Witch Monastery

Hawthorne smiled and nodded: "You really should go and thank him in person."

Toren suddenly sensed something was wrong. "By the way, where is he now? How is he doing?"

"He's dead," Hawthorne said. "On the night when Rockseeker Town was destroyed, he was cut in half by a minotaur. Not even a complete body was left."

Chapter 388: Death of Toren

The atmosphere in the cave suddenly stagnated, and Toren held his breath. The fear of death surged into his heart again, and he suddenly realized that something was very wrong.

"I'm sorry," he said. "We were bewitched by Inès and blinded by hatred, so we made an irrational decision... I beg for your forgiveness. I will spend the rest of my life atonement..."

Hawthorne looked at him gently: "I believe that with Bruno's broad mind, he will definitely forgive you."

"And my mission is to send you to see him."

As he said this, he slowly stretched out his left hand and pressed it on Toren's body. A pale ghost with disheveled hair emerged from it, and the ghost girl Agatha opened her mouth wide and bit his wound!

The remaining vitality was madly fading away, and Toren felt his body temperature dropping rapidly. His eyes suddenly widened, and then he growled at Hawthorne, "No - you can't do this! Hawthorne, you are a messenger of justice, you can't let anger and hatred cloud your mind!"

Hawthorne looked at him gently and said, "I am not carried away, dear brother Tollen. I will not vent my anger on any of your people. I will only kill you."

"But this will cause my tribe to fall apart!" Toren shouted anxiously, "Without me in charge, my brothers, those short-sighted guys will kill each other for the chief's throne, delaying the great cause of destroying the demons!"

Hawthorne smiled gently: "No matter how short-sighted you are, you can't be more stupid than you who destroyed the town of Rock Seekers, right?"

"As for the internal strife within your tribe... after you die today, our grudges will be settled, and we will have nothing to do with each other in the future."

Toren wanted to say something, but Hawthorne's right hand came up and covered his eyes: "Rest in peace, Toren, you died heroically in the battle with the Abyss Lord Monbot to eliminate the culprit and protect your people."

"Your relatives will remember your contribution, sing your name, and worship your spirit. You will become a famous hero in the history of your tribe."

“If it exists in the future.”

In the darkness, Toren felt as if his throat was being strangled by a huge iron clamp.

He struggled hard, but he could not muster any strength. He only felt himself getting weaker and weaker, and more and more suffocated. Finally, he could no longer make any sound or move. In endless fear and despair, he stepped into the abyss of death.

Torunn Gaoling, the chief heir of the Gaoling tribe, one of the leaders of the Mountain Cleaners Alliance, and the war criminal who destroyed the town of Rockseekers, died.

Hawthorne moved his hand away, and the shining light on the ring went out, but through the contract he could feel it, swallowing up Toren's vitality, and Agatha felt very satisfied.

He stroked the ring, and all the depression in his heart disappeared, and his whole body felt relaxed.

This is probably the feeling of having clear thoughts.

Then, his expression changed and he turned his head, and saw a gentle light flash by, and Celine's familiar figure appeared behind him, looking relieved.

But compared to her expression, her current appearance seemed quite disheveled, with some burn marks on her face, clothes and hands, which was rare for a nun.

Hawthorne felt extremely distressed. He stepped forward and hugged her: "Dear, are you okay?"

Xilin also hugged his body, looking at him who was also covered in dust and in a very miserable state, with an expression full of guilt: "I'm fine, those demons are too slow, they can't hurt me much."

"But Master, I heard someone outside say that Monbot rushed into your face and blew himself up just to die with you?"

Hearing this, Hawthorne smiled slightly and said, "That's not the case. He wanted to kill me, and then I purified him. As a result, I don't know why, he suddenly exploded."

"But it wasn't very powerful and didn't hurt me much. I'm almost healed now."

As he said this, he patted the dimensional bag on his waist, indicating that the magic book inside had saved his life.

Xilin still had a guilty look on her face: "It's my fault, Master. I couldn't help at all in such a crucial battle..."

