Witch Monastery

Your choice is the right one.

With his back to the setting sun, he strode back towards the monastery.

However, just as he returned to the yard, Cuibisi rushed towards him with a newspaper in her hand: "Master, the latest news is that the Holy Elephant Army of the Pala Kingdom repelled the army of the undead, but the enemy immediately changed their strategy and no longer focused on attacking large cities. Instead, they began to sweep the coast and villages."

"Right now, the country of Borneo is seeking help from the whole world, hoping to eliminate this army of undead as soon as possible."

……

The Cavendish family, in the basement.

It was dark here and there was no sunlight. Even though there were servants cleaning the place all year round, it was still filled with an unbearable musty smell.

In the corner of the basement, Moen Cavendish sat alone on a chair, his entire upper body and legs tied tightly with thick hemp ropes, leaving him no room to resist.

If there was even a ray of light here, one would be able to see that his facial skin, which was once fair but as smooth as jade, was now as pale as if he had lost too much blood, and his eyes had turned scarlet red - and if he opened his mouth, his sharp canine teeth would give people a feeling of choosing anyone to bite.

What was even more terrifying was the change in his expression. His previous confidence had completely disappeared, and now his hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot, like a mad mental patient or a devil ready to devour anyone at any time.

He almost went crazy. What he had seen in the living room before broke through his psychological defenses and made him feel greatly betrayed.

Especially after being transformed into a vampire, he could no longer trust anyone. As soon as he regained consciousness, he would cause trouble, and all his actions seemed to be seeking death.

So his family had to tie him up and lock him in the basement, waiting for him to calm down and wake up.

He had been alone in the darkness for countless days and nights. No one paid attention to him, and no one knew what he was thinking. Time seemed to have lost its meaning, but the red light flashing in his eyes showed that he had never stopped thinking.

And finally, one day, things changed.

With the sound of the basement door being pushed open, a figure slowly walked down. He was white-haired but energetic, wearing a neat tuxedo. It was Moen's grandfather who had recovered.

He walked all the way to Morn, looked down at his most promising grandson, and sighed: "You are still too impatient!"

Moen lowered his head and ignored him, as if there was nothing more sad than a dead heart, and as if he was thinking about other things.

"That vampire is too powerful for us to fight against." Regardless of his grandson's emotions, Old Cavendish continued, "And we have been transformed into his kind, so what problem can you solve by yelling like you do?"

"We can only rely on the power of others, while ensuring that we are not discovered." He concluded, "Just like now, von Stein is dead, and our family has gained powerful power!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands and looked at them with a hint of intoxication and obsession:

It’s like now, we have endless youth, inexhaustible energy, and the predictable, increasingly powerful magic in the future!”

The corner of Morn's mouth curled up, as if he was mocking something.

But old Cavendish didn't notice these. Then, the old man reached out again, and his sharp nails scratched the ropes that bound Morn, instantly freeing him: "You still have a lot to learn. At the very least, you need to stay calm and trust grandpa's judgment."

After saying that, he turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked up the stairs: "You should reflect on this carefully, and then pack up your things. Let's get ready and go back inland."

Even though they had gained their freedom, as vampires, continuing to hang out in the port of Liberl where many powerful people gathered was tantamount to seeking their own death.

And in the now extremely chaotic interior of Sein, there is undoubtedly great potential in secretly developing power with the power of vampires.

This is what the old man thought, and as he said this, he strode out.

In the back, young Morn Cavendish slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes sparkling. However, no one knew what he was thinking about...

Chapter 659 The World Gathers at Bhara

In the Black Rod District, in this cafe that Anno often visited.

Hawthorne sat by the window, reading the detailed report of the disaster of the dead in Borneo while waiting for Anno to arrive.

The more he read, the more confused he felt, and the more he felt that things were not as simple as they seemed. Although the Pala Kingdom claimed a great victory, in the end, they only stopped the army of undead from advancing to the core cities inland, and had no way to stop them from wreaking havoc along the coast and in various non-urban areas.

