Witch Monastery

As he said this, the two of them burst into laughter again, and their mood became much more relaxed.

While they were laughing, Hawthorne checked his spells again. Knowing that the demons would attack soon, he would put on all his protective spells before starting his work.

The purpose is to ensure that he can be in the best condition at any time if demons attack him.

At this time, on the other side, the brown-skinned half-orc Danqi suddenly came up to him and whispered, "Mr. Hawthorne, I have something I want to ask you."

Hawthorne turned his head to look at him, and saw that this guy had a melancholy face: "When the demons really come, can I ask you to ask your nuns to organize the women and children of the tribe to evacuate?"

"After all, there are few of them, and they are all women. They can't play much of a role on the battlefield. Why not let them do some more useful tasks?"

He expressed his concerns, and Hawthorne gave an awkward smile.

Don't look down on women. They are not the warriors of your primitive tribe who can only rely on physical strength to fight.

We are all spellcasters, and we are spellcasters equipped with high-powered lethal weapons. We make a living by magic. Although our number is less than one-tenth of yours, our effect may be more than ten times that of you.

He secretly complained, but did not really say these words out loud. Instead, he nodded and said, "Yeah, I actually think so. When the time comes on the front battlefield, we will still have to rely on your military strength."

He had no intention of staying here to fight the demons, he had already planned to find a reason to escape with the girls. Now that Danqi himself had given him a reasonable reason, he really wanted it, so how could he refuse it just for the sake of face?

This is what he thought. Upon hearing this, Danqi also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that even if he died in this battle, at least he had found a way out and could protect his family from worry.

Then, he also smiled and said, "It may not be that bad. I heard that you, Libel Port, have organized a very powerful team to behead the Abyss Lord, right?"

"We might wait in fear for several days, but what we get is the news that Monbot has been killed, and then we encounter only some scattered small groups of demons!"

As he said this, Hawthorne smiled, knowing that at this time when dark clouds were looming, Danqi could not help but have some lucky mentality.

Suddenly, he frowned and felt his body unstable. Then, Luger turned his head and asked, "Did you feel it?"

Toren's expression suddenly changed: "It's an earthquake! The earthquake is coming again!"

Rumble, rumble——

As soon as the minotaur finished speaking, the tremor suddenly intensified. The rumbling sound of cracking rocks resounded through the sky, deafening!

The ground was cracking, houses were collapsing, and the temporary fortifications built by the mountain people to resist the demons were also destroyed in the earthquake, turning into a pile of useless rubble!

And under the cracks in the earth, Hawthorne could clearly see a huge burrowing demon insect rolling its body wildly to cause a stronger earthquake!

In an instant, his face became as gloomy as water.

How could this Abyss Lord still be able to command the Burrowing Demonic Bugs? !

……

Outside the Alliance camp, surrounded by countless demons, Monpot leaned on his huge double-headed sword, his eyes like fire, staring at the collapsing tent in the distance, grinning, revealing a ferocious smile: "These humans are really stupid, haha, let me catch them all!"

"Then, all of them will become nutrients for the double-headed sword! Today, I will also create my own divine weapon!"

He roared wildly, and the double-headed sword in his hand made a pleasant humming sound, as if he was also excited for the upcoming blood feast.

Then, he stretched out his four hooves and charged forward. Behind him, countless giant bull demons, berserker demons, ape demons, cowardly demons, etc., all screamed and followed him.

Following their lord, they rushed towards the target ahead, intending to enjoy this feast of killing!

At this moment, in the darkness, countless pairs of eyes were watching the actions of this demon lord.

"finally reached!"

Behind another rock, the assassination team of Monport carefully concealed their figures. Shapiro, with lavender skin, wearing a black tight leather jacket with blood-red stripes, and a tall and strong body, stuck his head out and looked at the extremely conspicuous tall figure in the distance, his eyes flickering, and his heart was extremely hungry.

He then raised his hand, a magical light flashed, and the next moment, a giant black sickle that was two meters long appeared in his hand.

This method is exactly the same as when Hawthorne, who chose the "Blade Demon Contract", summoned his own weapon!

He was about to rush forward with his sickle, but the next moment, several of his teammates pulled him back at the same time: "Calm down, Shapiro, don't be impulsive!"

Shapiro turned his head and glared at them: "The target is right in front of us, why are you still hesitating?!"

The male Golden Elf Shaping School wizard who served as the commander was wearing a fiery red robe and holding a staff that was nearly two meters high and inlaid with a football-sized milky white pearl on the top.

At this moment, he was also staring at Monport's figure, his eyes gloomy, and then he said: "The direction they are heading is a large and aggressive mountain people's alliance headquarters."

"Let them fight first. The loss of either side will benefit us all. When Monbot loses his concentration, I will use the teleportation spell to take you and launch a surprise attack on it!"

"Success or failure depends on this one move. We cannot make any mistakes. We must take down this Abyss Lord in one go!"

