Witch Monastery

As she spoke, she rushed back into the cabin in a panic and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.

Hawthorne looked at her hurried back, his expression helpless.

, he sighed and said: "No one has come to arrest her yet, what is she afraid of..."

On the side, An Nuo covered his mouth and smiled. Only Xilin frowned slightly, with a hint of solemnity and worry in her expression.

She was worried about one thing. If the moon elf soldiers on the ship demanded to take Kassa away, wouldn't that lead to a conflict?

Although the moon elves are a group that tends to be chaotic and kind by nature, and usually don't like to take things too seriously, but they always want to be prepared for the worst...

Moreover, the opponent was able to summon such a huge sky canopy to cover the entire city and purify so many undead in one breath. It can be imagined that the opponent's strength is not easy to deal with.

She must be fully prepared for this...

But having said that, according to the observations of Hawthorne and others, the moon elf ship did not seem to have any signs of docking, as if they were just planning to perform a miracle and then leave.

Instead, fog gradually rose from the sea, the light became dimmer, and their ship gradually disappeared, as if it were really a goblin in mythology, disappearing from their sight.

In this regard, Huo Sang did not take the initiative to go up. Since the other party appeared here and just performed divine intervention, it means that the other party must also come to support the country of Borneo. The two sides must be friendly forces, and they will definitely meet each other on the land of Borneo.

The most important thing now is to quickly meet up with the local forces in Borneo and get in touch with them.

They didn't have to wait too long. Soon, at the end of the street, a tall figure wearing plate armor, with a team of about 20 to 30 people, came rushing towards them.

The tall figure was undoubtedly an elephant man, with a much taller and stronger body than the minotaur. Even though he was wearing a helmet, his long trunk and huge ears like cattail leaves were still exposed, which made people wonder whether these exposed organs would become his weakness in battle.

As for the soldiers he brought, each of them was a normal human being. Except for the skin color which might be slightly different from that of normal humans, everything else was basically the same.

Hawthorne looked up, his eyes full of curiosity. This was the first time he saw an elephant man in the real world. These self-proclaimed noble guys usually did not leave the land of Borneo, so he had never met these guys in Libel Port.

Now that I've finally seen it, I naturally can't help but want to take a closer look.

He led his men down the boat. Soon, the elephant-man and his soldiers approached Huo Sang and spoke to him in a common language that was not very standard but mixed with the local accent of Borogo: "I am the commander of the local defense force, Wangdu Shabukuli. Thank you very much for your help. Without your strength, this city might not be able to resist the invasion of the undead creatures."

His attitude was polite, without any of the strange arrogance that was common among the citizens of Borneo, which made Hawthorne unable to help but like him more.

"Hello, Mr. Wang Du." He then said politely, "I am Nigel Hawthorne, from Libel Port. This time I am sponsored by the blue dragons and come to support the war in the country of Bo Luo."

Then, the elephant man who called himself Wang Du could be seen with his naked eyes hearing this, and his tone was filled with obvious joy: "It turned out to be Earl Hawthorne? Great, no wonder you were able to accurately behead the commander of this team as soon as you arrived!"

Chapter 686: Elephant People's Camp

There was a hint of enthusiasm in the elephant man's eyes and tone, as if he was a fan who had finally met his idol.

Huo Sang secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that his current fame was really incredible, but he did not become proud and complacent because of it. He said modestly, "The real hero who defeated the enemy was not us, but the reinforcements from the Moon Elf Kingdom." Naturally, Wang Du was polite again.

Then, the elephant man took the initiative to invite them to come to the military camp and meet the person in charge of the battle here. Hawthorne would naturally not refuse, leaving the necessary personnel on the boat and taking everyone with him to the military camp.

When they left the port, they saw the miserable state of the city. The tall and magnificent houses had been destroyed, either by the undead, or by the holy elephants, or by Hawthorne's cannons or Ekta's fireballs. In short, there were almost no intact houses left, and only ruins were left on both sides of the city streets.

Until now, many houses are still burning, constantly emitting thick smoke to the outside world, and the flames illuminate the world brightly.

As they marched, they could see many human soldiers in simple logistics uniforms running around the streets, checking corpses and cleaning up the battlefield. They were covered in wounds and their faces were filled with fatigue.

