Witch Monastery

Misunderstanding? Was the destruction of Rockhound a misunderstanding?

Hawthorne sneered in his heart, then shook his head: "Oh, then there is nothing we can do about it. As we all know, dwarves are very vengeful. No one can persuade them."

Toren gritted his teeth, without any trace of his previous pride, and said humbly: "So, we also want to ask Ms. Annuo, can you help clear up this misunderstanding? After all, we are facing a powerful enemy, and now is the time to join forces to fight the enemy..."

Ruger suddenly raised his head and looked at Toren, and suddenly understood why you suddenly gave in even though you had agreed to find fault with each other together.

It turned out to be because of this!

Since they are different tribes and different races, the difficulties they are facing and the interests they need to fight for are naturally different.

Unlike the Stoneskin Tribe, where everyone can transform into a bear and their own teeth and claws are their best weapons, if the Tauren want to exert their combat effectiveness, large and heavy weapons are absolutely indispensable.

Chapter 369: Honest Man Danqi

The Gaoling tribe's original plan was to rob the Rockseeker town so that they would have enough weapons and could expand wildly in the mountains, replenishing their supplies as they plundered and fighting to support themselves.

Therefore, even if this offends the dwarves, there is no need to worry in the next few decades.

But they never expected that the demonic attack would come so quickly. Well, now they are short of money, food, weapons, logging tools, and building materials...

So as soon as they offended the dwarves, they had to pitifully seek various ways to improve their relationship with them in order to obtain more metal weapons and tools.

After hearing this, Annuo suddenly realized.

Oh, no wonder Hawthorne suddenly got angry just now, it turned out that he was sure that these guys needed the dwarves' metal tools, and now each of us has the highest reputation among the dwarves. We are the only channel they have seen to get in touch with the dwarves!

That's it!

After understanding his plan, Annuo smiled and pinched his waist without leaving a trace. Then he said perfunctorily: "Let's talk about it later. The dwarves attach great importance to these. I can give it a try, but this matter needs to be considered carefully to avoid causing more trouble."

Torun suppressed his dissatisfaction and thought about the tribe's current needs, so he had to put on a flattering smile: "Then, please say a few more words, Ms. Annuo."

After saying this, the meeting finally came to an end.

When they walked out of the account office, Willow's expression was still a little bit unbelievable. Seeing that Toren and the others were so aggressive, and Hawthorne was even more young and aggressive, he slammed the table and stood up to leave.

At that time, she was so anxious that she shed tears. She even disregarded her own identity and image, and hugged An Nuo and begged her not to leave.

But she never expected that this incident would lead to Toren making huge concessions, which made the whole thing go very smoothly. She thought she would need more help.

The consensus that took several rounds of negotiations was finally reached in less than two hours.

Her eyes couldn't help but keep looking at Hawthorne's profile, looking at the handsome lines, and wondering if this young man who looked quite gentle on weekdays could be so powerful once he got angry that he could even subdue people like Toren and Ruger?

Thinking back to when he got angry, Ruger's silence and Toren's respectful look formed a sharp contrast with their disregard for his words. Willow couldn't help but feel a little curious about Hawthorne.

Compared to her, An Nuo now looked more relaxed and happy about the initial completion of the plan.

Recalling the entire negotiation, she suddenly reached out and pinched Hawthorne's waist: "Hao Sang, why didn't you tell me before? You got angry all of a sudden, and I wasn't prepared. I thought you were really going to leave."

Huo Sang grimaced in pain, and quickly hugged her and begged for mercy: "It hurts... An Nuo, let go, let go, hiss... I didn't mean to get angry at first, I just wanted to have a good talk with them and exchange ideas."

"I didn't expect that they would bite us back first. If we continue to tolerate them at this time, they will definitely be more aggressive."

"I had no choice, so I had to turn hostile and pretend to overturn the table. Unity can survive if it is achieved through struggle, but it will die if it is achieved through compromise."

Seeking unity through struggle?

An Nuo's eyes lit up, and the vague feelings in her heart that could not be organized into words were revealed by just one word. She immediately felt her thoughts become clear, empty and comfortable, and she just wanted to hug him and roll around with him.

Although Willow was not a combative person by nature, she could not utter any rebuttal when she thought about what had just happened.

She had to admit that this boy did have some wisdom that was far beyond her reach.

Hawthorne was unaware of this. He looked into the distance and saw the familiar figure of Danqi's back, and frowned slightly.

Just now at the meeting, this half-orc acted like a transparent person. Although he stood with Toren and the others, it didn't look like they were of the same mind.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Willow: "By the way, how is Danqi doing recently? How is his own position? It seems that he has not spoken a word just now."

Hearing this, Willow's expression was a little complicated.

