Witch Monastery

"But the Gaoling tribe and the Owlbeast tribe are not good enough.

The former has a large population, and the latter needs to tame chimeras. In short, the gap in supplies is very huge. Even young and middle-aged people can only eat one meal a day. "

"They had no choice but to start spring hunting, but this broke the rules in the mountains. Spring is the season for animals to grow fat and reproduce, so hunting is not allowed. So this offended many people..."

"Right now, they are under a lot of pressure from outside the alliance, while blaming each other: the Mountain Riders and the Stoneskin Tribe are openly and covertly accusing the other two of not going on the Spring Hunt, while the latter are saying that the former are talking without any concern. It's almost reaching the point of internal strife and division..."

Hawthorne originally wanted to listen to this matter seriously, but when he heard that those people who were once ignorant and caused so much trouble were now living such a miserable life, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly.

Although he knew that this was actually immoral, he couldn't help it.

Amitabha, Goddess of Life, I will recite sutras and do good deeds after I go back to make up for the merits I missed today, Amen!

He thought silently in his heart, and then he could no longer hold back his laughter: "Ah, how pitiful! I feel so sorry for them!"

Nidalee glanced at him, feeling that her master was saying one thing and thinking another. "So, before, they sent someone to ask us to donate some supplies to them because we were allies."

Hawthorne's smile immediately disappeared. He was about to say, "You must be joking. We don't support beggars." But when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind and swallowed them back.

"Ah, this must be given. We can't just watch them suffer in vain," he said.

Nidalee's beautiful eyes widened: "Master, you... are so generous?"

Deep down, she was actually willing to support her father, but she knew very well that this town was not hers, but Hawthorne's, so she had to ask his attitude first.

She had thought that he would be the type of person who would take revenge for any slight, but she had never imagined that he could actually forgive those people?

On the side, Celine was also surprised when she heard this. But Heidi's surprise quickly faded away, and she continued thoughtfully, "Oh, then the question is, who will receive and manage these supplies?"

Nidalee blinked. "Ah? Is there a difference?"

Hawthorne glanced at Heidi approvingly, then asked the druid in his arms, "Nidalee, how is the issue of the heir to the High Ridge tribe going now?"

Nidalee suppressed her doubts and answered his question first: "The old patriarch is about to die. Without Toren, the optimal solution in all aspects, the competition for succession has reached a white-hot stage."

"The most popular person at the moment should be his second son, Mota Gaoling. It was he who led the Tauren people in the spring hunt, which alleviated the food crisis and is quite popular within the tribe. Although he has also received huge external pressure and accusations because of this, it was he who saved the tribe from starvation after all..."

"In addition, the hot contenders include..."

She described everything, and Hawthorne listened carefully. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Is there any candidate who is very unpopular and seems hopeless, but is actually qualified and may also have ambitions?"

Nidalee was stunned, and she vaguely guessed his purpose. She thought about it for a while, and then gave a candidate with difficulty: "It should be, uh, there is one."

"This man is called Garon Gaoling. He is, uh, Torun's cousin. He has been following Torun before."

"After Toren's death, most people without ambition quickly turned to other heirs, but he did not make a clear statement. Everyone thought he was ignorant of the world because he was too young to seize the position of chief..."

Hawthorne nodded. "He seems like a perfect candidate, Nidalee. Investigate him carefully to see if he has any ambitions!"

"Toren is my good comrade who has been through thick and thin with me, so it's not too much for me to take care of his little brother and hand these supplies directly to this Garlon, right?"

Nidalee suddenly had an idea: "Master, you want this battle for succession to be..."

Hawthorne smiled and nodded. Behind her, Heidi also smiled and said, "It would be best if we don't really determine the winner before the old chief dies!"

Hawthorne gave Heidi an approving look. The sins committed by the Gaoling tribe could not be written off just because of the death of one Toren!

He wants to divide this tribe, cause civil war, and fratricide, until it disappears completely and no one remembers it anymore!

Nidalee leaned on Hawthorne's chest, her lips curled up slightly. She was glad for the result. Although Hawthorne's intentions were not pure, after all, his decision could help her father ease the crisis.

In her opinion, this was enough and she was already very satisfied.

"Are there any other troubles? I've come here with great difficulty, so I'll solve them all for you at once." Hawthorne continued.

Nidalee regained her composure and continued, "If I must ask, there is actually another problem."

"Tell me." Hawthorne hugged her tightly again and asked.

