Witch Monastery

Is he really on the evil side?

Perhaps, he really has the ability to help us. After all, those terrible witches now all listen to him...

But if this is really the case, then what is the point of my persistence these days?

Did I actually do something stupid?

She didn't know that after the happiness, all that remained in her heart was endless confusion and emptiness.

Chapter 189 Trash Island

Souter Island is an island located in a strait southwest of Port Liber. Because of the ocean currents, garbage left at sea, such as broken wooden boxes, bones from leftover food, etc., are often washed onto this island by the waves, so it is also nicknamed "Garbage Island".

However, it should be noted that what is floating on the sea is not only various kinds of garbage, but also the bodies of various sailors who were brutally killed. The remains of these dead will also drift here along the ocean current. After a long time, this island can now be said to be full of dead souls.

And Hawthorne was aiming at these undead spirits.

Hawthorne, Heidi and Celine were sitting side by side at the bow of a small wooden boat that was about five meters wide at its widest point, about ten meters long in total, and had a two-meter-high cabin in the middle, and were on their way.

Heidi used magic to control the waves and push their boat forward. This was her strength, after all, the ocean was her home turf. Her speed in the water might even be faster than when she was flying in the sky.

Celine stared into the distance, her beautiful eyes sparkling with magical light. The sea was unobstructed, without any obstacles or obstructions, so she was good at manipulating light and could easily see the scene dozens of miles away.

Thanks to this, they can easily identify the terrain, avoid getting lost, and avoid most dangers.

And as for Hawthorne?

He sat between the two girls, like an idler, hugging two plump nuns, admiring the sea view in the distance, while putting his sinful hands under their clothes, deliberately messing with them.

There was no way. His abilities were limited, and he really couldn't help much in this situation.

The boat broke through the waves and sped forward steadily, making Hawthorne feel as if he was riding a yacht. However, even so, its speed was quite limited.

The sun gradually moved southwards, and it was noon. Hawthorne took out dry food from the cabin behind him and was about to eat when he heard Celine suddenly say, "I saw the location of the island that the master mentioned!"

Hawthorne's expression changed, and he continued, "Then stop, let's finish lunch first, and then go and destroy the undead!"

If you think about it, you can imagine the smell of so much garbage on the island. He didn't want to kill those undeads when he was almost vomiting from the smoke and couldn't eat anything with an empty stomach.

Heidi stopped her magic after hearing that, and the two witches began to serve him lunch. After he finished eating, he lay on Celine's lap and rested for a while, waiting for him to digest it enough so that he would not vomit, and then let Heidi continue to move forward.

We walked like this for another half an hour.

In the distance, a sour smell of rotting garbage blew in the face along with the salty and wet sea breeze. Hawthorne couldn't help but frowned, then took out a white cotton mask from the backpack behind him and put it on his mouth.

He knew that Souter Island was approaching.

This time, with the lesson learned last time in Zenis's castle, he prepared some masks in advance to block out the disgusting smells so that he would not be nauseated by the stench and his fighting ability would not be greatly reduced.

On the side, Heidi wrinkled her pretty nose, and then said pitifully: "Master, can you give me a mask too? It's really smelly here..."

"No problem." Hawthorne said, and took out another mask from behind and handed it to her. But when his hand was halfway out, he was suddenly stunned: "Wait, Heidi, do you have a sense of smell now?"

Celine also turned her head and looked at the witch with a little surprise. She knew that Heidi had not created a sense of smell and taste for herself.

Because in the past, although the Deep Sea Witch liked to use illusions to play with the captives to the point of extreme pleasure and then eat their souls, she did not like the smell of human flesh and secretions when they were in that state.

She thought it was too dirty and disgusting, so she gave up her sense of smell. Unexpectedly, she has now restored it.

"Yeah." Heidi nodded shyly, then leaned her head against him. "I heard little Lisa say that the master smelled good the other day, and then I realized that I had never smelled it before."

