Witch Monastery

At the same time, he quickly adjusted his state, preparing to deal with the elephant man who came with ill intentions.

"The person standing in front of you is Sharma Shabkuli, the eldest son of the Shabkuli family of the country of Borneo, the chief holy elephant envoy, and the commander-in-chief of the defense forces of Navasha Port." The elephant man in front of him replied, and then extended his right hand to him, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Nigel Hawthorne."

Although he said this, his voice was cold and hard, with a clear sense of rejection. Hawthorne felt very strange, but now he had to extend his hand and shake hands with him, saying, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Sharma."

Sharma shook his hand briefly, then let go. He raised his head, looked at him with his long trunk, and said proudly, "Please don't worry. I came here just to admire the honor of the hero who destroyed the Abyss Lord and see what you really look like, so as not to mistake you for someone else on the battlefield later."

Hawthorne thought to himself that this guy was really angry or something, why was he so aggressive? But he hadn't figured out his real purpose and pain point yet, so he just said modestly, "No, that's not much of a credit."

"No, no, no, you can't say that." Sharma sneered, "Those who resist the enemy on the front battlefield and do all the dirtiest, hardest, and most tiring work will never be ranked higher in the merit book than those who come in last to pick the peaches. This is the rule!"

"So, you are the hero today!"

When he said this, his words were pointed and targeted, which was self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Hawthorne suddenly realized.

Oh, so that's what's happening. He thinks that I stole his credit by beheading the necromancer?

Ah……

He sneered in his heart, his eyes flickered, and he did not argue with him directly, but maintained his usual gentle smile and said to Sharma: "After all, no matter how hard you try, it is not as good as finding a trick. It's like a lock. It takes time and effort to break it, but if you find the key, it will be effortless to solve it."

As he said this, he looked at the elephant man in front of him and said sincerely, "You may not know, right? I can teach you that when dealing with these large-scale undead creatures, there is actually no need to confront them head-on. Instead, you only need to find their commander and then eliminate him. That's enough."

"Without the control of the necromancer, most of the low-level undead creatures will wander aimlessly. At this time, whether it is burning them with fire or letting the priests disperse them, it will be more effective with less effort, and there will not be so many sacrifices."

He seemed like an old and patient teacher, teaching his ignorant students earnestly. But Sharma was furious when he heard this, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Do you need to explain these things? Who here doesn't know?"

Hawthorne looked at him with a hint of surprise: "You knew that too? Then why didn't you send someone there?"

Sharma clenched his fists and wanted to refute, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

Yeah, why didn't he behead the necromancer?

Because he didn't do it!

The several Holy Elephant Charges he organized successfully broke through the Undead's defenses, and the Spear Squad was successfully delivered to the target location: but unfortunately those targets were all traps set by the opponent, and he fell for the Necromancer's tricks several times and never found the opponent's real hiding place!

He failed.

Sharma clenched his fists, his body trembling. He had ten thousand reasons to justify his failure, such as the tactics used by the other side were unheard of, such as the enemy's air force blocked their scouts, such as there were traitors in his own team passing on information, such as the members of the sharp knife team were all trash...

But just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that everyone around him was looking at him, and their eyes were now so complicated.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth, but thousands of words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.

When you fail, everything you say is an excuse. It will not restore your dignity, but will make you even more despised.

His body was shaking, but at this moment, Hawthorne reached out and patted his arm, sighing, his eyes and tone full of sympathy: "After such a defeat, your heart must be filled with pain and self-blame, right?"

"But it doesn't matter, General Sharma. I'm already here. You can rely more on my strength in future battles against the undead."

"And I will lead you to victory."

He looked at Sharma with a firm gaze, indicating that he didn't need to be sad and miserable. However, the more he looked at him like this, the more angry the elephant man was about to explode!

I don't need your sympathy!

There was anger burning in his eyes, and his small eyes were staring straight at Hawthorne, but the latter was not afraid at all and looked at him calmly.

