Witch Monastery

Under this almost reckless bombing, large numbers of demons were destroyed, and countless evil demons died in lightning before they could even pass through the thorny land.

Even if it was a sturdy ape demon, when it finally rushed in front of them after going through many hardships, it was often already dying. A few warriors could kill it with a few random hacks!

Even if there were a few intact ones, the situation would improve rapidly as long as Annuo took over personally.

Hawthorne also breathed a sigh of relief, and then he and Celine focused on dealing with the Vroth in the air. Soon, under the two of them's bombardment, these human-shaped vultures were also destroyed: the top of the soldiers' heads was basically safe.

"Good boy! Good girl!"

A loud and clear voice sounded familiar. However, when Hawthorne looked up, he knew it was not his friend Bruno: it was the Griffin Knight who also swooped down, circling in the sky and calling out to them.

It's just that because of the common characteristics of the dwarves' race, their voices are generally loud and rough.

The energy in his two storm hammers seemed to have been exhausted, so he just flew in the sky, focusing on dodging. Only when he couldn't dodge anymore would he use the hammer heads to give Flomo's head a hard hit!

"Hold on a little longer, good lads!"

The dwarf roared, waving his warhammer with his strong arms, and cheered them on as he shouted, "The signal for help has been sent out, the Griffin Knights will be here soon, and we will be rescued soon!"

"it is good!"

Hawthorne waved his arms vigorously and shouted at him at the top of his lungs. However, the wind was blowing against him, so he was not sure if the other party heard him clearly. Then he cast a spell again and continued to shoot at the evil demons in the sky.

This is another advantage of magic: in this strong wind, both longbows and heavy crossbows will be affected, but magic will not be affected at all. Even if the environment is bad, these energy beams will still shoot where they are supposed to go!

Time passed slowly, and more demons stepped through the thorny land and came here to besiege Hawthorne and others. The pressure on the front line became greater and greater, and the weapons of the Storm Sisters were on the verge of overheating.

More and more ape-demons came to their front line, and under the heavy punches of these behemoths, the warriors' shields seemed to be powerless.

Not to mention the Sister of Life who had even less combat experience. In fact, if the latter had not been able to take some time off to treat the injuries of others, someone would have been sacrificed at this moment.

Fortunately, after waiting for so long, the reinforcements the dwarves had been expecting finally arrived.

"Ow—!"

A loud eagle cry came from the edge of the sky, accompanied by the dwarves' voices amplified by magic: "Hold on, brothers on the ground, we are coming!"

Hawthorne looked up and saw hundreds of majestic griffins streaking across the sky. At the same time, hammers with white light, like meteors, fell from the backs of the griffins and smashed hard on the bodies of various giant demons!

Boom boom boom boom——!

The hammer that fell to the ground exploded with terrifying energy, and the roar was deafening. Whether it was the ape demon or the Flo demon that was hit, their heads instantly sank and their brains went blank. They were completely stunned by the terrifying thunder and could not move at all!

Not only that, the overflowing lightning and thunder affected the cowardly demons around them, causing these weak evil demons to be seriously injured if not killed!

However, this is just the beginning. After hitting the enemy, these storm hammers are driven by magic and fly back to their masters, waiting for the next round of bombardment!

Ride on the back of a griffin and keep throwing Storm Hammers to the ground, then wait for them to return to your hand before starting over.

This is the fighting style of the dwarfs' most elite troops, the Griffin Knights!

They are like a group of nimble little bombers, leaving no grass behind wherever they pass, making all the countries tremble with fear!

"Well done, these good guys, you are worthy of being the pride of the dwarves!"

The hovering Griffin Riders laughed, as they always do when they are easily emotional, and laughed heartily at this.

Then, he actually controlled the griffin, flapping its wings and riding the strong wind, and landed behind Hawthorne and others.

Looking at their puzzled looks, the dwarf smiled awkwardly and took the initiative to explain: "It must be very tired after flying for so long. I'll let it rest for a while!"

Hawthorne ignored him. He knew that the griffin was a living creature after all, and its physical strength had reached its limit after flying for such a long time carrying a dwarf and two big hammers.

Now that the crisis was basically resolved and victory was certain, he no longer acted as a ruthless magic energy bursting machine, but instead drew his sword, rushed forward at the end of the battle, summoned his own power of purification, and took advantage of the end of the battle to harvest as many purification points as possible.

Soon, the battle was completely over.

The griffin riders landed on a hill in the distance. The dwarves on top turned over and jumped off the griffins. They took out some dried meat and water from the packages to feed their mounts, and then recharged their storm hammers.

The leader of these knights rode the largest and most majestic griffin under him, flew all the way to Hawthorne and his companions, and then landed on the ground.

He did not dismount from the Griffin, but remained on it, shouting to them, "I am of the Second Great Company of Griffin Knights.

Captain Cato, thank you for taking action to save our compatriots."

