Witch Monastery

Their long tusks curve upward, their bodies are strong and their color is shiny, making them look both heroic and beautiful.

Most of the people who had just come to Borneo had never seen this legendary creature, and they were curious for a moment. At this time, there happened to be a holy elephant lying on the edge of the stone pillar to rest, so everyone couldn't help but move closer, wanting to get closer to it.

At this moment, the holy elephant suddenly raised its head, raised its long trunk high, and made a piercing elephant cry:

A sharp and loud sound wave was emitted, carrying a huge amount of energy. However, this energy was strong but not violent, and it only pushed the people who approached abruptly back one after another, but did not hurt anyone.

After forcing everyone to retreat, the holy elephant lay down again and continued to rest. However, the power it displayed in that scene just now was enough to make many people admire it.

"Everyone, please don't disturb the rest of the holy elephants."

At this moment, a gentle voice came. Everyone turned their heads and saw a gentle and elegant young elephant man wearing a gorgeous white robe walking towards them. It was none other than Sharma, the only priest who could command the holy elephant.

He looked gentle and kind at the moment, like a good man who was always kind to others. However, everyone also had memories.

The guys in the room all remembered how aggressive he looked when he found Hawthorne that night, so all of them had strange expressions for a moment.

But at this moment, with Sharma's ability to perceive emotions, he naturally couldn't tell the difference.

Standing in front, admiring the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Sharma looked very proud. He cleared his throat and then said loudly:

"They are our strongest force, the key and trump card for us to defeat the army of undead creatures. In the battle a few days ago, you all saw that it was their repeated charges that crushed countless undead creatures, allowing our city to hold on."

"And in the subsequent counterattack plan, they will also play an irreplaceable and important role. Their strength is immeasurable. When the Holy Elephant launches a charge, all the evil in the world will tremble!"

He proudly declared this, causing a series of exclamations and applause. Surrounded by the admiring eyes of foreigners, Sharma felt extremely satisfied.

At this moment, hiding behind the crowd, Hawthorne's expression looked a little strange.

Uh……

A bunch of stupid units that can't fly, have no displacement, move slowly, and have very limited physical strength. They are only useful in breaking through positional warfare...

What's there to brag about?

He was doubtful in his heart. It wasn't that he looked down on these powerful creatures, but as a game player, he couldn't bear to listen to Sharma's bragging.

Although as a behemoth unit, the Holy Elephants can also crush ordinary infantry, but among the behemoths, it should be regarded as the second to last one, and is beaten by the Gold Dragon, Silver Dragon, Red Dragon, and Blue Dragon in turn.

Even some white dragons living on the Roof Plateau could easily kill a few holy elephants and then run away, and the latter would have no way to deal with the former.

Oh, the weakest among the behemoths should be the various flesh and blood monsters stitched together from the undead creatures, but they are cheap to make and can explode like crazy as if they were free.

So in general, the Holy Elephants should be the least cost-effective type among the behemoth units of all major forces.

However, even though they were weak, the people of the Bharata Kingdom didn't think so. They even thought the holy elephants were very powerful, and boasted about them all day long, as if these dumb creatures who could only walk on the ground were the best in the world, and could punch golden dragons and kick red dragons at any time...

cough!

In short, Hawthorne muttered this in his heart, but he was very restrained and did not really express these thoughts.

Sharma, who was in front of him, naturally couldn't notice his expression. He cleared his throat and continued, "Today, the holy elephants have finished their rest. So tomorrow, it's time for us to go out!"

"We are going to Gendra Harbor to destroy the lair of the undead creatures and send all these filthy creatures back to where they belong!"

He declared this in an excited voice, trying to stir up the crowd. However, when he said this, everyone in the audience was surprised and kept whispering, "So fast?"

"There was no prior notice."

“I feel it’s a bit rushed too, but considering this is Borneo, maybe this is their normal rhythm.”

"Is it hasty? I feel like it's a bit slow. It's been a while since we last fought..."

……

Everyone was whispering, and Sharma was very upset by the many objections they were expressing. He coughed lightly, and said in a harsh voice, "Everyone, this is a very urgent battle situation, and we need everyone to work together. I called you all here today to discuss tomorrow's marching arrangements."

"Everyone, success or failure depends on this. I know you are having difficulties, and so are we. Let's all just do it reluctantly!"

As he said this, he waved his hand, and a group of Hengshui people from the back slowly walked over here, carrying huge blackboards more than two meters high.

They were all exhausted and sweating. However, the elephant men and some minotaurs, who were obviously in better physical condition, were right behind them, but they had no intention of going forward to help.

Obviously, in their eyes, the dignity of status is the most important thing, and as for the efficiency of work, it can be sacrificed for this.

Finally, these people moved the huge blackboard to the center of the square and arranged them two meters apart. However, because the people who were carrying them were already exhausted, the blackboards were naturally placed crookedly, which naturally attracted a round of scolding from the officers.

These scenes made the caring international supporters frown frequently, but since this was an internal matter of their country after all, they could not interfere. They had to keep it in their hearts for the time being and then look up at the blackboards.

Each huge blackboard was covered with various small characters in the common language, showing the approximate route of their journey and what to do on each battlefield.

