Witch Monastery

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Adlan has indeed woken up. Over the past few days, with the help of divine magic, his injuries have almost healed. Although his body is still very weak, at least his fractures and ruptured internal organs have fully recovered. All he needs is a day or two of rest and he should be able to return to his peak condition.

But compared to the physical pain, the more terrible thing was his mental torment. Whether it was the painful memories of the defeat or the guilt towards Anno, Hawthorne and others who helped him, they were all tormenting him madly.

All he wanted now was to get back to Jinlong Bank as soon as possible, report the details to his superiors, and then take a long vacation to have a good rest.

However, what he never expected was that in this rubble area less than half a day's journey away from his headquarters, something unexpected happened again.

Just as he finished washing up and was about to have a simple breakfast, Hawthorne called out from a distance: "Mr. Adelan,

, your relatives are here to visit you! "

Adlan's eyes were confused as he turned his head to look into the distance, and then he saw Hawthorne, a strange female orc, and a familiar tall figure approaching.

When he saw the man clearly, his expression suddenly changed: "Uncle Davil!"

He was in a very complicated mood at the moment. On the one hand, he really needed help from his uncle; but on the other hand, he didn't want his uncle to dig out the information he had...

Over there, when facing his nephew, Davill's face was once again filled with that confident smile.

Hearing his voice, the golden elf nodded slightly and said, "It's me, Adlan. Um, where is your tent? Let's have a chat."

Adlan looked at him in doubt, then glanced at Hawthorne, and finally lowered his head as if resigned to his fate, turned around and led a few people back to his tent.

After sitting down here, Davil immediately said: "There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Adlan gritted his teeth secretly: "Listen to the good news first!"

"The good news is that the matter you asked me to find out has been solved." Davil said, "The bad news is that this matter is more troublesome than expected, and you may not be able to afford the price."

Adlan was speechless, and finally lowered his head dejectedly: "Well, uncle, what do I have to pay?"

Davil still had a smile on his face: "After all, we are an intelligence network, so some first-hand intelligence may be far more valuable to us than gold."

"I remember that your martial arts and magic were both outstanding. This time you went out with a group of elites who were even better than you, but in the end, this was the result."

"I want to know what happened in the mountains? And how are the others doing now?"

Adlan glanced at Hawthorne again, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Davil hurriedly said, "Mr. Hawthorne has also made a lot of efforts in this process, so I have an obligation to share the information with him."

Yagra raised her head and stared at the half-elf's face.

Adlan was silent for a long time, and he looked like he was struggling. But in the end, he spoke: "In fact, there were no new changes or dangers in the mountains. We were defeated simply because we underestimated the enemy and fell into Monbot's trap."

As he spoke, he sighed, "But if this matter gets out, it will have a very negative impact on the group's reputation. That's why I don't want to tell Father Hawthorne. I decided to tell the Golden Dragons first and let them find a way to deal with the public opinion."

Hawthorne frowned slightly. What Adlan said was true. The same fact, if packaged in different publicity methods, would produce absolutely different effects.

The most classic example is repeated failures and repeated battles.

The same fact, if promoted by the Golden Dragons, might allow them to be labeled as tragic heroes; but in the hands of their enemies, it would become words like "incompetent".

However, he was still unhappy with Adlan's practice of putting his company's reputation above the safety of the city: after all, if Mompot really caused a big incident again, he and Anno would most likely be the first to suffer.

Davil's expression was serious: "Don't talk about that. Tell me the whole process, all the details, and most importantly, what are Monpot's abilities!"

Chapter 347: The Traitor in the Mountain Cleansers Alliance

Adlan closed his eyes and fell into the painful memory: "We were ordered to kill Mompot. At first, it went smoothly. We quickly confirmed the specific location of the Abyss Lord, and then equipped with everything we could use, and launched a surprise attack on him."

"The beginning of this battle was a crushing defeat. We beat him so hard that he fled in panic. He tried to use his demons to stop them and escape, but those demons were just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They couldn't stop us at all."

"We chased him all the way to a snowy valley. We thought that Mompot had reached the end of his rope and would die here alone, but..."

At this point, his voice trembled: "It was a trap! None of us thought that this guy had actually mastered the nine-ring spell 'Meteor Explosion', and he had never used it before!"

"So, in that valley, he used this spell to hit us, and melted the snow there. Under the ice was a nest that he had been planning for a long time and had set up countless traps."

"We fell in and were separated, but the mountain collapsed and the ground was buried. I didn't even have the ability to fly out."

"We were forced to play a cat-and-mouse game with him in that dark, bloody and terrifying maze. However, every time he roared, the evil power would invade my brain and make me fall into fear; and when I regained my sanity, I would immediately hear the screams of my comrades..."

"I saw the torn bodies of my comrades... I was alive only because I was the last one..."

At this point, Adlan closed his eyes, his expression extremely painful. His teeth were even chattering. It was conceivable that what he had seen in the Monport Lair had left him with a lot of psychological trauma, even though he was a battle-hardened ranger.

