Witch Monastery

Seeing Hawthorne flying straight towards the headquarters, the hope that had just risen in his heart was instantly destroyed. Sharma felt that the horrible darkness suddenly enveloped him again.

The horrible murderous intent came again, as if to cut him into pieces!

He swallowed and looked back in fear, searching for the dark elf who was nowhere to be found.

Hiding in the dark, the elite assassin sent by the Banrui family also felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Since they were coming to the surface to carry out the mission, they would naturally conduct targeted investigations. Even if they had not found out much about Huo Sang's combat power before, they had seen him kill a giant bull demon with one sword and fight several Balrog demons alone. How could they not know how powerful he was?

Originally, the assassin wanted to be safe and didn't want to get hurt, so he didn't rush to kill Sharma and kept playing with his prey.

When he saw Hawthorne appear here, he felt his heart and lungs stop working, and he cursed himself for ruining the situation. He was afraid that he would not be able to complete the task assigned by the mistress.

You might even die here!

But now, seeing that Hawthorne didn't seem to hear the cry for help from below, he flew straight away without even turning his head...

At this moment, in his heart, he began to feel the same intense joy of surviving a disaster as Sharma had just felt!

There is still hope for the future!

I can take this guy's head!

Thinking of this, he suppressed the urge to laugh wildly and no longer dared to continue teasing his prey and waste time. He quickly emerged from the shadows and walked towards Sharma's position!

In the middle of the street, Sharma felt the cold blade coming towards him. Before the fear completely crushed him, he suddenly roared: "How dare you, you despicable assassin, ah——!"

He roared, and a dazzling golden light shone on his body, forming a shining shield around him. He had already mastered the "Pious Shield" spell and could release it instantly at will, but in the past it was used to protect the holy elephants, but today it was used to protect himself!

"Big hammer, come!"

He shouted, and swung his large hands like a palm leaf fan in the air, forming a giant spiritual hammer nearly two meters in size.

Indeed, as the dark elf assassin had warned before, even though Sharma's abilities were all focused on auxiliary, it did not mean that he himself had no power to resist!

He controlled the giant hammer and roared as he smashed it towards the assassin behind him. But unfortunately, this clumsy and awkward action meant that his move could only scare the rookie, and he had no effect on the experienced elite!

The assassin simply slid and dodged the attack of his spirit hammer. He waved the dagger in front of Sharma, who forgot that he was wearing full body plate armor and retreated in fear.

This dodge immediately revealed more flaws. The assassin then leaped up, holding Sharma's head, and leaped behind the elephant man. He stretched out his fingers, pressed down the poisonous crossbow arrow that he had shot into Sharma's armor, and silently chanted the spell: "Inflict Wounds!"

The wounding technique can penetrate metal physical barriers and directly damage the enemy's internal organs. It is the best weapon to deal with iron cans!

"Well--!"

Sharma's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart. The magic of the dead spirit penetrated into his heart, and it almost stopped beating for a moment!

"roll!"

He roared, turned the giant hammer around, and smashed it towards the dark elf behind him. However, the assassin turned over deftly again, and the giant hammer hit Sharma himself hard!

"what--!"

Hit by the giant hammer, he staggered and vomited blood. The assassin turned over again and pressed his head.

, chant the wounding spell for the second time: "Inflict Wounds"

The power of the undead invaded his mind. Sharma, who had already been seriously injured by the poison, froze up. Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Even though his eyes were wide open with anger, he no longer had a chance to act!

At this point, Sharma, the most outstanding holy elephant master of the younger generation of the elephant people and the meritorious general who recaptured the port of Gendra, was officially declared dead!

Sharma's body fell heavily to the ground with a loud clang. The dark elf assassin jumped off him, exhaled a long breath, and felt extremely relieved.

Very good, without any major problems, the core objective was successfully completed.

Next, let’s see how many senior officials my colleagues at the Polo Command can kill.

This time when I return, Madam Kunsheer will probably give me a lot of rewards. Maybe even her favor...

Oh yeah, that Hawthorne just now seemed to be flying towards the headquarters. Hoho, I hope my colleagues can hold on and not get beaten too badly...

He thought with some gloating, put away his weapon and prepared to return.

But at this moment, in the darkness in the distance, there were black shadows moving rapidly and rushing towards this side, accompanied by rustling sounds.

The dark elf was not panicked at all. The familiar movement told him that it must be other dark elves coming.

He was too familiar with his fellow assassins to know that they must have already dealt with the people in the building and were now planning to come to support him.

Even though many people in that building are experienced, they came well prepared this time, with many poisonous creatures ready, which will surely kill them all easily.

However, my work has been completed and the mission has been completely accomplished.

