Witch Monastery

At the end of the battle, she finally used her hidden seventh-level spell, Rainbow Jet!

She knew that this move would not be able to defeat the Archdruid, and she had no intention of killing this full-level spellcaster. She just wanted to use this large-scale spell to cause as much damage as possible, so that these invaders would pay a heavy price and have no time to pursue!

The colorful light instantly covered nearly half of the town. The red flames, orange acid, yellow lightning, green toxins, blue freezing, indigo petrification rays and purple exile rays hit different targets respectively.

The minotaurs covered by the light, even though they had the protection of their ancestors, began to suffer heavy injuries or even die. Those who were extremely unlucky and were covered by both rays of light at the same time were instantly turned into ashes!

"Storm of Vengeance!"

Seeing that this wizard had no moral principles and suddenly attacked ordinary soldiers, the Archdruid was furious. Without caring that the aftermath would affect more people, he raised his hand to cast the nine-ring spell Vengeance Storm, and was about to summon a massive amount of thunder to strike Celine!

However, Celine's goal had been achieved, so she refused to fight him here. Then, her body turned into a stream of light and followed Hawthorne and the others away.

With Shilin's evacuation, the last line of defense of Rockseeker Town collapsed. The greedy mountain warriors rushed into the town, laughing and rushing into each house to loot.

Although most of the residents here have evacuated safely, time is tight and there are still a lot of property that cannot be taken away. At this moment, all of them have become the property of the robbers.

Although the last nine-ring spell failed, the last enemy was driven away after all. Ilarod, who was extremely exhausted, also took a step and slowly walked into the town. Looking at these revelers, he felt relieved.

Fortunately, at least we won. Then all this was worth it.

As he thought about this, Toren, who had gone to lead the troops, and the warrior leader of the Owl Beast Tribe, both returned to his side.

As leaders, they would not personally participate in the looting, as that would be too embarrassing. The hard work was naturally done by the subordinates, and they only needed to talk and then divide the cake.

Before dealing with the division of spoils within one's own tribe, the spoils must first be divided among the major tribes.

Torunn's eyes flickered as he looked at the battlefield. He suddenly spoke first, "The Mountain Worshipers paid the most in this battle. The earth dragon disrupted the battlefield, and the Archdruid personally held back the opponent's most powerful spellcaster. It is reasonable that the Mountain Worshipers should be allowed to pick the spoils first."

He said this not because he really wanted to give up the spoils, but because he wanted to make everyone agree with his strategy of dividing the spoils by making concessions: as long as everyone agrees with his point of view, then after doing it many times, everyone will form a habit and get used to subconsciously agreeing with his statement, and slowly, his voice in the alliance will become greater and greater.

What's more, for the Gaoling tribe, the benefits obtained from destroying the Rockseekers' camp alone are already huge enough.

The orcs of the Owlbeast Tribe had no objection to this. Ilarod frowned slightly and was about to shirk some responsibility when he heard a loud voice rushing over, "Ah! Are you all okay?"

Chapter 294: The Angry Centaur Matron

Everyone turned around and saw a tall, bald man running towards them. His steps were light, as if he was in high spirits, but his face was filled with strong indignation, which was inconsistent with his movements: "How abominable! I don't know what kind of magic that wizard used, but I ran away uncontrollably!"

The bald strong man who ran over was none other than Ruger Stoneskin, who had transformed into a giant bear and started killing people, and was then driven away by Hawthorne's Fear Slash.

After being hit by Hawthorne's sword, he didn't know where he ran away to hide. It was only now that he "happened" to regain consciousness and ran back.

"Humph, if that guy wasn't there, I would have killed another eight hundred or so!"

Luger Stoneskin gnashed his teeth, his expression full of resentment. Ilarod was somewhat unhappy in his heart. As a spellcaster, he clearly noticed that the giant bear had stopped and had clearly gotten rid of the influence of magic.

In other words, this bear man was clearly

His choice to continue running away had nothing to do with the spell that repelled him.

Toren had a subtle expression. He also saw through the other party's condition, but he didn't know what to say: when he was in the Chaoyin Cave, he had also felt that kind of intense fear from the bottom of his heart, and then he couldn't help but turn around and run away.

Only the warrior from the Owlbeast tribe really believed his words: "The spellcasters' methods are so powerful that we have to be on guard!"

Ruger Stoneskin showed an honest smile, thinking that he had managed to get away with it. "I just regained consciousness, so I rushed over here. What are you discussing? Is there anything I can do?"

