Witch Monastery

Chapter 674 The Tragic Poet's Ability to Set Rhythm

Hawthorne had already told Ekta all these words in advance, and the latter understood his good intentions and studied hard.

Ethan, with his admiration for Hawthorne, only wanted to leave a good impression on him so that he could cling to his patron saint in the future. Therefore, he did not keep these things to himself and taught him with all his heart.

So, today's scene happened.

"call……"

The fire circle in front of Ekta suddenly dissipated, and she let out a long breath, with obvious fatigue on her face. Ethan also dissipated the fire circle in front of him, and looked at her with a dragon face in surprise, then turned his head and looked at Hawthorne: "My Lord Earl, I can tell you responsibly that Miss Ekta is a rare genius!"

"This is not only reflected in her incredibly large total amount of magic power, but also in her affinity and control over fire, which is terrifying. It took me three months to reach that level, but she did it in less than a week..."

He couldn't continue speaking. He looked at Ekta, breathing out hot air from his big mouth, his yellow vertical pupils filled with shock.

Hawthorne thought that was natural, she was not really an ordinary human, but a fire witch. However, he still had a smile on his face and said modestly on behalf of Ekta: "No, she has received a lot of training in this area before. She has a basic foundation, so she learned so quickly."

Ethan exchanged a few more pleasantries with him, and then Hawthorne turned his head and looked into the distance. After drifting on the sea for ten days, even though the ship was not fast, it was now approaching the country of Borneo. At the latest tomorrow, they should arrive at the port of their destination.

At this time, the moon elf priest Tirrastra walked out of the cabin, holding his forehead with his hands, his face full of helplessness: "Count Hawthorne, can you come over here for a moment?"

"Please persuade those three to stop talking about such heavy topics!"

Hawthorne turned his head and looked at her in confusion: "Huh?"

Then, he saw the elderly moon elf sighing with resentment, "It's hard for me to describe it to you. Anyway, go and listen for yourself."

As she spoke, she stepped aside to make way. Hawthorne did not refuse and walked into the cabin. Then he saw Fatima, who was wrapped in bandages, and Morn, who was wearing a black tuxedo, sitting on the sofa next to the coffee table in the middle of the room, looking sad.

Opposite the two of them, Eric, the bard from the Tragedy Academy, was playing the violin, performing sad and mournful music. The air was filled with a heavy atmosphere, and even the bunny girl behind the bar couldn't stop wiping away tears.

Seeing this, Hawthorne couldn't help but hold his forehead.

After Moren accepted his invitation and joined the expedition, Hawthorne thought that they would fight side by side in the future and would get to know each other sooner or later, so it would be better to meet now, so he put out Fatima's coffin and introduced everyone to each other.

Then, as expected, under the spiritual impact brought by Fatima, a real undead, everyone's acceptance of a vampire joining their team was greatly improved. And because Hawthorne guaranteed it with his own reputation, no one pursued the matter in the end.

Even now, it seems that their relationship is pretty good, except that there is one thing they talk about...

Eric sighed: "Fate is equally cruel to everyone. No matter how you restrain your desires and cravings, even if you just want to hide in a small corner and live your life well, a devastating disaster will suddenly befall you, catching you off guard and causing you unbearable pain."

Fatima nodded gently: "Power, wealth and strength are nothing but passing clouds. When you can no longer smell any fragrance, can no longer taste any sweetness, your whole body is numb like wood, and you can only feel the stench and bitterness, then death is more liberating than living. Only then will you realize that those things you once did not cherish are the most worthwhile happiness in the world, but you will never get them back."

Moen also echoed: "Yes, who would have thought that one day, just standing under the sun and basking in the warm sunshine would become something that we can't get. Those things that we are accustomed to and have never lost, who would have known that they would be so worth cherishing!"

As they spoke, the three of them sighed and raised their hands.

He scooped up the orange juice and clinked glasses together: "In this world, no matter what you exist for, as long as you are still conscious, you will always feel the pain of losing something!"

Behind the bar, the bunny girl who was in charge of serving them listened to their stories and couldn't help but think of the many unsatisfactory things in her first half of life: her parents who were no longer healthy, her uneducated brothers, her lovers who had quarreled and broken up, her sisters who had turned against each other...