The dark elf assassin was feeling very proud and was about to leave, but suddenly, his long pointed ears moved slightly, and something was wrong with his expression.

These people, their formation...

Also, where they were going...

He narrowed his eyes, pricked up his ears, and carefully identified the location of the group of people coming. His heart suddenly rose up and hung in his throat.

No, these people who came are not colleagues from the family!

It was someone from another family! There were also other dark elves who sent out assassins!

And their target... is me?!

In an instant, his heart was filled with coldness.

Am I being targeted too?

when?

No, how did they locate me? How did they know I was here?

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the blue figure that had just glided across the sky.

Is that the person who just flew over?

It’s not that he didn’t hear Sharma’s cry for help, but he didn’t plan to do it himself, but sent someone else instead?

The dark elf swallowed secretly, sensing with his ears the strange assassins gradually approaching him in the shadows of the surrounding streets.

Oh no, I’m afraid it’s going to be hard to leave tonight!

Chapter 748 Rescue

At the same time, on the other side, outside the building of the Borneo Army Headquarters.

Countless dark figures were circling and jumping here, sometimes clinging to the walls outside the building, and sometimes jumping onto the roofs of the bungalows around the building, like a group of ghosts dancing.

Their figures flew outside the building, pouring the prepared poison into window after window, hoping to force the people inside to come out quickly and fight them in the dark.

Their poisons are well prepared and of various types: the reason why the dark elves are so terrifying is that their creativity and cruelty in making and using poisons definitely play a very important role!

In the tribe of dark elves, the first lesson that almost every member has to learn since childhood is how to kill slaves with poison; and even the basic poisons that children use to practice killing are highly toxic and can easily kill an adult in human society!

Not to mention those advanced poisons, such as the highly toxic poison extracted from the bodies of carrion beetles. They are colorless and tasteless, and only need to be mixed with a little bit into the food. After tricking the target into eating it, it can quietly dissolve the target's stomach and small intestine, causing the target to die in unbearable pain!

For example, they specialize in hunting mushroom people, extracting all of their body fluids, mixing them with other drugs, and then baking them into powder. They only need a small bag the size of a palm to drop into a building and let it spread, and then everyone in the entire building will fall into a coma!

Of course, the most terrifying thing is the rarest and most expensive purple worm venom. Just a tiny amount of it, applied to the arrowhead of a crossbow, is enough to kill an adult elephant.

With this weapon, even the legendary strongmen and non-legendary dark elf assassins have the confidence to assassinate them!

Now, the poisonous fog they projected has gradually filled the building. The people in the building have very little mana left, but the toxins they prepared are still sufficient. Even if the enemy is wise enough not to come out of the building, these guys are already in the pocket of the dark elves!

But at this moment, a blue stream of light suddenly swooped down from the sky.

The figure was carrying a strong light produced by the light magic, which made the eyes of many dark elves lying in ambush there hurt and made them extremely uncomfortable.

Some assassins

He recognized the identity of the person coming and knew that he was Nigel Hawthorne, who had just exiled many giant bull demons with one sword on the front battlefield.

Knowing that this guy was also the key to deciding the outcome of this battle, and that he now appeared in the dark night with a strong light, like a living target, a dark elf assassin suddenly sneered in his heart.

You dare to be so high-profile in front of us? You are really looking for death!

As he thought about this, he quietly smeared a little bit of purple bug venom on his crossbow arrow, then raised his hand, aimed at Hawthorne in the sky, and fired -

whoosh-

The arrow flew through the air, and then there was a sound of it piercing into flesh and blood. Knowing that his arrow had hit the target, the dark elf was immediately very satisfied, and then he picked up his things and prepared to move temporarily.

This is the basic quality of an assassin. After launching an attack, regardless of whether you hit the enemy or not, you must immediately move to another position and never stay in the same place!

However, he then discovered that although Hawthorne in the sky was hit by his fatal arrow, he seemed to be fine. Instead, he turned around and swooped down towards him!

Instantly, the assassin was horrified, and he began to exert his strength, leaping from under a building to behind another bungalow, hoping to hide himself again in the shadows.

However, how could a person like him running on land be faster than someone flying in the sky? Hawthorne then swooped down, his double-headed sword spinning at high speed, catching up with him in the blink of an eye, and slashed out with a magical sword -

boom--

The terrifying magic power exploded, and the dark elf assassin's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting a wall across the street, and then fell down. His whole body was dented and cracked, and he was bleeding profusely. It was obvious that he was no longer alive.

However, Hawthorne was not careless. He went up and struck him with another sword, completely killing him. Then he returned to mid-air and continued to patrol around the building in an extremely high-profile manner.

