Witch Monastery

"For most soldiers, a common language isn't necessary, right?"

Wang Du reached out and scratched his huge ears that were like a palm leaf fan: "Uh... you misunderstood, Father Hawthorne. The problem is not here, but rather, um."

"Soldiers from different places speak completely different dialects. For example, an officer from Navasha spoke

, the soldiers from Kandla Port could not understand it at all."

Hawthorne suddenly realized: "Oh, dialect? I understand, but this is just a problem of pronunciation. It's the same language after all. Just correct it..."

He thought he understood, but the elephant man in front of him kept shaking his head: "It's more than just this question, um..."

He took a deep breath through his thick nose: "If we follow the definition of the international community, then the people in these two places should speak two completely different languages."

Hawthorne was stunned: "Huh?"

"Yes, this is also the problem we are facing." Wang Du spread his hands, "I am afraid that this problem cannot be overcome in a short period of time."

"So, we had no choice but to put soldiers from the same region into the same team, and then the commander-in-chief would only give orders to the team commanders, who would then command the soldiers under them one by one."

"But, as you can imagine, there must be very few soldiers from the same region. Therefore, once the size of the legion exceeds a thousand or even ten thousand people, the efficiency will become extremely low."

Chapter 704: Ocas's Madness

Wang Du's explanation made Huo Sang stunned, and then his expression couldn't help but become sour again.

So that's how it is.

No wonder you guys are so bad at fighting and your communication and organization are so inefficient...

Ah!

It turns out that your language is not unified at all!

Hawthorne couldn't help but hold his forehead, thinking that Borneo was really a magical country. Many things that he had long been accustomed to had to be corrected one by one here.

As a result, he couldn't help but become more worried about the outcome of this war.

……

Time passes slowly.

Port of Kandla.

The stench of decay filled the air, and countless corpses were piled up here. Even though it was almost December, countless flies still hung over the entire city like a dark cloud, making people extremely frightened, fearing that these guys would suddenly swoop down and eat a person until only bones were left.

If a normal person came to such an environment, he would definitely fall into madness. However, for the necromancers, this place was, in theory, like heaven.

After all, there are perfect experimental materials everywhere, and they can use them at will without worrying about any ethical pressure.

We are all colleagues and can conduct experiments happily together. No matter how inhumane the behavior is, we will only receive praise from our peers and not hear any criticism.

However, this is only in theory. As for the actual situation, it depends on each person's actual situation.

The weather was fine that day. Beside the original port of Gendra Harbor, a young necromancer in a black cloak was looking at the azure sea in the distance, breathing deeply in the warm yet cool sea breeze.

Under the sunshine, the blue sea was sparkling and beautiful, and the necromancer seemed to be lost in thought and was unwilling to leave for a long time.

After a while, he heard footsteps behind him. The necromancer turned his head quickly and saw another tall necromancer slowly approaching him: "Are you here to rest too?"

The necromancer who had just started let out a breath, as if his heart was relieved. “Yes… I always feel that the pressure has been so great recently that I am almost going crazy.”

As he spoke, he lowered his head, shook his head, and put his hands into his hair, making it a mess.

The new necromancer beside him also sighed and said, "Who isn't like this? I feel the same way. These past few days, I've always felt that everything we've done seems to be meaningless."

"I can't possibly become a lich. In a few decades, I will become an undead creature like these corpses. By then, all my efforts will be in vain. Sigh..."

As he spoke, his face and voice became more and more sad. He walked towards the beach, his body stiff, as if he wanted to jump into the sea to commit suicide: "Maybe jumping in now will be a relief..."

The person in front of him quickly grabbed his arm and said in a deep voice: "Are you crazy? How can you commit suicide at any time?"

Suddenly, he realized something, turned around, walked up to the man, and slapped him hard in the face: "Wake up, control yourself, don't let it interfere with your will!"

He roared, and the man who had just wanted to commit suicide came to his senses a little, covered his face, and looked puzzled: "What did you say?"

"You've been disturbed by something!" said the man who held him. "Damn it, I'm sure now, someone must be plotting something bad to drive us crazy!"

As he spoke, his voice became more and more confident: "I have suspected it for a long time. Do you know why? The day before yesterday, I ran into that kid John. He was actually rummaging through the corpse to eat something, just like a ghoul!"

"That made me sick. I suspected he was mentally ill. But it's okay if it's just one or two cases. Later, I also thought about committing suicide and eating corpses. When I saw you doing the same thing today, I felt that it must not be a problem between us, but a problem with this city!"

He said this, lowering his voice, and advised: "Focus and fight it. Don't let its power get the better of you!"

The latter looked solemn

, and there was a moment of fear in his heart. He nodded gently, indicating that he would pay attention to fighting this emotion, which made the former reluctantly put his mind at ease.