During the whole day of fighting, these soldiers had no time to rest and had also joined the battlefield. However, even so, after the battle, they still had to do their best to collect the bodies of their comrades.

Seeing their sad faces, Huo Sang could not help but feel sorry for them. He glanced at Wang Du who was leading the way. He wanted to ask if they could provide some supplies to their ship as soon as possible, such as food and fresh water.

things, and then let the navy soldiers under the Blue Dragon return to Liber Port first.

This was not an excessive request. Although in my impression, Borneo was not a very developed country, it was not short of food. The plains here were very fertile, and the food yield was extremely high, so feeding the residents here was not a problem.

Moreover, according to the statistical output of Port Liber, Borneo is a country with a very large net export of grain, and only imports a very small number of exotic fruits, etc. as a substitute for taste.

This is also an important basis for the outside world to judge that they have a food surplus. After all, it is impossible for a country to export food to the outside world at the cost of letting its own citizens starve, right?

This was also what Huo Sang thought. He wanted to send everyone on the boat back quickly so that they would be safe. However, at this moment, looking at the miserable situation here, he could not say these words anymore. He could only hold it in and wait for an opportunity to say them later.

They walked all the way on foot, taking in the destruction and tragedy in the port. This horrific scene was so tragic that even people like Ethan and Tirraszo, who had experienced countless misfortunes, could not help but feel complicated and extremely sad.

Not to mention young girls like Anno and Kasa who were full of emotions, who couldn't help but shed tears. Moen and Fatima also had very complicated expressions, with countless emotions in their hearts. Only the two witches, Celine and Ekta, could barely keep their expressions calm.

The eyes of the tragic poet Erich were full of vicissitudes, as if he was moved by the scene. He began to sing some ancient and desolate ballad with a hoarse voice, adding a bit of desolation to the place.

Hawthorne tried hard to keep a straight face and look as calm and unmoved as possible, following Wang Du all the way.

He knew that this was an emotional offensive, by showing them these bloody scenes, to arouse their sympathy and make them contribute more to support the country.

This was Wang Du's open conspiracy. It must be said that this elephant man was very smart and knew how to ask for additional assistance from outsiders in the most pleasing way.

Finally, after crossing a long battle area, Huo Sang and his companions finally arrived at the camp located in the other half of the city. This place was not covered by too much war and was well preserved, with only a few houses accidentally knocked down by the holy elephants, but it was much better than the battle area just now.

Wang Du led them to a bungalow, counted their number, and arranged five rooms for them. He then said, "I can only take you here. There are still many things in the war over there that I need to deal with personally. Please do as you please."

Hawthorne exchanged a few polite words with him, and then watched him lead the team away. Everyone chose their own room, and then went in to tidy up a little before moving in.

Fortunately, although these houses are simple, there are no hygiene problems, so you only need to clean them up briefly and then you can rest in them.

After a day of fighting, An Nuo was almost exhausted. After cleaning up the house, Hawthorne used the water-making technique to get a bucket of hot water. The two of them took care of their personal hygiene in the room and washed their clothes.

Afterwards, Anno changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed to rest, while Hawthorne changed into another casual outfit and went outside the room to get familiar with the neighbors.

Obviously, this whole area of ​​bungalows was specially allocated by the Borneo military for the international support team to live in. Hawthorne's neighbor was a male wood elf with bronze skin and dark green hair. Although he was also short, only about 1.6 meters tall, he had obvious muscle lines on his arms, and the whole person looked agile and well-proportioned.

When Hawthorne saw him, the man was sitting at the door of his residence, treating the wound on his leg with gauze and medicine.

He should also be a spellcaster, but his magic power should have been exhausted, so now he can only use such a simple method to treat his injuries.

Hawthorne then took the initiative to step forward, took out his magic book, injected magic power into it, and then a ring of "healing magic" was transmitted over and injected into his body.

The warm divine light lit up, and the toxins in the wound on his leg had been cleared away. So now, with the help of Hawthorne's magic, the wound healed rapidly and was as good as new in the blink of an eye.

The wood elf looked up and gave him a surprised look. His throat moved, and he finally said in a slightly broken common language: "Thank you."

