the power of this hammer was not enough for his needs. After all, this hammer could only carry two mana points, and at most it could only exert a little more power than a single ring spell.

In his increasingly advanced battlefield, the effects it can achieve, whether it is killing or control, are somewhat insufficient.

So he was thinking, could he find an excellent dwarf rune blacksmith to adjust the runes on it to increase its power.

He is not very short of mana now, so it doesn't matter even if his mana consumption is increased.

However, although this idea was good, the dwarves' caution and xenophobia made it difficult for him to find a dwarf blacksmith who was willing to adjust magic items for him through conventional channels.

Legend has it that to gain the trust of a dwarf, one needs to spend at least a hundred years with him, unless there is a special experience. Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it also shows how difficult it is to gain the trust of these dwarves.

Without trust, how can you get others to help you?

After all, this is the masterpiece of the mountain dwarves, the Storm Hammer.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. He has a friend among the dwarves.

Today, he asked this person to come over, hoping that he could help him upgrade the weapon.

And that person is, of course,...

crunch--

"Wow, it smells so good! Barbecue, wine, I can smell it all!"

The door of the room opened, and Hawthorne hurriedly stood up to greet him. Before he could see the person's face clearly, a familiar loud voice echoed throughout the room.

It was none other than the dwarf warrior, Bruno, whom he had rescued in the Tide Sound Cave.

The short, stocky, bearded figure slowly moved into the room. Hawthorne smiled, walked over to welcome him into the room, closed the door, and said, "I'm glad you like it. It's worth my careful preparation."

Not mentioning money, but only mentioning the time and energy you have spent, will help to bring the two parties closer together.

Bruno jumped onto the stool and saw that the huge glass in front of him was already filled with fragrant beer. He raised his strong arm unceremoniously, picked up the glass with his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and drank it down with his head tilted back.

"Ah..." The dwarf drank the cup in one breath and immediately let out a satisfied groan, "Wow... Not bad. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Dwarves are always straightforward and get to the point without beating around the bush. Hawthorne was not surprised by this and said directly, "I would like to ask you to help me find a rune master to adjust this war hammer."

As he said this, he pulled out his small silver hammer from his waist and placed it on the table: "Do you think it's okay?"

Bruno had just poured his second large glass of beer and was about to drink it when he paused. Hawthorne looked at him expectantly. In order to ask the dwarf for help, he specially ordered the most expensive beer here.

.

Then he saw that the dwarf looked a little embarrassed. He thought about it for a while, then slowly shook his head: "I'm afraid not, Mr. Hawthorne, we have very strict regulations on weapons like Storm Hammer."

"Although there are rune blacksmiths that I know within the group, in order to use their abilities, some strict conditions must be met and some cumbersome procedures must be followed."

As he said this, his face was full of guilt: "Even if I am willing to help you, you don't meet these conditions now."

Immediately, Hawthorne's face was filled with disappointment: "So that's it... I understand."

Bruno looked at the barbecue on the table with distress, then looked at the liquor in his glass: "Then...can I still continue to eat here?"

Hearing this, Huo Sang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Eat, eat. Even if the matter fails, we are still friends, right?"

Bruno finally relaxed and ate heartily, his mouth full of oil. Hawthorne watched him eat, but he himself had no appetite. After a pause, he said, "Well, sir, can you help me take this, what conditions must be met in order to invite a rune blacksmith to help me improve the Storm Hammer?"

"Oh, this is fine."

Bruenor answered vaguely. Even though his mouth was full of meat, it didn't seem to hinder the dwarf from speaking: "Well, if you want to hire a rune blacksmith, the easiest way is to become an 'old friend of the mountain dwarves'..."

……

Half an afternoon passed quickly, and even though nothing was accomplished, Hawthorne still benefited a lot.

I can only say that the real world and the game are really different. In the game, you only need to help the dwarves do some trivial tasks to increase your reputation, and then you can do whatever you want.

But the reality is that the conditions set by these dwarfs are more demanding than each other, and there is no way to achieve your goals unless you really spend a lot of money.

Therefore, Hawthorne could only sigh for the time being and returned to the hotel with regret. He was in a depressed mood, so he did not go back to his room, but directly opened the door of An Nuo's room.

In the room, Anno, who was writing, paused and turned to look back. Seeing him, the girl smiled sweetly: "How is it going? How is it going? Did Bruno agree?"

Hawthorne sighed and shook his head: "No, as you said, although the dwarves export iron products, the control over magic items is really strict..."

As he spoke, he walked up to her from behind, opened his arms, and held her in his arms, with a distressed look on his face, as if seeking comfort.

"It's no big deal." An Nuo comforted him, "When this mission is over, I can report to the Black Rod Tower and help you find a rune blacksmith in the name of the organization."

"Although the Grey Hand has no relationship with the dwarves, from what I know, the Black Staff Tower does have some connections. With the credibility of both parties, it won't be a problem to transform your hammerhead into the highest grade on the market."

She made a solemn promise, and Hawthorne was immediately moved. He lowered his head and rubbed her cheek: "You are so nice. Wow, to express my gratitude, I will kiss you..."

"Hate it, go away..."