The two chatted for a while, told each other to take care of themselves, and then returned to the city together to continue the work that had not been completed that day.

At the same time, in the original city hall of Gendra Port, in the rest room of the fallen prince.

This perhaps the oldest death knight alive sat in the center of his room, leaning on the magic sword he had received from the undead lord Orcus, muttering something in his hoarse throat.

As he chanted the spell, the magic sword in front of him continued to spread out dark magic power in all directions, penetrating into the underground of the port, polluting the land, and at the same time giving the undead creatures born on this land even more powerful and ferocious strength!

He is cooperating with the undead lord Orcus to transform this land into the lair of this demon lord!

"how?"

A hoarse and gloomy voice sounded in the mind of the Fallen Prince. The voice of the Undead Lord was a little proud: "Do you feel it? My power, my true power, is enough for you to fight against the power of the gods!"

He then began to laugh, his voice sounding like a madman, but the Death Knight was completely unable to refute what he said.

He had personally felt that power, a power that was no less powerful than the divine power projected by the sun and the two moons, a power that was vast and unrivaled.

Orcus is worthy of being one of the two demon lords in the first echelon of the Abyss.

In fact, many powerful and long-established demon lords are not much inferior to real gods in terms of combat power alone.

However, they are just demons after all. They do not have the power to manage the material world and cannot use the power of some rules. Therefore, they are often unable to fight against the gods alone.

But if in certain special times, the gods are expelled from their own kingdoms, temporarily lose their authority, and walk in the material world as saints, then the outcome of a fight at this time is still unknown.

There was a goddess who, during the Saint Catastrophe, was unfortunately ambushed by a demon lord and imprisoned in a plane controlled by him. Afterwards, many unimaginable and terrible humiliations occurred to her, and her own power was permanently weakened.

The demon lord Grazzt who accomplished this was only the second tier in the Abyss in terms of strength, far inferior to the powerful Orcus.

The Undead Lord Orcus is the undisputed first-tier demon lord in the Abyss. Holding a divine weapon, he is almost unrivaled in the Abyss!

"Believe me, no one understands the power that God can bestow at this time better than me. Without my assistance, you cannot fight against the purification of the Moon Goddess."

In the magic sword, Orcus' voice was still whispering. He needed the death knight to show his complete submission to him and help him transform this port, and even the entire country, into his lair, and finally...

Summon him into the material world!

At that time, he could freely create the paradise for the dead of his dreams here, enjoy the souls of intelligent creatures, and satisfy his bottomless desires!

The Death Knight remained silent on this. He raised his helmeted head slightly and looked out the window at the distant sea.

He could feel that as he increasingly accepted the power of Orcus, his strength and power were becoming stronger—however, the undead creatures under his command were also becoming increasingly crazy.

Normally, no matter whether it is a skeleton or a zombie, they are peaceful at ordinary times, just like the so-called "walking dead". Unless they are stimulated, they will not conflict with others.

However, since he accepted the power of Orcus, conflicts between the undead creatures have become more frequent. This kind of internal friction is meaningless and will only waste the military forces he has worked so hard to gather.

Orcus was pleased to see this, as he saw it as the lively character of the dead, but the Fallen Prince thought that he didn't have much time left.

He couldn't keep accepting this guy's power, so he had to eliminate the source of the biggest threat to himself as soon as possible, and then immediately cut off Ocas' influence here!

Therefore, we need to wipe out the Moon Elf army as soon as possible...

Chapter 705 The Eve of the Decisive Battle

Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Several large armies of the Pala Kingdom were advancing slowly along the predetermined routes towards the port of Gendra, occupying various key locations, wiping out the undead legions around their own bases, and finally sending out sentinels to closely monitor the movements of the undead creatures at all times.

Although in Annuo's opinion, Polo's army was full of problems that made her blood pressure soar, but as she had lamented before, this group of people and the undead creatures really formed a perfect pair of opponents.

As a result, good news came in frequently from all sides, and they were winning all the way, and it seemed that they had defeated the undead creatures.

The main force of the undead creatures in Gendra Port seems to have been obsessed with transforming the land there and creating super-giant undead flesh giants recently, so they have not come out in full force to defeat them.

Under this miraculous situation, the army of Borneo successfully completed the first two strategic goals.

Now, according to the strategic plan of the elephants, as long as the death knight riding the dragon lich is eliminated, this army can be completely destroyed.

The army of undead welcomed the victory of their war.

Time is approaching the end of the year again, and now, the army of Bola is already at the gates of the city. As long as the elephants contact the moon elves, discuss the plan of the general attack, and decide on the time to launch the attack, these undead creatures can be captured in one fell swoop!

On this day, the wind from the north blew across the land. Even though Borneo was located in a relatively warm climate zone, the air was still a little chilly.

