Witch Monastery

Here it comes! "

At this moment, Hawthorne understood why the dwarves had such loud voices. In such a noisy environment, if you don't speak like this, others won't be able to hear you!

Soon, footsteps were heard inside the room, and then the door opened. Gundren, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts, appeared at the door: "Well, go ahead. Hawthorne, please come in."

The dwarf who led the way left without looking back. Hawthorne stepped into Gundren's room and felt that it was even hotter and stuffier than outside.

He couldn't help but take off his coat, and Gundren realized that this environment was not suitable for him to stay for too long, so he immediately walked to the cabinet beside him, opened it, and took out a silver short-handled warhammer from it: "It has been adjusted according to your requirements. It can now carry a maximum of about the mana of a third-level spell at a time, and it is also specialized in single-point stun."

"This specialized function... Haha, I can't imagine anyone who can stay awake after being hit by such a hammer. He must have been unconscious for at least three to five seconds!"

Huo Sang took it, looked at the Storm Hammer in his hand, and couldn't help but praise: "Oh, now, even if I meet Monpot, I am sure I can knock it out with one blow of my hammer!"

Gundren smiled softly. This dwarf was different from his young compatriots who were carefree and noisy. He was more calm and serious.

From this rare smile, we can see that he is in a really good mood: "Then you probably won't have a chance."

Hearing this, Hawthorne's expression suddenly changed: "Hmm? What do you mean?"

He suddenly realized that the dwarves who were rooted in the mountains had much more information than what he could see now.

"Before, the Golden Dragon Bank organized a team to hunt down the culprit of all this, Monbot." Gundren said, "My brother also signed up. According to his last news, the people selected this time are all well-known adventurers who are even more powerful than him."

Gold dragons have always had a good reputation, and dwarves who are difficult to trust others are also inclined to cooperate with them.

Although like other dragons - except the blue dragon - it is always stingy in its actions, destroying the demon lord can also bring fame to the adventurers, so it can be considered a win-win situation for both parties.

Gundren smiled as he said this: "Based on past experience, the Abyss Lord who was not famous before is probably not that strong. With the strength of their team, they are able to hunt him down."

"Mr. Hawthorne, if you want to accomplish the feat of hunting the Abyss Lord, you will probably have to wait until next time."

Hawthorne's expression changed: "Your brother is also a priest in the forging field like you?"

The dwarf nodded. "That's right."

"What about the others?"

"He didn't say that." Gundren shook his head. "This matter must be confidential. The specific list will not be leaked."

"Oh...that's right." Hawthorne was thoughtful, but he was actually a little uneasy in his heart. But then he smiled happily: "That's true, ha, that's great, with such a reliable team to solve the crisis, the crisis of the demons will not be far from being resolved."

Gundren also smiled, and after the two chatted for a while, Hawthorne got up and said goodbye, handed in the task, and took on a new task. He and Anno went to urge the progress of the legal department of the dwarf company. After a lot of trouble and exhaustion, he fell asleep in Celine's arms.

……

The next day, Hawthorne and his companions received a new mission and set out again under the leadership of a new guide group. They went to a new dwarf mine to eliminate the evil demons. While training their troops, they also accumulated purification points for themselves.

After a day and a morning of trekking, they finally arrived at the location, then took a rest and started fighting in the afternoon of the next day.

The process of extermination was still very smooth. After performing so many tasks of this kind, they were already familiar with it: first study the terrain inside the mine, set traps at key intersections, and then put out some bait and make some noise to lure out the demons, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop.

During this process, Hawthorne personally purified an ape demon, a berserker demon, and countless cowardly demons, earning more than 4,000 points in one go, which was a fruitful harvest.

In fact, after several days of continuous fighting, he had accumulated 20,000 purification points, which was enough for upgrading. However, he was not in a hurry, after all, there were still a lot of troop-dispatching buildings in the monastery that had not been unlocked.

However, just as they confirmed that there was no longer an enemy in the mine and were preparing to return to the Dwarf Company headquarters with their spoils of victory, a vague black shadow appeared in the distance in the sky, flapping its huge wings and approaching this side rapidly.

The sun had already set below the mountain, and the light had become blurred. The people who had just relaxed were instantly alert again, raising their weapons and ready to attack at any time.

Then they heard the dark shadow let out a shrill roar, the voice full of pain.

"Oh my god, this is so annoying." The dwarf guide couldn't help but complain, "Another demon has come. Who knows how many more will follow it!"

After an afternoon of preparation, fighting and searching, the guides were already extremely tired and really didn't want to fight another battle.

Hawthorne frowned, feeling that the voice was not like that of an ordinary demon.

After all, they have heard too many roars of Flo Demon, Ape Demon and Berserker Demon in these days.

"Wait a moment, don't attack yet." He continued, "Shilin, create a strong light source and see what it is!"

At the side, Celine raised her hand and quickly chanted a spell, then a small sun slowly emerged above her body, illuminating the entire earth in an instant.