He was not panicked at all. Not to mention whether this guy could beat him, if he dared to make the slightest move, everyone present would look down on him as an incompetent commander even more. Not to mention, most of the aid from all over the world would be so cold-hearted that they would withdraw immediately!

Obviously, as a commander, Sharma could not fail to understand this truth. He looked at Hawthorne who was so close to him, gritted his teeth secretly, but in the end, he could only snort coldly and turned away.

When the tall figure of this guy finally disappeared from everyone's sight, the dark cloud that had enveloped everyone's hearts finally dissipated. Everyone let out a long sigh, feeling the pressure in their hearts disappear.

However, even though he had driven the troublemaker away, Hawthorne still had a frown on his face, not at all relieved by the matter.

After all, he is the opposing coach. If I offend him today and don’t handle it properly, my life will probably not be easy in the future.

He then sat down again, thought for a while, and moved closer to the wood elf ranger Golin. After a few hours of observation, he found that this gentleman was very familiar with most people and did not show much arrogance from the elves, so it should be no problem to ask him.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Hawthorne asked in a low voice, "Have I ever offended him?"

Goering's throat moved for a while, and finally he whispered to him: "Maybe it's because you are a Sein?"

Hawthorne was startled, then subconsciously touched his snow-white long hair, a little confused: "That's it? No... Uh, okay, I can understand, but..."

He also had some knowledge about the fact that Bola had been suppressed by Sein, so he immediately understood what was going on.

Just thinking about this, his throat moved, and he wanted to say, "He is the commander-in-chief, and now is a critical juncture in the battle with the undead creatures. How can he provoke me for such a thing?" But when thousands of words came to his lips, he felt that it was useless to say them, so he could only sigh: "Okay, at worst I can just leave and not be an eyesore to him."

Goering was startled, and then he saw Hawthorne

He finished the food in his hand in a split second, then stood up and called the people he brought with him: "Everyone, have you finished eating? Pack up your things and let's go back to the boat."

Chapter 689: Ekta's Training (I)

Several people were stunned, and then Celine and Ekta were the first to react and immediately went back to the house to pack up. Kasha and Moen were also a little overwhelmed. The former looked at the food in the bowl reluctantly, while the latter looked at his expression, gritted her teeth, and finally decided to trust his judgment.

Ethan and the others looked in the direction of An Nuo, somewhat hesitant. After all, they were members of the Black Rod Tower, and they still had to follow An Nuo's command.

An Nuo felt very uneasy. She looked at Huo Sang's profile, her throat moving, but she finally said in a deep voice: "Go back and pack your things. Let's go back to the ship."

So Ethan and the others went back to the house to pack up, without any questions or objections. An Nuo was worried, but she temporarily suppressed these emotions, took Hawthorne's hand, and went back to the house together.

When they were far away, away from the crowd, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Are we really leaving?"

"Of course not." Hawthorne also replied in a low voice, "We came here for this matter, how could we give up halfway."

How could he really leave? Even without mentioning the negative impact brought by these undead, just for the purification points that the fallen prince could provide, he had no intention of leaving before this disaster was over.

However, he came here to save the world, not to be bullied. If this conflict is not resolved, being bullied is still a small matter. If he is assigned some missions that will lead to his death, that is not what he wants to see.

"Some people here don't welcome us, we just go back to the ship to rest." He said, "Don't worry, they will come to the ship to invite us. Then we won't have to endure this anger."

An Nuo tilted her head, seeming to not quite understand. Huo Sang squeezed her little hand and explained, "I'll explain it in detail tonight. Anyway, for now, just understand that I'm playing hard to get."

An Nuo didn't ask any more questions and went back to the room with him to pack up all their things.

They didn't have much stuff to begin with, so it was easy to pack it up. After saying goodbye to their new friends one by one, Hawthorne and the others turned around and left.

Goering and the others looked at their backs as they left, wanting to persuade them to stay, but they had all seen the elephant man Sharma's aggressive attitude just now, and no one dared to guarantee to Hawthorne that the elephant man would have a better attitude in the future, so naturally they could not think of any reason to keep them.