Shapiro glared at him, gritted his teeth, and finally snorted coldly, finally putting down the giant scythe in his hand: "Trouble!"

After saying that, he turned and walked back.

At the back of the team, the middle-aged female half-elf paladin of the Oath of Redemption stroked her forehead and sighed.

Although she was very reluctant to accept this strategy, she had to admit that sacrificing those mountain people as cannon fodder, attracting the attention of the Abyss Lords head-on and then launching a sneak attack was the method that best guaranteed the success rate.

All of this is a necessary sacrifice for greater and longer-term victory.

She muttered silently in her heart, persuading herself to accept all this. And in the farther distance, in a darker place, a group of tall and thin figures wearing long robes, with faint blue tentacles on their chins, were also paying attention to everything here:

"The demon lord is wreaking havoc in the material world. The chain reaction it will trigger is unimaginable."

"Summoning demons, is this another conspiracy of the dark elves in the material world?"

"They have done this before, and there is a strong suspicion. We need evidence and more clues."

"Observe first, then discuss."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

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Chapter 378 Hard Fight

Rumble, rumble——

The tremors of the earth continued, and the burrowing demon worms continued to stir and roll under the earth. Various buildings on the surface of the earth continued to collapse, and soon the homes that the mountain people had built with great difficulty turned into ruins again!

As the earthquake intensified, the ground began to crack. Under the cracked surface, the huge and evil figures of the earth-drilling demon insects continued to emerge. Just one glance was enough to drive many people who had not undergone professional rational training crazy!

By the time many spellcasters arrived, Hawthorne, Celine, Willow and others worked together to finally eliminate the burrowing insects. By the time the original camp and the many defensive fortifications built to resist the demons had been completely destroyed!

And this was just the beginning. When the strong tremors of the earth finally subsided, the tired or seriously injured people were just about to relax and take a breath, and then the shouting and screaming of killing and strangeness began to sound all over the mountains.

Then, endless dark green-skinned, foul-smelling cowards crossed the ruins and rushed towards them!

Monbot's demon army has arrived!

Fortunately, the first person to rush up was not Monport himself. Even though he could command hundreds of thousands of demons and prevent them from killing each other, he could not accurately control the movements of each of them.

Therefore, before he arrived in person, many cowardly demons had already lost control of their desires and rushed over here roaring.

The cowards were very weak demons, but even so, looking at their terrifying numbers, a feeling of despair could not help but strike everyone's hearts.

Until this moment, the mountain people who had never really fought against the devil's army suddenly understood why Annuo had shouted at them to flee instead of staying and fighting like a warrior!

However, it was too late to regret now. Confronting the enemy head-on was the only choice they had now!

"Warriors of the Gaoling Tribe!"

Looking at the cackling abominable demon, Toren's eyes turned red with anger, and he roared to the sky in a deafening voice: "Warriors with the blood of our great ancestors flowing in their veins!"

"Follow me, charge——!"

He roared, and took the lead in going berserk. The power of blood was boiling in the minotaurs' bodies. These strong bulls roared one by one, and then waved their battle axes.

Great, charge forward!

The two sides soon engaged in battle, and under the strong blessing of boiling rage, the claws of the cowards scratched on Toren's cow hair, as light as tickling; and with a sweep of his giant steel axe, at least two cowards' bodies were cut in half, and large amounts of smelly blood splattered!

Following behind him, the bear people of the Stoneskin Tribe transformed into giant bears, were cast with spells by the tribe's mages, and then roared and rushed forward, not feeling disgusted, using their sharp claws and teeth to tear apart every enemy they saw.

Not every priest in their tribe has mastered the powerful fourth-level spell "Stoneskin". Most bear people can only enjoy the second-level "Tree Skin".

But the blessing of this spell was enough in front of the claws of the cowardly demons. These giant bears were like tanks, scratching with their claws, slapping with their paws, biting with their big mouths, tearing their mouths full of poisonous demonic pus and blood, and they didn't show any intention of stopping!

Compared with them, the performance of the Owl Beast Tribe was not as good, but they also drove dozens of Chimeras, letting them spit out endless flames to burn these evil enemies.

These three tribes were already known for their strong physiques, and at this moment, they were really fighting to defend their homes. Fueled by anger, they wielded their weapons desperately, venting the endless anger in their hearts.

As for the Mountain Riders and the Green Vine Tribe, the former called on the druids to cover the distant land with thorns: since the original fortifications were destroyed by the earthquake, they used magic to rebuild some new ones, so that the cowards would have to pay a terrible price if they dared to approach their homes.

The latter used natural magic to heal the wounds and dispel toxins for those warriors who were still fighting and had no time to bandage their wounds: after all, the stench and blood of the cowards were highly poisonous, and if the warriors were accidentally poisoned, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced!

After the initial panic, Kramer's mercenaries also began to get back on track. The ogres charged, swinging their clubs in their right hands to sweep away the cowardly demons, and grabbing the evil demons with their left hands to eat them. Relying on their strong physiques, these barbaric and rude guys were not afraid of being poisoned at all. They ate until their mouths were full of poison, and then vomited out the corpses, all over the ground.