"His situation is more complicated," she said. "His tribe was divided into two factions. He himself was inclined to destroy the demons, but while he was buried under the cave, the faction that hated Liber Port took advantage of the situation to seize power."

"Then, the demons attacked and the settlements of our major tribes were destroyed. Danqi is in a difficult situation now..."

Hawthorne thought deeply.

"Wait a moment." He said, "Annuo, go back and contact your superiors first, I'll go talk to him."

As he said this, he released his arms that were holding her, turned around and walked towards the settlement of the Owlbeast tribe.

Here, Danqi Owlbeast said goodbye to the others and was preparing to return to the settlement of his own tribe.

This strong half-orc with brown skin now had to wear a thick fur coat to keep out the cold wind.

Noticing Hawthorne coming over, his expression was extremely complicated for a moment, but he finally straightened his face and said, "What are you doing here?"

Hawthorne smiled: "Why, you come to see an old friend, aren't you welcome?"

Danqi turned his face away: "What friends? We are enemies. I haven't settled the score with you for Barbari's death yet. Don't try to get close to me."

To this day, he still recalls his strong and obedient Chimera and feels full of resentment.

Hawthorne smiled and said, "Don't say that. We are allies now after all. We should work together to fight the devil together!"

Denchi snorted, "It's just fighting against the demons. Once the demons are destroyed, we will still be enemies."

Hawthorne thought for a moment, "Then, in order to delay our hostility, it seems I have to put less effort into destroying the demons."

Danqi suddenly became angry: "You——!"

Hawthorne smiled: "Just a joke."

As he spoke, he walked up to the honest orc and suddenly asked, "Are you interested in griffins?"

Danqi denied it flatly: "No."

Hawthorne pretended to be disappointed: "I see. I thought you were very interested in the Griffin Knights. To be honest, I am very familiar with the Second Captain of the Dwarf Griffin Knights. During those days at the Dwarf Headquarters, we would get together for a drink from time to time..."

"But since you have no interest in making friends, forget it."

Danqi showed a struggling look, looking at Hawthorne's back as he turned and left, his face almost turned the color of liver, but he still couldn't save face and ask for help from his nominal enemy.

Hawthorne burst into laughter in his heart, thinking that this guy was not as flexible and shameless as Toren.

Without further embarrassment, he continued, "I want to ask you something, and then I will introduce you to the second company commander. What do you think?"

Danqi lowered his head and took the opportunity to back down: "Okay."

Alas, this is what simple mountain people should be like.

Hawthorne sighed in his heart, and then said: "Actually, I am a scholar, and I am very curious about the inheritance system of the mountain people. Can you tell me how your tribes produce chiefs?"

Danqi was bored: "What's there to say? The eldest son inherits by default.

This is the case with all large tribes.”

"Isn't it okay to be the eldest daughter?" Hawthorne's heart skipped a beat. He felt that it might be a bit troublesome for Nidalee to become the leader of the alliance.

"We, High Ridge, Stoneskin, and our three tribes are not capable of this," said Danqi. "The Mountain Riders and Green Ivy do not care about this. In fact, they do not pass the throne to the eldest son, but to the druid with the strongest magic power."

Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief, and then eagerly asked: "So, Toren, you and Ruger, both inherited the position because you are the eldest son?"

"Uh... we haven't taken the throne yet." Danqi shook his head. "Although our fathers are old, they are still not confused. But it should be soon. After the demon is defeated, the three of us should take turns to ascend to the position of chieftain of our respective tribes."

"Oh." Hawthorne nodded, "So you are not the strongest among all the brothers?"

Danqi glanced at him and said unceremoniously: "Yes, because my Chimera died, I am now the weakest among all my brothers and sisters!"

Hawthorne was embarrassed and waved his hands quickly: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to mock you. I know you must have been the strongest one before."

"Uh, putting all that aside, what about Toren and Luger?"

Danqi lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know about Ruger, but Toren, he is indeed the strongest of his generation. He may even be the strongest in their entire tribe."

"You should also know that he is a barbarian from the ancestral path. This shows that his position was not only determined by his father, but also recognized by the ancestors of all generations."

Hawthorne looked surprised: "Is he so good?"

I didn’t feel it!

"Yes," said Danqi, "His brothers and sisters were all ambitious, but he overwhelmed them all with his absolute strength."

Hawthorne suddenly realized, and then put on a curious look: "I see, then what if... I mean what if, in the war against the evil, the eldest son of some tribe unfortunately dies, then can his younger brothers and sisters take this seat?"

Danqi thought for a moment and said, "This situation is possible, but it is hard to say who will take the throne. I am afraid there will be a lot of competition. The eldest son inherits the throne, which has always been the rule. Everyone will silently accept it. But if the eldest son is gone and the chief wants to appoint another heir, others will not accept it."

