Witch Monastery

Half of them were killed, and the rest were mostly attracted by the elite groups among the international supporters, and could not achieve anything.

Although the battle was not over yet, it seemed to have settled down. Kasa glanced at the battlefield in the distance. The undead creatures were still pouring in like a tide, and a trace of fatigue appeared on her face: "Shall we retreat?"

An Nuo also looked into the distance. She was actually a little tired now. When she was fighting with the Balrog, the hot air she breathed into her nose had burned her lungs.

Although Tirastri was healed in time, the pain caused by the short-term burns and the poor breathing made her extremely exhausted at the moment.

But even so, she was not far away from the battlefield at this moment: "Let's continue fighting at the edge, at least until we are completely victorious, and then we can officially withdraw."

She suggested so, and no one objected. Although they were very tired now, as long as their injuries were healed, they would have no problem continuing to bully some ordinary undead creatures.

"Where did Moren fall?" Suddenly, Hawthorne suddenly remembered that there was still one person who had not returned to the team.

The vampire was whipped away by the Balrog, and now he is probably in danger. Although the vampire's vitality is very strong, he is not resistant to fire...

This is what Hawthorne is worried about now. Although Moren's strength is indeed weak, he is his admirer after all, and he has already made up his mind to help him cheer up again.

If he really died here, he would feel very frustrated.

But if I really die...

At the very least, I have to help collect his body so that he can be remembered by the world as a martyr.

He thought so and glanced at Ekta worriedly. On the side, Celine saw what he was thinking at the moment and immediately said, "When I was in the sky, I saw that he had fallen to the northeast. Father, if you want to go find him, go ahead. We will take care of Sister Ekta."

An Nuo also raised his head: "Do you want to go over? I'll follow you!"

She thought to herself that when they walked over there together, she could ask him privately what was going on.

But at this moment, Hawthorne, who was anxious and tired, did not understand what she meant.

"No need, An Nuo, I can go find him myself." Huo Sang said, looking at the wounded people, he explained, "I can fly, and I'm very fast. If I encounter danger, I can escape in time."

Having said that, regardless of the heavy mood of the people, he turned around and cast the "Tasha Extraordinary Form" spell again. He spread his wings, flew close to the ground, and sped away into the distance.

An Nuo looked at his back, pursed his lips, and found an excuse for Hawthorne: "He is not mentally ready yet, I shouldn't force him like this." Then he calmed down and stopped caring.

Afterwards, everyone continued to heal their wounds and rest to recover. Although the front line of the Po Luo in the distance seemed to be relatively stable, since they had already decided not to leave, they had to go over and continue to contribute to this battle.

On the other side, Hawthorne drove at top speed, heading in the direction Celine said. When he was halfway there, a familiar female voice suddenly rang out: "Hi, Father Hawthorne, long time no see!"

Hawthorne was startled, stopped, and turned his head sharply. He saw a figure with white hair, red eyes, dark skin, and a mischievous look in the darkness. He was looking at him with a smile on his face: "Are you looking for the unlucky young vampire who was flying in the sky and fighting with the Balrog just now, but was whipped down by the other party and his life or death is unknown?"

"What a coincidence! We just found him by accident and saved him from life-threatening danger!"

She said this with a sweet smile, but Hawthorne was slightly stunned: "Hanni? Why are you here?"

The dark elf that appeared before him was Hannie. At this moment, she was looking at Hawthorne with a smile, as if she was happy to meet him again after a long separation, and as if she had calculated that she would definitely defeat him today.

"If I tell you that I am here to save this chaotic and terrible world on the verge of collapse, will you believe it, Father?" Hanny looked at him and smiled, with a hint of joking in her words.

Hawthorne frowned, feeling a little annoyed. He had just experienced a fierce battle and so many things, how could he still be in a good mood now.

However, considering that the dark elf in front of him said that she saved Morn, he still patiently said to her in a deep voice: "Speak to the point, don't laugh it off!"

Hanni's smile faded as she looked at his expression. Then, she looked a little aggrieved: "I'm serious. At least what I have to do is really related to saving the people here."

Seeing Huo Sang's unhappy expression, she suddenly realized that the person in front of her might be really unhappy because of the fierce battle just now, so she stopped joking and quickly got to the point: "The Banrui family has sent an elite team to come here and assassinate the most critical person in the fight against demons and undead creatures, that is..."

"Me?" Hawthorne subconsciously thought it was himself.

"General Sharma!" Hanny blurted out the name.

For a moment, Hawthorne fell silent.

Uh…even if you said Anastasia, I would tolerate it. After all, the power of the Moon God guided by the Moon Elves is indeed the most critical factor in fighting against high-end enemies.

But…Sharma?

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Really?

What if you say it was Wang Du?

Hawthorne wanted to complain in his heart, but when he thought of the overwhelming praise and admiration for Sharma after the battle to recapture Kendra Port, the exaggerated publicity, and the photo of himself acting like a humble clown as a foil to the elephant man, he fell silent.