Early in the morning, Hawthorne had just gotten up and walked out of his tent. When he was washing up outside, he saw Wadgit von, the noble old lady from the royal family of Sayn, who seemed to have just returned from a walk outside.

They were now camped on a not-too-high hill in the northeast of Gendra Harbor. Looking around, there were endless white quadrangular pyramidal temporary tents, in which lived supporters from outside the Kingdom of Borneo.

Seeing Hawthorne getting up early, the old lady smiled and took the initiative to greet him, "Good morning, Earl Hawthorne."

Looking at the old lady, although he had some guesses about her identity in his heart, Hawthorne still pretended not to know, smiled, and said, "Good morning, ma'am."

As he spoke, he also reminded: "It's not safe here. The army of undead creatures may attack us at any time. If you want to take a walk, it's better to stay in the camp and not go outside."

This is quite reliable, after all, there are many wild beasts on this hill. Even though the undead creatures are powerful, they don't have the ability to clear out the place. If they run into them, it will be troublesome.

But for this old lady, it’s probably just the difference of adding a meal.

Hawthorne was so concerned about him, but Wadgit didn't comment on it. He just laughed and said, "This Boro is the most dangerous place. Isn't Earl Hawthorne here too?"

Hawthorne also smiled: "This is different, ma'am. Since I have mastered the power from my bloodline, I must shoulder the responsibility of destroying the undead creatures."

Wadjit looked at him approvingly, nodded, and said, "I came here because I also have something I want to do."

As she spoke, her old but clear eyes stared straight at him, and she whispered, "Perhaps, when that moment comes, I will still need your full assistance."

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment, unable to guess what she wanted. Then, Wadgit slowly turned around and walked towards her room.

Today is the day for the Elephant Man and the Moon Elves' envoys to meet and talk. They have to work out a suitable attack plan. The Moon Elves' envoys should be in the Elephant Man's tent now, but Hawthorne is not the commander and has no control over these matters, so he naturally does not ask too much.

He is now consolidating his spells. During this month, he has tested his conjectures in various actual encounters, and then experienced them again in Ekta's body at night. Now he has basically mastered the spells he wanted.

All he had to do now was to consolidate and keep himself in peak condition so that he could engage in the most intense battles at any time.

As the sun gradually rose higher, Hawthorne rested alone in the tent. At this moment, a familiar female voice came from outside the room: "Excuse me, is Father Hawthorne here?"

It was Kasha's voice.

Hawthorne's expression changed, and he was a little surprised.

She didn't leave?

He was not sure and wondered if he had heard it wrong. He then stood up and walked out, saying, "I'm here."

As he said that, he walked out of the tent and came outside. At first glance, he saw Kassa's tall and curvy figure standing in the tent.

Her appearance didn't seem to have changed at all, she still looked mature and steady, like an outstanding queen. If someone who wasn't familiar with her saw her, they would be fooled by her.

Hawthorne walked forward, waved, smiled and took the initiative to greet: "Kasha, I'm here!"

Over there, the girl turned her head slightly and looked back. Her expression looked aloof and cold, so beautiful.

But the next second, the cold expression on the girl's face instantly broke, and she shouted "Father Hawthorne" loudly, then spread her legs and ran towards him happily.

Hawthorne suddenly felt something was wrong, and felt that her running posture was somewhat familiar. He opened his arms as if by muscle memory, and then the girl actually threw herself into his arms: "Father, ah——!"

Her arms tightly hugged Hawthorne's upper body, her eyes closed, and a smile of extreme excitement hung on the corners of her mouth: "I missed you so much, Father!"

Hawthorne also kept smiling. The two soft lumps on Kasa's chest pressed against his chest, making him feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.

His heart was pounding and he glanced around. Fortunately, there were not many people around.

He then put the girl down, reached out his hand, gently stroked her moon-white hair, and whispered, "I miss you, too."

After a pause, he continued, "So, you didn't go back to Silvermoon City? Your mother actually let you stay in such a dangerous place?"

He was indeed a little confused. Although Kassadin's strength was not weak, she was an elf, and there was no shortage of characters as powerful as her in her tribe. Why let her, a child who was theoretically far from adulthood, stay here?

This was something he couldn't figure out. However, as soon as he asked this question, he saw the girl suddenly lower her head and blushed: "Because...

…because…oops!”

She covered her face and said in a weak voice: "I haven't tasted the delicious food in Borneo yet. It would be a pity to leave like this!"

"So this time, when my mother and her friends came to negotiate with the elephant people, I told them to bring me along."

She explained in a low voice, and this sentence interrupted Hawthorne's train of thought. When Hawthorne heard what she wanted to experience, his blood pressure suddenly rose to the maximum: "You-ah!"

His lips moved, and he murmured for a long time, as if he was facing some terrible psychological shadow, and finally he sighed deeply: "Well, I advise you not to have too high expectations for the local food in Borneo."