Hawthorne's body softened in her arms, his face pressed against her full chest, his posture seemed to be attached to her warmth, but his words were comforting her heart: "I don't blame you, Celine, I don't blame you."

"We never planned to fight the Abyss Lord. Our original plan was to get some demon heads, gain some reputation, make some allies, and then help the blue dragons advertise. That was our entire mission on this trip into the mountains."

As he said this, he sighed, "Not only did Monbot run right into our faces, he also used teleportation to intercept our retreating team from behind. We can't help it, this was such a huge accident, it's not your fault, it's mine, it's mine."

Xilin hugged his body, and her guilt eased a little. She glanced at Toren's body next to her, and suddenly her expression changed: "Master, did you kill him?"

Hawthorne raised his head suddenly, his face shocked: "Is it so obvious? Can I see it at a glance?"

Xilin smiled and said, "No, it's just that the master has always wanted to kill him, and his body just happened to be here, so I guessed it."

Hawthorne lowered his head and looked at Toren's body again, feeling a lingering fear: "Should we deal with the body again? Hiss, but if we deal with it again, there will be more traces left..."

Xilin hugged his body and suddenly said, "Master, this place is not safe. The cave may collapse at any time. Shall I take you up there now?"

Hawthorne looked up at the rock formation, then turned his head to look at Toren's body on the ground and shook his head slowly.

"Forget it, let's not do that for now." He said, "Let's wait a while, until he should be dead in theory, then we can go up!"

……

On the surface, everyone is waiting here.

An Nuo huddled weakly in Die's arms. She had taken off her plate armor and was now only wearing the lining of her cloth armor and a cloak. The side effects of the acceleration spell had not yet passed, but even so, she kept looking at the deep pit, her eyes full of anxiety that could not be concealed.

The latter kept patting her on the back and comforting her, "It's okay." She was really not worried, as Celine had just gone downstairs, and through the contract, she could feel that Hawthorne was actually in good condition.

The two druids, Ilarod and Adele, took turns using the spell to turn rocks into mud, gently digging the deep pit, ensuring that the cave was dug without causing a secondary collapse.

Most of the soldiers on the front line had withdrawn and were no longer fighting. Monbot was dead, and the Balrog and Bull Demons who could serve as demon leaders had also been killed. The remaining demons no longer had to suppress their nature, and bared their teeth and attacked their colleagues who had long been disgusted with them.

The demons were fighting among themselves, and the pressure on the front line was greatly reduced. Few demons cared about the movements of these people. As a result, the warriors, who had already suffered heavy casualties and were mostly exhausted and close to exhaustion, hurriedly retreated and came here to join them.

Of course, this place was not safe either. After they recovered some strength, they still had to retreat quickly and run to a safe place.

Nidalee and Willow are now treating the wounds of the wounded. Theoretically, Willow's spellcasting ability should be stronger, but in the process of treatment, the Centaur Matron discovered that the magical berries conjured by Nidalee actually possessed abundant vitality, and the effect of each one was comparable to a healing spell.

This discovery made her very curious. She decided that after this incident was over, she would definitely ask Nidalee what kind of power she was using now.

Chapter 389: An Nuo's First Blossom (Part )

After waiting in the cold wind for nearly half an hour, there was finally movement in the deep pit over there. With a series of exclamations, Celine supported the dusty and miserable Hawthorne, slowly flew out of the deep pit, landed gently on the ground, and then announced: "He is safe."

"Hawthorne!"

An Nuo suddenly cried out, ignoring his weak body.

She stood up and ran towards him. However, her body was still weak and she stumbled after taking only two steps, almost falling down.

Huo Sang hurriedly stepped forward, supported her body, and said with concern: "I'm fine, An Nuo, are you okay? Are you feeling well?"

An Nuo lay in his arms, the worry and fear that had accumulated for a long time were released at this moment, and she could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed on his chest: "I'm fine... Huo Sang, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay..."

