Witch Monastery

In that case, then use your life to pay for it all!

As she thought of this, her body also became illusory, flashing, and then flashing once every second, crossing a distance of more than 20 meters in a flash, chasing in the direction where Plesta disappeared.

At this time, in the mine on the third underground level.

"grass--"

After falling, Hawthorne had some experience in self-rescue, so he rolled over after landing, and rolled a long way on the ground. Although the gravel above was still falling, and the stones on the ground were particularly sharp, fortunately he was not seriously injured, and the cracked wound did not get worse.

Finally, when he stopped, he was covered with mud and dust, like a clay figure.

After he was safe, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

How come this guy Plesta has already mastered the sixth-ring spell!

Are spellcasters above level 11 so cheap now?

He didn't know, and cursed in his heart that the boss information in the game was not reliable. But in fact, this was also normal, after all, the monsters and bosses in the game were all filled in by the planners.

Just like the old Zenith before

Although he has rich combat experience, his body has aged with the years and he is definitely not in his prime, and he has the strength to challenge level six.

For example, the spider elf Plesta was originally a magical genius among the elves. It was normal for her to break through her own shackles, learn six-ring spells, and reach level eleven.

But unfortunately, complaining now is useless. All we can do now is to save ourselves.

Chapter 220 Encounter with Torun

The mosquito beside Hawthorne's ear brought him Andnie's concerned message, so he quickly turned over and checked the surroundings. After making sure there were no enemies, he breathed a sigh of relief, reported his safety to them, and arranged the tasks mentioned before.

Having said this, he cut off the communication, and without caring about the dirt on his body, he took out his spell book from his waist bag and used up the energy inside. Then he cast a ring of healing spell on himself, and all the wounds on his shoulders and back healed.

After all, Plesta is just an elf, and she was a wizard in her early years. She doesn't like physical exercise, so her physical strength is not strong.

She was not like Hawthorne, who could use magic power to drive the movement of the sword. Therefore, even though she used the power of her eight spider legs and the pulling force of spider silk, she could only break through the defense of his shield and mage armor, and could only cause him some superficial injuries.

She herself is aware of the weakness of her physical strength, so her sword blade is coated with poison, so that only a few minor wounds can cause fatal damage to the enemy.

But alas, Hawthorne is immune to the toxin.

Therefore, the damage caused by the two knives was completely healed with just the lowest level of healing magic.

After treating himself in this way, Hawthorne still felt a little scared when he recalled Plesta's fierce attack. He had to admit that this female elf was indeed fierce.

Gritting his teeth, he applied three rings of false life and the Armor of Agathys on himself, consuming ten mana points in one breath. Only then did he feel a little safer.

However, this only left him with 14 mana points. If he encountered another fierce battle, this reserve might not be enough.

In this situation, it would not be safe for me to travel alone, and I must meet up with the witches as soon as possible!

With this thought in mind, he summoned his magical sword that was burning with blazing flames, put aside all distractions, and began to look for a way to reunite.

But in fact, he had no other way to go. There was a landslide in the mine, and he was now at the end of a dead end, so he had no other choice but to go down this road.

But it’s better this way, so I don’t have to make the difficult decision.

After thinking about it for a while, he pulled himself together, bent down, lowered his center of gravity, and walked forward carefully.

The cave was completely silent, which made it difficult for the enemy to sneak up on him. Hawthorne quickened his pace slightly, and soon, he heard a low roar from a male creature in front of him: "Go to hell, you undead soul who should have been buried long ago, Zhuo——!"

The voice was deep and sounded like that of a strong adult male. His eyes lit up and he immediately quickened his pace and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Then he saw a big, black, thick, strong minotaur, crushed by a huge rock, and beside him, two ghouls surrounded him, their mouths wide open, drooling, their greed evident.

The minotaur was unable to move and could only swing his axe to drive away the two zombies while shouting and cursing in helplessness and fury.

Seeing this, Hawthorne smiled slightly.

Great, perfect timing for the hero to save the cow.

Thinking of this, he quickly stepped forward and hit the shield with the flaming sword in his hand: "Hey, come here, come here!"

He shouted at the ghouls, but he didn't need to. Smelling the scent of a living person, the two ghouls turned around and rushed towards him, one in front and one behind: "Ha--!"

