Witch Monastery

Unable to help it, Hawthorne felt a raging rage in his heart.

If you were really the number one hero of this war, that would be fine, but you, a person who is reaping credit in the rear, want to use me as a stepping stone to accumulate fame?

His heart was burning with anger, and the discussions of the people around him only added fuel to the fire.

However, he also knew that it was meaningless to argue with these ordinary people who did not know the truth. To solve the problem, he had to target Sharma, the culprit!

Hawthorne took two deep breaths, calmed himself down, pretended nothing had happened, and continued to go shopping with Kasa.

However, after a short while, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the moon elf girl, and saw that she had a bitter face and looked unhappy.

Hawthorne leaned over, squeezed her little hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did someone make you angry?"

Kasha shook her head: "No."

As she said this, she sniffed her nose: "It doesn't taste good, oooh..."

Hawthorne smiled immediately, reached out his hand, and touched her hair: "I told you a long time ago that there is nothing delicious here, but you didn't believe me and insisted on coming over to try it."

"Come on, let's go back. I'll make you something delicious."

After hearing this, the girl's eyes lit up: "Great!"

As she said this, she hugged Hawthorne's arm and put her face on his shoulder: "You are so nice, hehe."

Hawthorne glanced at An Nuo and found that she was also reading a newspaper and not paying attention to him. He reached out and gently stroked Kasha's hair, and at the same time quietly pulled his arm out of her arms, then called An Nuo and went back to the camp together.

……

At the same time, in the Underdark, in the city of Menzoberranzan, in Harun’s family.

Hannie Harlan was wearing a loose nightgown, slumped on the sofa, letting her long snow-white hair hang down on the outside of the soft armrest of the sofa. Her two black and shiny feet painted with rose-colored nail polish were exposed, looking like dark chocolate dotted with jam, extremely tempting.

At this moment, she didn't care about her image. She lay there, reading the information compiled by the family's intelligence personnel.

Even if she is a prophet, she will involuntarily ignore some hints of fate if she lacks information. Only by mastering enough information can she capture the future that is most beneficial to them.

As she was reading, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. Zora Harlan, who was wearing brown slim leather armor and showed off her not-so-big but plump breasts and slender waist, walked into the room. "Hanni, I have new information!"

"Yeah." Hanni didn't even look up. "Go ahead, Mom."

"The Banrui family has organized an elite force and is preparing to go to the Kingdom of Borneo to carry out an assassination mission." Zora Harun walked over to sit next to her, stretched out his hand to play with her toes, and said, "It is said that the target of this mission should be the person who played the most critical role in the previous war with the undead creatures!"

"That's the surface world. Is it possible for us to..."

As she said this, a strong killing intent was revealed in her red pupils. If any dark elves died on the surface, especially in the chaotic Poro, it would be difficult for the dark elves to obtain evidence, and the strength of the Banrui family would be severely damaged!

"Yeah." Hanni looked uninterested. She still drooped her eyelids tiredly, and looked very tired and lazy. "I already knew about this news. Then what? Do you want to send a team to intercept this army halfway?"

"Don't think about it, Mom. Our family can't do this. It's better to think about how much we can do to them in Menzoberranzan while their elite troops are out..."

As she said this, Zora Harlan's heart slowly cooled down. She sighed softly and continued, "Mom doesn't know how to predict magic, and can't see as far as you can. Just go ahead and make your plans. If you need Mom's help, I will definitely do it."

As she spoke, she gently stroked Hanni's hair, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Mom will make you something delicious."

After saying that, she stood up, turned and walked towards the kitchen to make some of Hanni's favorite dessert.

Hanni was touched, sniffed her nose, and continued to look through the documents in her hand. The more she looked, the more desperate she felt. Although she had set the goal of "overthrowing the Banrui family", she now felt that this goal was impossible to achieve.

But suddenly, as she flipped through a newspaper, she paused and her eyes stayed on it.

Wait, that's...

Nigel Hawthorne?

Looking at that picture

, seeing Nigel Hawthorne, who was standing alone in the corner, Hanny frowned immediately.

Is he also in Borneo?

Oh, yes, he is there. I have seen the report about Libel Harbor before. He and the Black Rod Tower put together an elite team and went to the Kingdom of Borneo to eliminate the undead.

No, what’s going on? Why was there no news from him in the past two months?

Something is wrong. With his strength and image, how could there be no movement if he went to Bola?

It's impossible that I'm really unlucky and have not achieved any achievements, right?

No, that's not right!

Looking at Hawthorne's neglected look, suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind.

It is impossible for a man like him to remain unknown. It must be the Brahmas who are targeting him, deliberately hiding his achievements and reporting the parts that belittle him!

Oh, yes, I actually forgot that he is from Saiyin, and Bola has always been jealous and afraid of Saiyin...