"So, I found a way to create a sense of smell and taste for myself. Although it's not very sensitive now, I think I should have no problem living a normal life."

As she said this, she opened her arms, hugged Hawthorne's body, and put her nose close to his neck and hair. She closed her eyes and sniffed: "She is right, the master smells really good."

Her actions were almost like a spoiled child, and seemed to be asserting her sovereignty, deliberately performing for Celine to see. Hawthorne couldn't help but feel happy, hugged her with his backhand, and helped her put on the mask, saying: "This is a good thing, although there may be many inconveniences, but overall

That’s a good thing.”

On the other side, the tall Celine looked at two people who were shorter than her hugging each other, with a satisfied smile on her face, as if she was not jealous at all, but was very happy with their close relationship.

After this episode, Heidi continued to control the boat forward. There were many reefs around the island, and the beaches around it and in the distance were full of garbage, making it impossible to land. They searched for more than half an hour and circled the island almost completely before they barely found a beach where they could land, let the boat run aground, and then walked onto the island.

There is a sloping hillside in the center of the island, dividing the entire island into two parts, the southeast and the northwest. It is called a garbage island, but in fact only the southeast side of the island is covered with a lot of garbage, and the northwest side is actually clean.

However, he dared not go to the northwest, so he could only look for prey in these smelly places.

Even with the mask blocking the way, the stench here still made Hawthorne feel strongly uncomfortable. He didn't want to stay here any longer, so he urged: "Let's start as planned!"

Following behind her, Celine nodded slightly. Just now when she was on the sea, she had already seen traces of several wandering skeletons. So at this moment, she raised her hand and created a string of magical lights next to those skeletons.

Immediately, the skeletons were attracted and followed the light, staggering towards this side.

As they approached, Hawthorne saw their faces clearly, and his heartbeat accelerated. Although he had seen zombies before, and even killed a terrifying abomination, this was still the first time he saw a skeleton in reality.

It's like even if you've seen rhinos and elephants, you'll still be excited when you see a red panda for the first time.

Looking at those staggering skeletons and the ghostly fire burning in their eye sockets, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster.

It's time to get to work.

Without any fear, he cast the spell "Long Stride" on himself, then stepped forward, dodging the slap of a skeleton's claws, and then stepped forward to grab one of its bones: "Purification!"

hum-

A milky white purifying light lit up, and the will-o'-the-wisp in the skeleton's mind was extinguished instantly. Without the support of the power of the dead, its body was nothing but some dry bones, which immediately fell apart to the ground, posing no threat at all.

Hawthorne then quickly called up the system, looked at the newly received 25 evolution points, curled his lips, and felt that this was really a bargain.

Not even half the number of zombies.

Forget it, don't worry about it. There are so many undead on this island. If everything goes well, I should be able to get several thousand or even more than ten thousand evolution points on this island!

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but become ambitious.

Ok, let’s get started!

Chapter 190 The body has become his shape...

In the dungeon.

Nidalee lay on the bed, stroking her small but firm breasts with one hand, and reaching the other hand deep into the quilt, gently teasing the mysterious area between her thighs.

"Um……"

She closed her eyes and moved her fingers continuously, and when her passion reached its peak, she couldn't help but let out a series of pleasant gasps from her nose.

This was her daily compulsory course. After all, the erotic dreams that would come every night would make her burn with lust and unable to stop. As a girl, she was not like a man who would lose something worth ten times her health, so she could do it as many times as she wanted.

Until the desire is satisfied and the flame is extinguished by external forces.

But today...

After a long time, Nidalee slowly opened her eyes and pulled her fingers out from her lower body. Looking at the crystal liquid on her fingertips, her eyes were filled with confusion and emptiness.

Although I can still feel a little bit of happiness, I can't be satisfied at all...

After just being invaded by his fingers just once, her body was no longer able to get comfort from his own fingers.

So sad……

Nidalee bit her lip. Besides darkness and loneliness, there was now one more thing tormenting her: the desire for pleasure between men and women.

