Witch Monastery

He took the time to call out the system, took a quick look, and found that each of the four Death Knights had given him 1,300 purification points, which added up to a total of 5,200.

Although not much, at least the number of undead creatures along the way was considerable. With the accumulation of a little, he had earned nearly 10,000 points in the whole day today.

He let out a long breath, turned his head and looked around, and found that with the command center destroyed, the pressure on others was greatly reduced.

The flying undead in the sky staggered and didn't know how to dodge, as if they had become living targets, easily shot down by Celine's tracer bullets, or drained of water by Fatima, fell stiffly to the ground, and then were engulfed by flames.

The undead on the ground also began to stagger, their movement speed dropped significantly, and they were slowly burned and roasted by Ekta's flames, emitting a strange smell mixed with barbecue and decay, and finally turned completely into ashes.

At this point, the battle seemed to be basically over.

Hawthorne heaved a sigh of relief and did not rush back, but stood there to recover his strength. He did not have to wait too long, the witches quickly and successfully dealt with their respective enemies and then returned to his side.

Without the comprehensive planning of the necromancer, the undead creatures in other places would just wander and attack aimlessly. They could no longer form a unified command and naturally no longer posed much of a threat.

The three girls also had a chance to catch their breath and fell beside him to rest. Facing such a large number of enemies, even with the witches' huge magical reserves, their physical strength and mana were now running out, and even Celine's face showed obvious fatigue.

Ekta looked even more embarrassed. After all, she couldn't fly yet and had been standing on the ground fighting the enemy. She was exposed to smoke and fire, and there was even some black ash on her nose.

However, she didn't seem to care about her appearance at all. She stood beside Hawthorne, with her little face held high, looking at him with her sparkling ruby ​​eyes, as if she was expecting his praise.

Hawthorne then stretched out his finger and gently hooked her nose: "Thank you for your hard work, dear."

Facts have proved that bringing Ekta here this time was a very correct choice. After all, fire can spread, and the wind helps the fire, and the undead don't know how to seek benefits and avoid harm, so when these fires burn like a chain reaction, they can kill the enemy with the greatest efficiency.

After receiving Hawthorne's approval, Ekta was immediately overjoyed. She stretched out her arms and decisively hugged his waist, rubbing her cheek against his chest like a spoiled pet.

Beside him, Fatima looked at the two people who were so intimate with each other with a slightly surprised look. She originally thought that Hawthorne and them were just in a purely superior-subordinate relationship, but now it seems that there is a more intimate relationship between them...

"Surprised?"

Suddenly, Celine's voice came from behind Fatima, causing the mummy to turn around and ask, "Hmm?"

Celine stared at her with her yellow-green eyes, her face seemed to be free of any emotion: "I sense your surprise, Ms. Fatima."

She knew that she had accidentally called Hawthorne "Master" in a hurry, and Fatima must have heard it. So now, she had to think of a way to make up for it.

Fatima nodded, not hiding her feelings at the moment: "I am a little surprised, and I just heard you call him...that."

She couldn't finish her words because she felt very embarrassed by the title. As a princess, she had always been called that, but she had never called anyone else that.

In response, Xilin smiled lightly, without commenting, and said: "We all need some kind of spiritual sustenance to barely survive in this world, don't we?"

Fatima was startled, thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind, her throat moved, but thinking of the things in this era, she couldn't help but sighed, "That's right."

She originally wanted to say, "Haven't you already dedicated everything you have to your god?", but then she suddenly remembered that in this era, the goddess of life had died, and she no longer had any faith to rely on, so she only felt sympathy in her heart.

"Actually, Fatima." Celine walked to her side, getting closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "In the past, the pain we endured was not much less than yours."

"We are immersed in emptiness every day, unable to feel the meaning of our lives, whether what we do is effective or in vain, but there is no way to welcome liberation and end this painful life."

She talked about her experiences when she was still a pure witch, but Fatima naturally did not associate it with this level. Instead, she understood all her words as the pain of a fanatic who lost the god she believed in.

She felt a little touched by this, and she could barely remember the pain she had felt when she was young and had to change her faith in order to get married.

But she could have explained that it was because of her father's short-sightedness and impiety.

On the surface, they pretended to be flattering. But Celine, they were irresistible, after all, the gods were indeed fallen...

Fatima's heart was filled with sympathy, and then she heard Celine whisper, "The situation did not improve until Father Hawthorne showed up."

"He has a firm will and ideals, and will never be shaken by anything. We have also experienced these things. From him, we have found a way to eliminate the emptiness, an ideal to hold on to, and the meaning of continuing this life."

She said this, standing on tiptoe a little, leaning close to Fatima's ear: "He almost gave us a new life, so we are willing to worship him as Lord in private."

Then she turned around and left, returning to Hawthorne. Fatima was moved by what she heard, and she couldn't help turning her head and looking at Hawthorne out of the corner of her eye.

What exactly is that "ideal" that Xilin is talking about? What makes such a proud and strong woman willing to serve another person as her master?

As she thought about this, she couldn't help but lower her head and look at her arms and hands wrapped in bandages, feeling gloomy.

