Witch Monastery

This was his original plan, however, things seemed a little off as soon as the battle started.

"Report to the general, the undead creatures have launched an attack, but according to intelligence from the front line, General Sharma has set up many fortifications at the port and has firmly blocked the first wave of attacks from the undead creatures and demons."

Outside the military tent, a Centaur rumbled over, knelt on one knee at the door of the tent, and shouted loudly.

As he spoke, he reached out and opened a scroll, on which was a simple pencil sketch of the coastal defense line and the simple shape of the fortifications.

Inside the military tent, the tall Sharma walked to the door, saw what was on the picture clearly, and opened his mouth: "Ah... Oh, that was the deployment I made before. I didn't expect Sharma to copy it directly."

Inside the room, several staff members looked at each other and said, "This is a good thing. If General Sharma couldn't hold on from the beginning, it would be a disaster."

Wang Du nodded, turned to the Centaur and said, "Well, I'll report back if you explore further!"

The centaur turned and left. Wang Du returned to his seat, picked up his favorite white jade teacup, and drank tea one cup after another.

The staff were all anxious and continued to wait. After a long time, the sound of horse hooves and the familiar voice came from outside again: "Report!"

Wang Du quickly sat up from his chair and walked to the door: "What's going on?"

"Report to the general, several giant bull demons appeared in the sea just now and have launched an attack." The centaur lowered his head and reported, "But General Sharma sent out the holy elephants. Not only did they withstand the attack, they also crushed many small demons. No one can defeat them!"

Wang Du opened his mouth, but then nodded: "Well, this is also normal. The royal capital did have twelve strong and mature holy elephants to support it. With these powers, it is reasonable for Sharma to repel the attack of the giant bull demon."

"Probe again, report again!"

The centaur responded and turned to leave. Wang Du looked worried and raised his head to look into the distance. Behind him, his staff could no longer bear the anxiety in their hearts and began to whisper to each other: "This is a good thing, it is good for us! We have to deal with the most critical and shining Balor Flame Demon. These enemies still have to be dealt with by Sharma!"

"That's right. I have the advantage. Don't be anxious. Wait a little longer!"

They were whispering to each other, but there was still anxiety in the military tent. Everyone was afraid that Sharma would have a smooth journey and really repel the enemy.

The moon slowly moves westward, time passes by minute by minute, and the tense and depressed emotions almost drive people crazy.

Finally, more than half an hour later, the sound of Centaur hooves could be heard again outside: "Report - General, the Balrog Balrogs are coming, there are four of them! The Holy Elephants have no way to deal with them, the Balrogs are wreaking havoc, no one can stop them!"

The battle situation suddenly fell into a disadvantage, but everyone in the room suddenly burst into joy.

Encouragement: "Finally here, Balor!"

"Let's go and show them how powerful we are!"

"Go destroy the Fire Demon!"

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Everyone cheered, and Wang Du's face was also full of joy. He nodded slightly to his subordinates and said, "Now is the opportunity we have been waiting for, to turn the tide!"

"Let's go, everyone. We will be the heroes who save this city!"

When he said this, everyone was excited. They took their equipment and magic weapons and told their elite warriors to line up and prepare for the battle.

However, before this aggressive group of people could leave the camp, another centaur suddenly galloped over with the sound of rumbling hooves: "Report, General, the Balrog and the Giant Bull have been destroyed by Earl Nigel Hawthorne!"

They naturally couldn't just send out one scout, otherwise if that one scout was eliminated, wouldn't they lose their eyes and ears? Wang Du sent out several scouts at once, just to be able to report in time if the situation changed, so that they could react.

But this change was not what he wanted.

Instantly, the entire camp fell silent. Wang Du's body seemed to be petrified. He twisted his neck in disbelief and looked at his messenger in front of him: "You...what did you say?"

The messenger hurriedly said, "Just now, Earl Hawthorne personally took action and banished all the giant bull demons back to their lair with one sword each."

"Then, he used himself as bait to lure most of the Balor Flame Demons away from the front battlefield and to the open space on the side edge, and finally destroyed them all!"

The camp was completely silent. After a moment, an orc rushed up, grabbed the sentry by the collar, and shouted, "Impossible! No matter how strong Huo Sang is, he is only one person. How could he destroy so many powerful demons by himself in such a short time!"

The sentry was timid and his voice was trembling: "But, this is indeed what the scouts at the front saw with their own eyes..."

At the back, the half-wood elf necromancer, Berian, sighed and explained, "This can indeed be done. After all, the purpose of inviting the gold elf wizards here is not to engage in a direct battle with the Balor Fire Demons, but to exile them back to their lair, right?"

As a wizard, although he specialized in necromancy, it did not mean that Belian knew nothing about spells related to summoning and exiling demons.

After all, which wizard hasn't fantasized about summoning a cute and lovely succubus to be his personal pet? However, on the surface, everyone generally has to remain serious and has to express condemnation of such behavior.