Uh……

Well, it seems that it is understandable that the dark elves could make such a misjudgment.

He suddenly couldn't help laughing, feeling that fate was really fickle. This guy was greedy for fame and wealth, and loved vanity, but ended up bringing disaster upon himself.

However, in front of Hanni, he still restrained his emotions and asked, "Why? The dark elves... well, although the Baenre family is evil, they are still living creatures. Why are they suddenly dragging their feet in this war against the undead creatures?"

Hanni shook her head. "I don't know. It is said that this is the oracle of the Spider Queen. There must be a bigger conspiracy, but I can't guess it."

Hawthorne couldn't help but frown, and many guesses popped up in his mind.

The dark elves had no reason to help the undead, and neither did the Spider Queen, but they were still sent here to assassinate the commander who was most crucial to this war...

Thinking back to when the Death Knight was the leader before, they didn't show up, but now they're here all of a sudden...

So they are here to help Orcus?

But that’s not right. The powerful lords of the abyss are almost never friendly with each other. They are all scheming against each other. How can they help each other?

What does the Spider Queen want?

He had no idea, his tired mind was in a mess. He had too little information to make any sense of it.

Chapter 742 Hanni’s Mother

"But anyway, the assassins from the Banry family have arrived!" Hanni stared at Hawthorne, her tone a little excited, "They will assassinate tonight! If we don't take action now, it may be too late!"

Hawthorne regained his composure, lowered his head, and looked at the elf girl in front of him. "So you, you want me to stop them?"

Hanni was stunned for a moment, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her. After hesitating for a few seconds, she nodded gently: "Yes...ah, isn't it?"

She looked at Hawthorne in surprise, as if she had just met him for the first time today: "Troops, aren't you going to stop them? They are planning to assassinate the main force fighting against demons and undead creatures. Alas, if it weren't for that guy named Sharma, wouldn't this war be..."

The more she spoke, the more she felt something was wrong, and the less confident she felt, because she suddenly realized that she actually didn't understand the relationship between Hawthorne and Sharma at all.

She carefully observed Hawthorne's expression and found that there was an undisguised cold murderous intent on his face.

"Why should I stop him?" He asked, "When you came here to help him, but he just let you die, if you heard that he was going to die, would you save him, Hannie?"

Hanni's heart was pounding, she never expected that after all her calculations and every step seemed to be perfect, something went wrong at this stage!

Hawthorne didn't want to save the elephant man!

This means that the elite team of the Banrui family will most likely be able to successfully complete the mission and then return safely to the city of Menzoberranzan to report the good news!

Instead of suffering a blow this time, the power of the Banrui family will be enhanced again because of the successful completion of the oracle from the Spider Queen. It is likely that it will be unshakable within a hundred years!

When Hanni thought of that scene, her heart suddenly stopped, and then a strong bitter taste rose in her heart.

She swallowed her saliva, then forced a smile and said to Hawthorne, "I am a dark elf. I will definitely take revenge. I might even kill him myself..."

She smiled wryly, but what she meant was, I am an evil person and I would do this, but you are a kind person and you shouldn't do this.

But unfortunately, Hawthorne was already immune to her words of this level. He did not comment, nor did he intend to continue on this topic, and continued: "Thank you for saving Morn. Where is he now? Take me to see him."

Hanni lowered her head and said sullenly, "In the house over there, come with me."

Having said that, she turned around and led the way dejectedly.

Originally, her wishful thinking was very sound. She made a complete prediction and knew that she could take advantage of this opportunity tonight to inform Hawthorne of the key information, and then she could watch the show begin.

So, she saved Morn here, and secretly leaked this key information to Hawthorne. Not only could she kill someone with a borrowed knife and deal a heavy blow to the power of the Banrui family, but she could also make Hawthorne owe her two favors, one big and one small. It can be said that she achieved three goals with one stone.

But who knew that Hawthorne was unwilling.

Such a big mistake happened in the middle. She brought so many people with her and worked so hard, but the only benefit she got was to help Huo Sang save one of his team members, which was just a small favor...

No wonder she is so depressed and downcast now. Predictions are not omnipotent. Most of the time they are vague and are the result of combining information from many sources.

If you believe in the prophecy completely, things will go wrong in unexpected places like tonight, and the whole plan will be ruined.

Hanni was in a very low mood, and Hawthorne did not take care of her.

The girl turned left and right in the building and soon came to the outside of a hidden room.

This seems to be an abandoned warehouse. After the port of Gendra was recaptured, such places are actually very common in the city.

After all, the fallen prince had been wreaking havoc here for nearly half a year, and Sharma and his men had only recaptured this place for less than a month, so many places had not been cleaned up in time.

Therefore, this also gives dark elves like Hanny ample room to fish in troubled waters.

Hannie knocked on the warehouse door for a while, maintaining a rhythm of varying lengths. Soon, the door was opened. A fully armed male dark elf wearing studded leather armor, a dagger on his waist, and a longbow on his back stood at the door, looking at Hawthorne with a vigilant look.