Hawthorne frowned and looked over. At this moment, he finally saw the other person's true identity.

Is that a... golden dragon beast?

Looking at the Tyrannosaurus Rex that looked like it was smiling twice, with scales as bright as gold and a pair of huge dragon wings on its back, Hawthorne was slightly surprised.

"There's a person lying on its back." Celine suddenly said. She used her ability to focus the light and thus see more clearly. "No... it's a half-elf!"

Hawthorne's expression changed.

Half-elf? Gold dragon beast?

Someone from Golden Dragon Bank?

Dragon Beast Guard Ranger?

“Stay alert, but don’t attack!” he called. “Nidalee, is there anything you can do… well, never mind.”

He was just thinking about whether there was a way to show kindness to the dragon beast and let it carry the half-elf down to find them, when he saw that guy flying all the way towards them, stumbling and finally falling to the ground, with a pitiful whine in his throat: "Roar..."

The nuns looked at the huge creature, each with a look of curiosity and fear, not daring to move forward. Hawthorne reached out and patted Nidalee: "Godberry!"

The latter quickly cast a spell, summoning ten magic berries. Hawthorne took them in his hand, then rushed forward quickly, threw five into the dragon's mouth, and squeezed the other five into juice and poured it into the half-elf's mouth.

As soon as the juice of the magic berry entered the half-elf's mouth, it immediately penetrated completely and disappeared. Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that this guy was still alive, he still had life, so he could absorb the plum full of vitality.

That's good, as long as you are still alive.

He thought so and then looked at the half-elf carefully.

Chapter 341 Adelan Xingge

Well, it fits his impression of half-elves.

The man on the dragon's back looked tall and thin, with a handsome face, no beard, and short pointed ears. At first glance, he looked similar to a human, but he also had some elf features.

Look at what he was wearing, green leather armor with studs, glowing with magical light, but there was a huge, hideous wound on his back, which also dyed his entire back dark red.

He had a scabbard at his waist, but the scimitar inside was gone; he had a quiver on his back, but it was empty too.

Add to that the fact that he can command dragon beasts, and this person's occupation should be obvious.

A ranger with the drake guardian archetype.

Hawthorne made such a judgment. Not only that, he believed that this ranger was most likely of a high level, otherwise, his dragon beast would not have grown so big.

Moreover, considering that this is a golden dragon beast, he should be from the Golden Dragon Bank?

hiss……

Could they be members of the team that Gundren mentioned going to hunt down Mompot?

If not, although the dragon beast guard is indeed not very strong, considering the size of this dragon beast, it shouldn't be so embarrassed.

What happened to him?

Huo Sang had countless conjectures in his mind, and at this moment, the huge dragon beast slowly stood up. Its injuries were not that serious to begin with, and now it swallowed five life plums in one breath, and it was instantly almost healed.

It was breathing heavily. Facing Hawthorne, who saved it and its owner, this guy showed no hostility. He even stretched his head over and rubbed his forearm.

This action seems very intimate.

Hawthorne was not surprised at all, as he knew that his high charm could attract all kinds of supernatural magical creatures. Dragons belonged to the material world and were the highest level of all normal magical creatures, so it was normal for them to be attracted to his physique.

He reached out and scratched its chin, then patted its head with his backhand, like petting a cat, and then said in broken dragon language: "Come with me, I will take you to a safe place."

Dragon beasts can understand dragon language, but they cannot speak it - their language functions are not fully developed, so they can only understand but not speak.

Hearing what he said, the dragon beast had no intention of resisting, and followed Hawthorne with its master on its back. Over there, the dwarf who was acting as a guide looked at the dragon beast's big mouth, then looked at his own body, and suspected that this guy only needed one bite to swallow him whole, so he subconsciously moved away.

The nuns around looked at it with fear and curiosity. Coming from slums, no matter how strong they were, they had never seen such a tall, majestic, golden and wonderful creature.

A few brave nuns finally mustered up the courage, walked up and stretched out their hands, as if wanting to touch it, but the dragon beast immediately turned its head, glared and bared its teeth, with a ferocious and manic look, which scared them back.

Hawthorne had to stroke its head again and again to calm it down, but as soon as anyone dared to get close to it, it would immediately return to its irritable attitude.

Even Nidalee couldn't do it. She also wanted to come up and touch the dragon beast, even at the cost of casting spells. But everything was in vain. Except for Hawthorne, this guy didn't let anyone get close.

Helpless, Huo Sang spread his hands, smiled gently at everyone, and then said: "Let's go.

Let's go back and try to get back to the dwarf headquarters tomorrow night."

The group then got up and moved away from the mining area, returning a distance before setting up camp to rest. The dragon beast followed them closely, carrying its master on its back, and still did not allow anyone to approach.

Except Hawthorne.

When they set up camp, the dragon beast did not show any impatience. It was very human and found a corner to stay in, ready to spend the night.