Forget it, whatever it is, it is not something an undead creature should be snooping into.

Your own destiny has already been determined, and you should not have anything to do with these beautiful things.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes slightly, feeling sad for herself.

But then, the earth shook violently.

In front, Hawthorne's face changed, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the earthquake source, and saw that the sea in the distance, which was originally very calm, suddenly became turbulent, as if some huge monster was ready to move, trying to break free from it.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a huge wave, a giant dragon with only bones left, carrying countless icy sea water, roared out from the bottom of the sea!

It was none other than the fallen prince, riding on his silver dragon that had transformed into a lich!

Looking at his figure, Hawthorne's expression suddenly showed a little surprise.

He is here too?

Hiss, I never expected that I would have to fight a BOSS battle right at the beginning as soon as I arrived?

He thought so, but another idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

No, but if that was the case, why didn't this guy show up just now? Why did he give the core command to an unknown necromancer?

He couldn't figure it out. After all, there had been no trace of the Fallen Prince and his Silver Dragon Lich since they arrived here, which made Hawthorne think that the undead creatures here were just a detachment and far from the main force.

He never expected that this guy had actually been here all along, but he had been hiding, as if he was preparing some additional plan and was going to rush out and harm others later.

What does he want to do?

Chapter 682 The final BOSS appears?

Hawthorne didn't know, but he immediately put these useless guesses to rest and began to think about more realistic issues.

How to deal with this guy?

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little tricky.

It's a little troublesome. I'm not fully prepared yet, so I'm afraid I can't behead him today.

Especially now, having just fought a fierce battle, neither Celine, Fatima nor Ekta are in very good condition and are not suitable to start a new battle immediately.

He thought so, but he was not particularly worried about his own safety. He had already used up his six-ring spells today, but he still had seven rings. At worst, he could lose a little and use the seven-ring spell slot to cast "Tasha's Transcendent Form". If he couldn't win, he could just run away with Celine and the others, and there would be no danger of the whole group being wiped out.

However, this would mean giving up this port. The ship he was on would have no reliable port to dock at, and would not be able to get stable supplies, and the power of the undead would grow further...

The more he thought about it, the heavier his mood became, and he became worried about Bola's future.

Fatima also came over from behind. She looked at the roaring dragon lich above her. Her expression changed slightly and she couldn't help but sigh, "He has gone crazy and has completely betrayed his previous oath."

"He was supposed to be fighting against the Old Ones under the deep sea to protect the lives of his people. However, now he has completely betrayed his fundamental purpose and is instead wielding a butcher knife against innocent living people..."

She sighed like this, even though it was just a political marriage and there was no love between them, but seeing a person with a bright future become so evil and corrupt, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn her head and glance at Hawthorne.

If this person who Celine described as "having an absolutely firm will" encountered the same thing as he had encountered, would he have the same result?

She didn't know, but subconsciously, she couldn't help but compare Hawthorne's many characteristics with her ex-fiancé one by one.

But at this moment, the dragon lich in the sky did not pay attention to this place, but turned its head and looked into the depths of the distant city. It roared, then flapped its wings and rushed over there.

Even though they killed the key commander under the fallen prince, he seemed to have little interest in it and was too lazy to even take a serious look at them.

On the ground, Hawthorne and the others looked up at the dragon lich in the sky, their expressions full of surprise: "What is he going to do?"

Due to the lack of necessary information, he really couldn't understand this guy's operations.

Fatima looked away and after thinking for a moment, she shook her head: "I don't know, but anyway, since he is still here, it is impossible for him to give up so easily."

As she spoke, she looked at Hawthorne and said, "We'd better make plans early, Father."

The implication was that he should come up with a plan as soon as possible and direct them to continue the action.

Celine and Ekta also turned their heads to look at him, their expressions full of worry. Hawthorne pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look in the direction of the port and said, "We are not in good condition right now, and we can't deal with them alone. Let's go back to the port first and clear out the undead creatures there so that our ship can dock."

"Celine, keep an eye on that guy and see what he's going to do. Once we're all together, coordinate the information and status, and then make a decision!"

……

Nawashe Port, inside the city.

Sharma, the elephant man, holds the holy emblem high, his long trunk raised high, his eyes closed, and silently recites sacred mantras.

In front of him, one after another, five or six meter tall, majestic and mighty holy elephants walked slowly forward with their legs as thick as marble pillars.

They staggered, their eyes were tired, and they were even unwilling to continue chirping, showing how weak they were at this moment.

Even though these guys were filled with divine power, they had reached their limits after fighting for a whole day.

Their destination was a pool of water surrounded by a tall jade-like fence. Twelve tall magic towers stood around the pool. Dazzling silver light shone on the tops of the towers, ready to launch magic missiles at any time to attack any enemy who dared to invade.

Inside the fence, around the edge of the pond, there were bundles of peeled sugar cane, and the huge elephants were soaking in the pond, cooling their bodies while using their trunks to roll up the sugar cane in front of them and put it into their mouths to chew.