"The Ganesha is guiding our way forward. Everyone, please come and take a look." Sharma hummed, "Now, the creatures of the Bharata Kingdom need you to use your expertise to eliminate these undead spirits that blaspheme the living."

Everyone stepped forward and read the information above to determine what they could do. Next to Hawthorne, looking at this market-like scene, Annuo couldn't help but frown slightly and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Is this how they organize the battle?"

Obviously, this is unorganized

She was very uncomfortable with the scene of lack of discipline. Although she was young, she had received not only military education and training, but also a lot of military knowledge.

She was used to the performance of the well-disciplined troops of the Sein Empire as described in the books, so when she saw these, she suddenly felt very angry.

In response, Huo Sang smiled softly: "After all, this is Boro, so don't be so demanding."

As he said that, he squeezed her palm and said, "Let's go up and take a look."

Anno puffed up his cheeks, but finally deflated, nodded, and sighed: "Well, alas, this is Bora."

Chapter 700 Wang Du’s Invitation

Hawthorne then took Anno's little hand and squeezed into the crowd, pushing aside the orcs, minotaurs, centaurs and other different races who were also here, and walked back and forth between several different large blackboards to observe the contents written on them.

Next to each blackboard stood a civilian staff member from the Borneo army. Whenever someone asked, he would explain to them what the situation was described on the blackboard he was standing on.

Thanks to this crude organization, the entire venue was in great chaos. If you look down from a distance, you will find that it is really like a huge vegetable market, noisy and continuous, with chaos and disorder as the most prominent feature.

Seeing this, An Nuo was immediately filled with dissatisfaction, and couldn't help but keep muttering: "How can they organize it like this? They should have counted the specialties and abilities of each of our teams, and then directly inform us when they make a plan..."

"It's not like what we have now. They know nothing about us and let us choose for ourselves. With this organization, it's as if we are not a regular army here, but a group of loose adventurers..."

She was full of complaints about the arrangements made by the Boro Kingdom. Huo Sang smiled gently, squeezed her little hand, and comforted her: "They should also have difficulties. After all, they just fought such a difficult battle."

"Don't worry, this result is already very good. At least we are still fighting, right?"

As he said this, his eyes kept scanning the blackboard in front of him, looking for tasks that might be suitable for their team. But unfortunately, he had not received systematic military knowledge training and knew very little about the local geographical environment of Borneo.

Not only that, the abstract map drawn with chalk by these people from the country of Boro could probably only be understood by their own officers. Hawthorne stared with his eyes wide open, looking up and down, left and right, but still could not find a mission direction that suited him.

He couldn't help but feel a little irritated, and at this moment, a somewhat impolite voice rang in his ears: "Are you the legendary Hawthorne?"

Ok?

Hawthorne turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that the person who spoke was actually a minotaur with dark yellow fur, nearly two meters tall, more than a head taller than him.

In the country of Borneo, where people are divided into four classes, the Taurens are considered the second class, second only to the Elephants. Although they have not reached the highest social status, they are still quite well-off, at least much higher than other ethnic groups.

At least, the minotaur now had shiny fur and looked quite pampered. He held his head high and pointed his fist-sized nostrils at Hawthorne. Even before he spoke, his arrogance was almost evident in his words.

Huo Ang felt that this guy seemed to be looking for trouble, but he didn't want to have a conflict, so he turned around, pulled An Nuo and wanted to leave.

However, when he wanted to leave, this guy didn't intend to let him go. The minotaur took a step forward, walked to Hawthorne's side, and said, "I heard that Father Hawthorne has amazing knowledge reserves. I also want to talk to you about something."

Huo Sang said, "You are joking. I don't really understand these things. I have other things to do. The war situation is urgent, so I will leave first."

He wanted to hide, but the minotaur took another step forward, stopped him, and continued: "This matter is not urgent. I can explain it to you in detail later. But this matter is also related to you, Father Hawthorne."

He raised his head and said arrogantly, "There are many minotaurs living on the Ridge Plateau. They have made outstanding contributions to the peace of the Ridge Plateau. This shows that the Ridge Plateau should have been the home of the minotaurs."

What this means is that the two places should be merged into one country.

Hawthorne smiled and pretended not to be angry: "There are many humans living around Hengshui, which means that this should be a place dominated by humans."

The minotaur choked for a moment, then his eyes widened with anger: "The Hengshui people and the Qingyin people are not the same kind of people at all!"

Hawthorne smiled. Seeing that he was actually anxious, his own anger disappeared almost completely. "What's the difference? Just like you and many residents of the Roof Plateau, you are all minotaurs."

This guy's throat was moving, veins on his forehead were bulging, and he seemed to be unable to control his anger. But in the end, it seemed that he considered that he could not beat Hawthorne, so he snorted coldly and turned away.

Hawthorne shrugged. "He promised to introduce us to the mission here, but he didn't say anything."

An Nuo also glanced at the back of the minotaur, and then whispered: "There are actually quite a lot of people like this in the country of Bo Luo. Because they can't beat Sein, there has always been a kind of resentment among the people."

