Witch Monastery

At the same time, in the military camp of the Kingdom of Borneo, the elephant king Du came to the residential area where the international support force was located to discuss the next organizational actions and other issues.

However, when he arrived here, he found that the atmosphere here seemed to be very wrong. Almost everyone here looked at him coldly.

He didn't understand what was going on here, but his intuition gave him a strong feeling of uneasiness. He then tried to gather the leaders of several major forces here to ask about the situation, and then he found that Huo Sang had disappeared!

Until this moment, the bad premonition seemed to be coming true. Wang Du felt his heart tremble a little, and then he hurried to find a familiar person, a centaur with whom he had a good relationship, to ask what was going on.

However, the answer he got almost made him faint.

"Last night, an elephant man who called himself 'Shrimp Mother' came over and mocked Mr. Hawthorne, saying that he was the last one to come in and pick the peaches and steal the credit."

In the camp, a two-meter-tall centaur explained to Wang Du, "Mr. Hawthorne was so angry that after the elephant man left, he took his subordinates and left and returned to Port Libel."

As he spoke, the centaur became angrier and angrier. Finally, he continued to stare at Wang Du in front of him with angry eyes: "He returned to the ship last night. I guess he should have returned to Libel Port by now."

Upon hearing this, the elephant man was immediately shocked: "Ah?!"

Chapter 695: The Majestic Old Lady

On the ship, in Hawthorne's room, Hawthorne was sitting by the window reading a spell book. It was already noon, but he hadn't put the book down and hadn't stopped.

Later, the door of the room was quietly opened, and An Nuo walked into the room with two glasses of milk. She quietly closed the door, walked to Hawthorne, put down the plate, and the latter came back to his senses and looked up at her.

Seeing that his study was still interrupted, Annuo stretched out his fingers and gently massaged his temples: "Take a break, dear, it doesn't matter a little bit."

Hawthorne smiled, stopped reading, put his arms around An Nuo's waist, put his face on her belly, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

As he spoke, he did not touch the two glasses of milk she brought him. Instead, he closed his eyes and began to unbutton her clothes skillfully: "Let me suck it, dear..."

An Nuo's face turned slightly red. Knowing what he wanted to do, he glanced at the door of the room with some fear, his heart pounding.

She was afraid of being discovered, so she reached out and pushed him, but she didn't use any strength at all, as if she was actually trying to resist.

However, at this moment, Celine's voice came from outside his room: "Father Hawthorne, Wang Du is here, and he... brought an old lady from the Sein people with him."

Hearing this, the two people who were being intimate quickly separated. An Nuo blushed, straightened his collar, and then looked at him with a look of resentment.

Huo Sang thought to himself that the elephant man came at a really bad time, but he didn't take it too seriously. He stood up and said, "Got it. I'll be there right away."

As he said this, he let out a long breath, turned his head to look at An Nuo beside him, and showed a confident smile: "See, I told you, he's here!"

An Nuo looked at him with a hint of surprise, then leaned on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Of course, I always trust my dear's judgment!"

Hawthorne smiled and reached out his hand, gently scratching her hair, then said, "Ask the chef to prepare more meals, and we'll keep him for lunch."

It was already noon, and it was almost time for lunch. Wang Du probably realized that he was not here, so he rushed through the ruins of the city and arrived on his ship at this time.

Hawthorne could probably guess this, but he didn't mind it. He straightened his clothes and turned to walk out.

Celine said that the two of them had already arrived, but in fact she used her light magic to see the other party's traces from afar. Wang Du had not actually arrived here yet - in fact, he was still quite far away from the ship.

When Hawthorne had packed up and went to the deck to wait for him, he found that the elephant man had just arrived below the ship, followed by a team of guards and standing next to an old human lady in a white velvet coat.

Hawthorne's eyes could not help but fall on the old woman. Although the old lady looked to be in her seventies or eighties and her face was covered with wrinkles, her eyes did not appear cloudy. Instead, her back was straight and she looked energetic.