There, every village and town far from the core cities were being ravaged by the undead. The graves of their relatives and ancestors were dug up and their bodies were turned into blasphemous undead spirits.

Even every day, small cities were destroyed and fell by the main force of the Undead led by the fallen prince. If the citizens inside did not escape early and in time, they would irreversibly become part of the Undead army.

In this regard, the country of Pala understood its true situation better than anyone else. Therefore, even though they were still constantly promoting information such as "great victory" to their own people, they did not hesitate to release a message for help to the outside world, hoping that the strong people from all over the world could send a team to support them.

What happened in the country of Borneo made Hawthorne's heart indescribably sad. Although he had no good feelings towards this country, his basic sympathy made it impossible for him to ignore this matter.

Of course, there is also the idea of ​​gaining some purification points.

But he is not able to act alone. Compared with such an army of millions of undead, his current strength is still too weak.

Therefore, he needed to first inquire how much help and support he could get if he planned to go to that country to eliminate the undead.

He didn't have to wait too long. Outside, a beautiful figure rushed over quickly. It was An Nuo who had changed into casual clothes. It was already autumn now. She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater that perfectly outlined her towering chest curves.

Hawthorne always felt that An Nuo's body was far from stopping growing. At least from his point of view, her body lines were becoming more and more attractive over the past year.

Of course, this is also inseparable from his diligent cultivation and nourishment.

Seeing him, An Nuo couldn't help but smile. She sat down in front of him. Her favorite coffee had been ordered on the table. She took a sip of the cup and then got straight to the point: "Do you want to go to Borneo?"

Hawthorne nodded slightly: "Well, the people there are being attacked by the undead, and I can't tolerate myself sitting back and watching."

As he spoke, he turned the document in his hand over and handed it to her. Annuo took a closer look and saw that the key information on it had been specially marked with a red pencil.

"Well, you see, the country of Polo always likes to brag." He continued, "But in fact, the affected area is still expanding, the army of the undead is still expanding, and now even... Tsk, I can't imagine it. After all, it is a densely populated country."

Finally, he concluded: "I plan to visit that country, but my power is limited after all."

After a pause, he looked at An Nuo expectantly: "Dear, does the Black Rod Tower have any ideas about this matter?"

An Nuo showed an extremely embarrassed expression, then shook his head: "This may disappoint you."

"The Black Rod Tower also discussed this matter internally, but the conclusion was disappointing: they believed that this incident happened in Borneo, so a special international support team should be sent to provide assistance. The Black Rod Tower is only the guardian force of Libel Harbor, and should not blindly interfere in the affairs of other countries."

She sighed softly as she spoke: "I used this as an excuse to apply, but even my personal long vacation was not approved."

After all, Borneo is far away from Port Liber. Even if everything goes well, it will take more than a month to go back and forth.

Not to mention that he would have to solve the problem there. If things went wrong, he might have to be away for half a year. Without the consent of the top leaders of the Black Rod Tower, An Nuo would have to withdraw.

There may be such a long vacation.

Although he had expected this, Hawthorne still felt disappointed after hearing her say this: "Is that so... Well, this is indeed the actual situation."

He was not interested anymore, and seeing him like this, Annuo could not bear it. She bit her lower lip, with an expression of guilt on her face.

"How about I go and tell Lord Gonggong about this?" She said softly, "Even though the Black Rod Tower can't intervene in such a big matter, the authorities of Libel Port will definitely send a support team."

“Well, even if that’s the case, they probably won’t transfer any personnel from the Black Rod Tower, so I still can’t go…”

She said this with a somewhat helpless expression. Even if Hawthorne's reasons were excluded, she still wanted to go out for such a trip.

Although Libel Port is the world's largest economic center, there are some forces that have never come here to trade. For example, many desert kingdoms in the distant Black Earth Continent, and the Red Sand Empire ruled by red dragons in the far north of the continent, she has never dealt with any of them.

This time, they would most likely gather in the country of Borneo, so she wanted to go there and see the bigger world.

Hawthorne stood up and sat across the table, next to her, and put his arms around her, whispering, "It's okay, dear. I can handle it myself."