"We should just ignore this kind of people. After all, this is

They can argue as much as they want on their home turf, but on the battlefield, they lose from beginning to end."

Her attitude was very pragmatic, and Hawthorne smiled gently and reached out to hook her nose: "No, I'm not the type to respond to insults. We are here to help them, not to suffer their anger."

An Nuo sniffed and did not continue to argue with him on this topic, continuing to squeeze in the crowd.

At this time, a familiar voice sounded: "Father Hawthorne, Miss Anno, so you are here."

The two turned their heads and saw that the elephant king Du had come to their side without them noticing. He spoke to them in a gentle tone and with a kind expression, "I'm sorry, things were rushed and I didn't inform you in advance, so you two were delayed here."

Hawthorne then said, "No problem. Um, what do you want to talk to us about?"

Wang Du nodded: "Can you two please have a moment to talk?"

Huo Sang naturally would not refuse, and followed the elephant man to squeeze through the crowd and come outside. Then, Wang Du took the initiative to speak to him: "Although it is said here that you can choose from various routes and different tasks, I still hope that you two and your elite troops can join our main force to attack Gendra Port."

"To be honest, the two of you, the Holy Elephants in this park today seem to be extremely powerful, but in fact, they have suffered heavy losses in the previous defensive battle. The number of Holy Elephants we can mobilize now is less than half of what it was before."

He said sincerely. Although he was a little giant over two meters tall, he half bent down, lowered his head, curled his nose, and kept his eyes level with Hawthorne. "Our main force on the front is actually quite insufficient. It is difficult to have another large-scale battle like the last time, the defense of Washe Port."

"So, we urgently need your strength to avoid this tough battle that will cost us heavy losses."

Huo Sang nodded, thinking that Mr. Wang Du was really honest. He dared to tell an outsider like him such important military secrets about the true situation of the Holy Elephants.

However, since his sincerity was there, he naturally had no reason to refuse: "It's feasible, then I will follow your main force."

Wang Du was overjoyed, and repeatedly said that this was Bola's luck. Huo Sang exchanged a few polite words with him, then said he would go back to prepare, and then said goodbye to him.

Wang Du did not delay and turned back to his base to rest.

However, when he returned, an extremely dissatisfied voice came from behind him: "Wang Du, what's wrong with you? How could you tell him such important confidential information directly?"

Wang Du's expression changed instantly. He turned his head and looked back, and saw his good friend, the elephant man Sharma, staring at him with wide eyes and anger.

The hearing of elephants can be said to be terribly strong. In addition, Sharma has been paying attention to Hawthorne's movements during this period of time, so he naturally heard the conversation between him and Wang Du clearly.

Therefore, he was extremely angry at the moment.

Wang Du immediately thought to himself that something was wrong. He then hurriedly said, "Calm down, Sharma, I didn't mean that. I didn't sell out our secrets."

"Look, the holy elephants are huge, and it's hard to hide their number. If we take the initiative to tell him, it will show that we are honest, right?"

"I didn't say a word about those real secrets."

Chapter 701: Polo's Army

Wang Du explained this, but it didn't seem to work. Sharma stared at his friend who was explaining frantically, his eyes wide open, and the anger in his heart was rising.

He actually didn't care about Wang Du revealing the real number of the holy elephants. After all, as he said, the holy elephants were huge in size. Once they started marching, their real number would be impossible to conceal.

He cares about something else.

Why do we say that the holy elephants suffered heavy losses?

Doesn't this make me, the main general, seem useless, being suppressed by the undead?

Doesn't this make it seem even more shameful that I, a priest who commands the holy elephant, am in a miserable state?

Sharma couldn't help but get furious when he thought that after learning the news, Hawthorne expressed sympathy on the surface, but was actually gloating in his heart and laughing at his incompetence behind his back.

However, he now understood very well that going to quarrel with Hawthorne would only bring humiliation upon himself, so he could not help but vent his anger on his good friend in front of him.

"You'd better understand your own identity, Wangdu." Sharma then advised word by word, "You are an elephant man, the leader of the Bharata Kingdom, not a dog following behind Hawthorne."

Wang Du was silent. Even though he was very well-mannered and had always been unwilling to have conflicts with others, at this moment, a surge of anger rose in his heart.

Me? A dog following Hawthorne?

It's fine if others blame me, but do you have the right to do so? I'm begging you so humbly, isn't it because of your nonsense that you ruined our relationship with international supporters?

Am I trying to please him? I am showing our sincerity to the entire international community!

Wang Du's chest rose and fell violently, and he began to take deep breaths. He wanted to refute, but looking at Sharma in front of him, some words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

He's just a fighter.

, a warrior, while Sharma in front of him is the most promising elephant priest of the younger generation of Brahma.

It is true that they are good friends, but in fact, the relationship between the two people is not equal.

Therefore, at this moment, even if he was extremely angry, he had to suppress it in his heart, nodded, and said, "Yes, I understand, and I won't do it again."

Sharma raised his head and showed a reserved expression: "I am very pleased that you can correct your mistakes. Reflect on it carefully and think about what you should do in the future."

After saying this, he turned and left. He was completely unaware that an invisible rift was forming between him and his childhood friend...