Witch Monastery

Seeing this, he could only look away regretfully.

Then, he suddenly noticed that Annuo, who was standing next to him, had a smile on his face and seemed to be looking at him with ill intentions.

He suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and asked stiffly, "What's wrong, dear? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Annuo stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Were you eager to see Fatima's naked body just now?"

Hawthorne's heart sank, and he quickly shook his head: "No, absolutely not. I have only respect for a lady like Ms. Fatima who understands the great principles. I absolutely do not have any blasphemous thoughts!"

An Nuo snorted softly: "Just take it as what you said, but..."

Hawthorne glanced at her face and found that her cheeks were slightly red.

She stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "It's okay for Amazon women to be unreasonable, but you can't think about other women, understand?"

Hawthorne glanced at her expression and nodded repeatedly, feeling slightly relieved in his heart, fortunate that this girl at least had a normal mentality.

At this time, in front, Fatima changed back to her original form from the yellow sand, and was now fighting with the lich.

The two powerful ancient spellcasters both controlled their own vast magical powers and fought in the way they were best at, but the results they achieved were just a scrape against each other.

Fatima could raise her hand and roll up countless yellow sands, blinding the opponent's eyes while scratching the opponent to cause damage; however, the lich was originally an undead creature, and its eyes had long been rotten, so it was not afraid of this at all; the shield on its body could also block most of the scratches from the yellow sands;

The lich was proficient in all kinds of necromancy, whether it was Withering, Death Circle, Finger of Death or Withering, he was proficient in all these powerful necromancy spells - however, Fatima was also an undead creature, and she was almost completely immune to the damage of these spells!

Therefore, the two of them were simply scraping each other. Fatima's yellow sand could at least scrape off some fur from the lich, and unless the lich suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had to change to some tricks such as fire arrows and freeze rays, he would never be able to cause any harm to Fatima!

"Uh……"

Finally, the fact that no spells could work made the lich go berserk. He raised his withered fingers and uttered a string of powerful words: "Power Word Kill!"

hum-

The terrifying magical pressure entered Fatima's sea of ​​consciousness. The mummy's body stiffened for a moment, but then she continued to cast spells without any obstacles and continued to fight the lich!

"It's done!"

Hearing those powerful words, Hawthorne in the back was cheered up: "He has used up his nine-ring spell. Heidi, Anno, let's go!"

As he spoke, he took out his double-headed sword and ran forward. Heidi and Anno followed closely behind him, while Kasa pouted and held her own giant sword with a slightly melancholy expression.

Because the lich's body was too fragile, Hawthorne was afraid that he would accidentally kill him and would not be able to purify himself, so he asked Kassadin and Celine to wait in the back, and the three of them would go forward.

"You... go to hell!"

Sensing the three of them approaching, the lich turned his head slightly, then raised his hand and chanted another spell: "Circle of Death!"

Six-ring method

Spell, death circle!

Endless dark erosion power emerged, forming a huge circle that enveloped everyone. Hawthorne felt a terrible chill eroding his body, but soon, the paladin's golden guardian aura covered his body, dispelling most of the feeling!

He turned his head and gave An Nuo a grateful look. At this moment, the enemy was already within reach!

Heidi raised her hand, and black mist emerged. Several thick tentacles stretched out and wrapped around the lich's legs, making him unable to move. This guy was not a strong death knight. His fragile body had no strength at all, so he could only rely on spells!

Hawthorne stepped forward and slashed at his chest with a sword of magic energy. The tremendous magic power exploded and hit the lich like a siege wood. The fragile guy immediately fell to the ground and rolled over!

An Nuo did not use the Holy Slash, but just kept the aura following him to provide protection. With her presence, Huo Sang was very confident at the moment, not afraid of this guy's counterattack at all. He chased the lich and chopped it repeatedly, and summoned the purifying aura to completely cover it.