After a pause, he continued, "Have you just arrived here? It's hard to imagine that after such a tragic battle, there are still people who have retained magic power."

Hawthorne said: "Indeed, I just arrived at the port this afternoon, and then I directly participated in the afternoon battle."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to him and showed a friendly expression: "Nigel Hawthorne, from Libel Port, what should a friend call you?"

The wood elf's pupils shrank slightly, his throat moved, and he said, "Gorlin Deng is a ranger. Just call me Golin."

After a pause, he endured the pain and stood up from the bench. Hawthorne quickly supported him and said, "Your injury has not healed completely yet, don't be so stubborn."

"It's okay, it's not a problem." The wood elf who called himself Golin stood up and took the initiative to extend his hand to him to show respect. "I have heard about your feat. You were able to defeat a demon lord alone. This is an amazing feat.

All adventurers should regard people like you as their idols."

Hawthorne smiled softly, he was used to this kind of praise: "No, I am just a lucky guy of the times, not worth mentioning."

Goering stared at him in a daze, and then suddenly said, "You just arrived this afternoon. Could it be that the sharp knife team that suddenly beheaded the necromancer at night was actually you..."

Hawthorne nodded: "It's me. I was just trying it out, but I didn't expect to be lucky. That place is indeed the hiding place of the necromancer."

Immediately, Goering's face was full of emotion: "You are too modest. We have also organized several sharp knife teams to try to decapitate the enemy, but all these attempts have failed."

"We know better than anyone how amazing people are who can do this."

He praised her so much, but Hawthorne just smiled lightly and did not continue to delve into this topic: "Are there any injured people in other places? I'm new here and I don't know anyone here, but I happen to have some magic power left, so maybe I can help more people."

At the same time, it can also let more people know that it was me who killed the necromancer today.

Goering nodded, without any other thoughts: "Of course, today's battle is so difficult, how can there be a lack of wounded. Come with me, there are many people from small countries that you may not know, I just take this opportunity to introduce them all to you..."

Chapter 687: First Encounter with Sharma

the other side.

In the rest area of ​​the Holy Elephant, Sharma was also calculating the losses of this trip. However, this result almost made him bleed from the heart. Twelve Holy Elephants were killed by the Fallen Prince and six were taken away, a full half!

This was a horrific and huge loss, enough to almost nail him to history's pillar of shame!

It should be noted that in the entire country of Bharata, there are less than a hundred strong and mature holy elephants in service and ready to be deployed on the battlefield at any time. Training a holy elephant to its peak combat state requires a huge amount of time and resources, which cannot be replenished in a short period of time.

With such a heavy loss, if there is no particularly great reversal in the future, he is almost destined to become the sinner of the entire country of Borneo!

That damn undead!

Sharma's heart was bleeding. He let out a long breath and felt deeply exhausted and despair about the future.

He was somewhat bored and walked towards his room. At this moment, not far away, two tired but still very excited soldiers passed by and whispered something:

"Did you see that? The legendary Mr. Nigel Hawthorne?"

"I saw him. He seems even more handsome than the one in the legends. He looks like a figure straight out of a myth..."

"Yeah, no wonder he can save the world. It was because he beheaded the necromancer this time that we were able to survive safely."

“I really want him to sign an autograph for me…”

……

They were talking in this way, although their voices were not loud, but the ears of elephants were very sensitive. Sharma didn't pay much attention to the conversation at first, but the familiar name made him perk up immediately.

Nigel Hawthorne?

At this moment, he was already very irritated and depressed, and now his anger was rising. The elephant man's round and small eyes were almost spitting fire. Then he took a step and walked to the two human soldiers, stretched out his hands to twist their shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "You just said that Nigel Hawthorne is here?!"

His voice was trembling slightly, showing how angry its owner was now.

How could Sharma not be angry? The Kingdom of Bharat and the Sein Empire have been in a competitive relationship for many years, and Bharat has always been the passive party.

And Hawthorne, this guy who is in the limelight, happens to be a Sein and is respected by the whole world. How could he not be angry?

How could I not feel jealous?

Before this, he was able to hide all this very well. But today, when he suddenly heard from the soldiers that Hawthorne had actually arrived, and was in his camp, he could no longer hold back his anger and almost exploded on the spot!