As she stood there, there was a natural icy nobility hidden in her body, as if she was born to be the ruler of this world, the icy queen standing on the top of a snowy mountain, ruling the world. When people saw her, they couldn't help but feel a little inferior to her.

Hawthorne looked slightly depressed, took a deep breath, and tried hard to control his emotions so that he could treat the other party with an equal attitude.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, wondering who this old lady was and how she could have such a temperament.

He had only felt the same sense of oppression from Leila Silverhand and Rahman. Legendary spellcasters like Vajra had never given him such a strong feeling.

The feeling of oppression.

He was secretly curious in his heart, but he still put on his usual bright smile on his face, got off the boat, and took the initiative to greet the elephant man who was walking over, "What a rare guest, General Wang Du, I didn't expect you to come."

"Luckily, lunch on the boat is ready. How about we have a drink together before we part?"

Hearing this, Wang Du opened his mouth and laughed bitterly: "Mr. Hawthorne, please don't make fun of me. Now hundreds of millions of lives in the country of Bo Luo are waiting for your power. As the pride of the goddess of life, how could you leave at this time?"

He began to flatter Hawthorne crazily, and the latter laughed in his heart. Then he sighed and said, "I don't want to leave either, General Wang Du. However, someone doesn't want me to be here and take away his credit. Why should I be here to make myself unhappy?"

Wang Du hurriedly said, "Mr. Hawthorne, you are joking. Who would not welcome you? What happened last night was a misunderstanding. Sharma was focused on the military formation and spoke without thinking. This is a common occurrence. I have already criticized him."

"In fact, the support from the inland of the Sein Empire has already arrived, and they have all received great courtesy here. What happened last night was just an accident. Madam, you should also say a few words, don't you think?"

As he said this, he took the initiative to step back half a body length, giving up the main position, as if to give priority to the old lady.

Hawthorne looked at the white-haired old lady of the Saiyin people with some surprise. He didn't understand who she was and why she could be so respected by an elephant man in the country of Bharat, which was generally hostile to the Saiyin people.

Facing him, the old lady showed a kind smile: "My surname is Feng, my name is Wadjit, and I come from the inland of Sayin. This time I am leading the team to support Bora."

"What Wang Du said just now is true. Young man, go back. Now is not the time to be angry. Don't worry about what those guys say. The Elephant God is watching over this place."

She smiled kindly, and Huo Sang looked slightly surprised. Feng was the surname of the current Saiyin royal family, and she was leading the team to support the country of Bo Luo on behalf of Saiyin, so...

This old lady should be a member of the royal family with a relatively high status in the current capital of Sayin?

As he thought so, he looked at the old woman carefully. However, the more he looked, the more he felt a strong and cold force wandering around her body.

However, this coldness does not make people feel gloomy or morbid. If you must say it, it is like a sudden cold breeze or a bite of ice cream in the summer, which makes people feel pleasant, comfortable and full of vitality.

This made Hawthorne very sure that she was definitely not a simple human being. Not only did she have a respected surname and bloodline, but she also probably possessed powerful power.

She even dared to say directly, "The elephant god is watching here"...

But how can we find out?

He didn't know, but now was not the time to dwell on it. This was the result he wanted, so he naturally took advantage of the situation and nodded, saying, "Since Madam has said so, I won't insist."

After these words were spoken, everyone present relaxed. It was getting late, and Huo Sang invited a few people to have lunch on board. This time, Wang Du finally did not refuse and happily agreed, then entered the cabin.

During lunch, Hawthorne also talked about the ship's supplies and the needs for returning home. Wang Du naturally agreed one by one and said that he would soon be able to deliver the necessary food and supplies for them to use when returning home.

Afterwards, he spent almost all his time talking to the old lady. However, after all, he was not a real Sein noble, and he had not systematically studied many of Sein's noble histories, so he was inevitably embarrassed to talk about it suddenly.

So, he called Ann Nuo along and asked her to be the main person in talking to the old lady, while he himself asked her indirectly about her abilities.

