Witch Monastery

Without hesitation, Hawthorne gave the order and then applied a magical buff on himself. When he found the other party with the strong light, the orcs also found him. These barbaric guys looked up with wide eyes and saw so many beautiful girls in their team. Suddenly, they all roared with excitement.

The female captives they captured would usually be enjoyed by them for a few rounds before being sold to outsiders. How could they not be excited?

There was no need for their officers to say anything; they naturally picked up their giant axes, shouted strange war cries that Hawthorne could not understand, and strode towards him.

I guess these guys were shouting in Orcish, but unfortunately Hawthorne didn't understand this language. But it didn't matter. Even if he didn't understand, he could probably guess what they meant. It was nothing more than a fight.

But, a group of orcs armed with mundane weapons might just be a good way to test the limits of their current defenses?

With this thought in mind, he didn't even summon his weapon, but took a step forward and walked straight towards the orc troops in front.

"Wow--!"

The orc soldier at the front opened his mouth and roared, raised the huge axe in both hands, and chopped at his head with an axe. Hawthorne continued to walk towards him, not dodging or avoiding, relying on the four layers of magical protection provided by the Mage Armor, the Relic of Galaon, the False Life and the Armor of Agathys, just to use him to test his current defense.

Then, the huge axe came down fiercely on his head.

The huge axe hit his shoulder, but the orc felt that when the axe blade touched his clothes, it encountered a strong resistance out of nowhere, as if his axe did not hit his body, but was stuck in a stone and could not be pushed in no matter how hard he pushed!

Not only that, the next second, a strong chill suddenly swept through the body of this brave orc soldier. In the blink of an eye, his body stiffened and he had lost all vital signs!

He has been frozen to death!

Seeing this, Hawthorne nodded slightly. After reaching level 11, his perception and control of his magic power had improved by more than a little bit, so he could clearly feel that his five-ring Agassis Armor had only suffered very little damage, and the overall operating condition was still very healthy.

Wow, it seems that my current defense is even stronger than I expected before.

Orcs can be considered as the most powerful group of humanoid creatures, and the only ones who can compare with them are probably the minotaurs. But after all, he has already negotiated with the minotaurs on the surface, so it is not easy to take the initiative to start a war again, so he has never been too clear about the limit of his normal defense.

Now, the matter has basically been concluded. With the orcs' natural strength, an axe with full force would hardly be able to break through their defenses, and would instead be directly rebounded by the armor of Agathys, killing them.

Well, since even the orcs are impossible, then looking at the entire material world, as long as the enemy does not have magic weapons, it is unlikely that they can hurt me.

Even if it was a giant creature like a mammoth or a Tyrannosaurus Rex, as long as Hawthorne cast a shield to block it, he could just kill them without having to worry about anything!

Chapter 561 The Messenger of the Goddess

Thinking of this, Hawthorne felt quite happy. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the frozen orc's body, which fell stiffly to the ground and hit the ground with a bang.

Then, with his hands behind his back, he continued to move forward among the group of orcs as if he was strolling in the garden.

Seeing that he was hit by an axe but not only was he not hurt, but the soldier who attacked him was frozen to death, the remaining orcs felt as if they were poured with a basin of cold water. Their excitement subsided and their expressions looked surprised and uncertain.

Further behind, those slaves with deathly pale faces also saw the scene here clearly with the help of the strong light. Suddenly, their eyes lit up and a gleam of hope appeared on their expressions.

They seem to be saved!

"Wow--!"

Two daring young orcs who didn't believe in evil roared and rushed up, raising their axes and slashing at his body. Huo Sang still didn't dodge, and used his body to take these attacks. The result was self-evident: he was unscathed, while the two orcs didn't even make a wailing sound before dying, and their stiff bodies swayed and fell to the ground and died tragically on the spot!

This immediately dealt a further blow to the morale of the orcs.

At the back of the orc army, the only orc officer wearing metal armor let go of the topless woman in his hands and looked over here with a serious expression. He obviously realized that something was wrong.