She was too scared. The time she had just spent waiting for him on the shore was almost the most difficult time in her life. She couldn't even imagine how she would spend the rest of her life if the news she received was bad news...

Fortunately, fortunately, the worst outcome did not happen. He returned to the surface safely, and even looked better than himself.

An Nuo didn't think about anything now. She just wanted to be in his arms, to be warm and cozy, to vent her emotions until her tears dried up.

Hawthorne stroked her hair gently, without saying much, just holding her and giving her as much warmth as possible.

The two of them stayed together for a while, while Die, Ekta, and Nidalee all came over and looked at them.

Hawthorne let go of Anno, but still held her hand and put his arm around her shoulders. At the same time, he turned his head and asked Nidalee, "What are the casualties of the Battle Sisters?"

He didn't care about the casualties of the mountain refugees. He had come here with so much effort just to protect his nuns.

These were the soldiers he had been with day and night and trained personally, and there were only twenty of them. If there were heavy casualties, he would cry his heart out.

In front of them, Nidalee immediately replied: "In total, one Sister of the Storm died and seven were injured, two of whom were seriously injured and unconscious. I can only make sure that their lives are not in danger."

At this point, a trace of apology appeared on her face: "My magic power is limited to this. I couldn't save her life. I'm sorry."

Huo Sang couldn't help but feel distressed, but he still said, "It's okay. There will always be sacrifices in war. We... have done our best."

As he said this, he couldn't help but sigh.

After all, games and reality are completely different.

In the game, except for witches and some nuns with names, other nuns recruited by the monastery are just numbers on a panel, and players can recruit, control and transfer them in batches.

Players can train them into whatever they want. If they need a combat priest, they can train her into a combat priest; if they need a life priest, they can train her into a life priest. If there is a shortage of people in the logistics production position, they can just click on the panel and pull a bar to complete the conversion.

But the situation is different in reality. Every nun has her own name, her own past, her own family or original organization, as well as her own desires and little thoughts.

Even though Hawthorne saved many people and the monastery was very famous in the slums, it was impossible for those ordinary girls from poor families who had their own life plans and their parents' concerns to respond to the call, take up arms, and fight for him until the last drop of blood was shed.

It was a rare opportunity to choose to change his faith, join a monastery, and work for his estate.

Even for these girls who are willing to fight, their natural talents, initial attributes, personality preferences, etc. are not uniform, but each has its own emphasis.

Not everyone is suitable for a certain profession, and the experience gained from training is not universal. Changing jobs is almost equivalent to starting over again, and it will also dampen the enthusiasm of girls. It is nothing like in the game where you can do it with just a few clicks.

It was precisely because he had personally experienced the hardship of training a reliable team in reality that Hawthorne cherished these less than twenty combat nuns so much that he was reluctant to sacrifice even one of them.

Therefore, when he heard that a nun had died, he could not help but feel a pain in his heart: "Take her body, preserve it well, bring it back to the monastery, and bury it properly."

"As for her family... we must also comfort them and give them adequate compensation."

Die responded, "The body has been collected. She will be treated like a hero."

Huo Sang nodded gently, but soon, a burst of grief and crying suddenly sounded. Everyone turned their heads and saw a group of minotaurs gathered in a circle at the edge of the pit not far away, crying heartbreakingly.

And in the middle of them was the body of Toren, with several fatal wounds inflicted by Monbot all over his body.

Not long after Hawthorne saw the light of day again, Toren's body was also dug up. He had been hit several times by Monport before, and then he charged at the Abyss Lord while still seriously injured. Everyone had expected that he would be in danger, but his people could not help but hope for the best.

But now, when the bodies were exposed to the light of day, the last glimmer of hope was extinguished. Their expectations were completely dashed, and they all cried and wailed.

However, the minotaurs were out of control, and others, especially the demons, would not give them time to adjust their emotions.

In the distance, some cowardly demons were approaching this side. Not all demons were infinitely obsessed with civil war. Some wanted to come and devour the flesh and souls of the residents of the material world.

There was no time for the mountain people to feel sad, and the main force had to fight back and eliminate the

Kill a few of these cowardly demons, then turn around and continue on your way.

