Witch Monastery

After all, this is a "Soul Warlock", a noble profession that can only be awakened by creatures with the blood of true gods...

But even so, he still had to pretend. Hawthorne walked to little Lisa, picked her up, then took out his spell book and cast a healing spell on her.

Along with the milky white light, the bruises on the little girl that had just been hit by the bricks and stones healed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, there was no trace left. Her breathing also tended to be even, but she was still asleep and did not wake up.

Looking at her sweet sleeping face, Huo Sang couldn't help but feel emotional. No wonder Die asked him to come and rescue them personally.

Perhaps Cuibis had good intentions and didn't want her elder sister Celine to suffer and regret for causing this tragedy with her own hands after waking up. But Die must have seen through the girl's true situation with her vast knowledge!

She possesses the bloodline of a true God and is on the verge of awakening. Even tonight, under the stimulation of the crisis, she actually awakened directly!

Great, Soul Warlock...

This is a spiritual sorcerer!

Hawthorne couldn't help but sigh that in this game, there were a total of five T0-level professions, standing at the top of the entire game, their strength surpassed all other professions in the game, and they were far ahead of the T1-level professions.

Of these five professions, only two are pure spellcaster professions: one of them is the bard of the Academy of Arcanum, who can ignore professional restrictions and select eight additional spells from the spell tables of other professions.

And the other one is the Soul Warlock!

As a noble profession that can only be awakened by having divine blood flowing in the body, the soul sorcerer can not only use magic, but also use all the divine arts of the priest. Rounding it off is equivalent to having two professions at the same time, and upgrading one level is equivalent to upgrading others by two levels!

Although this profession is still subject to the relatively limited number of known spells, the coordination of different divine spells and magic spells can give full play to the advantage of the warlock's longer mana bar and instantly produce extremely amazing effects:

He can deal tons of AOE damage, as well as extremely high single-target burst;

He can buff teammates and remove enemy control spells;'

He can not only lead the entire team to fly around the battlefield, but also replenish his teammates' health bars after the battle...

The only thing that can limit the performance of the soul sorcerer is that the total amount of spells he can master is relatively small. But even so, the horror of the soul sorcerer

, is enough to stand out from the crowd!

What, you ask who the remaining three T0 professions are?

Well, they are the Paladin of Consecration who can fight, resist, heal, protect, and remove control; the Paladin of the Ancient Sage who can fight, resist, heal, control, and provide group spell resistance; and the Paladin of Vengeance who can fight, resist, heal, and kill anyone he points at, and has flexible mobility...

Paladins are so powerful that according to players, the weakest Paladin is at the level of T1. It is said that this profession will be strengthened in the next version, and the invincible Holy Slash, which was originally limited to melee combat, will be changed to be able to be used for long-range combat.

If the mage is the planner's biological son, then the paladin is undoubtedly the planner's biological father.

cough!

By the way, although little Lisa has recovered, Hawthorne does not intend to wake her up. He then raised his head and looked at Marlena, saying, "Madam, someone has died here. The forces behind these three kidnappers will definitely not let this go."

"For the safety of you and your daughter, would you like to follow me to the monastery for shelter? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nigel Hawthorne, the new priest of the Monastery of Life."

A spiritual sorcerer's seedling is so precious, Hawthorne doesn't want her to run away, he must protect her well!

Hearing this, Marlena's eyes lit up, and then she was moved. She nodded quickly and said, "Okay, thank you, kind priest!"

As she nodded continuously, her huge breasts shook violently even through her pajamas. Hawthorne managed to look away with great difficulty, lowered his head to look at the sleeping little Lisa, and said, "Please take a look and see if there is anything else you need to bring. After tonight, you two may never be able to come back to live here again."

Marlena nodded, pursed her lips, and suddenly looked up and said, "Father Hawthorne, I plan to give up my belief in the God of Justice and convert to the Goddess of Life. The same goes for little Lisa. I wonder if you can baptize us after tonight?"

As a noble, she knew the current situation of the Church of the Goddess of Life very well. Before, she had only respect for this group of idealists, but in real life, she did not want to be involved with them.