Hawthorne's expression was extremely serious. This was definitely not good news. You know, the demons were all chaotic and moody by nature. They definitely didn't have the perseverance to

Specialize in training your innate spellcasting ability.

And in this case, the fact that Mompot could master the Nine-Ring spell was enough to show how special it was.

According to pessimistic estimates, its strength may even be comparable to the long-established legendary demon lords such as Baphomet, the King of the Giant Bull Demons, and Ye Nogu, the King of the Jackals.

In fact, this battle was the battle that made it famous, and Port Liber was the stepping stone on its road to fame...

……

Davil then asked about many details, and even though this put Adlan in great mental pain, he did not feel any heartache, as if the one who had experienced all that horror was not his nephew, but a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Finally, after obtaining satisfactory information, he ended the interrogation, turned around and left the tent with Hawthorne, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Standing outside, facing the morning sunshine and cold wind, Davil was in a good mood and felt that everything he had done was worth it.

On the contrary, Yagola was quite dissatisfied with his actions just now, and couldn't help but said: "You shouldn't have questioned him like that just now. Didn't you notice that his emotions were about to collapse?"

"After all, he is your nephew, right?"

Born in a tribe, she attached great importance to blood relations and did not quite understand the family relationship of the elves. Davil did not comment on this, just thinking that his bodyguard was being stupid out of ignorance.

Hawthorne then said, "Okay, now it's our turn to make a deal. Mr. Darville, what is the little secret of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance that you mentioned?"

Davil let out a long breath, his expression relaxed, even a little happy. He didn't seem to worry about the future of the material world at all. I don't know whether he had no confidence in his nephew's ability and vision, or he was too confident in the power of Libel Port.

After hearing Hawthorne's question, he nodded slightly, with a smile that showed everything was under control on his face again: "Of course, you can tell me now."

As he spoke, he stared into Hawthorne's eyes and said, "Among the senior officials of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance, there is a traitor sent by Monbot. It is very likely to be a succubus, of course, it could be something else."

Hawthorne's pupils shrank slightly, and Davil continued, "She is hiding in the Gaoling tribe, secretly planning and manipulating many things. I think if she can be used properly, she will surely deal a fatal blow to those minotaurs."

"What do you think?"

Hawthorne's eyes were cold: "So, who is she?"

Davil spread his hands: "I don't know."

Hawthorne's eyebrows suddenly raised: "What did you say?"

"I really don't know." Davil said. Seeing Hawthorne's anxious expression, he suddenly became in a good mood. "Since you know me so well, you should also know about our dark intelligence network and our operating mode."

"I do have an informant in the Mountain Cleansers Alliance. Although she is young, she is a smart and extremely vigilant girl. Unless I promised her that I could help her get rid of this traitor, she refused to reveal this key information to me."

As he spoke, he spread his hands again and smiled, but it seemed that he was mocking Hawthorne: "And I am just an intelligence officer who is powerless. I really don't have the power to help her. Unlike you, you can repel the mad giant bear totem barbarian with one sword, and you can also deal with such a terrible earth dragon..."

Bullshit!

You are a legitimate level 10 spellcaster after all. On paper, your strength may be even stronger than mine. You can also easily control the spellcasting ability of that bear. Why are you talking nonsense to me here!

Hawthorne's eyes flickered, and the faces of Nidalee, Toren and Bruno kept appearing in his mind, and his fists clenched slightly.

"Tell me the contact information of your informant." He said, "I will help her get rid of this traitor!"

Davil nodded gently: "My informant is a young but smart satyr girl. To be honest, she was the first to discover my attempt to plant an informant in the Mountain Cleansers Alliance, and then she took the initiative to find me..."

Hawthorne's expression changed. When he mentioned "Fauna Duel", he couldn't help but think of the Fauna Duel mistress, Willow Greenvine.

Afterwards, some complaints inevitably emerged in his heart: he trusted the other party, but the war broke out inevitably, the Rock Seekers town was destroyed, the demons were wreaking havoc in the mountains, and everything was heading towards the worst direction that no one wanted to see.

Although he could probably guess that this was not her intention, as one of the leaders of the alliance, her incompetence in not stopping the war became the source of his resentment towards her.

"Oh, right."

Davil suddenly thought of something and continued, "My informant also said that in order to ensure reliability, it would be best to have a paladin to assist her in dealing with this trouble."

Hawthorne came back to his senses slightly, then straightened his face and said in a serious tone: "I have a paladin, let's get on with the point."

So Davil smiled and told the contact information and other key information one by one.

Chapter 348 The Current Status of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance

Deep in the mountains, on a sheltered open space somewhere.

The power of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance had shrunk by about 90%, and the population of the Mountain Worshipers Tribe had also suffered nearly 90% casualties.

After all, the headquarters of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance is

The Archdruid Ilarod wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to bring a lot of privileges and benefits to his tribe, but he never thought that this move would bring disaster to himself.

But this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that most of the liaison officers originally placed in the headquarters of various small tribes have died.