He originally thought that with sixty men against six, he had the advantage and this should be a crushing victory. But now it seems that this thin-looking human male can use strange magic, and his ordinary warriors can't deal with it!

It seems that I still have to take action!

"Don't worry about him, go deal with those women behind him, I'll take care of him!"

He took a step forward, roaring with spit flying, and stretched out his big hand to point directly in the air.

Hearing the voice of their commander, the orcs regained some morale, separated into two sides, ignored Hawthorne, and rushed towards the girls behind him with huge axes and roars.

Hawthorne ignored these soldiers and focused his attention on the orc officer in front of him. The latter also stared at his body, his expression becoming more and more solemn. Obviously, he realized how powerful he was and knew that he must not take it lightly.

However, what made him angry was that the human man in front of him had not taken out his weapon or staff until now.

It was obvious that he looked down on his own strength and was even too lazy to show his true strength!

Thinking of this, the orc officer became furious and his hands holding the giant axe began to tremble slightly.

This arrogant man must pay with blood to let him know the consequences of despising the power of orcs!

"Gruumsh's Fury!"

He suddenly took a deep breath and roared, his deep and rich voice echoing in the passage. His messy hair on his back suddenly moved without wind, and his muscles swelled and bulged, his already sturdy body suddenly became even bigger!

A majestic aura emanated from him, and this orc actually entered a certain enhanced state.

On the other side, Huo Sang was slightly surprised. He had not expected that the orc officer in front of him had actually been blessed by the orc god.

To be precise, it was the orcs' supreme god "Gruumsh", and the orc just called out his name. Although Hawthorne did not understand the orc language, he had heard this battle cry in the game at least 800 times, and he was already very familiar with it.

Simply put, this battle cry means "Gruumsh is angry", which is used to mobilize the power of the orc god to launch a powerful attack.

However, it's not a big problem.

"Blade Ward." Hawthorne chanted a spell and put his left hand on his chest. This was the spell of the trick "Blade Ward", which could directly halve the physical damage received.

Although the effect only works once, it is enough to deal with the orcs in front of him.

In front of him, the orc officer suddenly leaped up into the air and chopped down at him head-on with an axe. The height of the cave restricted his jump, but the power contained in this axe was still not to be underestimated!

But Hawthorne still did not dodge, but took a step forward and stretched out his hand, as if he was afraid that he would miss.

Then, the giant axe drew a half-moon arc in the air and hit his shoulder heavily. If an ordinary person was hit by such a blow, he would be split in half from head to toe!

However, the actual results were not satisfactory.

boom--

The mark of the sword's protection shattered with a bang, but the power in the giant axe was also offset by half. The remaining power was almost the same as the full-strength attack of an ordinary orc, and posed no threat to Hawthorne at all!

The next second, a huge burst of cold air surged out, freezing the orc officer and his metal armor!

Feeling the state of the slightly damaged Agassis Armor on his body, Hawthorne nodded slightly, thinking that fortunately, the damage was not miscalculated and he was almost unharmed.

The orc god Gruumsh is indeed very powerful. He is one of the most powerful gods and is not stingy in granting power to his believers.

However, there were too many orcs, and he couldn't possibly bless everyone. Moreover, the orc officer in front of him only led a small unit of fifty or sixty people, not a large-scale war leader who commanded tens of thousands of orcs and could easily destroy a country. Therefore, the blessing that Gruumsh gave him could not be too strong.

At the very least, the weapon in his hand is not even a magic weapon, but just an ordinary metal axe. How much threat can it pose to himself?

So Hawthorne was not panicked at all, but he also

Without further delay, he reached out and pressed on the orc officer's metal armor, chanting the spell again: "Shocking Grasp!"

Electric claw technique!

This is just a trick, but it is enough to deal with this orc officer.

Because the metal armor on his body is the perfect conductor of the electric claws. Hawthorne didn't even bother to use any spells that require mana consumption, just these are enough!

Shila-

A strong electric current ran through the orc officer's body. His frozen and cold body shivered suddenly. His muscles and internal organs were severely damaged, and his body went limp at once.