In other words, the nine princes fought for the throne, with blood and gore, and the country was divided and killed each other?

In Hawthorne's mind, he roughly simulated what would happen to the Gaoling tribe after Toren's "accidental" death. Then, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 370: Drink from the Golden Cup

That night, in the settlement of the Gaoling tribe.

After coming out of his father's tent, Toren did not return to his room. Instead, he walked alone to a corner on the edge of the tribe, with his back to the camp, facing the vast mountains and the bright moon in the distance, his mind empty, thinking about nothing.

Normally, at this time, he should rush back to his room, prepare a new draft, and then discuss it with Ruge, Danchi, Annuo and others tomorrow.

But he didn't want to do that, he was too tired. He wanted to enjoy a moment of quiet time that belonged to him alone, only then did he feel free.

There was no way. The sudden crisis was so huge, and countless difficulties and burdens were now on his shoulders.

His father is old, and he will actually ascend the throne of chief next year, so he must shoulder this responsibility and then hold the power firmly in his hands next year.

Therefore, all these things made him very tired.

That would be fine, but what made him exhausted was that the Gaoling tribe was not united enough. Everything else was fine, but the key was that his ignorant brothers were always thinking about seizing the power in his hands.

They had clearly been slapped in the face by themselves before and had been quiet for a while, but now seeing the tribe in trouble, they jumped out one after another, saying everywhere that they should not be so anxious to attack the Rockseeker Town, and should first unite and concentrate their strength to eliminate the demons.

They were sarcastic, hinting in both explicit and implicit ways that it was all Toren's fault, and that if they had taken the field instead, there would definitely not have been such a huge disaster, and they would definitely have done much better than him.

Toren was very disdainful of this.

It's ridiculous. How can I be blamed for the devil's deeds?

Oh, just wait, when this war against the demons is over and I ascend to the position of chief, I will immediately launch a purge and assign all of you to the hardest, most tiring and thankless jobs, making sure that you all live in unrest forever!

He was thinking this viciously in his heart, but suddenly, footsteps were heard behind him.

Toren turned his head sharply and looked behind him fiercely: "Who?!"

Then, he saw a familiar, white-haired figure raising his hands, with a flattering smile on his hateful handsome face: "It's me, Nigel Hawthorne."

"What are you doing? I see you're not in a good mood."

Toren stared at the man with his fists clenched. The hatred for his love being stolen made it almost impossible for him to control the boiling fire in his heart. He wished he could pick up the giant axe immediately and cut the man into pieces!

But he held back. For the sake of his own status, he couldn't indulge in personal vendettas at this juncture.

But the minotaur still had a dark face, lowered his head, and said, "Please leave, Huo

Mr. Sang, you are not welcome here."

Hawthorne put down his hands with a complicated expression, and finally sighed: "I said, this is a misunderstanding. In fact, Nidalee and I have nothing to do with each other. Do you believe it?"

Toren looked up suddenly, looking shocked: "Really?"

But then he turned stern again: "Is it fun to play tricks on me?"

Hawthorne said seriously, "I'm serious. Didn't you notice that I was holding hands with Ms. Anno during the meeting today?"

Toren's pupils suddenly contracted, and Hawthorne continued, "We are boyfriend and girlfriend. The reason I said that that day was because I needed Nidalee's help, so I had to help her out."

As he said this, he spread his hands and said, "After all, we weren't very familiar with each other at that time, and I didn't know the relationship between you two, so I had to do it that way."

Toren groaned, and a strong sense of surprise surged into his heart, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

If so, after this war is over, can I immediately tell Ilarod about this and marry Nidalee? !

Yes, this time, I must act quickly and absolutely cannot let her escape!

He was so excited that he was shaking all over, and his expression softened as he looked at Hawthorne. Seeing this obvious change, Hawthorne smiled and said jokingly, "Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, you don't hate me anymore, right?"

Toren's face was stern, and he continued, "I'm not a narrow-minded guy. I'm just worried that there are many young people in our tribe who will easily get carried away and irrational, and attack you as an enemy."

"I'm thinking about your safety. This place is not very safe."

Hawthorne didn't care: "Really? I think the aunties here are all very welcoming."

This is the truth. Along the way, Hawthorne could clearly feel that the female tauren of the Gaoling tribe were much kinder to them.

After all, the national hatred from a hundred years ago is far away, but the pain of having our homes destroyed by demons last month is right before our eyes.

What's more, Inès kept seducing their men and destroying their families and normal lives, so Hawthorne took the lead in exposing her true face and burning this succubus to death, which really raised their favorability among the female group to an extremely high level.