Without them, and after the attack, the five leading tribes, including the Mountain Worshipers, and the headquarters of the entire alliance had to migrate hastily to safer places and merge into a larger settlement in order to protect themselves.

Therefore, under the current situation, it is extremely difficult for those small tribes to find the five major tribes and contact the alliance headquarters.

Overnight, the entire mountain range returned to the state before the establishment of the alliance. The small tribes quickly returned to a state of isolation and helplessness. Then, under the butcher knife of Mompot, they could not protect themselves and were finally wiped out.

The size of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance has now shrunk by nearly 90%. This alliance, which was established to protect allies, was of no use when the allies were truly facing a life-and-death crisis.

Today, in the new headquarters of the Mountain Cleaners Alliance, which is a large open space surrounded by a fence, there are square wooden temporary houses and round white cloth tents.

The mixture of houses of various styles does not look like a tribe or an alliance, but rather like a refugee camp put together from all sides.

But there was no other way. In this harsh winter, the tribesmen had to have a place to live. It was not easy to put together such temporary houses.

At the entrance of the camp, Ilarod looked at everything inside, his eyes full of worry.

He knew that such a simple house could not withstand the real cold. If there was another heavy snowfall in the mountains, who knows how many people would freeze to death.

But he was powerless to do anything about it. The wilderness had been severely polluted. Even if he was not as sensitive as the satyrs, his own strength had been weakened to a certain extent.

Only more than ten days had passed, but he seemed to have aged ten years. His face had many more wrinkles like tree bark, and he looked much more haggard.

Fortunately, he had not completely collapsed. At least, the five major tribes of the alliance were still very strong, and the core strength still existed. The only ones who were lost were cannon fodder.

Moreover, the five major tribes are now relatively united with each other and are ready to overcome difficulties together.

Thinking of this, he then turned his head and looked to the other side.

Over there, on a makeshift platform, a female minotaur with big breasts, plump buttocks, and shiny black hair was waving her arms and loudly mobilizing the minotaurs below the stage:

“No matter what difficulties we encounter, we should not be afraid! Face them bravely! The best way to eliminate fear is to face it! Persistence is victory! Come on, minotaurs!”

Below the stage, the minotaurs gathered in a circle and shouted loudly, like her fanatical followers: "Come on! Minotaurs!"

Suddenly, Ilarod's eyes were filled with relief.

He naturally recognized who the female minotaur was. She was a woman whose clan was exterminated and whom Toren rescued after a mission.

Today, her name is Ines Gaoling.

Perhaps because her appearance and figure are in line with the aesthetics of normal tauren, she is very popular in the Gaoling tribe. In the current difficult situation, she has taken the initiative to step forward and mobilize the tauren who are full of endurance and not afraid of the cold to take on more responsibilities.

She acted like a selfless female leader.

Ilarod heard that Toren's father and many people from the Gaoling tribe all hoped that she could marry Toren. After all, before, perhaps only the chief could possess such a powerful mobilization ability.

Although Toren has an ambiguous attitude towards this, his father admires Inès's ability to mobilize people and is said to be secretly pushing this matter forward.

In the past, Ilarod would definitely be worried and try to thwart the marriage and marry his daughter to Toren - after all, this was what the latter really wanted, and Toren was also the future leader of the Gaoling tribe.

After the two get married, Toren and his tribe will completely obey his leadership, and his position will be secure.

But now, Ilarod just hopes that everything will be safe and no more lives will be lost.

As for who will lead the Mountain Cleaners Alliance, it will depend on the free competition of the next generation.

After all, the only hope for my people to survive is these minotaurs. As for my rule, let it be shaken...

He turned his head and looked outside the new temporary village. In the biting cold wind, it was difficult for humans, orcs, and bears to carry out normal work.

Only the satyrs and minotaurs could continue to move trees and build houses - but the former were too few in number, so the latter became the only means for the civilians to survive the winter.

On the other side, after healing the injuries of several injured minotaurs, the satyr matriarch Willow Greenvine, who was resting, was also admiring Inès's heroic figure.

Even though it was already winter, the satyr mistress was still only wearing a robe the color of withered yellow leaves, which completely covered her slender, plump and soft body, without revealing a single bit of her beauty.

But this robe

The robe can only cover her skin, but it can't hide her proud body curves. When the cold wind blows, the soft robe clings to her body, and the lines of her chest, waist, buttocks and even thighs are vaguely visible, which still makes people's blood boil.

She looked at Ines with envy, then poked her only daughter, Adele Green Vine, and said, "Look at her. She is so popular. You should learn from her and talk to others more. Don't stay in the room alone all the time and avoid communicating with others!"

The young satyr girl was slightly different from her mother, her hair color was light pink instead of her mother's pure white. But the biggest difference was their figures. Perhaps it was because all the nutrients went into her brain, but she was already not small this year, but her figure was definitely poor even among humans.

Not to mention among the Centaurs.

Hearing her mother's words, Adele raised her eyes, her long eyelashes reflecting the morning light, and her beautiful eyes glanced at Inès on the stage, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.