Witch Monastery

Xilin smiled: "Of course, according to what the master said, any undead there is stronger than me."

As she said this, looking at the hill, she couldn't help but feel a little scared: "Fortunately, they are all still asleep."

Hawthorne also kept smiling, but he also knew that this peaceful life would not last long. Soon, some ignorant adventurers would follow the treasure map given by the devil and find this place, dig up the graves of the death knights, and release these terrifying undead spirits.

At that time, the Death Knights, who have gone completely mad, will organize an army of undead creatures and demons, and swear to destroy everything that the gods cherish in the material world.

However, these are things for the future. Now, Hawthorne has only one thing to do.

That's an upgrade!

It only takes 7,500 purification points to upgrade from level 5 to level 6. He has already saved enough points. So now is the time to upgrade the level!

Since he was idle on the boat anyway and had nothing to do, he called up the system and tapped on it -

hum-

A milky white purifying light lit up, and Celine's eyebrows twitched. She felt her power slipping away, turned her head, looked at him with a little surprise, and then a smile appeared on her face.

After purifying the Great Witch, Hawthorne had changed the main source of his magic power from Heidi to her.

This is actually the reason why Heidi feels a sense of crisis and has been deliberately having close contact with him these days.

Hawthorne acquiesced to this. He had different feelings in his heart for this witch who was the first one to be purified by him and who protected him during his weakest initial period. He was more willing to take care of her a little more.

With Celine's strength, it is more than enough to support him in casting all spells before the sixth ring, which means that he can be promoted to the level of a tenth-level sorcerer at most.

As for now, from fifth to sixth? Of course, there is no pressure at all.

Chapter 192 Training Completed

The milky white light quickly went out, and Hawthorne opened his attribute panel. In fact, the content on it did not change much, except that the blue bar increased from 27 to 32, and a new professional ability called "Cursed Ghost" was added.

This ability, in simple terms, binds the soul of a humanoid creature you killed, turning it into a ghost to serve you.

Whether it's fighting or doing other things, it's all fine.

After all, the Cursed Swordsman is a profession that uses the power from the Shadowless Underworld to fight, so it is very normal for him to be able to control a ghost servant.

However, even if he had this ability, Hawthorne did not intend to kill a living person to create a ghost servant on the spot.

So it was a waste because he already had a suitable choice in his mind.

Isn’t Agatha, the ghost living in the pink diamond ring, his best choice?

This ghost is now too weak to appear in the real world, and can only invade other people's dreams to launch attacks and suck the opponent's soul energy to replenish itself.

However, because her strength was too weak, she would be killed by the master of the dream if she was not careful - just like the night in the Rock Seekers' camp, Hawthorne, Utta and Tribis all killed Agatha, and Hawthorne even purified her in his dream and turned her into his slave...

cough!

In short, because she was too weak, this female ghost had never been able to appear in the real world. She could only assist him in the battle at very rare critical moments - and she couldn't play in high-end games. For example, on the night of purifying Celine, she did not appear at all.

But with this ability, now he just needs to go back to the monastery and get the ring back, and then he can bring this female ghost back to the light of day.

Well... now Agatha's ring is still left in the monastery, worn by the witches who stayed behind, and then it invades Nidalee's dreams every night and interferes with her thinking.

So this time when I go back, I should be able to complete the training, right?

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with anticipation.

If Nidalee could endure such torture for such a long time and yet remain silent, then this matter must be more than just a simple demon invasion, and may be closely related to the interests of her own tribe.

So, what could it be?

……

In the dungeon.

Four days have passed since Hawthorne left.

During these four days, a different witch would come down to torture her every day. They all had beautiful faces, slim figures, and warm smiles on their faces, but the actual torture methods were more cruel than one!

Strong aphrodisiac, crawling worms, smoke and fire, memory reading... Each of them has their own strengths and unique skills. The way they play and the means are amazing. The secret weapon gave Nidalee an unexpected shock.

Nidalee thought she had a strong will, but she was almost mentally broken by the torture these days. In addition, the erotic dreams that came every night would ignite the burning desire in her body again, and she had no way to vent it.

The double torture from body to soul made her lose the will to resist. All she could think about was that Hawthorne should come back quickly, come back quickly!

But while she was longing, expecting, and shouting like this, she actually had another thought in her heart.

Could it be that... Hawthorne didn't actually leave at all, and didn't go to purify some island full of undead souls.

He just felt fed up with me and bored with me and didn't want to play this happy punishment game with me anymore, so he made up an excuse and never came to see me again.