Annuo was very interested in this. Although she didn't have much experience in making small talk, it didn't stop her from chatting with the other party enthusiastically. Then she was led into the conversation by the old lady, and then she told her whole situation to her.

Hawthorne tried to ask her indirectly, but the old lady always kept a kind smile on her face, as if she was very approachable. She was very frank about her identity and background, but what she said made it impossible for Hawthorne and others to investigate and verify it in a short period of time.

As for what she had done, such as how she brought so many people across the Roof Plateau with almost zero losses and came here, she lightly attributed all the credit and achievements to others, as if she was just an ordinary person with no ability, and she accomplished many great deeds only by relying on her identity to organize everyone together.

Hawthorne had no better solution. Fortunately, at least during the communication, he was able to confirm that the old woman's faith was quite devout. At the very least, considering the worst direction, she was a solid backing that could be relied on in this battle against the undead.

In short, after witnessing the old lady's words, Hawthorne temporarily gave up the idea of ​​asking.

After lunch, they packed up their things and happily returned to the elephant man’s camp with everyone.

Chapter 696 The Immortal Lord Approaches

Port of Kandla.

Here, the scene was still a scene of despair, with the dead covering the sky and the stench filling every corner. A stitched monster emitting a rotten stench was lying on the broken wall.

Pus was flowing on the corrupt streets, and white maggots were crawling all over their bodies, looking disgusting.

However, even though these lower undead creatures are stupid and disgusting and seem to be doing nothing, their leaders are busy at this moment.

In the city's former noble cemetery, the fallen prince leaned on his sword and silently chanted a spell. The majestic magic power emanated from the blade in his hand, surging towards the land in front of him.

When the magic power accumulated to a certain level, the cemetery in front began to tremble. After a while, a tomb slowly cracked, and then a dried corpse wearing a tattered wizard robe and leaning on a skeleton staff walked out of it.

This is a lich, and if Hawthorne were here, he would be able to clearly identify that this lich is the necromancer he beheaded that day!

At this moment, the necromancer had completely resurrected into an undead creature. His pupils also flashed with scarlet light, and then he knelt deeply in front of the Death Knight in front of him: "Great Lord, please allow your humble servant to offer you a sincere song of praise!"

He shouted like this, but the fallen prince in front of him didn't seem to want to talk too much nonsense with him: "How do you feel? If you can still adapt, return to work as soon as possible."

"We need high-end combat power. We still have many enemies to destroy. The Flesh Colossus you promised must be completed as soon as possible."

As he spoke, the lich in front of him nodded repeatedly: "Of course, Master, my experiment is close to success."

But then he changed the subject: "It's just that, Master, after experiencing that battle, I have many new ideas."

"You see, the legs of those holy elephants can easily support their bodies weighing dozens of tons, so..."

Before he could finish his words, the Fallen Prince interrupted him in a deep voice: "Don't worry about those holy elephants, they are already finished products."

"What I need you to do is to use the existing waste materials to combine them into a powerful entity, instead of dismantling the existing finished products and then betting on whether you can produce better results!"

His eyes stared coldly at the lich: "If you can't do it, then your value will end here."

His voice was like an anaconda. Even though he was dead, the lich seemed to still be able to feel the cold sweat pouring out of him.

He nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would never think about those holy elephants again. After he finished speaking, the fallen prince slowly turned around and walked away.

Before he could take a few steps, the heavy sword in his hand trembled. The magic power from another world invaded and established a connection with him. Then, a gloating voice sounded directly in his mind: "Did you succeed, or failed?"

The Fallen Prince did not answer, because he knew who had spoken. It was the creator of this magic sword, its true master, and one of the most powerful demon lords in the Abyss, the powerful demon lord with the title of "Undead Lord", Orcus!

He had set his sights on this prince early on, and during this time, in addition to controlling the undead army and conducting experiments in creating a new type of soldier, the fallen prince focused most of his energy on confronting the will of the undead lord, ignoring his whispers and resisting his temptations.