However, it has thick skin and is not afraid of the cold, but its seriously injured and unconscious master cannot withstand the cold mountain wind in deep winter.

So after dinner, Hawthorne used the extra tent to set up a new tent, then got on the dragon's back, took the half-elf down, and placed him inside.

During this process, the dragon beast did not resist at all, as if it had completely trusted Hawthorne, even though he took its master away.

In this way, Hawthorne settled the ranger. When he came out of the tent, he found that the nuns, led by Nidalee and Carol, had no intention of resting at all.

Their gazes kept on the dragon beast, curiosity still flickering in their eyes, and they frequently talked in low voices, as if they were itching to do something.

As for the dragon beast, it curled up vigilantly in the corner of their makeshift camp, staring at the nuns with wide eyes and baring its teeth from time to time, warning them not to come near.

Seeing the girls' true desire, Hawthorne felt helpless: "No, do you really want to touch it?"

Hearing this, the nuns all looked shy, but some were brave enough to be open-minded because they were already familiar with Hawthorne. "Yes, it looks so beautiful. Father, can you let us touch it?"

Hawthorne sighed, but did not refuse. He walked to the dragon beast, gently touched its huge head, and then persuaded it in his poor dragon language: "Look, we gave you food and saved your master. It's not too much for you to let my nuns touch you a few times, right?"

Even with the dragon beast's appetite, five sacred berries were enough to satisfy its needs - not to mention that they were full of vitality, which greatly alleviated its injuries.

"Besides," Hawthorne continued, "you also saw that tonight, you have to trouble them to take care of your master, right?"

After hearing his words, the dragon beast looked obviously a little reluctant, but it did retract its bared teeth, and its wide-open eyes drooped slightly, looking submissive.

Hawthorne sighed, said "thank you for your hard work" in dragon language, then raised his hand to call the girls: "Come over, it allows it. Don't be too presumptuous, line up, and come one by one."

The girls came over happily, but soon there was no order. A dozen girls gathered in a circle and started stroking the dragon beast from head to tail.

The dragon beast lowered its eyes. As a noble dragon creature, it felt a strong sense of rejection at this moment. The touch of these female humanoid creatures made it shiver with disgust, but thinking that all this was for its master, it could only endure it silently.

Unconsciously, as it entered the state, it slowly felt a strange pleasure from this humiliation. This pleasure made it shocked and ashamed, and it quickly warned itself not to sink, otherwise it would turn into a strange dragon beast.

But the soul is hypocritical and the body is honest. As time passed, it slowly closed its eyes, relaxed its body, breathed evenly, no longer resisting at all, and allowed these female humanoid creatures to do whatever they wanted.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Waking up from Nidalee's morning bite, Hawthorne got up, washed, and just as he was preparing breakfast, the Sister of Life who was in charge of taking care of the unconscious half-elf ran towards him and reported: "Father, that person is awake!"

Hawthorne hurriedly caught up with her and came to the half-elf's tent, where he saw the half-elf ranger looking around blankly with a pair of confused eyes.

"Hello." Hawthorne greeted him tentatively, fearing that he had hurt his brain. "How do you feel now? Tell me, one, two, three, three, two, one, ah, ah?"

The half-elf's expression changed, and he looked a little speechless. He pursed his lips, and finally said with difficulty: "I'm fine. Did you save me?"

Hawthorne nodded: "Well... to be precise, it was your dragon beast that carried you and took the initiative to find us, and then rescued us."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Don't worry, it's safe here."

Hearing this, the half-elf suddenly became excited: "Dragon beast? Have you seen my Zak? Where is it now?"

Hawthorne said, "It is resting in the camp. Don't worry, its injuries have almost healed and it is now healthy and safe."

The half-elf heaved a sigh of relief, and then reminded: "Please be careful. Although Zach has a high intelligence, he is irritable and easily angered. He rejects humanoid creatures. If he is dissatisfied, he may attack and hurt people."

Hawthorne was silent for a moment, thinking about last night's behavior of the dragon beast, when its eyes rolled back, its tongue stuck out, and it even turned over on its own initiative to expose its belly. He really didn't dare to connect it with what the half-elf said.

But he still nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. I will let my subordinates pay attention."

Beside him, Sister Life, who came in with him, covered her mouth and laughed secretly, trying very hard to endure it.

The half-elf didn't quite understand why she was laughing, but he didn't ask, and continued, "I am

Adlan Starsong, an ordinary ranger."

Chapter 342 The Little Secret of Golden Dragon Bank

Hawthorne raised an eyebrow.

Star song?

This surname is a common surname among the gold elves nowadays, and elves are originally sparsely populated, so all the gold elves or half-elves with this surname are more or less related to each other.

Moreover, this surname has produced many talented people, such as Edmund Starsong, the general manager of the Golden Dragon Bank in Libel Port, and Davil Starsong, a senior agent in the Dark Intelligence Network, and so on...

Hiss, we’re about to get on the line. It will be much easier to deal with golden elves and even golden dragons in the future.