But now, her daughter's life was saved by the nuns of the Goddess of Life for free; her life was improved by the kindness of the elder nun Celine; even tonight, she was able to escape death thanks to the priest of the Goddess of Life who stepped forward...

She thought that she had no reason to stick to her old beliefs. She thought she knew what the other party wanted, so she thought that her and her daughter's conversion would be the greatest reward for the other party.

She had no idea that this monastery was actually just a disguise of the Church of the Goddess of Life, and the people inside knew nothing about doctrines, baptism, and such things!

Oh, maybe Die knows something, because of her vast knowledge...

In short, due to his lack of knowledge, he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed. Then, he coughed lightly and said without comment: "Let's talk about this later. Anyway, ma'am, go pack your things first, I'll wait for you here."

Although he still had plenty of energy, he was so nervous after a whole night that he really didn't want to move anymore. He just wanted to hold the little Loli and have a good rest.

On the other side, Marlena nodded slightly, without objection. She didn't have much to bring, just a few clothes, her savings, her blood certificate scroll, and a seal ring.

Even though she was hiding in this place under an assumed name, Malena still had a glimmer of hope in her heart: perhaps one day in the future, one of her brothers who had successfully escaped would return as a king and wash away the injustice done to the family. At that time, with these, she could live a noble life again...

But these are all things for the future. For now, she just packed her things in a hurry and followed Hawthorne back to the monastery.

At this point, everything has settled.

Mountain worshipper

Chapter 167 The Fullness of the Morning

In the rubble area, among the mountains.

The leader of the Mountain Riders tribe, Nidalee's father, the Archdruid Ilarod, was wearing a gorgeous robe woven from countless colorful bird feathers, leaning on a cane, standing on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the abyss below.

His face was serious and solemn, and he chanted solemn spells, guiding the energy of nature to soothe the creatures below, while purifying some huge evil.

Just with little success.

"Roar--!"

Suddenly, a slightly painful roar of a giant beast was heard from the abyss below, causing the great druid to frown.

He then raised his other hand and made a set of mysterious and complex gestures, chanting more and more rapidly. Dots of emerald green light fell into the abyss, continuing to soothe the roaring beast.

Finally, the roar slowed down, and the beast seemed to fall into a deep sleep again. Only then did the old druid breathe a sigh of relief, stop the spell, and then raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Then he turned his head, his green eyes looking at the mountains behind him, his brows furrowed, as if he was angry about something.

It's so unruly!

But... there is no other way.

Ever since the conquerors from the Sein Empire came, the elders who adhered to the ancient rules were almost wiped out, and some long and ancient traditions were even cut off.

When those white-haired imperial men left, the new generation of tribal leaders that grew up in the mountains lacked discipline and restraint, so they became more and more daring and lawless, and even dared to touch the power of the devil...

If not for this, the earth dragon, the sacred beast worshipped by the Mountain Worshipers tribe, would not have suffered so much.

He thought so in his heart, and then sighed softly.

If Nidalee cannot retrieve the fragment of the holy sword, then they will have to form an alliance with the Tauren of the High Mountain Tribe first. Otherwise, they will not be able to exile the Abyss Lord who caused all these evil consequences...

As Ilarod was thinking, a bird with colorful feathers landed on his shoulder. After listening to the information it told with natural magic, the Archdruid nodded slightly, said "I understand", and then turned around and took his feet.

Accompanied by a gust of breeze, he moved quickly among the weeds on the hillside as if he was flying. In a short while, he returned to the tribal camp.

It was called a camp, but in fact it was just a flat open space surrounded by a fence, with a few round houses built with thatch and a few arrow towers inside.

The defense of this camp is not strong, but it is hidden. Except for its own people, no one else knows its true location.

Ilarod walked quickly into the largest house in the center of the camp, where his distinguished guest, Toren Gaoling, the heir of the Gaoling tribe, had been waiting for a long time.