Under multiple tortures, a new thought inevitably arose in her mind: If I had told him the secret about the earth dragon yesterday, would he not have left?

She didn't know, but the thought lingered in Nidalee's mind and couldn't be shaken off.

I miss him so much, when will he come back?

She wailed in her heart, but unfortunately, Hawthorne would not be able to come today no matter what.

There were footsteps on the dungeon stairs. Nidalee looked up and saw a familiar tall and slender figure walking down the stairs, swaying her charming slender waist. It was none other than Tribis, whom Nidalee knew.

Looking at the mocking smile on the nun's face, Nidalee closed her eyes resigned to her fate. She knew that she would suffer today.

……

hum-

The purifying white light lit up and then went out. This was the umpteenth skeleton that Hawthorne had purified. He had to shout "purify" every time he used his ability. Hawthorne felt that his voice was about to become hoarse. He decided that after returning this time, he must find something like honey to moisten his throat and take good care of his throat.

voice.

Fortunately, the harvest from this trip was quite rich. At least, his purification points balance had increased to 20,000 points.

For this reason alone, the trip is worthwhile.

However, the days of gaining a large number of purification points just by sitting there are probably coming to an end.

After all, the real world is not like a game. On this deserted island exposed to wind and rain all day long, the skeletons' bones can easily be weathered and broken.

Without the protection of their bodies, the fire of their souls would quickly dissipate, so in reality, there were not that many undead wandering around here.

There are probably only about seven or eight hundred of them, and they can provide nearly 20,000 purification points, which is already a very considerable reward.

On the other side of the mountain, those large undead lying in the tombs, sleeping quietly, although one of them can be equivalent to the purification points given by hundreds of skeletons, it is impossible for those guys to wake up alone.

If they wake up, they will wake up together, and when they wake up, there will be a huge tide of undead, and Hawthorne would never dare to provoke them.

Forget it, let’s go.

Seeing Celine frowning beautifully, her sight seemed to pass over the high mountain in the center of the island, looking at the skeletons wandering on the other side of the mountain, eager to try, Hawthorne said loudly: "Heidi, Celine, let's leave, no more brushing, let's go home!"

Celine looked away, with a slightly regretful expression. Heidi didn't say much, and the three of them returned to the stranded boat on the beach, ready to return.

He has spent two days on this island, and today is the morning of the third day. In the past few days, the cabin of this small boat has become his temporary residence, where he eats, rests, sleeps, and relaxes himself.

I have to say that having fun on such a small boat, with the swaying of the boat and the crashing of the waves, is really a different experience.

But now, it's all over.

The three of them sat at the bow, and Heidi then controlled the waves, pushing the boat away quickly. Staring at the mountaintop that was getting farther and farther away, Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief. This trip's plan could be considered a complete success.

"Master, what is behind that hill?"

Heidi, who was controlling the water, suddenly spoke, multitasking. In front of Celine, she held his hand, then pressed her whole body against him, her towering breasts pressing against his arm, and asked in a tender voice with a curious gleam in her eyes.

Celine saw all of this, but her expression remained the same, she said nothing, her yellow-green eyes still sparkling with curiosity, quietly waiting for Hawthorne's answer.

"That place..." Hawthorne said with emotion as he glanced at the mountaintop that was getting farther and farther away. "It's the final resting place of a fallen anti-paladin and his subordinates who also fell into the state of death knights."

Paladin is a noble profession that can only be obtained by warriors who are determined to fight for justice and swear an oath to the whole world.

Once they break their oath, the paladins will lose all the power granted by the world and bear terrible shackles. Unless they can get the guidance of the gods they believe in, atone for their sins, and swear again, they can be accepted by the order again.

This was the rule that the gods of order had jointly set back then. However, just as the material world created by the gods was not perfect, there would still be witches and other evil creatures that were created due to loopholes in the rules of the world itself. The rules of the oath they had set actually also had loopholes.