Their next stop was the dwarves' mine.

In the sky, the dwarfs' griffin riders kept gliding past and then landing on the hilltop next to them. The griffins ate and drank water while lying prone to rest and recover their strength.

Hawthorne then led his men over, where he met one of their leaders, his old friend, the second captain of the Griffin Knights.

He explained the situation to the other party and begged them to show him a pass so that he could at least take these mountain people to a dwarf mine to rest for a while.

Although the dwarves recognized that these mountain people were the culprits of the attack on the Rockseeker town, and they were very unhappy in their hearts, but the greater good of fighting against the demons weighed heavily on them. These people were victims of the demon crisis anyway.

Therefore, after the second captain informed the higher-ups, the dwarves had no choice but to hold their noses and get a pass. They then said that the dwarf group was currently short of supplies, so it would be fine to provide them with a place for sponsorship, but it would be a stretch to expect the dwarves to take care of their food, drink, and defecation.

But at least, having a place to go is a very good thing for the mountain people.

They walked for an entire afternoon, a total of 40 to 50 miles of mountain roads, and finally arrived at the magnetic ore mine that the second company commander pointed out to them. Although it was called a magnetic mine, the minerals inside had actually been mined out, and the people here had basically evacuated, so it was considered an abandoned mine.

However, the dwarves have not yet sold the land. After all, not many people are willing to take it over for the time being, so there are still a few people left to guard the gate.

A large group of mountain people, as many as 20,000 to 30,000 people, rushed over and frightened the few old dwarves guarding the gate so much that they refused to let them pass no matter what.

After Hawthorne came forward, displayed several signs in his hand, and explained his purpose, they cautiously opened the gate and allowed the mountain people to use the mine temporarily to rest.

Because of the dwarves' love for mining, their houses are all built underground, right next to the mines. Sometimes, the mines are even their homes. When they are tired from mining, they can drink some wine, fall asleep on the ground, and continue working when they wake up without any delay.

Other races would definitely not be used to the mining environment created by this habit, but fortunately, another advantage this brings is that the entire mine is very large and can accommodate so many people to rest together.

With so many people gathered together, the air became warmer and the mountain itself was the best thermal insulation wall, so there was no need to worry about anyone freezing to death.

As for Hawthorne and his group, after letting the mountain people rest in the stuffy mine, they found a sheltered location outside to set up camp, and then set up tents to rest.

Although tents that can keep warm in winter are expensive, Hawthorne is not short of money now and does not intend to treat his nuns badly. Naturally, each nun will have one so that they can get a good rest.

They even had a spare tent that could be used as a makeshift bathroom, and then they could use the water-making technique to get some hot water so that the nuns could wipe their bodies and rest. It was extremely luxurious.

After everyone was settled, it was already evening. Hawthorne, who had been tired all day, had no time to think about the next action plan and went into his tent to rest.

However, not long after he lay down, a figure holding a large object crept into his tent.

Hawthorne, who had almost fallen asleep, woke up a little and saw a familiar figure with a red face, holding the quilt and lying down beside him.

It's Anno who is here.

Chapter 390: An Nuo's First Blossom (Part )

Hawthorne, who was drowsy just now, suddenly became alert, sat up and looked at the girl: "Why are you here? And you brought the quilt with you?"

In the dim light, he could barely notice that Annuo's face quickly turned red.

"I gave my tent to the wounded." She whispered, "I have nowhere else to go, so I came here to squeeze in with you."

Looking at her lovely appearance and listening to this poor excuse, Hawthorne couldn't help but hold his stomach, feeling uncomfortable and wanting to burst into laughter.

He immediately became playful and without any high emotional intelligence, he said in a fake voice: "Oh, so that's how it is. Fortunately, I brought a spare tent to prevent various accidents."

As he said this, he took out the space bag and pretended to take it out: "It will come in handy at this time..."

An Nuo's eyes widened, and he suddenly became anxious: "No... I'm worried about you!"