But because of this, Berian knew very well that although Hawthorne's behavior seemed like a feat, it was actually not very difficult to do for some spellcasters who had specialized in it.

Next to him, a group of gold elves looked at the half-wood elf with approval. These gold elves were extremely arrogant. When communicating with Wang Du, they only said that they had ways to deal with those Balor Flame Demons, but did not say what they were.

They didn't expect these bumpkins to understand the profound magic, but now that they saw that there were actually people who understood it, they couldn't help but express their appreciation.

In front, Wang Du's face turned pale when he understood the result. His lips pursed and his throat moved. After waiting for a long time, he finally sighed, "As expected of Father Hawthorne, he has definitely studied how to restrain these demons."

"He probably didn't fully display his strength before, but what we see now is his true strength!"

He boasted like this, and suddenly, even though everyone felt a chill in their hearts, they had to accept this reality.

They prepared so much, but it was all completely useless.

Wang Du's body was swaying, as if he was a little dizzy: "Good, this is good. With such powerful assistance from Father Hawthorne, our victory is within our grasp, haha..."

He said this, but the more he spoke, the more silent his staff became.

If tonight's battle ended so easily and Sharma easily overcame the crisis by himself, wouldn't it make them look like a group of clowns?

Chapter 752 The group is destroyed

Everyone returned to the tent in silence, and the atmosphere seemed to be reaching a freezing point. Despair enveloped everyone's heart, and some even began to whisper that it would be better to go to Sharma as soon as possible...

Seeing that the team was about to be disbanded, Wang Du was filled with despair. He sat at the door of the tent, looking into the distance with sorrow, praying that fate would bring some turn for the better.

It was past midnight, and in the distance, another centaur was galloping over. It was a routine report from the scouts, but Wang Du still did not give up and asked, "What's going on now?"

"General, the situation on the front line is very good now. The holy elephants are charging back and forth, trampling those powerful demons. No one can defeat them." The centaur knelt in front of him and replied, "Orcus has not made any new moves for a long time. It is estimated that it has run out of tricks. At this rate, victory will definitely belong to us!"

Wang Du couldn't help but hold his forehead and let out a long sigh.

As expected, I lost, and I lost miserably...

How could Hawthorne be so powerful? Alas, fate is on Sharma's side...

His heart was filled with sorrow, because he could already foresee that after tonight, his team would be disbanded and go their separate ways.

If Sharma loses everything, he will become a hero of the country, and he will become a lonely man, a mascot, a laughing stock in the country...

"Report——!"

Suddenly, the sound of the sentry came from outside again. Wang Du suddenly became furious, stood up from his chair, and roared: "Report, report, report, what else are you reporting!"

"It's over, it's over! The battle tonight has been settled, and all our plans have been ruined! What's the point of reporting it!"

He roared in extreme anger, grabbed his favorite jade teacup on the wooden table, and threw it to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

The sentry swallowed his saliva and looked at Wang Du's furious expression in fear. He trembled with fear, but still took a deep breath and told the new situation: "Reporting to the general, General Sharma was assassinated by the dark elf assassin, and now... his soul has returned to the arms of the elephant god!"

"Just now, after discussion, all the generals agreed that only you can personally step forward and take charge of the situation to turn the tide!"

Suddenly, Wang Du was stunned: "Wait, what did you say?"

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Outside the city of Gendra Port, near the entrance of a cave, eight dark elves from the Baenre family gathered and whispered.

This is the nearest passage to the Underdark near the city of Gendra Port, and it is also the secret evacuation point planned by these assassins.

But at the same time, the Harlan family also set their sights on this place. After all, there are only a few stable passages between the surface and the dark area, and with a little process of elimination, they can lock the range here.

At this moment, the six assassins who were mainly responsible for the mission had just arrived here, and two people were here to support them. A total of eight people gathered here, but even so, the atmosphere among them was still very tense.

They discussed quietly, but under the tense atmosphere, they could not reach a unified conclusion for a long time:

"We are going to evacuate? Go back to Menzoberranzan?"

"No, we have not yet determined whether the main mission objectives have been achieved."

"The mission has been declared a failure. We suffered heavy losses. Seven brothers died in this mission."

"I disagree. At least wait for Carrick to send a message. He went after Sharma. Whether he succeeded or not, we should wait for a reply from him."

"There's been no news from him yet. Why don't we send him a message to confirm his status?"

"It's feasible. By the Spider Queen's grace, I hope the elephant man has successfully died..."

"I'll try. I hope I won't disturb his fight."

The group started to act, and time continued to pass by.

"Carrick didn't reply." After a long while, a dark elf took the initiative to speak, "In the worst case, he has already met with an accident. Everyone, do we still need to stay and confirm the target's status?"

He said this to try to get everyone's opinions. After all, in the battle just now, their captain had been killed by Huo Sang, so at this moment, they could only use discussion to try to come to a conclusion.

"Let's go back and check Sharma's condition." After a long while, a dark elf sighed, "At the very least, we need to know whether this mission was a success or a failure before we can go back and report back."