The hobgoblins formed a formation and cooperated with each other to kill the enemies; the bear goblins followed behind, relying on the advantage of their extremely long arms to continuously swing their maces, killing a coward with one hit.

As for the goblins, these equally short guys had no advantage in fighting against the cowards, so they cleverly hid behind and mainly killed the enemies by operating catapults and shooting bows.

The two sides fought fiercely in the ruins for a while. At this moment, even Hawthorne had to admit that the fighting power of these 400 mercenaries was indeed better than he had imagined.

In addition to the above, the rest are the nuns under his command and the warriors sent by the Black Rod Tower.

Their numbers were the smallest, but the results they achieved were in no way inferior to those of their comrades on any other side.

Each of them is an elite force drawn from various regions. The Black Rod Tower's line is the most stable. When the Storm Sisters fire their plasma beams, they can tear the battlefield apart in an instant, killing countless enemies!

Ekta's fireballs were fired repeatedly, igniting all the wood and other materials in the ruins. The raging fire burned on the ground, and thick smoke rose into the sky. Even the sky was gradually dyed red by this bloody battle.

However, killing like this is not a solution...

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, Hawthorne, who was hiding behind the crowd, mechanically fired magic energy blasts while frowning and thinking. The soldiers' physical strength is limited, and if the ion beam launcher is used too much, there is also the risk of overheating.

What's more, there is a large force of Monport waiting behind...

There is no hope if we continue fighting, we must retreat!

"Carol!" He suddenly shouted to his first Storm Sister, who was also the captain of the Storm Sister Team, "Put away your weapons, take your team members, and go organize the evacuation of the women and children of the mountain people!"

"Go to the nearest dwarven mine, it's a safe place!"

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward. His body was already full of magic buffs, he held up his shield, broke through the front alone, and rushed to the dark green sea of ​​cowardly demons in front of him.

He needed to use his body to relieve the pressure on the front line. Only in this way could the nuns withdraw from the front line and organize the evacuation of personnel!

Then in an instant, his body was overwhelmed by endless cowardly demons, the way to retreat was blocked, and there was no possibility of turning back!

"Hawthorne!"

Looking at his lonely back, An Nuo exclaimed, and then couldn't help but feel anxious. Even though he knew that he was a powerful high-level spellcaster, such a choice was tantamount to seeking his own death!

However, right before their eyes, a shocking scene happened!

Although he held up a shield, Hawthorne made almost no defensive moves. His sword blade burned with pure white flames, which looked like purifying light and blazing fire.

Wherever his sword swept, the cowardly demons were hurt or killed, as fragile as butter under a scalding blade!

But this is not the most shocking, the more obvious result

Yes, every time the cowardly demons that besieged him scratched his body with their claws, a chill would suddenly emerge and freeze the attacking cowardly demons half to death!

But his body was safe and sound, and he could be killed with a single sword strike, leaving room for the next coward to come up and die!

In this situation, any coward who dares to hit him would be committing suicide!

Soon, a pile of pus and blood from the cowardly demon accumulated around his body!

Chapter 379 Fatal raid!

This is actually the effect of the four-ring Agassis Armor.

After obtaining the relics of Galaon, Hawthorne had this idea in his mind: the cowards are short in stature and weak in strength, and their claws are not magical weapons. Even if they scratch themselves, they will be almost completely blocked by the effect of the Earth Dragon's blessing and will not cause any harm at all.

However, even in this situation, the effect of the Armor of Agathys can be triggered, freezing him to the point of death.

So, relying on the rebound effect of this spell, it seems that I can eliminate the cowards in large numbers without any effort?

As long as there is no stronger evil demon coming to break the spell with one punch, he can bounce back forever and infinitely?

This was his idea. Although it might not be very useful when facing a strong enemy, it was a good choice for clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers: although it was not as efficient as throwing fireballs one by one, it had the advantage that one spell could bounce back for more than two hours, and the consumption was low enough!

In this way, being besieged is actually the option to maximize output efficiency!

He just stood in the Sea of ​​Cowardly Demons, constantly relying on rebounds to kill, and then followed up with a purifying sword, while finishing off the enemies and gaining purification points.

His body was like a reef in the vast ocean. No matter how the devil hit him, he remained standing there!

Whether it was the mountain folk, the hobgoblin mercenaries or the new warriors of the Black Staff Tower, they were all greatly shocked by this scene.

However, along with the shock of their hearts came endless joy and encouragement: after all, they had such a powerful spellcaster on their side, so didn't they have a greater chance of evacuating successfully?

On the other side, looking at Hawthorne's heroic performance, Ilarod's eyes were filled with emotion, and for a moment he seemed to understand his daughter's choice.

Toren and Danci had complicated expressions on their faces. They felt that this guy had become much stronger than the last time they met.