A good hunter often appears as his prey. Obviously, these assassins who rely too much on poisons don't know that he is almost immune to poisons, and they are still planning to use poisoned arrows as weapons against him.

Then naturally, the only fate that awaits these dark elves is death!

He continued to fly in the air, making the dark elves afraid to attack. A few guys continued to try to shoot him with arrows, but these magical arrows coated with deadly poison, even though they could break through the protection of Hawthorne's shield, failed to cause him any fatal damage.

On the contrary, every time a dark elf took the initiative to attack, he would be targeted by Hawthorne, who would then chase him and kill him with a single sword.

The two sides began to pull each other. For a moment, even the dark elves who continued to poison the building did not dare to jump and poison, for fear of being arrested by him and then killed by a single sword.

Time passed by, and in the distance, the boiling voices of people approached rapidly. The staff in the building were not idle, and they had been sending messages to various forces on the battlefield and mobilizing manpower.

More reinforcements arrived, and realizing that the situation was not good, the remaining dark elves did not continue to stay here, but began to evacuate, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Only at this moment did Hawthorne breathe a sigh of relief. He followed the brightest light in the building and flew through the window into the temporary command center of the Kingdom of Boro.

As soon as he came in, he saw a huge sand table on the central table, but the ornaments on it had been blown all over the place and were in a mess, with no information worth using at all.

There was a huge map hanging on the surrounding walls, with lines drawn on it with black pencil, but now it was all turned a pale green by the poisonous fog and was extremely ugly.

In the rare open space in the room, the staff of different races all looked weak, with pale or green faces and sweat all over their foreheads. It was obvious that they had all been seriously poisoned.

The two elephant men and the two minotaurs were holding the sand table, their bodies swaying, causing the table to creak. One could feel pity for the table, which had to bear such heavy loads.

A blonde woman in a white robe was chanting spells to heal and detoxify others. A halo was faintly visible above her head, and she seemed to be an Asmo.

Another middle-aged male half-elf was casting a spell to remove the toxin residue on the ground. Several humans also fell to the ground, bleeding from wounds and purple in the face, and it seemed that they were completely beyond saving.

Looking at this extremely embarrassed group of people, Hawthorne said in a deep voice: "Everyone, I just saw outside that the Tauren guards will arrive soon. The dark elves have retreated. You are all safe now."

As soon as these words came out, the joy of surviving the disaster suddenly hit everyone's heart, and everyone began to breathe heavily: "Great, we are saved!"

"Thanks to you, Lord Hawthorne. Without you, I'm afraid we would all be dead here tonight."

"Thanks to you tonight, you saved the day three times..."

These people knew what to do at this time, and they did not hesitate to praise Huo Sang with exaggerated words. Huo Sang smiled, waved his hand slightly, and said modestly: "No, fighting against evil is my job."

"You are responsible for mobilizing these tens of thousands of troops. Your duties are much more important than mine. Otherwise, these damn dark elves would not have targeted you."

He then flattered the staff in the room, and everyone burst into laughter, creating a rare lively atmosphere.

At this time, a man wearing

The elderly elephant man in a long robe, who looked a little frail, looked up at Hawthorne and asked worriedly, "Did Earl Hawthorne notice General Sharma's movements when he was outside just now?"

Ok?

Hawthorne's expression changed, and he clasped his hands in front of him. He looked very obedient, and his words were very serious: "No, when I was flying in circles outside this building just now, my attention was always focused on the game with the dark elves, and I didn't notice the trace of General Sharma."

This is the truth. He did not notice Sharma when he was circling the building just now.

He heard the cry for help on his way here.

Chapter 749 Zora's Revenge

After explaining it in such a rigorous manner, Hawthorne then took the initiative to ask, "No, as the commander-in-chief of this battle, shouldn't General Sharma be here to command the battle with you? Is he not here?"

As he spoke, he looked around the room, this time with genuine surprise: "And General Wang Du, they're both not here?"

His eyes widened, his face full of confusion and innocence, as if to say, "Don't ask me about this kind of thing, you should know much more than me."

Hearing this, many of the staff members present looked embarrassed. Then, another elephant man stood up and said, "When the dark elves launched the attack, General Sharma... um... was worried that the holy elephants would be besieged by the demons and suffer heavy losses without a commander, so he ventured out to command the holy elephants."

He struggled to make excuses for Sharma, and the excuses he found were full of loopholes: "But it's obviously more dangerous outside, so we are very worried about him now."

"As for General Wang Du, he was ill and unable to command, so he didn't come here in the first place."

Hearing this, Hawthorne suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. General Sharma is willing to risk his life for the sake of the war. He is really great!"