Although the Tauren are also humanoid creatures, they have the head of a cow and two thick long legs with reverse joints. Because they live in the plateau, the Tauren of the Gaoling tribe are more similar to yaks, with extremely dense and shiny black hair, just like a black coat, which is both warm and beautiful.

Seeing Ilarod coming, Torun Gaoling quickly stood up and bowed his head slightly to express his respect: "You are here, Archdruid!"

As soon as he stood up, the height difference between humans and minotaurs was exposed. Torun, who had already grown up this year, was over two meters tall, and with the majestic horns on his head, he could almost reach the beams of the room.

He weighs nearly 300 kilograms, but has no fat at all. The two strong pectoral muscles on his chest look like rocks carefully carved with a chisel, emitting a power that shocks the eyes.

Looking at this tall and mighty minotaur, Ilarod's eyes became more and more satisfied. He knew very well that Toren not only had noble blood, but he himself was also very promising at a young age. His profession was that of a barbarian who had embarked on the path of his ancestors, and he was of a high level and possessed amazing strength.

He really wanted to recruit him as his son-in-law to promote a deeper alliance between the two tribes, but unfortunately Nidalee was unwilling, so this matter has always been a thorn in his side.

"No need to be polite, just sit down."

Ilarod said, and after the two of them sat back on their stools, he continued to ask, "What do you think about joining forces to fight against those corrupt demon worshippers?"

Hearing this, Toren nodded: "Father said that we should treat the devil's affairs as our top priority, so he also advocates unity and strive to purify the mountain people before this winter."

"Very good." Ilarod nodded, feeling relieved. "With our two families taking the lead, we don't have to worry about other tribes not following suit."

Toren's bull face also showed a smile and nodded, and then his expression became extremely worried: "Also, Archdruid, I wonder if Nidalee..."

Upon hearing this, Ilarod gave a bitter smile and said, "She lost the fragment of the holy sword that should have been a sure thing, and now she has sneaked into Libel Harbor, preparing to take it back."

As he said this, looking at the majestic minotaur in front of him, thinking about the power behind him, and the great things that could be accomplished after the two families joined forces, he suddenly felt that it was necessary to make some small sacrifices.

"Don't worry." He then said, "When she comes back this time, I will convince her, and then gather the strength of all the tribes to hold a grand wedding for you."

When asked, Toren immediately looked delighted: "Thank you, Archdruid!"

……

In the monastery.

Last night's fight was too tiring. After all, after rescuing Malena and her daughter, Hawthorne still had to clear out a piece of land in the monastery and build a new dormitory to accommodate them.

So today, he slept until noon, before he finally got rid of all his fatigue and woke up slowly.

When he opened his eyes, what caught his eye was not only the ceiling of his dormitory, but also Celine's smiling face staring at him.

She had already woken up, after all, she was strong and went to bed earlier. At this moment, she was looking down at her, her long beige hair naturally slanting down, and her yellow-green eyes contained endless tenderness, just like a loving mother looking down at her baby, full of unrequited love.

"Good morning, master." Seeing him wake up, the great witch opened her red lips and spoke softly.

"Good morning, Celine." Hawthorne turned his head slightly and saw that she was now neatly dressed and had put on her luxurious white nun's robe again.

Looking at the proud pair of breasts on her chest, he was too lazy to think about anything else and dived into her chest.

Chapter 168 Lord of the Abyss

Celine smiled and took the initiative to unbutton her nun's robe, revealing her full and snow-white breasts. She then took the initiative to hug his body and hold him against her chest.

"Woo——"

Burying his face completely in Celine's full and soft chest, Hawthorne had never felt so satisfied and secure. Celine was taller than him and fully developed in all aspects, so at this moment, she could hold his entire body in her arms, use her broad chest to accommodate all his desires, and then let him rage and vent on her chest.

Until Hawthorne took a bud from her breast into his mouth.

"Um……"

Celine snorted softly, and the wonderful taste from her chest came to her mind, and she gradually felt it. Hawthorne's mouth was wantonly ravaging her sensitive chest, sucking slightly, stimulating her sensitive nerves, making her, who was still inexperienced, unable to resist immediately, and began to feel a little wet.