The specific operation of this loophole is very complicated, and it also requires the assistance of demons or necromancers. But in short, once the loophole is successfully drilled, it will become an anti-paladin who can associate with demons and undead creatures, indulge in evil at will, but is also extremely powerful.

Chapter 191: Legend of the Death Knight

Anti-Paladins can also use the powerful Holy Slash - or should we say the Evil Slash - but this time their targets can be innocent creatures; they exude a terrifying aura of hatred, but these no longer provide benefits to teammates who are also living things, but can greatly increase the power of undead creatures and demons!

These anti-Paladins who stole the power that should belong to people of order and justice can almost be said to be the public enemy of all forces in the material world!

And sleeping on the hill over there is an extremely powerful anti-Paladin.

"He was once the prince of a small island country, a dedicated paladin who was determined to defend his country and his people." Hawthorne narrated slowly, "However, during an invasion by evil creatures from the bottom of the sea, uh, don't worry, Heidi, it was not a witch, but a group of Mylo fishmen who believed in the demon prince Demo Gaogen, and invaded his country with demons."

Heidi nodded slightly without saying much. She was a little worried just now. If these things were done by a witch, then would the Death Knight vent his anger on all the witches from the deep sea and then lead the army of undead to attack the monastery.

That’s good. Then this matter has nothing to do with her.

"But in the end, his army was defeated and his people were massacred, but he could do nothing about it." Hawthorne continued, "In despair, he listened to the devil's whispers, pulled out the magic sword sealed by his ancestors, and degenerated into an anti-paladin. He resurrected the knights and soldiers who died in his battles as death knights and undead warriors.

Warriors, and then launched a counterattack against the evil demons under the sea..."

"If that were all, it would be fine. But later, he found that he still didn't have enough soldiers, and the civilians who were transformed into undead could exert a force dozens of times stronger than before under his leadership." He spread his hands and said, "As you can imagine, the king protecting his people is essentially no different from a farmer protecting his chickens and ducks. So after discovering this, the prince finally couldn't bear the mental pressure and raised the butcher knife to his own people."

Heidi's expression didn't change, but Celine frowned slightly and then sighed.

Before, she liked to play with people's hearts and swallow their souls after they fell. This kind of plot was what interested her the most. But now, thinking about how she had caused so many tragedies with her own hands, she felt only guilt.

"He won, but after that, his will was also devoured by the magic sword, and he gradually became a puppet controlled by it." Hawthorne continued, "However, when he was still conscious, he asked the most powerful magician in the kingdom to seal him and his Death Knights on this lonely and dirty island, determined to never wake up until he defeated the magic sword's will."

At this point, he couldn't help but sneer: "But of course, in this battle of wills, the prince lost in the end."

"Not only was he under psychological pressure from slaughtering countless people with his own hands, but he also harbored resentment in his heart towards the gods for not granting him stronger power to defend his country and his people."

"With so many gaps in his beliefs, he naturally couldn't resist the erosion of the magic sword. So now, sleeping on the other side of the island is a terrifying monster that has completely fallen into evil."

The two witches listened quietly. These were stories they had never known. Finally, Celine suddenly asked, "So, what is the challenge level of this Death Knight?"

"I remember it was twenty-two. In fact, he himself is not that strong, but because of the magic sword in his hand." Hawthorne said, "That sword was made by one of the famous Abyss Lords, the Undead Lord Orcus, specifically for the Paladins of the material world. Basically, whoever holds it will die and will inevitably degenerate into an anti-Paladin."

As he said this, he frowned slightly. "As far as I remember, the challenge level of a proper Death Knight is seventeen. In fact, the prince's own strength is only eighteen or nineteen at best. That sword is really powerful."

After saying this, he smiled softly and said, "Don't think about it. There's not only him in his tomb, but also eight death knights who have been following him, as well as various monsters he raised during his lifetime... In short, it's unlikely that we can defeat them."