The more she thought about it, the more painful she felt. Now her face was full of sorrow and she was holding a tissue, as if she was about to burst into tears.

Standing at the cabin door, Hawthorne's blood pressure was high.

"Stop, stop, stop!" He hurried over and stopped them, "In the face of a war, can't you chat about something light and pleasant to relax? Why do you have to make the atmosphere so heavy!"

Several people looked up at him, thought about it carefully, and felt that what he said made sense, so they turned around and started chatting again.

Fatima spoke first: "Earl Hawthorne and I have already agreed that once the crisis brought by the Old One in the deep sea is resolved, I can return to the desert of my hometown and enjoy eternal sleep."

She said this with a look of relief.

Morn followed closely behind: "I have already made up my mind. In this war to suppress the undead, I want to die here as a martyr. Only in this way can I die a worthy death."

As he spoke, he also revealed a satisfied smile.

Eric nodded approvingly. "It's great that you have this awareness. In this war to eliminate the undead, the future is uncertain. There is a high probability that I will die in a foreign land. When the time comes, you and I can be a little companion on the road to the Styx."

Moen seemed to be interested as well. He nodded and said, "Okay. Ah, I hope that by then, our names can be next to each other on the martyrs' monument. Otherwise, I will feel lonely. Haha!"

He said with a smile, and Fatima couldn't help laughing, as if she saw the day when she would die. She said, "It's a pity that your bodies can be buried intact. As for me, I will probably turn into a ball of sand directly..."

Behind the bar, the bunny girl who was in charge of mixing juice was pale and trembling all over. Then she looked at Hawthorne with pleading eyes, as if to say that she was still young and didn't want to die so easily...

Huo Sang held his forehead with his hand, then went over and took away all their juices one by one: "Okay, okay, stop chatting, the time is up, everyone should do what they need to do..."

He almost forcefully stuffed Fatima back into the coffin and sent Morn and Eric back to their original rooms. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and comforted the girl behind the bar: "Don't worry, you will go back when you reach the port. You don't need to face the real enemy."

This was also Blue Dragon's arrangement. After sending them there, these marines and bunny girls would return to Port Libel. They came here purely to accuse Hawthorne of this journey, so that he could feel at ease and comfortable. It was pure extravagance and waste.

As he was comforting her like this, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that An Nuo had come in at some point and was laughing with his hand covering his mouth.

Suddenly, his face was full of helplessness: "Did you hear it just now? Sigh... I really don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to have the three of them on this ship."

An Nuo couldn't help laughing. He walked to his side, reached out his hand, and gently helped him straighten his collar.

"I think this is pretty good." She suddenly whispered, "A powerful mummy and a vampire are both willing to accept their own death calmly."

Hawthorne sighed: "But, Anno, have you ever thought that only those who have higher moral values ​​and sense of shame will choose to die generously."

"However, often, these people are the ones who make our world a better place. Losing them will make our world a worse place, right?"

An Nuo was stunned: "It seems, yes..."

She pondered Hawthorne's words, and the more she thought about them, the more they made sense to her.

"So." Hawthorne spread his hands. "Personally, I am more open-minded. In my opinion, the form of existence is a secondary thing. The key point is still the qualities he possesses."

He turned his head and looked straight into the depths of the corridor, not hiding his true thoughts: "If possible, I still want to help them two."

Annuo lowered his head, pondered, and considered what Hawthorne had said. Thoughts kept turning in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there seemed to be some truth in it.

After all, not all people are transformed into undead creatures and vampires voluntarily or even actively. These people are essentially victims of evil forces. The placement of these people has always been a complicated problem...

She had never faced such a difficult problem before, and there were only a few words about it in the textbooks, so she had never thought about how to deal with it before. Now she suddenly started to think about it, and for a moment she felt confused and at a loss for what to do.

However, she didn't need to be confused for too long. Soon, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the room, and then the blue dragon captain Pan Jiede quickly walked into the cabin and said in a deep voice: "Earl Hawthorne, there is an enemy attack, and some undead have climbed onto our ship!"

