Witch Monastery

This is the "sand bath" that he, as a blue dragon, a dragon living in the desert, enjoys, which can remove dirt and kill bacteria while keeping his scales smooth.

However, the premise of all this is that the sand must be kept dry, and preferably a little hot. Libel Port is close to the sea and the air is humid, so it is not easy to achieve this. God knows how much resources they spent to keep the sand dry.

After the sand bath, the blue dragon was about to go to the restaurant to try the new cooking method of camel meat that the chef from the north boasted about.

However, just as he left the house, his Blue Dragonborn secretary quickly followed him, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Monpot was eliminated by Hawthorne!"

Without any preparation, suspense or nonsense, this secretary adhered to the duties of a workplace worker, got straight to the point, and emphasized the highest efficiency.

Upon hearing this, Rahman's huge body suddenly stopped, and his huge head turned back 180 degrees. The horn on his forehead pointed at the secretary's head, and his tone was full of disbelief: "What did you say?!"

The secretary nodded repeatedly, his face full of excitement that was not usually seen on other days. "It's true. According to first-hand intelligence, at that time, Hawthorne and his team were organizing a group of refugees to evacuate, and Monport went alone to intercept this force, preparing to kill them."

"As a result, Hawthorne cast some kind of spell that summoned a magic circle all over the sky, raining down countless lights, completely destroying it in one fell swoop!"

The Blue Dragonborn secretary, who usually remained calm and had no emotion, was so excited that his hands were shaking: "Your Majesty, this man... we still greatly underestimated him!"

Rahman took a deep breath and then let it out long.

"I thought I had overestimated him as much as possible." He said, "I thought that with a better magic weapon, he could pass the assessment and become a member of the hunting team, or even an auxiliary staff, in short, get some merits."

"Oh, I see. I understand. No wonder he refused to join the team that day. I thought he was just limited in ability..."

"I didn't expect that he was so strong that he looked down on this team and could accomplish this feat alone!"

He sighed as he spoke: "I'm afraid when I suggested that he join the hunting team, all he was thinking was, 'Oh, this dragon has no vision and can't see my true value'?"

The secretary remained silent and did not respond. Rahman then turned around, swishing his tail, and continued to walk towards the restaurant: "This person must

Give them super-standard treatment, and never let them be poached by the Golden Dragons again. Don't be stingy with your money!"

"Go and make some arrangements. Transfer 100,000 dragon gold from my treasury and prepare a celebration banquet. We must celebrate such a grand victory."

One hundred thousand dragon gold, or one million gold coins. Even if all of Hawthorne's properties were sold together, they wouldn't bring in that much money.

However, this is the expense that Lord Blue Dragon can spend directly by holding a banquet on a whim.

The blue dragonborn bowed slightly to his master, then turned and flew away quickly. He understood the process of the prince's banquet. Next, he had to invite all the old orchestras, theater troupes, drama troupes and dance troupes in the Muse District to perform at the banquet in turn, and also call all the reporters from the "Times" Group to report on this banquet...

The news soon spread, and there was an uproar in the Blue Dragon Bank. This expense was undoubtedly extravagant, but every member thought it was worth it: because this was not only a victory against the Abyss Lord, but more importantly, it was a victory for the Blue Dragons, a major victory for the Blue Dragons in the battle against the Golden Dragons!

This victory deserves their extravagant celebration!

Chapter 396: Danqi's Request

While everyone in the Blue Dragon Bank was rejoicing, other forces and organizations in Port Liber, such as corporate consortiums, bureaucrats and aristocrats, all received similar messages. Some were happy while others were sad. Some were plotting how to climb up the ladder, while others were thinking about how to share some of the credit and enjoy a piece of the pie themselves.

There was an undercurrent in the port of Liberl, and deep in the mountains, Hawthorne, the greatest hero of this battle, was still in the dwarf mine, waiting for the mountain people to set off.

To be precise, he was waiting for Willow to give up.

He had already revealed the true identities of the Mountain Cleansers to her, and now he needed her to confirm it again for herself, give up completely, abandon the unnecessary sympathy in her heart, and completely ignore these guys.

He had been waiting here for three days. An Nuo had already left with the Black Rod Tower company of 100 people and returned to the Black Rod Tower to report to his superiors. After all, the captain of this company had died in battle, so she had to take charge temporarily.

And now, the time should be about right.

That evening, after dinner, Hawthorne went deep into the dwarves' mine and came to the resting area of ​​the satyrs to look for Willow.

When the satyrs along the way saw him, regardless of gender, age or status, they would all show respect and greet him with a smile.

Apparently after these battles, his reputation among the satyrs had reached its peak.

Hawthorne smiled and responded to each one, then found Willow at the end of their group resting area.

The mistress was now sitting on a stone and working. With the strong light brought by the lighting magic on the wall, she looked a little tired. She was holding a small notebook and drawing something on it. Then she held her forehead with her hand, looking extremely sad.

Hawthorne sat down next to her and asked softly, "How is it going? Is everything going well?"