In this case, there may be room for further exploration of many pieces of information...

She suddenly felt motivated, then stood up, walked back to her room, went to the drawer under the study, and took out some reports from the past few days.

Seeing the content of the report, her brows gradually relaxed.

Silver Dragon...

It seems to be pretty much the same as I guessed...

if it is like this……

She took a deep breath, stretched out her fingers, pressed them on her temples, closed her eyes, and turned them slowly.

At the same time, she silently chanted a spell. She was activating her own magical abilities. With the new information as support, she could try to foresee the completely unforeseeable future...

Undead…Hawthorne…

Holy Elephant... Sharma...

Assassinate... the hero...

The one who is praised by the stars...the one who is ignored by the reporters...

The nature of the Pala Kingdom... The relationship between the Silver Dragon and the Holy Elephant...

Hiss, maybe...

She slowly opened her eyes, and the previous fatigue and laziness disappeared without a trace. She turned around, pushed the door open, and rushed to the kitchen excitedly: "Mom, the idea you mentioned may really work!"

Chapter 728 Intensifying Conflicts

Shortly after the celebration banquet at Navasha Port ended, the elephants and his subordinates returned to Gendra Port to prepare for the next trouble.

Although the largest port in Borneo has been recovered, reconstruction has not yet begun. Even though they boast to the outside world, the elites among the elephants are clear-headed.

They knew very well that the crisis was not over. The existence of Orcus had long been confirmed by various demon scholars and prophecy mages. Even the most arrogant leaders could not ignore this information and arrogantly think that they did not need to worry about these things anymore.

The army of Borneo is also preparing. Since Orcus has not left this sea area, the huge shadow is still threatening the country and coveting the port, so they must be fully alert and be ready for battle!

Huo Sang and others also followed their large group to Gendra Port. He kept the conflict between him and Sharma in the dark and did not bring it to the surface. Therefore, except for a few people with extremely keen perception, not many people noticed that the undercurrent was constantly surging...

This day, in the camp at Gendra Port.

Balian is a half-elf necromancer. Although he studies the spells of the necromancy school, he is not an evil person, nor does he betray the living and join the undead army of Orcus.

Because his main research direction is to accurately control weak necromancy magic to kill some pathogenic pests.

His dream is to develop a low-level spell that can be easily sealed into a magic scroll. Anyone who tears it into pieces will die all the mosquitoes, cockroaches, etc. within ten meters around him and will never be able to disturb people's normal life again.

Unfortunately, he had not yet completed his research when he received Wang Du's invitation. After all, good-aligned necromancers were rare, and Wang Du needed his knowledge to fight against the undead.

Berian, who was relatively short of research funds, accepted Wang Du's invitation and became a member of his think tank, and it has been half a year since then.

In the past six months, he has been working tirelessly and doing his best to give Wang Du advice, assist him in guarding against many possible attacks from the necromancers, and help him find the weaknesses of the undead creatures and then launch a concentrated attack.

During the previous attack on Gendra Port, he slept less than four hours a day for several consecutive days, just to be able to deal with the intelligence and emergencies coming from all over Gendra Port in a timely manner, and then give response suggestions as soon as possible.

Until now, the battle had been successfully won, but he did not get the results he expected.

"How are you doing lately? Has your income increased?"

It was a sunny afternoon. In the international supporters' camp, Wood Elf Ranger Golin sat on a stone bench, shelling nuts and chatting with Berian.

Although one of them is a wood elf and the other a half-elf, elves are sparsely populated, and they can be considered cousins. Therefore, when they have nothing to do, they will get together and chat.

"Ah... it's still the same, 300 gold coins a month, no improvement."

Berian smiled bitterly.

, His eye sockets are now sunken, with obvious dark circles under his eyes, and his whole state is visibly exhausted: "The next fight will start, and I will have to suffer again."

"If you work hard, you will earn money, right?" Goering smiled. "After a battle, you should get a lot of extra money, right?"

However, Berian lowered his head and shook his head slightly: "No way... only two hundred gold coins, not enough."

Goering was a little surprised and was about to say something when two beautiful figures, a man and a woman, passed by in the distance. The man saw Goering, took the initiative to extend his hand and greeted him, "Good afternoon, my friend."

Goering also waved and responded with a smile: "Good afternoon, Earl Hawthorne, Ms. Anno."

The visitors were Hawthorne and his partner. They walked over hand in hand and looked at him with a smile. Berian stood up hastily, somewhat at a loss: "Count Hawthorne, it's an honor to meet you..."

Hawthorne looked at Berian, raised his finger, and thought carefully: "Berian, right? General Wang Du mentioned you to me and said you are a talent."

Berian was immediately flattered: "You actually know my name? What an honor..."

Beside him, Goering said with a smile: "Wang Du still cares about him? It's really puzzling. I thought the elephant man didn't care about him, so he treated him like this!"