Chapter 675 Sudden Attack

Hawthorne and Annuo turned their heads to look outside the cabin with surprised expressions, and then without delay, they drew their weapons, rushed out of the cabin one after another, and came to the deck outside.

Then they discovered

, as expected, the enemy was already within reach.

Countless zombies with dark blue skin or even corpse spots, emitting some kind of corrupt and foul odor all over their bodies, were crawling up the edge of the ship, landing on the deck, and making terrifying roars at the people on the ship.

They are of different races, including humans, orcs, goblins, and murlocs. But all these racial differences are no longer meaningful. After becoming zombies, their racial characteristics and abilities have been basically wiped out, leaving only the instincts of the undead and their hatred for all living people in the world!

Seeing this, Hawthorne's face became a little gloomy.

Oh, yes, it was mentioned in the background story of the game that these undead creatures were specially built to adapt to underwater in order to fight against the Old Ones sleeping in the deep sea.

However, this kind of thing had never happened in the game, and Hawthorne had not gone in this direction. Fortunately, they were prepared in advance. Although they were not prepared to guard against these undead, at least they were not too hasty.

The crew members on the ship had already taken out their weapons, used shields to protect their bodies, and then fought back with scimitars. Although the time of contact with the enemy was a little hasty, fortunately, they had long known that this sea area was not peaceful and there might be pirate attacks from time to time.

Although they did not encounter any pirates along the way, they always wore armor to be prepared for any possible danger.

So at this time, they only need to draw their weapons and start fighting directly.

Ethan and Ekta had been here for a long time, and were now fighting these zombies together with the navy.

Ethan put his two dragon claw-like hands on his chest, took a deep breath, opened his big mouth suddenly, and then spewed out a blazing fire from the depths of his throat -

The flames covered a cone-shaped area of ​​more than ten meters in front, sweeping away seven or eight zombies in front at once. However, the effectiveness of the fire was somewhat unsatisfactory.

These zombies had just crawled out of the sea, and their bodies were covered with salty and wet sea water. At this moment, the sea water became a barrier to the flames, and Ethan's breath seemed to be ineffective.

In fact, the stench of these zombies became even stronger, making people want to vomit.

In contrast, Ekta's spellcasting process seemed much more restrained. She originally wanted to throw a big fireball to bombard the ship, but was afraid that the explosion of the fireball would destroy the ship, so she changed her strategy and continuously fired scorching rays at the zombies, igniting their bodies in a concentrated and targeted manner, turning them into firemen one after another.

They were fighting fiercely, but more zombies were emerging under the boat. Hawthorne did not hesitate, summoned the double-headed sword, silently chanted "purification", let the milky white purifying light climb up the blade, then took a step forward, ignoring the flames and stench of these zombies, the two blades rotated in the crowd, like a knife cutting tofu, easily cutting through their bodies!

Anno followed closely behind him, silently reciting the incantation of the three-ring spell "Crusader's Cloak", causing the holy light to illuminate himself and strengthen the weapons of everyone around him, adding holy damage to them. He then swung the sword in his hand and chopped at the undead in front of him.

"moonbeam!"

In the back, the moon elf priest Tilrastra chanted mysterious magic spells, and then a full moon as warm as jade appeared above her head.

The moon cast a soft light, falling on the many zombies in front. Suddenly, cold silver flames like ghost fire began to appear on these undead souls, quickly burning their bodies into ashes.

Of course, that was not a conventional flame, but the unique power of the Moon God. Ignoring the seawater that served as a barrier on their bodies, these rays of light could turn the zombies directly into ashes!

However, this was only the beginning. After casting this spell, Tirastri began to chant the sacred prayer: "Essandia, great twin moons, please bring down your wrath upon these filthy creatures!"

As she chanted, a blue crescent moon slowly rose above her head. Then, the warm but terrifying moonlight overlapped with the white moon, causing the zombies to suffer twice as much pain.

Hawthorne turned his head and glanced behind him, thinking that this was the priest of the Moon Realm.

After all, there are two moons in the sky, so they can summon two moons and use them as a medium to perform double spells.

