Witch Monastery

She had succeeded several times before. After all, Hawthorne usually had his own things to do and couldn't always pay attention to her.

But today is different. He came here today just to find her.

Seeing that she was hiding from him, Hawthorne couldn't help but frown slightly, and realized that her movements were abnormal. So he took a few quick steps, three steps at a time, and caught up with Willow's body. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her hand: "Madam, don't leave yet, I have something to talk to you about."

Willow paused. He suddenly held her hand, and she was a little flustered. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, as if she had done something wrong. "Ah? What did you say?"

"But I don't want to talk about this right now." Hawthorne's face and tone were serious, "Madam, why are you avoiding me all the time?"

Willow suddenly became even more flustered: "Oh... No, let go first."

As she spoke, she quickly pulled her hand out of Hawthorne's, took a half step back, distanced herself from him, and then hurriedly shook her head: "I'm not avoiding you, Father, I just think that we can't make the same mistake again..."

Huo Sang raised his eyebrows: "The mistress thinks that whenever I come to see you, it must be for no other reason than to be with you..."

His tone gradually slowed down, making Willow's face redder and her tone more flustered: "No, I don't have such thoughts, I..."

She was speechless, and couldn't think of a good reason for a while. After all, that was indeed her true thought. When she saw Hawthorne, she couldn't help but think of countless shameful scenes.

Hawthorne sighed: "It's hard for me to imagine what image I am in your eyes now."

When he said this, his tone was quite aggrieved, which made Willow feel very guilty: after all, that night, it was she who took the initiative to go to Hawthorne's room to find him.

She had to quickly change the subject and said, "Let's talk about serious matters first. Father, what is the matter that brought you to see me?"

Hawthorne sighed softly, and then said seriously: "I plan to set out tomorrow, taking a few powerful nuns with me to destroy the Eye Demon Shannasa."

"Adele's body has almost recovered, so I want to ask you, do you want to go with us, eliminate this scourge yourself, and avenge Adele?"

When she heard that it was about the devil, Willow's shyness disappeared and she became serious again: "Of course I'll go! The threat of the devil is so great, I will never sit idly by!"

"Adele will go with us too. If she doesn't want to, I will convince her. Don't worry about that."

Hawthorne then smiled and said, "That's good. Then, please inform Adele..."

Willow was just about to say that it was no problem and leave it to her, when she heard a sudden scream in the distance: "What are you talking about?

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The two turned their heads and saw Adele running over quickly, hugging Willow's arm, looking at Hawthorne with vigilance.

Hawthorne's expression remained unchanged: "We are discussing going to the sewers to destroy the Shannasa cult. Adele, do you want to go with us?"

Adele turned her head and looked at Willow: "Mom, did you participate?"

Willow nodded, "Of course, this matter cannot be underestimated. It involves the culprit who summoned the devil, so of course I have to go."

"Why don't you come along? They hurt you before, so let's get revenge together this time."

Adele immediately said, "Of course I'll go with my mother."

Hawthorne nodded: "Okay, let's make some preparations. We will set off together tomorrow morning!"

After saying this, he turned around and left. Adele stood there, holding her mother's arm and thinking for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

Just now, this guy kept a normal distance from his mother!

Not to mention sitting directly on his lap like that day, there wasn't even a hug like when I first caught him!

What does this mean?

The mother must have seen through the nature of this playboy, so she started to keep her distance from him!

Haha, that’s great. Without this guy’s harassment, my mother will be completely mine from now on!

She was so overjoyed that she didn't realize that her birthplace had already been occupied by the enemy...

……

The next day, early morning.

Inside the monastery, Hawthorne and his crew were ready to head to the sewers, heading straight for Shannasa's lair to bring the eye demon to justice.

Because this trip was to capture the king directly, the goal was to destroy the Eye Demon Shannasa itself, rather than to fight head-on with the main combat force of his guild. Therefore, Hawthorne did not bring the combat nuns with him, but only brought some witches who were adapted to the sewer environment, as well as Willow and her daughter.

For example, Heidi and Jutta, although the sewer is not the ocean, it is a humid place with water after all, and it is also dark and eerie enough to be considered half of her home ground.

Another example is Celine. As the fighting force of the monastery, she is a strong fighting force that provides a backup for everyone. It is impossible for her to be absent at such a moment.

There are also Cuibis and Andre. Toxins and poisonous insects are also the main components of the sewer environment, which is suitable for these two people to perform.

The bulky Die and Ekta, who only had the power of fire and might ignite the flammable gas in the sewer if he cast a spell rashly, stayed in the monastery and stayed in their hometown.

A few days ago, Hawthorne had obtained the current Libel Port sewer engineering drawings from the Nangang District Office. Although this thing was not perfect, it was enough for them.

Because the sewers of the entire city are interconnected, they did not go to a specific district, but directly found the sewer entrance marked on the map in Nangang District. After opening the manhole cover, he was the first to climb down the stairs inside.

Chapter 436 Zombies in the Sewer

The bottom of the sewer is very deep, as much as three or four meters, but its depth also means that it is wide enough. The space that is more than three meters high is four or five meters wide, and even large creatures like cows and horses can run freely in it.