At this point, the lich still wanted to put up some decent resistance, but he no longer had the ability to resist. After a burst of wailing, his body was purified into ashes, leaving only his tattered robes and staff on the ground, waiting for Hawthorne to decide where they belonged.

At this point, the battle is over.

Chapter 632: An Nuo is jealous

Hawthorne let out a long breath and couldn't wait to open the system panel. He saw that just from the lich, he earned 17,000 purification points, which was more than the death knight and his soldiers combined!

He has now instantly accumulated the 20,000 purification points needed to reach level 14!

Suddenly, a strong sense of satisfaction surged into his heart, making him even want to cheer!

Then, he felt a dry wind blowing behind him. He turned his head and saw Fatima standing quietly behind him, staring down at the pile of ashes on the ground. After a long time, she sighed: "He was once a powerful magician who could stir up the world, but now, he can only die in obscurity on this deserted island in a foreign country. It's really sad."

She sighed, but Hawthorne didn't have so many sad emotions in his heart. He immediately changed the subject and returned to the topic between them: "Thank you for your help, Ms. Fatima, otherwise with his powerful magic, we would have suffered heavy casualties today."

Fatima calmed down, regained her composure, looked at him, and said softly, "No need to do this, this is the deal we agreed on."

After a pause, she continued, "Now, it is your turn to fulfill your promise. Please grant me a dignified and honorable death, and then send my ashes back to my hometown."

Hawthorne looked at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a light flickered in his pupils.

Although purifying this mummy would immediately bring me more than 10,000 purification points, maybe I could accumulate enough to reach level 15.

However, we must also consider that Fatima herself is a powerful spellcaster who is no less powerful than Celine now. Moreover, her attitude is very good, and she is clearly willing to cooperate with me...

Beside him, An Nuo's face also showed a feeling of reluctance. In her opinion, the two of them were comrades who had just fought side by side. Even though the other party was an undead creature who should be buried in peace, she still felt a little awkward at this moment.

She raised her sword and was about to fulfill her previous agreement, but Hawthorne suddenly raised his hand, pressed the back of her hand, and then said, "Of course, Ms. Fatima. But before that, I have one more thing I want to consult you about."

An Nuo looked at him in confusion, and Fatima's pretty eyebrows slightly frowned: "You say."

"To be honest, we only encountered three sleepers in these four caves," he said, "namely you, today's lich, and a death knight. As for the last one, the vampire who should theoretically be sleeping here, has disappeared without a trace."

As he spoke, his expression gradually became serious: "After in-depth investigation, we found that he must have absconded long ago."

Fatima’s face changed: “Von Stein ran away?”

Oh yes, the vampire's name is von Stein.

The dusty memory was awakened, and Huo Sang also remembered the name of the boss. He nodded gently and said, "Yes, we plan to track him down next, but we don't know much about his style of doing things. So, can you please provide some detailed information about him?"

Fatima groaned: "This... let me think about what he might do..."

Hawthorne took the opportunity to pursue and said, "In that case, could you please stay alive for a little longer, Madam? It won't be too late until we eliminate these accidental escapees and send you to eternal rest in peace."

"What do you think?"

At this moment, the real purpose is revealed!

He wanted to purify her as late as possible, using various excuses to use the powerful magical power she possessed. After squeezing out the last bit of her value, he would purify her again and make her his own purification points!

Next to him, An Nuo showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, then quickly nodded and said, "Indeed, it is hard to say how much chaos a vampire can cause in the future. Ms. Fatima, we need your support!"

In Hawthorne's

On the right, Heidi looked at Fatima's beautiful face and graceful figure twice, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile that was barely noticeable to anyone.

Fatima, on the other side, didn't seem to be good at dealing with this kind of situation. She looked a little overwhelmed, looking at Hawthorne and Anno's sincere eyes, she couldn't say no.

After pondering for a moment, she could only nod gently: "Well... that's fine, that evil guy von Stein really needs to be eliminated first."

OK, done!