Then, without waiting for Hawthorne's response, the impatient second captain shouted loudly to the dwarf who had just landed here: "Report, what's the situation!"

"Oh!" the dwarf shouted back, "We came here to investigate the new demons that appeared here, but we found a new Abyssal Portal, and then we encountered these enemies!"

"The investigation team is still stuck behind that mountain. Ah, I have led the large group of demons here. They should be fine!"

As he said this, the dwarf raised his head and pointed at Hawthorne and the others: "Thanks to them for bringing the Flo Demon and a large group of evil demons here, otherwise I would have died here, haha!"

The dwarves are very good in this regard: when they get help from outsiders, they are never stingy in taking credit for them and are very loyal.

Chapter 337 The Dwarf's Headquarters

An Nuo put the Flame Tongue back into the scabbard. Only then did she finally get the chance to speak: "You're welcome. We are just doing our duty to eliminate the evil."

Hawthorne quickly added: "Humans and dwarves are the most steadfast allies when evil demons invade the material world."

"This is our ancient covenant and the obligation upon all of us."

He tried his best to keep a low profile and put it in the context of "this is what we should all do." This way, when the dwarves were asked to open their strongholds later, they would have the final say.

After all, we have all done what we are supposed to do. When it is your turn to fulfill your obligations, you can't keep making excuses, right?

Given the dwarves' personalities, it should be difficult for them to refuse at that time.

That's all he was thinking about, but An Nuo didn't have so many small thoughts. He focused on the current problem: "I heard you just say that there is another investigation team trapped behind?"

"Does your investigation team need treatment? We have a priest who specializes in treatment and can provide assistance to the injured."

The dwarf obviously didn't think too much about it. Hearing this, he slapped his forehead and yelled, "Oh, I almost forgot about this! Yes, come here quickly! Oh my, even with a dwarf's physique, he can't withstand many injuries!"

As he said this, he stopped riding the griffin, spread his short legs, and ran forward.

Hawthorne and the others hurriedly followed, passing through the rocks in front, the land polluted by the devil's filth, and bypassing a grove that had been destroyed. Only then did they see a team of nearly a hundred dwarves, most of whom were already wounded, in a dead end in a valley.

The Sisters of Life immediately stepped forward and cast spells to relieve their pain. Nidalee also conjured up some magical berries and gave one to each of them.

Hawthorne noticed that the leader of the group of dwarves, a middle-aged dwarf wearing heavy armor, who had taken off his helmet and had spells written all over his bald head with carbon-gray magic paint, was looking at him frequently.

For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: What is this for? Could it be that he recognizes me?

He didn't know, but didn't ask much. He put on an enthusiastic attitude, took out his magic book, and walked forward to treat the wounded and wailing dwarves one by one.

As for those who had died, the rest of the people helped them collect their bodies and then transported them back to their hometown for burial.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the sky was already somewhat dark. The second captain of the Griffin Knights looked up at the sky, then frowned slightly.

Then, he walked over quickly and came to Hawthorne's side: "It's too late, we have to go back. But I can't let go of my injured compatriots, sir, can you please escort them back to a safe place?"

coming!

Huo Sang was delighted when he heard this, but he looked a little embarrassed: "You mean escorting them out of the mountain? But as you can see, it's too late, and this place is too far from the rubble area. I'm afraid we can't leave here right away."

"Of course not." The second captain said, "Please escort them to our company's headquarters here. I will leave a soldier to lead the way for you."

The headquarters of the Mountain Dwarf Mining Group is not like other large multinational companies, which are headquartered in the central area to facilitate various bulk trades.

But it is among these mountains.

The dwarfs don't like the deceitful financial process, so their companies have not been listed yet. They just make money by selling goods in a down-to-earth manner, almost never borrow money, and do not allow others to sell on credit.

This causes them to develop very slowly and always miss many opportunities; of course, the benefit is that their cash flow has always been very healthy and they don't have to worry about sudden bankruptcy.

Just like the physique that every dwarf should have, solid and reliable, not prone to poisoning and illness.

In fact, before the Sayin Empire withdrew from the Roof Plateau and the angry mountain dwellers destroyed the rubble area, there were many companies that set up their headquarters in the mountains.

But most of these places were destroyed later, only the dwarves' were almost intact. The mountain people are hostile to outsiders, but generally show leniency to the dwarves.

It has to be said that honest people may suffer losses, but they will gain in the long run - especially for creatures like dwarves who can live for hundreds of years.

Hearing the second captain say this, Huo Sang couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised. He really didn't expect that the other party would allow them to enter right away.

Entering the headquarters was smoother than they had expected.

Even this was not the end. Looking at his face, the second captain added: "Please, the dwarves will always remember everything you have done."

He did not mention anything about compensation. If someone else said this, it would probably be a blank check that could never be cashed, and would be a way to fool the young people.

But he is a dwarf.

A stubborn, rude and inflexible dwarf.