The two soldiers were startled. When they saw Sharma's elephant-man appearance, the mental imprint that had been engraved on them since childhood suddenly took effect, causing their legs to go weak and they could hardly stand. "Ah...ah, yes, sir, he is here and is now in that camp."

Seeing how they looked like cowards, Sharma snorted coldly and threw them aside, leaving them to stagger and stand unsteadily. He then turned around and strode straight towards the direction of the international supporters.

He couldn't control his restlessness and wanted to meet Nigel Hawthorne right now.

At this time, in the residential area where the international supporters were located, Hawthorne had already treated all the injured around him and had basically made friends with them. Even if they were not very familiar with each other, at least he had established a good relationship with them.

There were indeed many supporters coming here, and they were of different races and forces. There were orc special forces from the northern grasslands, centaur troops from the distant Black Earth Continent, another tauren force from the Roof Plateau that was different from the Gaoling tribe, and ninjas from the eastern island country who were specially trained to fight against evil spirits...

Everyone or

They had all heard of his name, and now they were suddenly helped by him, so they were naturally grateful. Even the Tauren people regarded him as their friend because of Huosang's good relationship with the Gaoling tribe.

By the time everyone's injuries had recovered, it was already late. While the atmosphere was still quite lively, Hawthorne suggested that since today was a great victory, why not get everyone together and have a meal together.

At the same time, everyone can get to know each other and understand each other, which will make it easier for them to support each other in the future.

Of course, they would not refuse for his sake. So they decided to clear a piece of land, find some firewood, build a bonfire, set up a big pot, and start a simple dinner.

After all, Hawthorne had just arrived here, and his dimensional bag was filled with various refined seasonings brought from the monastery, as well as some seafood caught at sea.

Others were responsible for providing various meats, vegetables, bread and other foods, so with their combined efforts, a pot of stewed broth was easily made.

The rich aroma wafts from far away, and just one sniff makes people want to swallow their tongue into their stomach.

When the meat was almost cooked, everyone sat around in the open space, knocking on their bowls and waiting for food. Hawthorne and Annuo involuntarily played the role of distributing food, serving everyone a large bowl of food, and then everyone soaked their bread and dipped it in sauce and enjoyed it slowly.

Before starting to eat, the Centaurs from the distant Black Earth Continent sang solemn and majestic songs in a ceremonial manner, adding a bit of joy to the dinner.

Seeing this, Eric, a bard, wanted to play his violin and sing a ballad of his own, but Tierrasz wisely covered his mouth, and in the end he did not sing a single note.

Dozens of people sat around the campfire, enjoying today's dinner and celebrating the hard-earned victory. In this warm atmosphere, even Morn, who had been seeking death, seemed to have a sign of warming up his dead heart.

However, at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly came from the entrance of this residential area: "Who is Hawthorne?"

Hawthorne, who was sitting on a mat on the ground eating beside the campfire, turned his head and looked behind him with a puzzled look: "I am, uh, who are you?"

He saw that the person coming from behind was a tall elephant man. It was obvious that he was not Wang Du. Although they looked very similar, their temperament, tone of voice, and the armor they wore were all clearly different.

Over there, the elephant man was walking towards us with heavy steps. He was over two meters tall and wearing heavy plate armor, which probably weighed five hundred kilograms in total. Every time his thick thighs stepped out and stepped on the ground, the ground here trembled slightly.

He walked to the banquet with a serious expression on his face and exuded a heavy sense of pressure, which made the atmosphere in the venue become much colder.

He walked all the way to Hawthorne, and looked down at him with his two-meter-tall height. After a moment, he suddenly sneered: "So this is what you look like. I thought you could be more scary."

Hearing this, Hawthorne couldn't help but feel very strange.

What's going on? Did I offend him in some way?

It's not that he is surprised by what he has seen, but the current situation of the elephant man in front of him makes him very uncomfortable.

After all, the people he met along the way, not all of them admired him like Moen, Ethan, and Wang Du, but at least they showed him basic respect like Panjie and Gorin.

But this elephant man, what is his situation?

Chapter 688: Not welcome?

Hawthorne was a little suspicious, then stood up and asked again: "Excuse me, who are you?"