After all, compared to those tall, fair and charming witches, my charm has no advantage at all!

She didn't know, but every time she thought of this possibility, she was so frightened that she almost trembled and almost felt heartbroken.

Thus, it was the fifth day after Hawthorne left. Nidalee woke up from her dream and then huddled in the corner, not daring to imagine what kind of torture and torment was waiting for her today, and how long she could hold on...

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of people coming down the stairs came slowly, and new torture was approaching. Nidalee was trembling with fear, and fear gripped her heart, making her almost faint.

Then, the familiar tall figure walked out from the stairs at the end of the dungeon: "I'm back, Nidalee."

The iron bars of the cell slowly opened to both sides, and Hawthorne stepped in, his eyes filled with joy and concern: "How have you been these days?"

Then, as if she had seen a savior, Nidalee's pupils dilated rapidly, and finally she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

He didn't abandon himself, everything he said was true!

He purified the undead creatures on that island and came back right away!

An intense joy surged in her heart. Even though the dungeon was still so dark, at this moment she felt that Hawthorne was emitting a warm white light, illuminating her entire world!

She then rushed forward and hugged his waist: "Hawthorne——"

"No, don't go - don't leave me -!"

The grievances and pains she had suffered from bullying for days came flooding back to her heart, and she could no longer control herself: "Please, I'm willing to do anything. I'll do anything you ask me to do. Please don't leave me. Don't leave me to them..."

She wailed, and one could imagine how much pressure the torture of the past few days had put on her. Hawthorne gently stroked her black and shiny hair. Through the feedback from the entire dungeon, he could already be sure that the emotions hidden in every cry of this girl were absolutely real.

That’s good, the training was finally successful.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that from today on, this girl was absolutely one of his.

Thinking of the horrible punishment methods that the witches had described to him, he felt a little bit sorry for her, so he rubbed her hair a few times, then put his hands under her armpits and made her stand up.

Because of her limited height, even if she stood up, there was still a slight gap between her and him. Hawthorne had to

Bending down slightly, he was able to look into her tearful eyes and said softly, "Don't worry, from now on, we will never be separated."

Chapter 193: Conquering Nidalee

Hawthorne looked into her eyes tenderly, his voice soothing and ethereal: "As your master, I will satisfy all your wishes."

"So, Nidalee, tell me now, what do you want most?"

Nidalee stopped crying, lunged forward, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the lips.

Hawthorne was slightly surprised, but did not resist. He also closed his eyes and hugged her body.

He already understood what the girl needed most right now.

Although she was very active and enthusiastic, this girl actually had no experience in kissing. To say that her kissing skills were clumsy was an exaggeration, they were basically zero.

Therefore, in the end, Hawthorne was the one who took the lead in her first kiss. He took the initiative to put his tongue into her mouth, teasing her soft little tongue, and soon made her lose control.

While kissing her, his hands were not idle either. He reached under the hem of her thin prison uniform, caressing her lower abdomen and waist, using his own hands to feel the touch of her delicate skin at close range.

Although her skin was wheat-colored, it was just due to the genetic differences of her ethnicity. Her skin was still delicate and not roughened by the scorching sun - after all, as a druid and hunter, she preferred to hide in the dense forest rather than charge in the sun.

While he was caressing her body, Nidalee's hands were not idle either. He also reached under Hawthorne's shirt, caressing his delicate but firm flesh, feeling the masculine heat and touch coming from it.

It’s so good…it really feels like this…

It was exactly the same as the perfect touch in the dream...

She thought so, although she had never touched Hawthorne's body in reality, but in her dreams, she had already played with him over and over again countless times, playing with him from head to toe - although the memories in the dream may be a little unclear, but now after touching the real thing, those dusty memories suddenly awakened and flooded to her.

Hawthorne continued to kiss her deeply, acquiescing to her invasion, while his hands climbed all the way up, and in a moment, they reached her firm breasts.

There was nothing underneath her prison uniform, no underwear at all, so he reached up slightly and grabbed that lovely pair of breasts.

Although not as full and large as the breasts of Amazon women, Nidalee's breasts were equally elastic. The buds on the top had already become hard and erect, and Hawthorne couldn't let go of them, no matter how elastic or how nice they were.

This touch also made Nidalee's delicate body tremble with excitement, and she could only feel waves of wonderful electric currents continuously coming from the sensitive buds on her chest, stimulating her body to become limp.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Nidalee panted, her eyes seductive, looking up at his face, her face flushed with passion. While Hawthorne was playing with her breasts, she was actually trying to untie his belt, but the druid, who had never done such a thing, had no idea how to do it. After struggling for a long time, she not only made no progress, but even tied his belt into a knot.