They could only watch them leave, and only when Hawthorne and his group disappeared completely into the night did they finally look away.

No one wanted to talk much. The atmosphere in the camp, which had been full of joy and excitement just now, was now quite heavy. The impression that the elephant commander Sharma was jealous of talented people had been deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

On the other hand, even though they were walking at night and there were still remnants of the undead among the ruins, with the strength of Hawthorne and his group, there was nothing to be afraid of. After destroying a few undead creatures that dared to climb up and attack them, they passed through the messy city battle zone and returned to the ship they came from.

Pan Jide and a group of marines were all preparing to rest at this time, but they were surprised to find them suddenly coming back, and they all asked what had happened.

In response, Hawthorne just smiled and told them not to mind it and just do their own thing. Then he tidied up the boat, tidied his room, took a shower, changed back into his pajamas, and lay back in his room on the boat to rest.

The same was true for An Nuo. She was now wearing her lavender floral pajamas, lying on the bed, with her two white little feet sticking out of the quilt and overlapping each other.

But she looked obviously unhappy now, with a bitter face and seemed to be worried about something.

Hawthorne was sitting next to her, leaning against the back of the bed, reading a book in the strong light of the light therapy on the ceiling of the room. He was not in a hurry at all, but leisurely, as if he had everything planned out.

Unfortunately, An Nuo didn't have this mentality. After hesitating for a while, she finally couldn't resist the desire to ask what was going on. She stretched out her foot, hooked it on his calf, and then asked in a low voice: "What are you planning on doing?"

Hawthorne lowered his head to read, not turning his head to look at her, and answered: "Well, it's a very common idea. Since they treat us like that, we will leave for the time being, and then wait for them to apologize and invite us back."

"We can't beg them to give us a chance to fight for them here, can we? We are not idle."

He said this as a matter of course. Annuo nodded slightly, but then she couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario: "But..."

"What if they really don't come? Do we really have to go back to Port Liber?"

Hawthorne smiled immediately. He stretched out his finger and gently hooked her nose. "How is that possible? Even if the elephant man named Sharma is angry and doesn't come to apologize to us, the elephant man named Wang Du is much more sensible and smarter."

An Nuo was slightly startled: "Ah? Really? I feel like he's quite honest..."

Hawthorne smiled and touched her little nose again.

He pinched it and said, "No way, he clearly had elephants to call upon, but he insisted on walking back with us and seeing the tragic state of the city with his own eyes."

"He used emotional offensive very cleverly, so you can't bear it now and always want to help them. Think carefully, is this the case?"

As he spoke, Annuo recalled carefully and said uncertainly: "Maybe their elephant carts have other more urgent uses, um..."

She said this, but it was obvious that the reasons she gave could not convince herself, and in the end she could only utter a series of unwilling whimpers.

"In any case, don't worry." Huo Sang finally said, "At the latest tomorrow night, Wang Du will definitely bring Sharma to apologize to us, and then sincerely invite us to go back. Then we can go back and act with them, it won't be too late."

As he said this, he smiled lightly, with a cold look in his eyes: "We are here to help them and save their country, not to be bullied by them for no reason!"

Annuo pouted and felt that what he said made sense. She really had no reason to refute.

She then yawned, lay back on her bed, and wrapped herself tightly in her quilt: "I'm sleepy, let's go to bed."

"Yeah." Hawthorne then chanted a spell, extinguished the light brought by the light spell, lay down beside her, and prepared to fall asleep. "Good night, dear."

The room fell into darkness, and it was late at night. The two people, exhausted from the entire afternoon and evening, seemed to be falling asleep.

In less than ten seconds after lying on the bed, An Nuo's voice rang out: "Hawthorne?"

"Ok?"

"Are you asleep?"

"Sleep."

"You're lying. You're clearly still awake."

"Aren't you going to sleep now?"

"Oh...are you tired already?"

"Yes."