They were using this method to quickly restore their physical strength. No one knew how long this battle would last, and the elephants of the Bharata Kingdom could only use this method to maintain their fighting power as much as possible.

"call……"

Finally, after the last holy elephant walked into the pool and began to enjoy the pleasure of bathing, Sharma let out a long breath, put down his sore and numb arms, turned his head and looked behind him, at another towering watchtower.

He then took a tired step, pushed open the door, and walked up the wooden spiral staircase to the top. On the top of the tower, more than ten meters high, his close comrade, the elephant knight Wang Du, was fiddling with a huge telescope standing there, observing the battle situation in the distance.

"Wang Du." Sharma said tiredly, "How are our new reinforcements doing?"

After hearing that only one ship was firing, he did not hold out much hope for victory. After all, the firepower of a single ship was limited.

He only hoped that the newly arrived reinforcements could temporarily hold back the undead for a while so that the holy elephants could recover some strength.

In this way, he will be able to organize a new team later, launch a charge together with the holy elephants, and then behead the absolute core of this undead army, the necromancer who is still hiding somewhere unknown.

This was Sharma's greatest hope at the moment. However, he never expected that when Wang Du asked this question, his tone was full of excitement: "We are saved, Sharma, we won!"

Sharma was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Come and see for yourself!" Wang Du gave up his seat and motioned for him to use the telescope to see for himself. "Just now, they flew in the sky, concentrated bombing on several locations, and then landed."

"And now you see, the movements of the undead have slowed down. They have begun to wander aimlessly, and some have even jumped back into the sea on their own initiative. This shows that they have lost their unified command, and the remaining necromancers can't even give them a rough directional order!"

"They are no longer able to fight. We are saved, Sharma!"

He spoke excitedly, but Sharma was still full of disbelief. He muttered, "Don't take it for granted," and then went over, squatted next to the telescope, and began to observe.

He knew that when people are in despair, they will regard any slight positive sign as a life-saving straw, and then deceive their own reasoning and gain false hope.

In his opinion, this was probably the case with Wang Du. He couldn't believe that something that the Elephant Man Sharp Knife Squad, which he personally organized, had not been able to accomplish could be accomplished so easily by a group of newcomers.

However, when he turned the telescope to take in the situation in half of the city in front of him and the details of the battle on every remaining front, his expression froze uncontrollably.

Even though he didn't want to accept it, at this moment, he had to admit that Wang Du was probably right.

Those undead creatures, which should have had a strong desire to attack, became extremely lax at this moment, wandering around aimlessly. Perhaps they would only bite and fight back without any order if they were attacked by the soldiers under his command.

When the soldiers also realized this situation and began to hide behind the bunkers, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible, the undead would even ignore them who were so close to them, and even began to stay where they were.

Standing there in a daze!

This was not an isolated case, but a common situation in most of the city ahead, giving the tired soldiers ample time to rest.

Sharma was shocked. No matter how you look at it, letting these soldiers rest like this would do more harm than good to the undead creatures. There was only one possible outcome, and that was that the enemy commander was actually beheaded!

"Those guys are really capable. They can actually accurately behead a real necromancer." Seeing the change in Sharma's expression, Wang Du knew that he had come to the same conclusion. He was full of admiration, "I really hope to meet them. What kind of capable people are they!"

Chapter 683 The True Goal of the Fallen Prince

Before this, Sharma and his commanders had organized a sharp knife squad to try to launch a raid and eliminate the necromancers hiding behind the undead army.

However, all these attempts failed. The sharp knife team was either destroyed by the undead army on the way, or mistakenly attacked the bait and was destroyed. In short, all returned empty-handed.

They have never been able to hit the enemy's true core, which is an important reason why their defensive pressure is so great.

"Humph."

Hearing his friend say this, Sharma suddenly felt a strong sense of dissatisfaction in his heart, and subconsciously retorted: "If it weren't for the team we sent out earlier to eliminate those disguised as a decoy, these guys probably wouldn't have been able to find the real necromancer so easily."

As he spoke, he became angrier and angrier. A strong sense of resentment that someone else had taken advantage of him surged in his heart. "We fought so hard to achieve this victory, but the credit was taken away by these outsiders. I think they should have arrived a long time ago, but they just didn't show up until this moment to take away the credit that belongs to us!"

He was indignant, and Wangdu laughed: "Don't say that, Sharma, Ganesha will remember your devotion, and your soul will ascend to heaven and become the greatest messenger of Ganesha."

After his persuasion, Sharma's expression eased a little, but he still felt bad for the person who stole the credit.

Wang Du continued to look at the distant sky, but then they also felt the tremor of unknown origin.

Then, on the distant sea, the Fallen Prince riding a silver dragon lich suddenly rushed out of the sea, causing huge waves. Then, the dragon lich flapped its wings and rushed over here!

When Sharma saw the figure of the dragon lich, his heart trembled suddenly. He no longer cared about being angry and his heart was full of worries.

Even though they had only fought once, he was traumatized by the dragon. The holy elephant, which he thought was invincible, was helpless against this powerful creature flying in the sky. This made him feel powerless, and he naturally couldn't muster the courage to resist these giant dragons.