An Nuo relaxed her body, huddled against his chest, sniffed her delicate little nose, and said, "I know you can handle it, but in this critical moment, I can't be with you, wuuuu..."

She murmured in frustration, her voice was cute. Hawthorne smiled, hugged her body, and stroked her soft long hair. He knew that after this separation, they might not be able to see each other for half a year, so he was very reluctant for a while.

After such a long time, the two finally separated again. Hawthorne hugged her and kissed her deeply as a farewell, then watched her go back to the Black Rod Tower, while he got on the carriage again and headed straight to the central area.

It was already late, Hawthorne and Anno had been in love for too long and had forgotten the time. So now the sun was setting.

Half an hour later, at the bottom floor of Blue Dragon Bank.

Hawthorne and Rahman sat on either side of the huge sandalwood round table, enjoying the table full of steaming barbecue while chatting about the next plan.

"How ready are you?"

Rahman swallowed a piece of camel meat without any seasoning and opened his mouth slowly. There was no dragon-like aggression in his yellow eyes, but the gentleness of a close friend.

All the major forces in Port Liber are organizing to assist the Kingdom of Borneo, among which the Golden Dragons are the most active: after all, they have always regarded themselves as the "leaders of the world", so when faced with such a matter, they naturally rush to the front of everyone.

As the force that most wanted to challenge the authority of the Golden Dragons, the Blue Dragons naturally did not want to give in in this matter. Unfortunately, their appeal was far inferior to that of the Golden Dragons, so if they wanted to gather a force from the social level through normal channels, they would naturally not be able to compete with the Golden Dragons.

Therefore, Rahman wanted to borrow Hawthorne's appeal, hoping that he could gather a reliable team to solve this crisis of the undead.

In response to this, Hawthorne took a sip of the sour red wine, frowned, shook his head slightly, and gave a pessimistic answer: "Not very good, I encountered some difficulties."

Chapter 660 I originally wanted to reject them...

After working together for more than a year, Hawthorne knew the character of this blue dragon, so he no longer had to beat around the bush with him. "I contacted An Nuo before, but the Black Rod Tower seemed to have no plans for this matter. She couldn't apply for her vacation, so she couldn't go to Borneo with me."

Rahman nodded slowly, and the dragon whiskers on his chin swayed gently. "The Black Rod Tower is focused on guarding Libel Harbor. This is also normal."

After a pause, he said softly, "My brother has recently created some new equipment. These are special plate armors that can assist in movement after being powered on."

"These power armors are very thick, with an average thickness of five millimeters and a weight of nearly two hundred kilograms. They have an excellent defensive effect."

"But you don't need to worry about how difficult they are to use. Test results show that people wearing them can move almost as flexibly as if they were wearing only leather armor. Far from being hindered, they will be more agile."

As he said this, his tone was filled with anticipation: "So I was wondering if you could gather a thousand-man army, equip them all with these power armors, and then go to the Kingdom of Boro to support their cause."

"I believe that with these advanced equipment, you will definitely be able to shine on the battlefield easily."

This is his selfish motive. He wants to promote his brothers and also advertise for the Blue Dragon Group.

If Hawthorne agrees, then this army of a thousand people will definitely fly the flag of the Blue Dragon Consortium, so that they can be comparable to the Golden Dragons in momentum.

And with Hawthorne's strength, if they can make more great achievements, then they can overwhelm the golden dragons in momentum just like the disaster brought by Mompot last time!

And he will become the most dazzling new star within the family.

This was Rahman's idea. However, Hawthorne frowned slightly, weighed the pros and cons, and finally shook his head slightly.

Made this plan.

"Not suitable." He said, "When facing the undead, human wave tactics are meaningless. This is different from demons. After all, demons in the material world need to spend a lot of time to be re-summoned after the battle is over, and cannot be replenished in real time on the battlefield, so a war of attrition works."

"But the undead can do it. So if too many people go out to fight, there may be more and more undead. Uh, Your Majesty, you should have heard of this kind of thing?"