"Ugh—!"

He roared in despair, holding on to his body and swinging the axe, trying to continue to resist. Unfortunately, these struggles were doomed to be in vain. His attack on Hawthorne was almost equivalent to hitting himself, which would only make him more severely frostbitten.

But Hawthorne was neither hurried nor slow, and another electric claw fell down, and a smell of being burned by electricity came out of him. The orc officer's legs softened, and then he fell to the ground, no longer able to resist.

When his body fell to the ground, Hawthorne slowly turned his head with a gentle expression, looking at the captives behind him who were shocked and even had a dazed look on their faces, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, the Goddess of Life has sent her messenger to save you."

Chapter 562 Beekeepers

Hawthorne walked forward, silently chanting the spell of light magic, making himself emit soft white light. In this dark, cold and desperate underground world, he was like a real God, walking towards the lost lambs.

On the opposite side, the ragged captives and slaves were all deeply shocked by this scene.

What did they see?

Those brutal orcs who slaughtered their fathers, brothers, husbands, and sons, destroyed their homes easily, and all their resistance was almost in vain. In front of this man, these powerful orcs were slaughtered one-sidedly!

And he actually said that he was sent by the goddess to save us?

If he is not the messenger of God, who else could be!

Similar thoughts emerged in the hearts of every victim. The fear and despair of the past few days disappeared, and the feeling of grievance rose in their hearts. Suddenly, they knelt on the ground one after another, muttering strange dialects that Hawthorne could not understand, and some even broke down and cried.

Seeing their reactions like this, Hawthorne felt relieved.

Fortunately, in this way, a relationship of trust between each other is established, and they will not mistake me for another group of human traffickers or something.

In this way, it will be much easier to help them later.

He then turned around and looked behind him, but in fact there was no need to worry about the battlefield behind him. Although they were besieged by forty or fifty strong orcs, the girls had basically finished their battle.

The first came from Willow and her daughter. They skillfully summoned countless vines to tie up the feet of the charging orcs, so they kept charging forward and fell to the ground. The people behind were tripped by the ones in front, and most of them fell down with a crackling sound. Not only were they in a very embarrassed state, but their fighting power was also greatly reduced.

As for those who rushed over cautiously, they also had to face Heidi's defense. She raised her ring and cast the spell Hadar's Arm, and countless cold magic tentacles emerged from around her, blocking the way forward. Anyone touched by these tentacles would be chilled all over, their limbs stiffened, and their fighting power would be reduced by several levels.

Like Hawthorne, Kai'Sa chose to save mana. But she didn't perform a trick, but instead swung her snake-shaped giant sword and rushed forward.

Hawthorne didn't know the grade of her weapon, but she was able to easily cut off the orc's giant axe and then rip it open. The orcs she hit were either dead or injured. She and Heidi joined forces, and the front line of only two people had already made dozens of orcs helpless, like facing a natural chasm.

Seeing how powerful they were, and how half of them had been killed or wounded in the initial fight, the orcs finally realized that the people in front of them were not easy to mess with. No matter how brave, brutal, and fierce a race was, they would not die in vain. Panic was brewing among them, and it was just a matter of time before it exploded.

Finally, as an orc shouted "The boss is dead", the morale of the remaining orcs collapsed. They dropped their weapons one after another, turned around and fled in panic, some even fell down several times.

They were too lazy to chase after them, and just watched them leave. When the last orc bandit disappeared from sight, the battle was declared over.

"call……"

Later, Adele breathed a sigh of relief, her face flushed with nervousness, but she still had to pretend to be calm. She probably had the least combat experience among all the people present, and had seen the least bloodshed. Even though she was very powerful, she still couldn't help but feel scared when she saw the orcs rushing towards her.

After all, she had once been stabbed in the abdomen by the enemy and almost died, so she had some psychological trauma in her heart.

After she gradually calmed down, she finally had time to shift her attention to Hawthorne in front of her. She saw that Hawthorne was emitting a soft and holy light all over his body. He personally opened the shackles and ropes on the female prisoners, then took out some sheets from his dimensional bag and handed them to them to cover their bodies.