In the middle of the sewer is a ditch with sewage flowing, and on both sides are platforms covered with mud and dirt for cleaners to stand on when they come to clean up the obstruction.

When Hawthorne landed here, the chirping of mice and the rustling of insects were heard. It was obvious that their sudden intrusion disturbed the normal lives of these natives.

An indescribable sour and bitter stench lingered in the air. People who came in couldn't help but put on thick masks, in order to block out the smell and conceal their identities.

Fortunately, it is winter now and the temperature is relatively low. If it were summer, it would be hard to imagine how those gangsters and cultists could endure the filthy environment here.

The witches also cast spells and slowly floated down from the entrance of the sewer. Celine, who came down last, sealed the manhole of the sewer. Then everyone turned around, lined up, followed Hawthorne, and headed towards the predetermined route.

Hawthorne activated the light spell to illuminate the map and the road ahead, and walked in first, looking relaxed.

Although he was walking in the front, it was not him who was actually exploring the way, but Andrei. The sewer was full of bugs, which was really the best place for her to show her abilities.

Although she couldn't control the entire area and see everything, it was still no problem for her to control a few unnoticed mosquitoes to guide her along the way.

At least for now, there is no danger.

Well, even if you look at the overall situation, it’s hard to see any real danger.

In fact, even though the sewers of Liber Port are not as dangerous as the Novice Village in the South Port slums, the danger level is not that high.

The reason is very simple. Above is Liber Port, the most prosperous port city in the world, with opportunities to pick up gold everywhere. Anyone with a little ability can work in the city hall or in a large company, which is both stable and profitable. Why bother to hide in this dark underground and do a job that competes with rats for food?

Therefore, the danger level here is not very high. The Eye Demon Shannasa is already the strongest one, but at most he is equivalent to the current Celine. I’m just afraid that he has powerful subordinates under his hands.

The sewer system is so huge.

Unless you have really bad luck, you won't encounter any really strong enemies.

Therefore, Hawthorne's expression was extremely relaxed, so that when he met Shannasa, he would be in the best mental state to face this powerful enemy.

They walked like this for about half an hour. Just when everyone was rejoicing that the sewer was so peaceful and quiet today, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the front, accompanied by the roar of someone or a beast.

Everyone immediately started to get nervous, and then Andre's voice rang in everyone's ears: "Be careful, there are enemies ahead, the necromancers and the zombies they control!"

Everyone's faces suddenly became serious. They didn't expect that after entering the sewer, the first enemy they encountered would be a spellcaster who was one in a hundred in Liber Port!

I am so lucky.

Although they said so, in fact, none of these people were afraid. Especially Huo Sang, who was not frightened but happy, and eager to try.

No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still a piece of meat. Each of these zombies is worth at least twenty-five purification points!

"Form your formation!" he said loudly. He had already given instructions for the original battle plan. "Prepare to engage the enemy!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, dark shadows intertwined, and a huge two-handed sword was already in his hand. The five-ring elemental weapon was used again, but this time he chose freezing energy instead of fire.

After all, in a place like a sewer, open flames can really cause an explosion.

As he held the artifact, Monpot's voice echoed in his mind: "Pah, it stinks! Wow, why are you in this place again!"

Hawthorne's expression remained unchanged, and he shouted in his heart: "Shut your mouth, Monbot, and prepare for battle!"

Monport snorted and said no more. Heidi walked to his side, with the four-ring Hadda arm ready, making a faint black energy appear around her body, ready to turn it into cold tentacles at any time to attack any enemy who dared to rush directly at her.

Jutta's body blended into the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the elite of the enemy at any time; Celine prepared tracer bullets, just a few zombies, she didn't intend to use her full strength;

As for Willow and Adele, they also prepared their own spells. Only Andre's magic power was a little weak, so she had to stay alert at all times and observe the enemy's movements: "The zombies are coming!"

In fact, she didn't need to remind them, as they had already heard the footsteps approaching. With the strong light of the light spell, which was comparable to a high-powered flashlight, several hideous and ugly zombies with a foul odor staggered out from the corner of the sewer ahead.

Adele and Willow cast spells one after the other. Several green vines emerged from under the zombies' feet and entangled their legs, making them unable to move.

Although they are all druids, people from different tribes and with different heritages have different fighting habits. Just like Nidalee prefers to cover the ground with thorns, while Adele and the others prefer to use vines to entangle.

It was obvious that the tacit understanding between the two sides needed to be improved. Hawthorne and Heidi were obviously planning to stand still and wait for the enemies to rush around the corner, first use spells to get a round of free damage, and then go up for a melee attack.

But the mother and daughter of the Centaur were not thinking in this way. They both preferred to take the initiative and attack immediately!

It still needs more running-in...in every aspect.

Hawthorne sighed in his heart, but he didn't complain. He rushed forward. He had already gained the ability to run with big strides before going into the sewer. At this moment, his body was naturally light and he ran like the wind.

He took two steps at a time and rushed straight to the zombie. He silently chanted "purification" to make the blade glow milky white again, and then he slashed straight at the zombie's flesh.