Rahman nodded slightly. Although he had never taken risks, he was still quite knowledgeable: "That's true, alas..."

He extinguished these thoughts and turned to respect Hawthorne's plan: "So what is your idea? I don't know much about it. Just tell me your plan and I will provide you with more financial assistance."

"Beheading is the most efficient method," Hawthorne said. "My idea is to form a strong enough spearhead team and behead the enemy leader. Without the death knight riding the dragon lich, this undead army will definitely be completely disintegrated."

He was very confident about this matter. Unlike the situation with Monport, he didn't understand the fighting style of the Abyss Lord after all, so he was not confident in the fight and never thought of taking the initiative to behead the other party.

As for this Death Knight, he had defeated him too many times in the game and was already familiar with his opponent's fighting style. Therefore, after earning more purification points in the Kingdom of Bora and upgrading one or two levels, he was confident that he would be able to defeat him directly!

Looking at his expression, Rahman nodded slightly, expressing his approval: "Very good, then, what is the specific plan? Oh, Hawthorne, thanks to your great success last time, I can increase the amount of support I can give you to 500,000 dragon gold this time."

He spoke gently, but what he said was an astronomical figure: this was almost equivalent to five million gold coins, and all of them were invested in Hawthorne alone!

Huo Sang stroked his chin and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, can you find a way to make the Black Rod Tower make an exception this time?"

Rahman was slightly startled: "Oh?"

"For example, I will go to Laila Silverhand and negotiate some conditions with her so that the Black Rod Tower can also send some people to go with our consortium in the name of cooperation to provide support to the Kingdom of Borneo." He said, "At this time, it would be a bit inconvenient if there were no paladins to participate in the beheading. And the only reliable paladin I know is Miss Anno."

He said this with a frank expression, not hiding his selfish motives at all.

Rahman nodded, then pondered: "Okay, if we do it this way, if we bribe the government directly, we can mobilize a higher amount..."

……

The next day, Black Rod Tower, top floor.

When the clock pointed to six o'clock in the morning, Vajera woke up from the big bed on time, then got up, changed her clothes, washed up, and prepared to start the magic training this morning.

She has always been extremely self-disciplined. She knows that there is no divine bloodline in her body to rely on, only the blood of the devil and its derivatives, which are holding back her career.

Therefore, she could only rely on this life that was as regular as a clockwork to temper her will and restrain her behavior, so as to ensure that she could always remain calm and reliable.

After quickly practicing all the spells she knew, she began to enjoy today's breakfast. As the leader of the Black Rod Tower, her life was not luxurious, and her breakfast was just bread, fruit, milk and eggs, which ordinary wealthy families could enjoy the same treatment.

She had to restrain her desires in this way to avoid being confused by the devil's temptations.

Finally, after everything in the morning was over, it was almost eight o'clock. Vajera chanted a spell, activated the teleportation array in her room, and then went directly to the meeting room on the ground floor.

As the top leader, the first thing she would do at work tomorrow was to hold a meeting - this seemed to be the case everywhere.

When she was teleported to the head seat in the conference room, many yawning mages were already waiting for her at the long round table.

Even though she was very self-disciplined in her morning exercise, at this moment, Vajera suddenly put on a lazy attitude, leaned back in her chair, and said, "Everyone, what are we going to discuss today?"

Some mages below looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, one of them said to her, "We've received news from the Mithril District. Let's organize a sharp knife team, led by An Nuo, to cooperate with Earl Hawthorne to behead the undead army in the country of Bo Luo."

Hearing this, Vajera frowned slightly.

"Hasn't this matter been discussed?" she said, "The Black Rod Tower is responsible for the security of Libel Harbor. Aid to foreign countries has nothing to do with us."

"Besides, we are now busy blocking the tunnels made by the burrowing demons and blocking the Underdark residents from coming to Port Libel. Why are there still orders in this regard? Didn't you use this reason to refuse?"

She questioned, but the old wizards below just swallowed their saliva.

"This is the suggestion of the Lord of the Open City." A wizard said, "We originally wanted to use this reason to reject this proposal, but she offered too much."