The latter almost all knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, accepting the gifts with gratitude.

, as if they regarded him as the only savior in the world.

Seeing this, Adele's expression suddenly became complicated.

Judging from their appearance and skin color, these female orc captives should be mountain dwellers from the Roof Plateau. After the passage between the Underdark and the material world was opened, the prosperous Port of Libel had not been significantly affected, but the small tribes in the mountains had begun to be invaded by the looters from underground.

Then, she couldn't help but think that the culprit of all this, the Abyss Lord Monbot who awakened the burrowing demon worm, was killed by the man in front of her; her tribe and friends were also given a new home by the man in front of her; even strangers like these were saved because of his existence...

Could it be that he was really the person destined to save the fate of these mountains?

As she thought about it, Adele lowered her head, feeling a little indignant.

Regardless of her psychological activities, Hawthorne continued his actions in front. After helping the captives cover up their bodies, he began to ask about the specific situation: "Who are you? Where is your home? I am Nigel Hawthorne, the adventurer from Libel Port who destroyed the Lord of the Abyss, Monport, and now the Lord of Anshan Town."

"You should have heard of Anshan Town. It is the town that just started to flourish after the New Year this year and provides supplies and medical services to adventurers along the way."

The people present were confused at first, but after listening, a woman raised her hand first and responded, "I've heard of it! I've bought herbs there! Ah, it's called Anshan Town now!"

The others also gradually came back to their senses. Some of them looked at Hawthorne with admiration: "It's you! We know you, thank you, thank you!"

Hawthorne nodded slightly, thinking that his name was quite useful: "So, where are you from? What happened? If possible, I would like to help you."

The woman who first recognized Hawthorne's identity spoke first: "We were originally beekeepers from the 'Fenghua' tribe. After the demon invasion last year, we had to abandon our original apiary and migrate to another place to settle down."

"We didn't expect that the caves near our new home would be connected to the Underdark, and that a large group of orcs would suddenly emerge. We were completely unprepared. My father, husband, and my children..."

The sad things reminded her of, and she couldn't help crying. Others were also infected by this emotion, and their moods that had been sorted out with great difficulty collapsed again, and they couldn't help crying.

Hawthorne nodded slightly, and from this he roughly pieced together the full picture of the attack: the orcs raided their new home, the men fought desperately and were all killed; the old people were also slaughtered because they had no value.

Only a small number of men who were lucky enough to survive, and most of the women and children were captured and brought all the way here. It was probably planned that these orcs would take them back to their own tribes to play with them, or sell them as slaves somewhere else.

Realizing this, his heart was suddenly filled with sympathy.

Alas, this small tribe was very lucky to have escaped the earthquake caused by the burrowing demon bugs and the massacre of Monbot. But unfortunately, good luck does not always come, and disasters will eventually follow...

Behind, Willow also came forward and followed Hawthorne. Looking at these orc captives, she recognized their identities at a glance.

She immediately felt sorry for them and turned to look at Huo Sang, then whispered, "We have to help them, Huo Sang. Their tribe only has so few people left. It is absolutely impossible for them to survive alone in the mountains."

Hawthorne nodded and said, "I have the same idea, but I can't think of a good way for the time being."

As he spoke, he counted the number of prisoners, glanced at the reserves in his dimensional bag, and then said, "Don't worry about anything else. Clean up the bodies of these orcs and then set up camp first."

The others at the back also followed, and had no objection. They all took out tents from their dimensional bags and began to build a simple camp, and gave the extra tents to the newly rescued captives. If everyone squeezed a little, they could barely make it.

At this moment, Celine, who was concentrating on the changes in light and shadow around her, suddenly noticed that a dark shadow was quietly moving in the cave, as if it wanted to escape quickly when they were not paying attention.

Immediately, Xilin raised her eyebrows, and then shouted sharply: "Who is there? Come out!"

The shout was like thunder; the dark shadow huddled into a ball, trembling and not daring to move.

Chapter 563 Dark Elf Loli