"It's about the name of the town," Nidalee said. "Now the population of this town has exceeded one thousand, and there are a lot of people coming in every day. But those adventurers who pass by don't know how to call us, and they call us all kinds of names."

“Although there is no obvious performance yet

There is something wrong, but I think it is better to solve this matter as soon as possible.”

As she spoke, she moved to a more comfortable position, so that her chest was pressed against his chest, pressed into two round cakes, and she leaned on his shoulder: "We discussed it and agreed that this name should be chosen by you. After all, no matter what, you are the one who led us to this point."

This is true. After all, he was the one who defeated the Lord of the Abyss, he chose the location of the camp, and he also built the first batch of houses. As an angel investor here, he is definitely the most qualified to name this town.

No one dared to usurp this power before he gave the order.

Hawthorne also understood this truth, but he did not refuse with any hypocritical excuses. Everyone here was his own family, so there was no need to be so polite.

But this name did give him some difficulty. In fact, he wanted to name it "Jingshan Town", indicating that this town was established to purify the demons in the mountains.

But on second thought, the Mountain Cleansers Alliance's reputation is already terrible, and it would not be appropriate to have any further connection with them - even just in name.

But, what should it be called?

Looking back, Willow, him, An Nuo, and a group of people entered the mountains with only one purpose: to purify the demons and evil spirits and bring peace to these mountains.

Well, not only the demons, but also unstable elements like the Mountain Cleaners Alliance will definitely be targets in the future.

that……

Thinking of this, after a moment's silence, he continued, "Let's call it Anshan Town."

"I would like to use this name to commemorate those heroes who fought bravely and even sacrificed their lives for the stability of the mountains."

Chapter 554 Willow's Changes (I)

Outside the town, in a woodland.

Willow Greenvine, the satyr matriarch of the Greenvine Tribe, sat cross-legged in meditation, breathing evenly, as if she had merged into one with the entire nature.

She was still wearing the druid robe woven from leaves, but now, with the change of seasons, the robe had changed from the original color of withered yellow leaves to a bright emerald green like young buds.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, her pupils were as calm as a lake, without a trace of emotion.

It went smoother than she had expected. After returning to the mountains and celebrating the New Year, she had eliminated the influence of demons and other factors early on and returned to the druid's ethereal state of mind.

In fact, after this experience, she felt that her spellcasting ability seemed to have improved a lot. Although she was still not as talented as her daughter who was a bit evil, she was definitely much stronger than last year.

Perhaps next, I can ask my daughter how to learn the five-ring spell.

As she thought this, in her ethereal state of mind, she did not feel any shame in asking her daughter for advice, and she did not even feel any emotional upheaval.

She felt that she was getting closer and closer to the realm of "Great Druid". As long as there was an opportunity, once she mastered the sixth ring spell, she would naturally break through.

In the distance, there was the sound of footsteps. Willow turned around. Although this was where she was practicing, she did not order anyone to come near. As long as they did not disturb her normal practice, then everything was up to them.

Then, she saw a familiar figure with white hair, tall and thin, wearing a slim black priest's uniform.

Hawthorne

Willow's pupils shrank slightly, and a strange emotion suddenly surged from the bottom of her heart, making her lust unable to help but surge in her heart.

But to her surprise, even though her body reacted naturally, she seemed to still be in the druid's ethereal and pure state, and had not lost her connection with nature.

Why is this?

She didn't know, and then she saw Hawthorne stride to her side and show a warm smile: "Nidalee said you were practicing here, so I came directly here to find you."

"How are you doing recently? Is there anything that cannot be resolved within the tribe? If so, please don't hide it. I can't come here often."

Willow walked forward naturally, took his arm, and felt the desire in her heart surging. She couldn't help but want to push him to the ground, strip off his clothes, and then sit on him hard.

Look at the surrounding environment, forests, grass, soil, breeze, birdsong...

Such an environment is so beautiful, and it is very suitable for doing something that everyone loves to do...

As she thought about this, she was shocked by her own thoughts. She quickly suppressed these thoughts and said to him in a calm tone: "Everything is fine on my side. Most of the half-goats are born with the ability to cast spells and stabilize the injuries of others. As long as there are no malicious people messing around, we can arrange our lives very well."

Huo Sang nodded slightly. Seeing her like this, he suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little strange.

But when she held my arm, with my arm deeply embedded between those plump and soft breasts, feeling her familiar touch and body temperature, that strange feeling soon disappeared without a trace.