Therefore, Hawthorne nodded gently: "Okay, if your company's headquarters allows us to stay there and rest."

"They will," said the second captain. "I'll give you my token."

As he spoke, he took out a rectangular plate made of fine steel from his pocket. On it were written some words in the dwarven language that Hawthorne could not understand: "Take it, my brother, and we will talk in detail when you get to the company!"

"goodbye!"

As he spoke, he rode the griffin and flew up into the sky. Hawthorne waved goodbye to him, and on the other side of the hillside, the resting griffin knights also took off one after another, following their captain, flying towards the direction of the setting sun, and soon disappeared at the edge of the sky.

Looking at the token in his hand, Hawthorne couldn't help but feel happy. The process of finding the dwarf seemed to be smoother than he had imagined. He originally thought that this journey would take another two or three days before there would be more reliable results.

Without further delay, he called upon his warriors and nuns to get ready, asked the guide to lead the way, and then he supported the wounded and carried the bodies, and set off together, heading straight for the headquarters of the Dwarf Company.

On the road, the dwarf with plate armor, a shaved head and strange patterns painted on his skin couldn't stop looking at Hawthorne, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but start thinking about whether he should take the initiative to find the other party. After walking for a distance, the dwarf seemed to have made up his mind and walked towards him.

Hawthorne, who had been secretly observing the other party, breathed a sigh of relief, then put on a calm attitude and said to the other party: "Sir, you are looking for me?"

The strange old dwarf nodded slowly.

"You are Nigel Hawthorne, right?" he said slowly, "Bruno mentioned you to me. I hope I am right."

Bruno?

hiss……

Hawthorne couldn't help but think of the dwarf's big beard and loud voice, and then he muttered to himself, could it be that this guy is also a big mouth and tells my affairs everywhere?

"Yes, I am." He nodded. "May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Gundren Rockscalder, a priest in the field of forging and a Stormhammer blacksmith," he said. "Thank you for your efforts in defending Rockseeker Town before, and thank you for your help today."

"Bruno is right. You are indeed a reliable friend."

Hawthorne secretly looked forward to it, then shook his head humbly: "It's nothing, I just did it then, and now, right here, these are what I should do."

After a pause, he continued, "I only regret that my power is not strong enough to defeat those greedy invaders."

Gundren nodded slightly: "As expected, even though humans are greedy, there are also people like you who are brave and selfless and willing to stand up."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind: "Bruno mentioned to me before that you have a Storm Hammer and want to adjust and upgrade it?"

Hawthorne nodded quickly: "Yes, we have already investigated clearly at that time, it was the devil who was causing trouble in the mountain."

"However, the Storm Hammer I hold has very limited effect on some powerful demons, so I thought about upgrading it."

As he said this, he showed a look of regret: "It's just that Bruno said that this kind of thing doesn't conform to your company's rules, so it didn't happen."

Chapter 338 Bruno's Death

Gundren nodded. "That was indeed the case at the time. Bruenor ran around for a long time and found many Stormhammer blacksmiths to make a big fuss about it, but unfortunately it still came to nothing."

Hawthorne's expression changed, and he felt a little touched: "He..."

"Yeah, he lost a lot of face because of this." Gundren sighed, "Unfortunately, rules are rules."

Hawthorne was immediately moved. He could imagine that day, after Bruno rejected him, he felt very sorry, so he ran around, begging for help, hoping that someone would do him a favor...

As he spoke, the old priest in the forging field stretched out his short, thick, calloused hand to him and said, "Here, take it. According to the rules, I can't help you with these, but now is an extraordinary period, and for the sake of our old friend, I will make an exception and help you this time."

At this moment, Hawthorne finally didn't need to hide his joy anymore: "Thank you!"

As he said this, he took out the Storm Hammer from his dimensional bag and handed it to him. Gundren narrowed his eyes, carefully looked at the dwarven runes on it, and asked, "Do you have any special needs? For example, expand the charging capacity, or add some self-charging capabilities?"

Self-charging is like the magic books in Hawthorne's hands. It automatically gains one charge every twenty-four hours, so that he does not need to consume mana to perform its function once.

Hawthorne hurriedly shook his head: "No need

Expansion and self-charging. I am a spellcaster myself, uh... I have a lot of mana to spare."

As he spoke, his brain worked rapidly, organizing his words: "We can remove all the energy storage modules. Then, since demons are generally resistant to lightning, I hope to replace the parts that damage from lightning with thunder."

"This way, although the power may be smaller, it can make the enemy dizzy and tinnitus last longer."

He described his needs with expectation in his eyes: "Can these be done?"

Gundren nodded. "No problem. These are all very basic needs. Give me seven days. After seven days, you can come to my workshop to pick them up."

As he said that, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him. Hawthorne was in a relaxed mood, stretched out his hand to take it, and then asked casually: "Oh, yes, where is Bruno? This is an extraordinary period, he should be very busy now, right?"