Willow shook her head vigorously: "No...the three tribes are all stubborn, alas."

In order to avoid giving the satyrs a bad reputation for "abandoning their allies", Hawthorne announced the plan to all the mountain people after he agreed on the next plan with Willow.

In short, he told everyone that as long as they followed him and listened to his arrangements, he would be responsible for everyone's survival and development.

Everyone can have a house to live in, make a lot of money, no longer have to worry about the demons' harassment and war, and live a peaceful and prosperous life from now on.

Willow was deeply moved by his frankness. However, she didn't know that he made this public announcement because he knew that the other tribes would not agree to leave with him.

Willow simply followed him and began to lobby other tribes, saying that Hawthorne's decisions had always been correct, so they believed that he was absolutely right.

However, the result was a cold response. Apart from her own tribe members, few people responded.

The actual reasons for their non-response were varied: after Torun's death, the Gaoling tribe suddenly lost its backbone. The old chief was old and weak, and his sons began to fight for power. For a while, no one's opinion counted.

The Stoneskin Tribe had been a staunch anti-Port Liber faction from the beginning, and were unwilling to settle so close to the port for fear of insecurity. In addition, Ruger Stoneskin had always had a psychological trauma towards Hawthorne and wished to stay away from him, so they were naturally unwilling to respond at this time.

As for the Owl Beast Tribe, they were closer to the two tribes above. Seeing that they did not express their stance, the orcs also hesitated: some people contacted Willow privately and showed great interest, but they were slow to make an effective decision.

Oh, you mean the Mountain Riders?

That was Nidalee's hometown, so she went there to lobby in person, and it was not Willow's turn to interrupt.

But in short, this result makes Willow very disappointed.

But Hawthorne was not surprised. He smiled softly. He expected that these tribes would refuse, so he asked Willow to persuade them. On the one hand, he wanted to show that I have given you a chance and I have done my best. On the other hand, he wanted Willow to give up. "Look, they don't listen to you. They don't give you the power, so you don't have to be responsible for them."

"So, leave them alone.

Just take care of your own tribe."

He persuaded, then frowned, and put on an anxious and solemn look: "We don't have much time left, how about we set off tomorrow, leave here, and go to a new home?"

Willow pursed her lips, her eyes dimmed, and finally nodded and followed his arrangement: "Well, I will notify the tribesmen right away, and we will leave tomorrow."

It seems that she has finally given up on the Mountain Cleansers Alliance and decided to never care about them again.

Realizing this, Hawthorne suddenly felt relieved. He then stood up, said goodbye to Adele before she came over, and went back to his camp to rest.

However, he had just left the goat man and walked a few steps outside when he suddenly heard a deep voice calling his name: "Hawthorne!"

Hawthorne turned his head and saw a tall brown figure limping towards him with a cane.

It was his old friend, Denchi Owlbeast.

Hawthorne then hurried over and supported him: "Hey, Danqi, why are you running out here instead of staying at home to recover from your injuries?"

In the battle against Mompot that day, Denchi fought with his life in the end, helping him to withstand an attack and buying time for his purification.

However, the explosion that followed caused him to miss the best time for treatment, so one of his legs became lame, and he didn't know if he would have the chance to recover full health in this lifetime.

It is certain that divine magic can be performed, it just depends on whether he can encounter it.

Facing Hawthorne's concern, Danqi did not express gratitude. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Hawthorne, shall we talk outside?"

Huo Sang's smile faded, and after thinking for a moment, he supported him and walked out of the camp together: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. We are comrades-in-arms, and comrades-in-arms should not hide things from each other like this."

Danqi's lips trembled, as if there were a lot of words stuck in his throat, but he was embarrassed to say them.

"I..." He finally lowered his head, as if he was very ashamed. "I also saved your life, right? In order to save you, I sacrificed my leg... and the rest of my life."

After saying this, he clenched his teeth. In his opinion, repaying a favor is a very shameful thing.

Hawthorne's eyes were slightly dim, and then he nodded gently: "Yes, you are my savior."

As he spoke, he supported the orc and walked outside the camp, where they found a big rock to sit on. The mountain breeze was cool and the moonlight was dim. Fortunately, both of them had dark vision, so they could see each other clearly.

Then, Hawthorne said, "So, how do you want me to repay you?"

Danqi's face flushed immediately, and a layer of hot sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead: "I, I'm not holding you hostage...ah——!"

He stamped his foot hard and growled, "That is dishonorable. Don't think I'm a despicable person!"

Hawthorne smiled and said, "I didn't say that. So, are you in trouble and do you need my help?"

Danqi lowered his head in silence, as if he was organizing his words.

"During the day, Madam Willow came to me and persuaded me to take the tribe and go with you." He said, "To be honest, I want to go with you, but before the fait accompli, I can't convince my people."

"Because of past events, they are afraid to deal with people from Port Liber. They are also afraid of retaliation and doubt whether such a thing can be done."