"Owner……"

She called out softly, her voice seemed to be begging for mercy, but also seemed to be asking for it. But she didn't know that Hawthorne, who was sucking her breasts, only felt regret at the moment.

Alas, as expected, no matter how full the witch's breasts are, there is no milk inside...

His mind was still lingering with the scent of frankincense he smelled last night, but he couldn't enjoy this wonderful feeling with Shilin at this time. Putting this little regret in his heart, Hawthorne stood up, untied all her clothes, and then pressed her under him.

After the lovemaking, Celine, with a flushed face, dragged her weak and exhausted body, naked, to help Hawthorne get up. She put on his clothes one by one, and soon, he turned back into the well-dressed and serious-looking priest.

Except for his hair and eyebrows being burned off, he looked no different now. However, even though it would take some time for his hair to grow back, after he put on the priest's black hat, if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't see much change.

Hawthorne himself didn't mind this minor loss of image, but looking at his lost eyebrows, Celine frowned slightly, and then her voice couldn't help but carry some apology: "I'm sorry, Master, I..."

Knowing what the witch wanted to say, Hawthorne immediately stretched out his fingers and blocked her lips: "It's okay, I don't mind. After all, judging from the final result, we are all safe, right?"

Every witch had to apologize after regaining consciousness. He was too familiar with this process, so he skipped it and went straight to the end.

Not wanting to dwell on this topic any further, Hawthorne, who was dressed, then helped her put on her underwear while asking, "By the way, now that you've been purified, can you still use the chaos energy you had before?"

Xilin nodded gently: "Yes, this does not affect it. The deal has been concluded, and this ability already belongs to me."

As she said this, she raised her hands and looked at her palms: "Or rather, I can use that power more stably now."

"That's good." Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief, and then helped her put on her white shoes and socks. Celine was very content to be served by him, and at the same time reported her own situation: "I have now obtained the power bestowed by the master, so according to the challenge level classification table given by the human adventurer's union, it should be level 16... about right, yeah."

The blessing here refers to the fact that after the monastery is upgraded to level 2, the power of every witch purified by Hawthorne will be enhanced. Normally, Celine's challenge level should be level 13, which means that according to the advice of the so-called "experienced adventurers" in the Adventurer's Guild, a level 13, well-configured four-person adventurer team can capture her before running out of means.

And now, it must be a team of adventurers of level 16.

Although she is only an eleventh-level spellcaster who has mastered only six-ring spells, the witch's complex characteristics, strong vitality and huge mana bar make her as difficult to defeat as some nine-ring spellcasters.

It should be noted that the challenge level of the great wizards who have mastered the nine-ring spell is generally only level 12, which shows how strong Celine is.

If she hadn't been courting death this time and hadn't been so bold as to get her hands on the chaos energy, Hawthorne wouldn't have been sure of defeating her in a normal fight.

However, after hearing what she said, his expression suddenly became complicated: "Let's not talk about that challenge level... That thing is so empty, it's not worth referring to."

The combat effectiveness of different professions is completely different. The combat effectiveness of a rich person is completely different from that of a poor person. The combat effectiveness of those who know how to optimize the combat effectiveness construction and those who don’t - like Nidalee - are also completely different.

So this table is just for reference; it doesn’t really have much reference value.

Having said this, Hawthorne stood up, took Celine's arm, and prepared to walk out. In response, the latter's expression was also a little helpless: "Overall, it is still accurate. At least it can be used as a reference."

Hawthorne said no more and just sighed. In the monster encyclopedia provided by the Adventurer's Guild, each enemy had a challenge level marked on it, but in his opinion, the level before level 5 was fine, but after level 5, it was ridiculously weak.

Celine said that she was now challenging level sixteen, but in fact, with a slight optimization of the combat effectiveness, a team of adventurers at level seven could easily win.

It's just that most of the indigenous adventurers of this era don't know how to optimize the combat effectiveness of their professions - otherwise Nidalee wouldn't be able to do something like being a part-time hunter for Earth Druid.

Celine naturally didn't understand this, so