"Oh?" Hawthorne showed a surprised expression, "What's wrong? Did Wang Du do anything?"

Berian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, it's just that people can't be greedy..."

He said this with a rather resentful tone, and Hawthorne immediately frowned. Beside him, Goering helped explain, "He was almost exhausted from providing intelligence analysis and advice support to Wang Du before, but the compensation he received was very unsatisfactory."

"He only earns 300 gold coins a month. Even after the victory in retaking Gendra Harbor, he was only given an extra 200. Berian is a wizard who can cast fifth-ring spells!"

Huo Sang's smile faded, and then he murmured for a while: "This...ah, I don't understand the customs of Boro, and it's not convenient for me to say anything casually..."

As he said this, a centaur came running towards them from a distance, carrying a large backpack on his back. "Goering, I brought all the things you asked me to buy for you."

"Thank you." Goering replied. The centaur came over and put down his backpack. Goering then grabbed a handful of nuts for him. While eating, the centaur asked, "What are you talking about?"

Goering then recounted the situation just now. Hearing this, the centaur couldn't help smacking his lips and said, "There's nothing we can do. We followed the wrong Khan, and this is what will happen. I also have a friend who works as a consultant for Sharma. He earns several thousand gold coins every month. This time, he took back Gendra Port and made tens of thousands in one go!"

As he spoke, he smacked his lips, glanced at Berian with sympathy, then said goodbye, strode on all fours, and walked away.

Bellian stood there, his face looking increasingly uglier.

Over there, Annuo couldn't bear to watch, and she couldn't help but say, "Berrian, why don't you come to the Black Rod Tower? With this qualification, I can write you a letter of introduction, and you can earn much more than here!"

Huo Sang frowned, patted An Nuo's hand, and blamed him: "How can you steal someone's talent like this! Wang Du must be in trouble temporarily. He can't treat his subordinates badly."

Berian lowered his eyes and said nothing, while Goering sneered: "I think it will be difficult for Wang Du to overwhelm Sharma!"

Hawthorne sneered and waved his hand: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's talk about something happy."

They chatted for a while, and then Hawthorne took Anno by the hand and said goodbye. Not long after, Berian saw that the time was almost up, so he also said goodbye and returned to his residence.

But after walking a few steps, he heard a melodious music: "Since ancient times, those who have achieved great success are not those who have worked hard. Why should the fruits of my hard work be reaped by that ignorant and brainless playboy..."

The music was so melodious and long that Balian could not help but stop and listen. He glanced and saw a halfling playing a violin, probably a bard, singing intoxicatedly.

A circle of listeners gathered around him, including many familiar faces to Berian. The emotions reached a peak, and a strong man of the Red Dragonborn could not help but curse: "Damn, why do those who do nothing get such good treatment!"

A strong resentment rose in Bellian's heart. He then shook his head, let out a long breath, and turned around to leave.

At this time, a figure left with him. It was an acquaintance of his, a half-orc mercenary, a brave warrior, and like him, a consultant invited by Wang Du.

He saw the other man, and the orc also saw him. Their eyes met, and they noticed the resentment on each other's faces, and they immediately understood each other's thoughts.

In fact, the fact that Sharma's treatment was too good and completely disproportionate to that here had been secretly circulated among Wang Du's subordinates for a long time.

At this moment, a half-elf and a half-orc reached a miraculous agreement. The half-orc grinned, revealing his ferocious fangs: "Why don't we go and ask General Wang Du together? If this goes on, I won't be able to appease my subordinates!"

Berian nodded, and walked side by side with him towards Wang Du's residence. They passed through the tents in the military camp, revealed their identities to the guards around Wang Du's residence, and then went inside.

However, just as they walked to the door and before they knocked, they heard Wang Du's helpless voice from inside: "Sir, can you please hold off for two days? Don't worry, I will definitely solve this problem for you!"

"You are needed here, and I need you too, sir. I know I failed to fulfill my promise, but please reconsider your resignation, okay?"

The sound gradually disappeared, and then the door was pushed open. A tall Tiefling magician with two upward-curved horns on his forehead, red skin, and wearing a black magic robe, left with an unhappy look on his face, leaning on a staff.

Berian also recognized him. He was a powerful magician of the School of Shaping, proficient in many elemental magics. In the battles of the previous few months, he was always at the forefront of the battle, pouring destruction on the enemy.

However, a mage like him naturally needs a huge amount of money to complete his conjectures and experiments. However, the treatment he gets from Wang Du is probably not much higher than that of Berian and others.

Berian and the orc looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that some people had already begun to resign to Wang Du!

Chapter 729 Hawthorne's Plot

But, since they were already here, Berian and the others could only bite the bullet and walk into Wang Du's room, close the door, and then silently said: "General..."