The corners of Hawthorne's mouth curled up slightly, and then he nodded to her sincerely: "Thank you for your understanding!"

Fatima said no more, and seemed a little bored: "I'm tired, I'll go back and rest first."

As she spoke, her body turned into a ball of yellow sand and quickly swept towards his ship, then she lay back in the coffin to rest.

Hawthorne was about to go back, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Annuo was also secretly looking at him, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.

His heart sank slightly, but he pretended to be calm. While collecting the spoils left by the lich, he asked, "What's wrong, dear? Are you worried?"

An Nuo walked up to him, took his arm, and glanced at Heidi. He guessed that she couldn't hear him, so he said with some jealousy: "Are you reluctant to let Fatima go so soon?"

In the distance, Heidi suddenly chuckled and looked over here with a funny look, as if she was in a playful mood.

Hawthorne's heart suddenly tightened, almost rising to his throat, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was about to deny it outright, saying that he was not reluctant to purify her because of her beautiful face, proud figure, delicate skin and the exotic, sexy and charming close-fitting bandage outfit. My dear, please don't be suspicious.

But when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind and swallowed back all the words he had just prepared. Then he nodded honestly and said, "Yes, I definitely don't want to purify her now."

An Nuo's beautiful eyes suddenly widened: "Ah? I thought you would hide it, but I didn't expect you to not even pretend!"

As she spoke, she was a little angry, stepped hard on his foot, and scolded: "I knew that the last time you went to the party of those bad guys, you must have had impure motives and went with the intention of hunting for beauties. You are a pervert by nature, and today when you saw how beautiful Fatima is, you couldn't bear to lose her..."

She gritted her teeth and became angrier as she spoke. She could tolerate some of the Amazons' transgressions since she was a child. After all, in her opinion, it was also a humiliating experience for Hawthorne.

But if Hawthorne took the initiative to look for another woman, the sense of security of mutual trust would be lost, making her immediately suspicious and irritable.

Hawthorne grimaced in pain, but then he shouted, "It's unfair, dear, what are you thinking? Even if I have a strong love of beauty, I won't have any bad intentions towards a mummy!"

"My dear, think about it. No matter how well she takes care of herself, she is still an undead creature after all. Maybe her delicate skin is just an appearance, and the texture is actually the same as old tree bark. I have completely different considerations!"

He said this with righteous words, which made An Nuo stunned: "That's true..."

It worked!

Seeing that his words worked, Hawthorne quickly added: "I can't bear to part with her fighting ability. You just saw it. Uh, I estimate that her strength may be stronger than Celine's."

"If we can keep her here, not only will it be useful for destroying that vampire, but also for destroying our other enemies, such as the fallen prince... She will be of so many uses!"

Chapter 633 When An Nuo Fell Asleep (I)

As he said this, Hawthorne had a bitter face and an extremely aggrieved expression: "I was considering it completely from a utilitarian point of view. Ms. Fatima was willing to die. I only have respect for her in my heart. How could I have such thoughts? My dear... Alas!"

He sighed, turned his head away, and stopped looking at her. An Nuo opened her mouth slightly, her heart had been completely convinced by him, and at this moment her thoughts could not help but waver: "I... misunderstood you?"

It worked!

Hawthorne turned his head away and continued to act cute: "You are not wrong, dear, blame me. I will reflect on my mistakes alone tonight..."

An Nuo took a step forward and grabbed his arm: "Stop, I... I wronged you, okay, I..."

She pursed her lips, her face suddenly turned red, she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "How about, tonight, I can give you with my mouth..."

Next to her, Heidi, who was cleaning the battlefield, suddenly chuckled, covering her mouth and started laughing. An Nuo was startled, turned his head, and looked at her guiltily: "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?!"

Heidi shook her head: "No, don't worry about me, just keep talking to me. I just suddenly thought of something happy..."

As she spoke, she covered her mouth and turned away. Hawthorne tried to keep his expression tight and whispered to An Nuo, "Don't worry about her, she is just like that."