For example, what she was casting now was an ordinary second-level spell "Moonlight". Although the cost of this spell was low, its power was also limited, but now that the two were overlapped, the effect was suddenly terrifying.

Well, priests in the Moon Realm are born with an enhanced metamagic feat, "Twin Spells". This is a very powerful mechanism, but whether it can be used well depends on whether the spells you master are powerful enough.

Tilrastri has not cast too many powerful spells so far, but the power of the double moonlight is enough to deal with these ordinary undead creatures.

In short, under the powerful killing power brought by the two moons, the offensive of the undead was quickly suppressed. Then, in the cabin behind, reinforcements were still coming quickly.

Kassa rushed over and summoned her giant sword. Together with Hawthorne, they cut down the undead like mowing grass. Fatima also rushed over and summoned yellow sand to cover the enemies, but not to kill them, but to

Absorb the moisture from these zombies to create a better output environment for Ethan and Ekta.

Later, Moren and Eric also walked to the door. It was still early and the sun was still scorching hot. Moren had to stop at the cabin door. His expression was slightly annoyed, but he couldn't take a step out of here.

In the end, he had no choice but to take out his magic book from his backpack, and then stood here, chanting spells, and throwing some small spells like freezing rays in front of him as support.

Eric strode out, took out his violin and bow, played a sad and mournful piece of music, and sang a sad poem:

"Oh, look at that dirty and smelly zombie, his face is so young. He is such a handsome and strong young man, but misfortune has ruthlessly changed his fate..."

"Maybe he was once someone's child, the pride of some old father or loving mother. But now he is here, attacking strangers like a monster..."

"Young sailors, please don't be stingy with your blades. If one day you end up in this situation, your comrades will find a way to save you..."

……

He sang and played so loudly that the power of magic resounded in the air, making the marines who heard the music excited and their hands wielding their scimitars became more precise.

However, in contrast, the look in their eyes gradually became sadder, and some of them even began to sob. It was obvious that they were affected by the tragic poet's singing, and their emotions became sad involuntarily.

Chapter 676 Nawashe Port

Hawthorne glanced back helplessly. He felt the bard's magical power blessing him. However, his performance was extremely unfriendly to ordinary soldiers...

But at least, overall he played a positive role.

Forget it, just make do with it and let it go!

As he thought about this, he glanced at An Nuo, who was crying loudly and couldn't hold back any more. He had no time to comfort her or wipe her tears. He continued to kill the enemy, wielding the sword with purifying light.

Fortunately, the undead creatures that attacked them were not the main force of the army, but only a small part of it. So after a short time, these undead were basically wiped out, and the ship returned to safety.

There were basically no casualties among the navy, and for the few who were accidentally injured, Anor, Tilrastra and Kassa were able to quickly heal them with magic.

In addition to being an arcane knight, Kai'Sa is also a combat priest. Although she is not specialized in healing, she has no problem dealing with minor injuries.

But Hawthorne ignored these trivial matters. He walked to the fence at the bow and looked into the distance with a frown and full of worry.

After a while, he called Captain Panjed and asked him directly: "Captain, where are we now?"

Pan Jiede stood beside him and said, "Report to the Earl, we have actually entered the waters of the Kingdom of Borneo. We can reach our first destination, the Port of Navashe, by tonight at the latest."

Navasa Port is the third largest port city in Borneo. Although it is not as large as Kendra Port, it is currently the only port city left in Borneo that is still under its control.

It is also the first stop for all foreign forces that come by sea to support Borneo.

Logically speaking, as the last port city still under their control, the Kingdom of Borneo should keep it at all costs. Otherwise, if international support forces cannot come in, they will really be doomed.

But looking at the current situation, at such a close distance, they can still be attacked by the undead...

Thinking of some terrible possibilities, Hawthorne's expression couldn't help but become gloomy.

There is a high probability that something went wrong with that port.

"Captain, can our ship still accelerate?" he asked.

Pan Jide nodded: "Of course, Lord Earl, do you want to get there as soon as possible?"

"Yes." Hawthorne nodded. "The situation in Washe Port may be much worse than we expected. If we go there too late, I'm afraid all we can see are corpses on the ground."

……

Port of Navashe.