The bound zombies were already slow to move, and now they had no way to evade. Their flesh and bones were as fragile as paper in front of the sharp edge of the divine weapon, and were easily cut from front to back, and then purified into ashes by the white light.

But at the same time, he had already rushed to the other side of the corner and saw the situation clearly. A dozen zombies were carrying large and small bags and were moving slowly forward.

Behind them, several necromancers in black robes and masks just opened their spellbooks, looking for suitable spells to control these undead.

Apparently, necromancers are having a hard time these days. They're actually using zombies as laborers, letting these mindless and tireless creatures help them move things.

Obviously, the sudden appearance of Hawthorne and others disrupted their original plan. These guys probably thought they were on a safe route.

But they all reacted quickly, ordered the zombies to drop their belongings, raised their fists and opened their mouths wide to rush towards Hawthorne.

Their nails and teeth are filled with disgusting poison, and their stiff arms are extremely powerful compared to ordinary people. Being scratched or bitten by them is definitely not a joke for ordinary people.

However, these things were no different from tickling to Hawthorne now. The fists and nails of the zombies could not even break the protection provided by the Legacy of Galaon, let alone really hurt his body.

In front of him now, these zombies can only be slaughtered unilaterally!

However, his fast speed also caused a certain disconnect. The other girls behind him obviously couldn't keep up with his rapid attack rhythm, and the girls in front

The necromancers who were suddenly attacked have reacted, opened their spellbooks, chanted spells and started casting spells!

"Grease!"

A cultist has completed his spell, a first-level spell, Grease!

In an instant, the thick grease of the halo appeared under Huo Sang's feet, covering a total area of ​​about four meters square. Huo Sang, who was about to retreat half a step to avoid the siege, slipped and immediately lost his balance, looking up and falling to the ground, falling heavily on his buttocks: "Ouch!"

His movements were awkward, but there was no real danger. The nuns who followed him couldn't help laughing, and they covered their mouths to hold back their laughter. Only Adele didn't worry at all and immediately laughed out loud: "Hahahahahaha——!"

The sound kept echoing in the empty sewer. Willow felt a little embarrassed when she heard it. She quickly pinched her daughter twice, signaling her to be more reserved and not be so ostentatious.

The remaining zombies rushed over and attacked Hawthorne who was lying on the ground. The people who were gloating over his misfortune stopped laughing and quickly cast a spell to summon some more vines to entangle the zombies that were besieging Hawthorne, making them unable to move.

Heidi also rushed forward, and tentacles made of dark energy continued to appear on her body surface, whipping the zombies and making their movements slower.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hawthorne climbed up from the ground in a miserable state. Looking at the dirt on his body, he was furious and cursed inwardly. Then he stepped forward again, with a purifying light on the blade, purifying the remaining zombies one by one.

On the opposite side, the cultists were still planning to cast spells to attack him, but a huge tracer bullet hit him on the head, and the second necromancer who was casting the spell was shot in the head, and the spell he was brewing naturally died in the womb.

The other necromancers also wanted to take action, but before they could finish their spells and gestures, sharp blades appeared in the shadows.

Uta, who had been lurking beside them, opened his arms, spun his body, and cut their necks with his sharp fingertips, reaping all their lives!

Chapter 437 The Eye Demon's Innate Ability

Without the command of their masters, the zombies suddenly became more confused, not knowing east, west, north, and acting without purpose. In the end, they were all harvested by Hawthorne and turned to ashes under the purifying light.

The battle with the zombies was soon over, and then the other witches began to clean up the battlefield. Heidi walked over to him and used magic tricks to help Hawthorne clean the dirt on his body, making him look brand new.

But his face still looked very unhappy. No one would be in a good mood if he behaved like this in front of his girls.

Adele covered her mouth, giggled, and approached Hawthorne, saying jokingly, "Hey, where's your invincible magic power? Why did you suddenly become so desperate that you used this double-headed sword to fight in close combat? You're not good at this."

Having said that, her tone still contained a hint of advice, and she didn't want him to be so embarrassed.

After experiencing several life and death situations, her opinion of Hawthorne improved visibly. However, she had been wary of him because of her desire to monopolize her mother.

And now she mistakenly believed that Willow had drawn a line between herself and him, so she naturally subconsciously treated him as someone she could rely on and be close to.

Hawthorne sighed, "I have to practice. No matter how many times I practice in the training room, I still need to be tempered in real life-and-death combat. Otherwise, I will never be able to master the essence of close combat."

Adele curled her lips and said, "But you are a spellcaster. Why don't you let the warriors do this? We spellcasters should hide behind and use spells to turn the tide of the battle."

"I feel like there's something wrong with your thinking."

Hawthorne looked slightly surprised: "Spellcasters are not omnipotent. What would you do if you encounter a spell-nullifying barrier or an anti-magic force field?"

Adele curled her lips again: "Then leave it to our comrades. Besides, these two things are still far away from us, right?"

"As I recall, the anti-magic field is an eighth-level spell. We may never encounter an enemy who can cast such a high-level spell in our lifetime."