However, human power has its limits. As long as he does not give up the giant sword in his hand, he will never be able to truly fight against the Undead Lord.

His will has reached its limit.

"Admit it, face the reality. Without my power, you can't do anything!"

In the spiritual world, Orcus laughed wildly, his tone full of mockery: "Without my power, you will never be able to fight against the priests of the Moon God. When the power of the twin moons pours down, you and all your clumsy attempts will be destroyed!"

"Only by relying on my power can you let those hypocritical gods see their own weakness, and only then can you complete the revenge that you should have completed long ago!"

He roared, and every word sounded like a devil's voice, pouring into the Death Knight's ears. Under this continuous bombardment, the fire in the Fallen Prince's pupils began to flicker.

Hypocritical gods, why didn't you support my country back then, but instead help these ignorant people now?

Is my country unworthy?

In that case, why not first wipe out these lackeys of the hypocritical gods...

"I will use your powers, Orcus," he said in a deep voice, "only this time, I will use them to destroy the apostles of those hypocritical gods!"

……

Early morning, Navashe Port.

Hawthorne woke up from his sleep, just got up and walked out of his small bungalow, and heard the sound of training in the distance. He was not in a hurry to start the new day's training immediately, but washed his face and brushed his teeth first, tossing himself in shape.

No matter where he goes, he always feels uncomfortable if he doesn't take care of his personal hygiene first.

After he finished washing, his neighbors also got up one after another. The wood elf ranger Green had already changed into his dark brown leather armor, with a short sword slung around his waist and a magical emerald green hard longbow slung over his back.

He walked out of the room and saw Hawthorne. A gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he asked, "Mr. Hawthorne, are you used to living here?"

Hawthorne nodded. He had never been particular about living conditions.

It doesn't matter if it's simple, as long as it's clean: "Of course, how about you?"

Golin burst out laughing: "You forget that I am a wood elf. It is no problem for me to sleep directly on the grass!"

Hawthorne laughed when he heard this. He had indeed forgotten about this. Wood elves advocate being close to nature. They live in the forest all year round. The conditions are more primitive than Nidalee's family - Nidalee and her people at least have to build a few tents to live in, while the wood elves can just find a branch to lie on.

So naturally, they were able to adapt to the environment in Borneo very quickly.

As the two talked, the others finished washing up one after another and gathered with him. Goering glanced around and then said, "Mr. Hawthorne, there is no kitchen here, and it would be troublesome for us to cook it ourselves. Why don't we go to their cafeteria and have breakfast together?"

Hawthorne nodded: "Okay."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. He didn't think of doing anything special or cooking his own special meal. It would be a shame not to try the local delicacies when visiting here.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel melancholy. After all, Kasa had been taken away by her mother, otherwise she would be very happy to go out to the street to look for snacks, right?

Thinking of this, Goering led the way, followed by Hawthorne, and the two walked towards the restaurant of the Boro army.

It is called a restaurant, but it is actually just a large, simple house. In order to cater to the needs of different people, there are different dining areas for locals and international supporters, but the food windows are the same and the food you can eat is no different.

Hawthorne got up early, and the Polish soldiers had not finished their morning classes yet, so the dining hall seemed a little empty. He followed Goering all the way to the food window, which was filled with a variety of things, and looked quite rich, but after a closer look, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What are these things?

What is that yellow thing?

What is that black thing?

Why do they all have this pungent, spicy smell?

Are these really edible?

He was not sure. After looking around the window, he sadly discovered that the only thing he could recognize seemed to be the white rice at the back.

Chapter 697: Boro's Food

Unlike Hawthorne's reservedness, Goering over there skillfully ordered three taels of rice, then pointed at the dark and rich soup in the window and asked for a few other things.

The fat waiter wearing a greasy chef's skirt and holding a stirrer dipped the spoon into the soup, stirred it a few times, and then scooped up a strange-looking thing.