"They are discussing the spoils of war," Toren said. Then, he looked across the battlefield and saw teams of Tauren carrying various weapons, food bags, gold, silver and other supplies. He couldn't help but sigh, "The tribes that have established ties with this town have all made a fortune in the past few years."

Ruger Stoneskin's face suddenly became serious: "Yes, they sold out the interests of so many mountains in exchange for their own happiness!"

The orcs from the Owlbeast tribe nodded and thought of their relatives from the Stonefist tribe who were bodyguards in Libel Harbor. They gnashed their teeth, not knowing whether it was out of jealousy or something else. "Yes, a bunch of traitors from the mountains!"

The three of them quickly reached an agreement, and the atmosphere of dividing the spoils seemed harmonious and peaceful. But at this moment, suddenly, a voice came from behind, the voice they least wanted to hear at the moment: "Ilarod!"

Everyone turned their heads immediately, and then saw a group of half-goat men with pure white hair, slowly approaching from a distance. They were men and women, tall and short, and some had goat horns, but without exception, their expressions were complicated and sad.

The woman in the lead was none other than Willow, the matriarch of the Green Ivy Tribe.

Her face was full of fatigue and her eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that she had not rested for a long time. After hearing the news, she immediately rushed over here.

However, she was still a step too late. When she arrived here, the town of Rockseekers had already become a sea of ​​fire. The mountain warriors were happily carrying the town residents' belongings, like a group of shameless robbers and bandits.

Willow's chest was filled with rage, and she glared at everyone present angrily.

"Why?" she asked. "The previous decision was to purify the demonic pollution first. Why do we suddenly launch an attack at this time?"

For a moment, everyone was silent. No one dared to look into Willow's angry eyes. They were not sure whether the conversation just now was heard by the mistress: Even though they used many high-sounding reasons, in the final analysis, the origin of this war was still greed.

Seeing that everyone had fallen into an awkward silence, Willow turned her gaze to the oldest and most powerful person here, who was also the de facto leader of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance: "Sir Archdruid, please tell me, why is all this happening?"

She tried her best to suppress her anger, but it was conceivable that if the Archdruid did not have a suitable reason, the only thing that would await the Mountain Cleansers Alliance would be division!

Ilarod coughed lightly. Since he wanted to become the de facto supreme leader of the alliance, he naturally had the responsibility to explain everything. "The reason... is naturally very complicated. Just a few days ago, we came into contact with the envoys from the Black Rod Tower. Their attitude was very arrogant, and the proposals they put forward were simply unacceptable to us."

"At the same time, we also have reason to suspect that they are sending troops to this town, which threatens the safety of the mountains..."

Willow's eyes flashed with sarcasm: "So you chose to strike first, and even ordered the attack without waiting for me to come back?"

Her good self-restraint made her unable to find any strong offensive swear words to attack Ilarod at this moment, but the tone of her voice was even harsh to Torun and Ruger beside her. They both muttered in their hearts, and they didn't expect that this seemingly docile half-goat man would actually lose his temper so much.

But there was no other way, after all, everyone in the tribe was a nurse. Everyone needed their support, especially now that there were so many wounded.

Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they have to endure it!

"Ah... I admit that I did something inappropriate. I didn't make adequate preparations in order to catch them off guard, which resulted in so many casualties." Ilarod changed the subject without leaving a trace. "This naturally brought a lot of trouble to our aftermath, especially to you and your people. However, these wounded who are suffering from pain still need you and your people to take care of them in the future, Ms. Willow."

His attitude was sincere, but the atmosphere did not ease much. Then, Ilarod changed the subject and said, "In order to show my profound self-examination and to comfort the Green Vine Tribe for their efforts in treating the wounded, I am willing to give up the priority right to choose the spoils, let the Green Vine Tribe choose first, and the Mountain Worshipers Tribe choose last."

He looked extremely generous, and beside him, Toren, Ruger and the orcs from the Owlbeast tribe could not help but be moved.

You know, in this battle, the Mountain Worshipers tribe undoubtedly contributed the most and made the greatest contributions, but now, he has to take the least spoils just to appease the anger of the Green Vine tribe and allow the alliance to be maintained!

At this moment, at least in the hearts of these three people, Ilarod's position as leader has become unshakable.

However, in the face of Ilarod's huge concession, Willow did not seem to appreciate it.

"No thanks." She refused coldly, "The Green Vine Tribe doesn't need these supplies."