The two laughed and joked for a while, and then Hawthorne sat down and helped her draw the map to be used in the report.

No one knew that the destruction of the Rock Seeker Camp was entering a countdown.

Chapter 283 The attack begins

That night, outside the Rockseeker camp.

Dark shadows gathered here. They were the soldiers of the Mountain Cleaners Alliance. They came from various tribes, including humans, orcs, tauren, and even hobgoblins and goblins...

But regardless of their race, at this moment, without exception, they all grasped their weapons tightly, murderous and ambitious, because they knew that soon, there would be a feast of killing and looting waiting for them to enjoy.

At the front of the team stood Ilarod, Toren and Ruger. They were the vanguard and commander-in-chief of this battle. The chief of the Owlbeast Tribe did not attend due to old age and old injuries, and the lamb people of the Green Vine Tribe did not participate in the battle because they were too young.

But their people were not absent from this war either.

The moon gradually came to the middle of the night sky. The assassins they sent out should have eliminated the sentries in the Rockseeker camp. The planned attack time is coming soon. Ilarod's face was serious, and Luger Stoneskin's face was full of killing desire. Only Toren had a little trepidation on his face.

"Your Excellency Archdruid, are we a little too hasty?"

The minotaur finally couldn't help but speak. He was indeed feeling a little nervous. Although he was the main driving force behind this war, it had been less than seven days since the meeting where they decided to launch the general offensive.

They got the news that Willow and Danqi were rescued, but they hadn't waited for them to come back. Seeing that Ilarod was so anxious and was about to launch an attack tonight, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

I always feel that a military operation of this magnitude should require a more detailed and careful plan.

For example, preliminary investigation, strategy formulation, material preparation, organization and mobilization, backup plans, and bluffing...

If the occasion wasn't inappropriate, Toren really wanted to say to Ilarod, "You're a little too impatient."

Ilarod was helpless about Torun's problem.

He couldn't tell the truth and say that their tribe was hiding a super-giant earth elemental creature and that he was about to lose control of it.

This guy is about to get out of control. If I don’t take action, my tribe will be destroyed by him, right?

This kind of words must not be said to outsiders, so Ilarod smiled lightly: "Before, weren't you guys, huh, saying that we should start fighting all day long? Why, are you afraid now?"

He tried to remain calm, but he was actually sighing in his heart.

How could he not understand the crisis that Willow and her daughter Adele were talking about? He was not a warrior who didn't know magic, he was also a powerful druid, so he naturally knew that once Shude Meier woke up, the entire mountain would be in trouble.

However, if the Earth Dragon is not released, the Mountain Worshipers will be finished tomorrow. Continuing to fight with the Earth Dragon will be a negative benefit. Releasing it back to the mountains is equivalent to handing the Earth Dragon over to the devil, and sending it back to the elemental world is equivalent to wasting all the money paid for it...

Attacking the Rockseeker camp is the only option to recover some of the losses at the moment.

He thought so in his heart, but these calculations could not be known to outsiders. Toren was embarrassed, and he naturally could not admit this: "Of course not, uh..."

He was still a little nervous, but he couldn't help but tell the truth: "I just feel that some tribes are not ready yet..."

Ilarod smiled slightly: "As for war, our Mountain Riders tribe is always ready. If there is any need, we can immediately mobilize all resources and invest in it."

"Why? Could it be that the Gaoling Tribe or the Shiskin Tribe had never been prepared for a war?"

He said this, and with just a few words, he easily turned the tables.

Toren looked embarrassed. Next to him, the equally tall and strong Ruger Stoneskin raised his head and said, either confidently or for the sake of face, "The Stoneskin tribe has been preparing for this war and is ready to fight to the death at any time!"

The bear man was now in his human form, nearly two meters tall, with a round head, strong muscles, and no hair. He looked like a strong man who could eat a child alive.

Unlike the humans of the Mountain Riders and the orcs of the Owlbeast tribe, whose skin was more brown, this guy's skin was as white as the nobles of Port Liberl, and he looked out of place - of course, their giant bear posture was completely different from this.

Both sides said so, and Toren frowned. Although the Gaoling Tribe and the Stoneskin Tribe had been working together recently because of the same goal, it did not mean that their relationship had always been friendly.

In fact, they also need a lot of meat, and the neighboring Owlbeast tribe has always been a potential competitor, and there have been many conflicts in history. It's just that these conflicts were temporarily suppressed in the face of the greater blood feud in Libel Port.

As a last resort, he stiffened his neck and said, "The Gaoling tribe has also been preparing for this war. At least we can guarantee victory tonight!"

Ilarod smiled and did not continue to ask him the same question. He then said softly, "Actually, I have my own concerns. Madam Willow will be back soon. With her influence, if we call another meeting, I'm afraid there won't be a fight."

This was also the truth, and Toren had to accept it. At this time, there was a call from the front, the sound was rapid and rhythmic, and several people knew that it was their special signal.

"The assassin succeeded, so let's start the attack!" Ilarod said, looking into the distance with his eyes shining brightly, "Let's take this town!"

As he spoke, he recited a spell. Along with the tremors of the earth, a huge elemental creature rushed straight from underground to the town ahead.

Earth Dragon, start attacking!