"Well... okay, then you should have a good rest."

There was a hint of loss in her voice. Hawthorne could hear what was on her mind and felt amused, but he didn't let her wait too long. He suddenly reached out his hand, reached under her pajamas, and grabbed her perky little butt.

She was now lying on her side, with her back to him, so her buttocks were grabbed. Suddenly attacked by his burning big hand, An Nuo screamed softly: "Ah?!"

Hawthorne snickered, "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"I... don't have any either." An Nuo retorted in a low voice. However, in the dark room, Hawthorne couldn't see her expression clearly at the moment. "I just feel like something is missing..."

During the past few days in bed, every night, the two of them had to have sex before the girl could fall asleep. Although she had experienced continuous high-intensity battles today and her body was already very tired, her desires in one aspect had not been satisfied. She felt hot and itchy inside and couldn't fall asleep at all.

Hawthorne knew her state, so he took the initiative to lean close to her ear and whispered, "For the last time?"

In the darkness, An Nuo nodded shyly: "Yeah."

Hawthorne then went over and hugged her body. One of his big hands naturally reached into her pajamas, climbed up to her towering breasts, and gently grabbed and kneaded them.

After nearly a year of cultivation and nourishment, Annuo, who is still in her developmental period, seems to have had breasts that have grown a lot bigger, with a vague tendency to be as big as Heidi's, which makes him unable to let go.

An Nuo's breathing was a little heavy, and her plump thighs unconsciously clamped together, and then rubbed gently. Hawthorne's other big hand reached in, and with a light touch between his fingers, he found that the girl's body was already wet, and even some water drops were slowly flowing out.

Having gotten used to his pampering every night, she now didn't even need Hawthorne to use too much foreplay to tease her. Her body would naturally become wet and she would be ready to be invaded and whipped by him.

Seeing her cooperation, Hawthorne did not delay for too long. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek gently. Annuo also turned her head to cooperate and kissed him.

Hawthorne's other hand quickly lifted one of her plump thighs, found the right position, and kept lying on his side, aiming his weapon at the entrance, squeezing open those two moist pink lips, and slowly pushing in -

Chapter 690: Ekta's Training (Part )

"Um……"

A satisfied moan came from An Nuo's throat, and her waist twisted slightly. She actively used the folds on the inner wall to rub his weapon to get that comfortable experience.

Hawthorne's waist began to move. He was already very familiar with Annuo's body and his movements were already very skillful. His waist and abdomen kept hitting her little butt, making crisp crackling sounds.

Annuo's moans became more and more rapid, but having learned from the last time she woke up Fatima, she did not dare to shout loudly even though she felt so comfortable that she almost went to heaven.

As time passed, Hawthorne's speed kept increasing, and his movements became more and more vigorous. However, Annuo, who was already fully lubricated, accepted all his attacks and even craved for more.

The feeling of happiness continued to accumulate in her body, her body was trembling with excitement, and the intense exercise caused a fine layer of fragrant sweat to appear on her forehead and back.

Her toned body was tense, especially the core strength of her waist and abdomen. Even though her plump thighs were roughly

Separated, but relying only on the strength in her lower abdomen, she could also clamp Hawthorne's weapon tightly and tightly again -

The happiness brought by this made both of them reach the peak very quickly. An Nuo felt his throat was beginning to become dry, so he tried his best to turn his head back, closed his eyes, and kissed Hawthorne in the darkness.

So Hawthorne unceremoniously kissed her lips, put his tongue in between, and kissed her. In the intense lovemaking, the two reached the peak of pleasure together.

After releasing a small stream of hot liquid, the exhausted An Nuo was finally satisfied. With a gentle smile on her lips, she fell asleep in his arms.

Hawthorne held her shoulders and stroked her hair, like coaxing a baby, waiting for her to fall asleep. He was not disappointed. In less than ten seconds, the girl's breathing gradually became even and she had completely fallen asleep.

After making sure she was asleep, Hawthorne tucked her in, then turned around and quietly walked outside.