Hawthorne was thoughtful: "So how do you want me to help you? Make a promise that the people of Libel Port will never retaliate against any half-orcs from the Owlbeast tribe, and that both sides will maintain eternal peace in the future?"

Danqi shook his head: "No, that's too difficult. I... I want to ask you, can you leave a place for the Owlbeast Tribe in your new camp?"

Hawthorne's eyes were dim.

This means that when the people of the Owl Beast Tribe see the benefits and change their minds and want to join this new camp, Huosang and others will have to move away and make room for them?

He has to keep an eye on it all the time to make it convenient for these orcs to pick peaches?

Noticing the change in Hawthorne's eyes, Danqi hurriedly said: "This is my request, and I brought something that you should be interested in."

As he said this, he reached for the backpack at his waist and pulled out a thick stack of parchment: "You can take a look first."

Hawthorne took it, used the light spell to illuminate it, lowered his head and flipped through a few pages. Suddenly, he looked surprised and said, "This is... your method of taming chimeras?"

"Yes." Danqi nodded, forcing himself to remain calm. "Looking around the world, this technology should only be possessed by our tribe. It is a unique method that can train a crazy Chimera into an obedient pet!"

Chapter 397 Chimera Training Method

While boasting about these things, Danqi's heart was pounding, fearing that Hawthorne's standards were too high and would look down on this technology.

Because he himself actually looks down on this technology now.

That day, after witnessing the dwarfs' Griffin Knights and seeing the well-trained griffins everywhere, Danqi couldn't help but doubt his own family's technology: Could even his proudest Chimaera Barbari be as well-trained and disciplined as the griffins?

He had been reflecting on this for the past few days, unwilling to believe that the upper limit of his tribe's unique secret book was much lower than that of the dwarves.

But after he became lame, he had lost many

What blind self-confidence and enthusiasm! After a calm analysis, he had to come to a painful conclusion: No.

After all, Chimera are magical creatures created by demons. They may temporarily obey orders and cooperate in combat, but they can never really form a well-organized army.

Therefore, the upper limit of Chimera is there. Relying on Chimera, the Owlbeast Tribe, as a small tribe of more than a thousand people, will definitely be known as the strongest among these mountains.

But it is impossible to grow to a hundred thousand or even a million people and form a dwarf kingdom like Gauntergrim!

After realizing this, he gave up many of his previous thoughts and ideas. He also immediately realized that in the future, the chimera taming technology would definitely depreciate.

So, it would be better to sell it at a high price while it is still rare, and exchange it for a promise with a brighter future for your tribe.

With this in mind, Danqi continued, "I will share it with you now so that you can have a powerful air force. In return, I hope to get a promise from you that in the future, there will be a place for our tribe in your town."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and prayed that Hawthorne could not see through his little thoughts: "What do you think of this deal?"

Hawthorne looked at the orc with a thoughtful expression.

The technique of training Chimera is not rare. And the value of this thing is not that high.

Because this type of soldier is a monster, although its destructive power is very strong - after all, the challenge level is as high as level six - but it can easily go crazy. When it goes crazy, it will attack indiscriminately without distinguishing between friend or foe, and it can easily cause a lot of losses to its own side.

Therefore, this thing has always been rated low on the strength list. If the enemy does not have the ability to disrupt the Chimera's mind, then it can still be used. If it does, then this thing is likely to be a negative asset.

Even if he obtained this technology, Hawthorne would not train Chimera on a large scale as his main force.

but……

He had other considerations.

"Yes, Chief Danqi," Hawthorne said, "I have to admit that this technology is valuable. I made a profit from this deal."

Although he didn't discipline her as deliberately as he did with Willow, Denchi was just as willing to trust her, which was really rare.

This future chief who can hold the highest power in the Owlbeast Tribe, command thousands of orcs, and has a long-term vision is much more valuable than the technology he contributed.

Danqi was so excited that he almost jumped up, but fortunately his lame leg stopped him.

But suddenly, his face became serious and he said carefully: "This is a promise to our tribe. Even if I am no longer the chief in the future, please remember this promise."

Hawthorne was suddenly surprised: "You are not...oh."

He watched as Danqi slapped his thigh, and suddenly he realized what was going on.

A tribe like theirs needs a brave and courageous chief, and it is impossible for a cripple to occupy such a position forever. He will have to step down sooner or later, or even fail to ascend to the position and inherit it.

Realizing this, Hawthorne frowned and pondered for a moment. He suddenly reached out and patted Danqi's shoulder: "Don't be like this, Danqi, be optimistic, your leg will definitely be cured."

"Even if you can't cure it, you have to sit in the position of chief, so that your tribe can have a better future."

Denchi smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your comfort, Hawthorne."

"This is not consolation." Huo Sang said seriously, "This is the truth. Your tribe is still small, with few people and small assets, so many systems seem to be unchangeable."

"When your tribe grows a little bigger, you will understand that a leader with a long-term vision is far more important than a leader who is healthy and capable of fighting and making breakthroughs."

Danqi was noncommittal: "Others may also have it."