Hawthorne didn't care about it, and Hanny then made a "please" gesture and took him inside.

There were six male dark elves and three female dark elves standing in the room. Hawthorne recognized the person standing by the bed. It was Zora Harlan, Hanny's mother.

She was not tall, probably less than 1.7 meters, but her whole body stood straight, as if it was tense all the time, like a sharp sword, ready to launch a fatal attack on the enemy at any time.

She was wearing a brown leather armor, which made her chest bulge out with her full breasts, and her slender waist was also outlined, revealing her graceful body curves.

Her lower body was dressed similarly, with tight leather pants that tightly wrapped around her perky buttocks. The round lines made people curious about the elasticity. Her two long and straight legs also had full lines, and the calves were bulging, making people dare not imagine what kind of strength they possessed.

Everything about her was still the same familiar look in Hawthorne's memory. Although he had only met her once, Hawthorne still remembered her temperament, like a pure warrior, a seasoned hunter, pure as if without any impurities.

Next to her was a makeshift wooden bed with a familiar figure lying on it.

Just as Hawthorne was about to walk over, he saw Zora turn around and look in his direction. What surprised Hawthorne was that this sharp-tempered purple worm hunter looked a little weak at this moment, and his dark face was now a little sickly pale, as if he had lost too much blood from something, and even his face was bloodless.

Seeing Hawthorne coming over, it was visibly that her eyes, which had been a little weak and listless, suddenly brightened, and there was a hint of expectation and hope in her red pupils.

She looked at him like this while moving her steps to make room for half of her body beside the bed. She calmly lowered her sleeves to cover the hideous wound on her arm.

Even though her movements were fast, they were still not as fast as Hawthorne's eyes. After a quick glance, the latter immediately determined that there seemed to be two circular wounds on her arm, as if she had been pierced by some round sharp object.

This made him couldn't help but look slightly vague, but looking at Moen lying on the bed, he already had a general guess in his mind.

"You are here, Earl Hawthorne." Zora lowered her head and pursed her lips, showing him a respectful attitude. "The Goddess of Life does not seem to have given up on her followers. This vampire is basically out of danger. He should be able to wake up safely soon."

Vampire is a derogatory term. Those vampires who are worthy of respect are generally called "bloods".

Zora Harlan said this, but her eyes were still secretly glancing at Hawthorne's expression, observing his demeanor.

Hawthorne looked at Morn intently. He still remembered what this guy looked like when he was hit by the Balrog.

Logically speaking, he should have been turned into ashes in the horrific flames. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, his body would probably be covered with terrible burns.

After all, now, most of his clothes have been burned, leaving only ashes. One can imagine how terrifying the fire burning on his body is.

But unfortunately, Morn is still a vampire, and normal divine arts, such as healing spells and healing prayers, will not work on him. The only way to make him heal quickly is to feed him a lot of blood.

This must be the reason why Zora's expression looks so weak.

After figuring out what had just happened in this room, Hawthorne lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

Chapter 743: Zhuola's Hatred, Morn's Transformation

Zora's eyelids lifted, revealing a look of surprise, as if Hawthorne's brief words had also stirred up many ripples in her heart.

She looked at him expectantly, like a little girl waiting for a birthday present. However, Hawthorne knew what they were doing on the surface and what they wanted to achieve by using him.

So, he did not respond to her gaze, but walked to the bed and held Morn's hand: "Moen, wake up, it's not time to sleep now!"

If it was an ordinary human being who had suffered such serious injuries and had just been rescued, Hawthorne would definitely not disturb him and let him rest here.

However, this guy is a vampire. Therefore, Hawthorne doesn't need to worry about his condition at all, just wake him up.

The guy's eyelids moved visibly, and then he opened his eyes in confusion.

The teeth were still exposed, stained with some red blood.

The bloody smell from the blood filled his mouth, so not long after he regained consciousness, he suddenly covered his mouth with a frown, "I, I sucked blood?"

After a moment of silence, Hawthorne nodded slightly: "Fortunately, at least this way, we succeeded in keeping you alive."

From behind, the weak Zora smiled at him, as if to indicate that it was her efforts that kept him alive.

However, a look of great pain appeared on Morn's face.

"Father..." He cried out somewhat sadly, "I thought I was going to die..."

Later, Zhuola felt something was wrong. Then, she heard Morn continue to say: "I wanted to die in the first place. What's the point of living in this shameful state in the world? Why did you save me back..."

Suddenly, Zora's expression was a little horrified. She had never thought that the vampire she had saved with so much difficulty would actually seek death on her own initiative.

Suddenly, she frowned, turned her head back with a little worry, and looked in the direction of her daughter, as if asking her for help, asking her if she had done something wrong and what to do next.

She is a warrior and is not good at thinking about these things. Most of the time, she relies on her daughter.

However, Hannie just shook her head and tried to force a confident smile, indicating that she should be at ease and wait for the development of things.