Hawthorne didn't mind. The power of the Blade Demon Contract turned into a sharp blade, and then cut off his belt. Then he said to her softly, "Go to bed."

He wanted to start right away, but Nidalee pursed her lips and didn't do it. Instead, she squatted down and pulled down his trousers.

Then the huge monster, which was filled with blood, bounced out and almost hit her face. But at this moment, Nidalee seemed to be well-informed and experienced. She was not scared at all. Instead, she stared at it in a daze, as if she was looking at a precious treasure that she had been dreaming about.

Yes, that's it, exactly the same as in my dream.

What I long for, what I desire...

Just recalling the happiness it brought her in the dream was enough to make Nidalee overwhelmed.

She opened her little mouth and swallowed it whole.

"what……"

Hawthorne let out a beautiful sigh from his throat. He couldn't help but grab her hair, then held her head with both hands and pushed forward hard.

"Woo——"

Nidalee let out a painful whimper from her throat. Hawthorne's huge thing had already pushed into her throat, causing her to immediately feel like vomiting.

She began to push it out with her tongue, trying to push it out, but she didn't know that the more she did this, the more intense comfort she gave Hawthorne that he didn't want to leave.

"what……"

"Ahem—!"

Finally, realizing that her patience had reached its limit, Hawthorne pulled it out of her mouth, which was already covered with Nidalee's own saliva. The druid coughed violently, then looked up at him with a look of grievance.

Noticing her look, Hawthorne's expression suddenly showed some apology. He then squatted down, put his arm around her shoulders, and whispered, "Go to the bed, and we'll start."

As the actual leader of her dream, he naturally knew what the girl was looking forward to now.

Nidalee pursed her lips, as if to

She smelled his scent, but once again she did not obey the order, but lay down on the spot, in the hay on the ground: "I actually don't like the bed."

She whispered that in her dreams, every time they met, they made love on a hillside or in a field.

Hawthorne understood and nodded. Then he knelt on the hay and patted her butt: "Lift it up!"

Two alluring blushes appeared on Nidalee's face, but she did not resist. For the first time in real life, without the need for any ropes to force her, she obediently raised her buttocks high, exposing her soft, tender and moist entrance to her paradise in front of him. Her pink lips opened and closed slightly, as if inviting him to enter.

She shyly buried her face in the hay, and Hawthorne was not polite. He stepped forward to hold her waist, pointed the tip of the weapon at her virgin and tender lips, rubbed it twice, and then suddenly pushed in -

Chapter 194: Out of Control Earth Dragon

"Oh……"

"what--!"

Nidalee let out a cry of pain, while Hawthorne let out a sigh of extreme comfort. Enjoying the heat, softness and tightness inside her body, Hawthorne couldn't help but pat her butt, and then he didn't stop and slowly started to move.

An extremely pleasant feeling came over her mind, and an incomparable sense of satisfaction surged into her heart. Two clear tears gradually left the corners of Nidalee's eyes.

Hawthorne then accelerated and began his own sprint, and Nidalee, who had just experienced sex, was soon defeated. The two kept changing positions and postures, from the hay on the ground to the prison wall, and finally, when Nidalee lay on her low bed, her two thighs in an M position to withstand Hawthorne's impact, the latter finally exploded in her body.

At this moment, this druid has stepped onto the top of the cloud for the third time.

After the explosion, the two naked people rolled back onto the hay-covered ground, hugging each other, breathing heavily, letting their sweaty skin stick to each other, unwilling to separate for a moment.

Nidalee rested her head on Hawthorne's arms, and she had never felt that her life could be as fulfilling and happy as it was today. Hawthorne played with her breasts, but he did not forget the main purpose of this trip: "So, now you can tell me why your tribe wants the fragments of the holy sword?"

Nidalee lowered her head. She felt mixed emotions at the moment, and countless chaotic thoughts were bothering her in her mind: her father's expectations, the tribe's heritage, the devil's pollution, the fate of the mountains, the promised marriage, her own desires...

But in the end, she chose to give up thinking about it and responded softly: "Well, it is to...purify the polluted earth dragon."

Hearing this, Hawthorne raised his eyebrows: "Earth Dragon?"

In this world, there are five-colored dragons, metal dragons, and gem dragons, five of each; in addition, there are three legendary dragon species. But no matter what, Hawthorne has never heard of such a thing as an "earth dragon".

unless……