She was just about to have the words "I don't want to have anything to do with a bunch of bandits like you" written on her face.

She considers herself the guardian of ecological balance, not a robber or thug. She is willing to use her own hands and wisdom to exchange for what she wants, rather than such bloody killing, violence and destruction.

"We will treat the injured, but only this time," she said. "If something like this happens again, I will quit the alliance."

After saying this, Willow turned around and left quickly with her people, leaving them all looking at each other in bewilderment. The atmosphere was quite depressing and cold.

After a while, Ilarod sighed and said, "Madam Willow is a satyr from the Fey Wilds after all, and she is a woman, so it is normal for her to be more emotional."

Several men nodded in succession. After a pause, the Archdruid continued, "However, as leaders, for the safety of the Horde and the Alliance, sometimes we have to take the initiative to stain our hands with blood and nip threats in the bud."

“As a result, there are some misunderstandings and we are cursed by outsiders, which is also the pressure we must bear as leaders.”

As he spoke, his expression became more determined: "When we become leaders, we should have this awareness!"

Many warriors present applauded. Originally, they were all filled with shame under Willow's condemnation, but after hearing what Ilarod said, they suddenly became enlightened. The depressed mood in their chests was swept away. Not only did they no longer doubt and deny themselves, they even felt a strong sense of self-satisfaction.

At the same time, at this moment, his leadership position became even more unshakable.

Chapter 295 An Nuo's Wish

Hawthorne and his group evacuated all the way to the foot of the mountain. Although they had been there several times, this was the first time he had walked this mountain road on foot - they had always taken a car to go back and forth before.

Although they left the latest, their running speed was still not comparable to that of the natives of the town who were carrying their families and luggage. They quickly caught up with the fleeing group and then followed the crowd down the mountain.

This escape team, composed of the natives of Rockseeker Town—many of whom were mountain dwellers—adventurers who came to speculate, merchants from Port Libel, and employees of the consortium, was very large and mixed. Among them, Hawthorne even saw the adventure group sponsored by the Blue Dragon Consortium to advertise the ion beam launcher.

But compared to the high spirits at the beginning, they now looked very depressed, lowering their heads, covering their faces, supporting the wounded, and walking silently with the large group. They didn't seem to want others to recognize them. If it weren't for Hawthorne's excellent memory, he would not have recognized their identities.

It is conceivable that their reputation is ruined, and the blue dragons will most likely be extremely disappointed in them, although the blame for the launcher overheating and explosion should not be placed on them.

but……

Hawthorne couldn't help but touch his chin gently, thinking that no matter what, at least his company was making money, and the profit was indeed positive.

Although this rate of return cannot be said to be very good - after all, he himself embezzled a large amount of money - but among the many projects invested by Blue Dragon Bank, it definitely stands out.

After all, it is rare from ancient times to the present to allow princes to see the return of their money.

Otherwise, using this as a bargaining chip, I can ask the blue dragons for some money... uh, should I go and get a second round of investment?

He felt that the success rate of this matter would be very high, and for a moment he couldn't help but feel a little excited. But then he thought about it again. The last time he met the little blue dragon prince, he hinted that he should serve a lonely blue dragon lady...

Thinking of a huge female blue dragon looking at him with ambiguous eyes, Hawthorne couldn't help but shudder.

Forget it, I'd better earn money slowly by myself, and I'd better avoid dealing with that blue dragon in the future...

Suppressing the delusion in his heart, Hawthorne no longer paid attention to that group of people, withdrew his gaze, and continued to move forward with his girls.

But he didn't know that fate has always been capricious and especially likes to play tricks on those who think they can escape it.

But no matter what the future holds, he is now just walking tiredly on this mountain road. It is now the second half of the night, and the night wind in the mountains near winter is piercingly cold, which can easily freeze anyone's armor. But compared to the threat of death behind him, this little hardship is not so unbearable.

They walked all the way until noon, when the sun was high in the sky, when they finally walked out of the mountains and came to the real rubble area.

This place was already a plain, and the refugees who could no longer walk found a sheltered place to set up camp and rest. Hawthorne and his party also rested there, set up the tent, lit a fire, cooked, and slowly recovered their strength.

However, even though they enjoyed the delicious food, everyone seemed to be in low spirits. An Nuo was particularly depressed. She usually had a good appetite, but today she only ate a few bites and went back to her tent to rest.