"So, dear, what do we have planned for tonight?"

An Nuo blushed and nodded gently: "Yeah."

"Okay." He was immediately extremely happy, holding her hand, and turned back: "Let's go back, this expedition mission was a complete success!"

The group cleaned up the battlefield.

They all returned to the ship immediately, and Heidi then drove the ship back towards the port of Liber.

A day passed quickly, and that night, a bright moon hung high in the sky above the sea. Under the moon, the big ship broke through the waves of the sea, slowly but still sailing.

Most of the battle nuns had already rested, but at this moment, Annuo was still standing alone on the deck at the bow, holding the railing, feeling the sea breeze, and looking into the distance with a worried look on her face.

She had finished her bath, her long curly golden hair wet and draped over her back. She was only wearing a bath towel, revealing her round and smooth shoulders, which were covered with a layer of moving silver gauze by the moonlight.

At the back, the door of the cabin was pushed open, and Hawthorne, who had also finished his shower and was wrapped in a towel and wearing slippers, came out, stretched out his arms, and hugged her from behind: "What's wrong, dear?"

He could see that she must be worried, otherwise at this time, she should not be standing here in a daze, but would have been lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, waiting to fulfill their agreement in the daytime.

"I'm still a little worried about the undead on that island." Annuo lowered his head and snuggled in his arms. "The fallen prince and his dragon lich are sleeping at the bottom of the island. However, we have no way to eliminate this threat..."

"Hawthorne, I feel a little unwilling. I am a paladin, but now I can only leave in disgrace..."

She complained a little depressed. Hawthorne rubbed her cheek. The scent of soap nuts between her hair made him feel very comfortable. "You can do as much as you can with your strength. Honey, it's already a very rare thing to be able to destroy the death knight and the lich who can cast the nine-ring spell."

"As for that legendary prince, this is not something that two young people like us who are not even twenty years old should do. Don't force it."

He emphasized the issue of age, and Annuo immediately smiled and said with relief: "Yes, we still have time. We haven't grown to our peak yet."

As a paladin with divine power in her body, Annuo can recover from any injury that is not fatal and causes permanent disability - which means that she will not be troubled by hidden injuries like the warriors, and can keep improving her strength through training.

Even if they cannot break through to the legendary level, Paladins can generally maintain their peak until they are over 60 years old, and may even start to decline after 70 years old; while warriors, wanderers and other purely physical professions may begin to decline rapidly in strength in their early 30s, or even before 40 years old, due to the decline in physical functions and the recurrence of hidden injuries.

An Nuo is not yet twenty years old this year. She still has a long way to go and there is really no need to rush.

While saying these words, Hawthorne's hands quietly untied her bath towel, then reached into it, grabbed one of her full and firm breasts, and kneaded it gently.

An Nuo's face turned slightly red. Although there was no one around, they were outdoors after all. The sea breeze made her feel cool, and the shyness so close to her made her feel a little hot.

She turned around, buried her face in his shoulder, and pounded him gently: "Go back to the room!"

Hawthorne smiled, reached out, wrapped her body with the towel again, then carried her back to the cabin, upstairs, and back to their little room together.

As soon as he got here, he couldn't wait to untie her bath towel and threw the cloth directly on the ground.

Annuo raised her head, so Hawthorne lowered his head and kissed her bright red lips. His big hands moved up and down her naked body, caressing her eagerly, not letting go of any inch of her elastic, soft flesh.

He hugged her to the bed and pushed her down on it. Then Annuo naturally raised one leg, having already gotten used to what was about to happen.

However, this time, Huo Sang was not in a hurry to enter. He leaned forward slightly, leaned close to An Nuo's ear, and then smiled evilly: "Dear, what you promised during the day..."

An Nuo blushed slightly and hesitated for a while, as if she was trying to think of a reason to get out of it. But unfortunately, she couldn't think of a suitable excuse in the end.