The group of people were planning this, but they didn't know that their decision at this moment was actually a death sentence for their own fate!

The dark elf assassins quietly returned along the same route, walking slowly in the wilderness. However, at this moment, a blue stream of light streaked across the sky from the edge of the horizon and headed straight for them.

Recognizing the identity of the stream of light, the elves' faces suddenly changed: "It's Hawthorne! That guy is here again!"

"Disperse and hide!"

The dark elves dispersed immediately as if they had seen a ghost, trying to hide behind the trees and bushes in the wild.

However, all this could only bring them temporary safety. Hawthorne was like an eagle, while these dark elves were like a group of chicks without shelter, hiding in the bushes and trembling!

Is this the nth time Hawthorne has used Tasha's Transcendental Form tonight? The eighth? The ninth? The tenth?

He didn't know, he had never counted such things. His mind was always focused on the high-intensity battle, and he had no time to count such unimportant things.

However, it is undeniable that the extraordinary state that should have lasted only two minutes a day has now lasted for dozens of minutes, or even several hours without interruption. This has brought endless despair to his enemies!

The Witch's Night allowed Hawthorne to realize in advance how powerful legendary spellcasters can be!

whoosh-

The dark elves who stayed in the evacuation passage were unaware of Hawthorne's strength. After hiding in the bushes, they still tried to launch an attack.

A magic arrow shot out from the air, and Hawthorne subconsciously chanted the spell of shield. The sharp arrow still pierced through his protection, but when it pierced through Hawthorne's clothes and pierced his skin, the pain it brought was not even as painful as being pierced by a toothpick!

That was clearly a fatal blow that the dark elf assassin was proud of, but the pain it brought was not even enough to make Hawthorne frown.

He then turned his head and looked in the direction where the crossbow arrow came from. His sharp eyes accurately caught the

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Their fighting ability was not as good as before, but after all, they had fought for the entire first half of the night, and their physical strength was already on the verge of exhaustion. They urgently needed to go back and rest. For a while, the impact of losing Sharma on the fighting power of the Brahma army was not that great.

Even though Ocus was not giving up and summoned several giant bull demons and a Balor Flame Demon to try to launch a final attack, at this time, the golden elf wizards that Wang Du had hired with a large sum of money finally had the opportunity to display their talents.

Even if they are unwilling to get close to the battlefield, they can use the super magic specialty "long-range spells" to exile the giant bull demons on the front line from a very long distance.

As for the Balrog, even though it also had the ability to cast spells and teleport, it could not withstand the successive exiles of more than a dozen wizards. In the end, it was sucked into the black hole and sent back to its home in the bottomless abyss.

At this point, Ocas' offensive was completely declared a failure.

As the sun in the east gradually rose from the sea level, the chaotic flow of magic power in the entire world gradually stabilized. The two moons in the sky gradually moved away from each other, and the barrier of the world became thick and stable again.

The tides of demons and undead creatures have either been completely destroyed or retreated back into the sea, waiting for the next attack from their masters.

But that's all in the future.

The long witch night finally came to an end. With the joint efforts of many forces, Ocus finally returned empty-handed. The ruined city was successfully defended by the brave warriors of the Borneo Kingdom. The joy of victory should belong to everyone here.

The soldiers were celebrating and shouting, but the tired Anno and others did not join in the celebration. Instead, they returned to the rear and waited for Hawthorne to come back.

Even though she was very tired, An Nuo did not go back to her room to rest immediately. She was worried about Hawthorne's condition, and at the same time, she was also wary of the new uninvited guest in the team.

Hanne Harlan.

Although Celine, Kassa and others had guaranteed this dark elf, Annuo still had some distrust towards her.

From various materials and records, she developed a stereotype that the dark elves were extremely good at disguising themselves, pretending to be exceptions among the group, or kind individuals who did not believe in the Spider Queen, in order to deceive the trust of the people on the surface.

Until the last and most critical moment, they will suddenly tear off their disguises, mocking the naivety of the people on the surface while revealing their true faces and their hideous and ruthless fangs.

Influenced by this stereotype, Annuo was extremely alert at this moment.

Obviously, Hanni could sense her rejection. She also knew Anno's position in the team, so she did not confront her directly. Instead, she behaved very well, looking into the distance frequently, and asked with concern from the bottom of her heart: "Oh, why hasn't Father Hawthorne come back yet..."

This was her real worry deep in her heart, but it was not for Hawthorne, but for her mother who had little experience in dealing with fraud...

Her emotions were real, but to Annuo, who had a filter in his eyes, all of this seemed like a fake performance.

Oh, hypocrisy and affectation!

An Nuo snorted in his heart, but pretended to be calm on his face: "Maybe he was delayed by some trivial matter, but with his strength, he will definitely be safe."

Hanni nodded: "I believe that he will be fine with his ability. I'm just afraid..."

The bad premonition just now came to her mind again, and she couldn't help but look worried.