Hawthorne could sense that she was in a bad mood, so he quickly ate a few mouthfuls of his own food and rushed into her tent. When he entered, he saw that the girl had taken off her armor and curled up on her blanket, as if

Like a wounded little animal, licking its wounds alone.

Hearing him come in, An Nuo turned his head and glanced at him, pouting, looking a little aggrieved: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

It’s just a matter of writing “I’m very unhappy, come and comfort me” on his face.

Hawthorne felt a little distressed, then hurried over, sat beside her, put his arm around her shoulders, and held her in his arms: "What's wrong, dear? Is there anything on your mind? You can tell me."

As he spoke, he gently stroked her hair. Sensing her low mood, he felt his own emotions also become shrouded in a haze.

In the game, the Rockseeker Camp will also be attacked from outside, but these are events that only occur in the middle of the game. And players will generally prepare well to ensure that it will never fall.

Even if it is destroyed, it is often done by some evil players who do it themselves for special rewards.

But in short, even if this town is to be destroyed, it should not be destroyed in the hands of outsiders.

However, obviously, he failed to hold on this time. His ability was not enough to deal with an attack of this scale, and even if he purified the earth dragon, he could not defy the army of these large forces.

Thinking of the series of subsequent troubles that would be caused by the destruction of the Rock Seekers' Camp, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"nothing."

An Nuo responded softly, but then answered honestly: "I just feel a little empty inside."

Hawthorne stroked her hair gently: "Is it because we lost the battle and failed to protect the town?"

An Nuo moved his position, rubbed his chest, and shook his head slightly: "Not really... I know my own abilities are limited. Winning or losing a battle is a very common thing."

"I just have some doubts now. Is what I believed before correct?"

Huo Sang hugged her, sat down on the bed next to her, held her little hand, and interlocked their fingers. An Nuo leaned on him, and at this moment, his emotions surged, and he suddenly said faintly: "Huo Sang, I have a dream, um..."

The words came to her lips, but she suddenly couldn't say them. She was a little shy. Biting her lip, she changed the subject and decided to start from another aspect: "Have you read some... strange gossips, celebrity biographies, and anecdotes from all over the world?"

Hawthorne thought about it. In his previous life, when he had nothing to do, he always surfed various social networking sites and forums. He had read the background stories of various heroes in the game countless times. So he nodded firmly: "I like it too. Although I haven't read much, I still know most of it."

"Then have you discovered that, uh, many people, for example..." Annuo's voice was filled with hope. She raised her hand and gestured in the air, "Some great sports stars, art masters, or bards actually came from very ordinary backgrounds."

Hawthorne nodded. This was natural. Perhaps strength could be inherited through blood, but artistic level was definitely innate. No one could pass on his artistic level to others.

Seeing his approval, she suddenly had more hope in her voice: "So, a lot of times I've been thinking, since artistic talent from all walks of life, regardless of high or low, randomly descends into everyone's mind, then..."

"Are there also a large number of such geniuses in those vast, poor and small countries?"

"It's just that their talents may be limited by the times, education or the current social environment they live in, so they are buried all their lives, living a mediocre life, making the world less exciting?"

Hawthorne carefully recalled the gangsters he had encountered at first: the bald man with a giant eye tattooed on his head, the man's superior, the one-eyed man, and Kentez, the commander of the Sannasa Guild...

They all came from poor backgrounds, from the lowest class, had malnutrition since childhood, and lacked systematic, formal training methods. However, they were able to reach a high level of warrior level just by relying on their own exploration.

This is proof of their talent, however, because of the environment in Nangang District, their talent was completely buried, and they could only be low-level warriors throughout their lives.

Considering this, he nodded confidently: "I have seen many such people in Nangang District. Due to the lack of channels for advancement, their talents are buried for life."

An Nuo's eyes lit up, as if she had found a soulmate. This feeling gave her new courage, allowing her to boldly express her wish at this moment.

"So, I have always had a very unrealistic fantasy."

She took a deep breath, as if mustering up her courage: "I hope that the world can remain peaceful forever, and that everyone can give full play to their strengths and bring more wonderful stories to the world."

Chapter 296 Deep Kiss

Saying this seemed to have drained all her courage. Annuo then quickly lowered her head, not daring to let Hawthorne see her expression: "Isn't it a little childish?"

Without waiting for Hawthorne to answer, she hurriedly said, "Don't be in a hurry to deny me. I actually have my own basis. I think this can be achieved."

Hawthorne held her little hand and said seriously, "I also believe that this can be achieved."