Well, she is still the familiar her, just with a different speaking habit.

Thinking of this, Hawthorne continued, "Do you have time recently? There is something I need your help with."

In the past two days,

He had been busy helping Nidalee deal with town affairs, meeting with orc representatives from the Stonefist Tribe, calculating supplies to support the Highmountain Tribe, preparing various contingency plans, and so on.

After finishing all this, he finally had some time to relax and think about how to deal with his own affairs.

Next, he had to enter the Underdark through the path in the mountains, so he needed someone who was familiar with the mountains and had good strength as a guide.

Originally, the best candidate was Nidalee, but she said that she was too busy with things in Anshan Town and couldn't leave - this was the truth. At present, there was really no second person who could take on the responsibility, and many things really required her to make decisions.

Therefore, he had to settle for the next best thing and ask Willow what her attitude was towards this.

Anyway, she has a soft personality and often doesn't make tough decisions. She always listens to Nidalee's advice, so her influence on the management of the entire Anshan Town is not that great.

"There should be." Willow nodded slightly, sniffing his scent. She felt the fire in her body burning fiercely, almost uncontrollably burning out of her body. "Tell me first, what's the matter."

Hawthorne then took her arm, and as they walked along he related the whole story and explained what he needed now.

Willow listened quietly. In fact, she and Malena had no interaction at all. After all, she had only been in the monastery for a few days. At most, she was just an acquaintance and knew of such a person's existence.

However, this did not prevent her from having great sympathy for her family's experience after hearing the whole story: "How could such a thing happen? That fallen angel is truly abominable and should be punished accordingly."

Hawthorne nodded: "So, can you come?"

Willow raised her head and looked at him: "I can come with us. Now that the path has been opened, we will inevitably have to deal with our friends underground in the future, right?"

"I can take this opportunity to sort out the current underground maze and compile a reliable map. This way, no matter what I do in the future, I will be more secure."

Seeing that she agreed so readily, Hawthorne lowered his head and looked at her eyes that turned emerald green with the season, and her light pink lips that were slightly moist. A feeling of pity suddenly surged up in him, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.

Willow closed her eyes appropriately to accept his kiss. The four lips touched together, followed by the touch of teeth.

Hawthorne skillfully pried open her mouth and inserted his tongue into it, teasing the small tongue inside that was as soft, moist and slightly sweet as a clove, and indulged in it to his heart's content...

But at this moment, a scream suddenly came from behind them: "What are you doing?!"

It's Adele's voice!

Just now, the satyr girl heard passers-by say that Hawthorne had arrived in the town quietly, and she couldn't help feeling happy in her heart.

But later, when she heard that he was heading towards the place where her mother often practiced, she immediately felt that something was wrong.

She then cast a spell, moving forward at high speed through the bushes as if flying, rushing here in a hurry, and then...

What did she see?

My own mother, and that man, them, the two of them...

They were actually kissing!

Oh my god, I wasn't paying attention and they kissed each other?!

A strong feeling of shock filled Adele's heart, and she couldn't help but scream, interrupting them.

Then, something even more shocking and painful happened to her: after he interrupted the kiss, the two people whose lips parted, especially her mother, did not separate from Hawthorne as she had done in previous times.

Willow maintained her arm around his arm and turned to her and said, "We are discussing something, Adele. Don't be so shocked. It's rude."

Listening to her mother's criticism, Adele suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart.

What kind of things need to be discussed with a kiss?!

You two, both...

what--!

She didn't dare to think about it any further. The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached and she couldn't bear it.

However, when she saw Hawthorne's smiling expression, an unknown flame suddenly surged in her heart.

Absolutely, we can't let this man be so proud!

Absolutely, absolutely not!

Replaying in her mind the time when he was full of energy and had everything under control, and thinking about her mother's weak character and how difficult it was to raise her, Adele suddenly felt a huge pressure in her heart.

But, in order to make his mother belong to him alone, he had to do this!

Thinking of this, she forced a smile and continued, "Ah, Father Hawthorne is our benefactor, and I am also concerned about his affairs!"

As she said this, she was like a lively little deer, skipping to the other side of Willow and holding her other arm: "What are you talking about? Why don't you tell me too?"

Willow did not doubt him and told him the dilemma Hawthorne was facing in detail: "So I plan to go to the Underdark with him and check our map while I am there."

Adele's smile faded, and as she looked at Hawthorne, there was gradually a hint of understanding in her eyes.

So this guy came to see his mother for