The ghoul in front of him pounced fiercely. In response, Hawthorne chose to disperse the long sword in his hand, turned around and blocked it with his shield. After dodging its pounce, he used the shield to press it under himself and pressed its wrist with his right hand: "Purification!"

hum-

The milky white light lit up, and the ghoul immediately began to struggle more vigorously. However, this time, Hawthorne, who had experience, had no way of letting it fight back successfully. He used his weight to suppress it steadily, making it impossible for it to get up.

"hiss--"

Then, the ghoul behind him pounced and bit Hawthorne's ankle.

click -

The effect of the three-ring Agassis Armor took effect, and a layer of ice crystals immediately froze on the ghoul's big mouth. But this guy didn't know how to live or die, and his two front paws began to scratch Hawthorne's butt and thighs frantically -

As a result, its arms were also frozen solid by the ice crystals, becoming so stiff that it could hardly move.

Hawthorne held down the zombie steadily until it was purified into a pile of ashes. Then he stood up and turned over, then held down the half-frozen zombie again, and started another round of purification.

After a few seconds, four hundred purification points fell steadily into his pocket.

"call……"

Hawthorne let out a breath, stood up, turned his head, looked at the minotaur who was still being pressed by the stone, and smiled what he thought was a friendly and bright smile: "Hello, I'm Nigel Hawthorne,

Are you also an adventurer here to exterminate the undead?"

As he said this, he was secretly alert in his heart. The minotaur was dressed very primitively and simply, and he was most likely a mountain dweller.

Then his attitude towards me might not be so friendly.

As he said this, he saw the minotaur staring at him with an incomprehensible emotion. He had a bad feeling in his heart, but then he saw the minotaur showing a simple smile: "Thank you, respected Paladin!"

"My name is Toren Gaoling, an ordinary warrior from the Gaoling tribe. I came to the Tide Sound Cave this time at the invitation of the dwarves to destroy the undead."

Apparently, because of the purifying white light, he, like Nidalee, mistook Hawthorne for a paladin.

"Unfortunately, as you can see, we encountered an earthquake." At this point, the minotaur's expression was a little gloomy. "I was separated from my comrades, and my legs were hit by a rock. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have died at the hands of those two ghouls."

"I really don't know how to repay your kindness!"

He sighed, and Hawthorne chuckled: "It's not as serious as you say. Those two ghouls are not strong. I think you can deal with them alone."

After a pause, he continued, "Let me ask you, are you willing to team up with me to find your lost comrades and eliminate the mastermind behind this place?"

Toren said quickly, "Of course I am willing! It is my honor to travel with the Paladin from the great Sayin Empire!"

Hawthorne raised his eyebrows, thinking, does his tribe have such a high degree of favorability towards the Sein Empire?

Well... But for now, this is a good thing. At least, I don't have to face danger alone, and when I'm besieged, I still have a comrade-in-arms to stand by me.

"Where are you hurt? Let me heal you."

As he said this, he walked over and stretched out his arms, ready to move the stone from Toren's lower body.

Then the stone stood still.

Hawthorne couldn't help but look a little embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do. He could only use magic to drive weapons, and his physical strength was still far below the normal level of eight points.

"Let me do it, sir." Toren said, then leaned down, hugged the boulder with his two strong arms, clenched his back teeth, exerted force with his arms, and veins on his forehead bulged. He finally moved the stone that was pressing on his legs and moved it aside.

Looking at his arms which were thicker than his thighs, Hawthorne looked at his own slender wrists and couldn't help feeling ashamed.

Damn it, now I have no shortage of purification points, so this time when I go back, I’ll boost all my attributes!

All piled up until fifteen o'clock, making myself into a bucket number!

Thinking this, he leaned over and felt the location of Toren's broken leg. Then he took out the spell book and cast a "healing spell".

As a result, the broken bones healed rapidly and were reconnected in the blink of an eye. Although there was still some strange feeling and further care and repair were needed, for the time being, there was no problem in continuing to move and fight.

Feeling his calf had recovered, Toren was pleasantly surprised: "Thank you so much, respected Paladin. Every time I get along with someone like you, I feel ashamed!"

Chapter 221 Got Love, But Lost SM

As he said this, Toren got up from the ground, brushed off the dust, then picked up his weapon again, stretched his muscles, and looked ambitious.

Hawthorne smiled. He couldn't help but feel happy after being praised so continuously. "Have you often teamed up with people like me who come from down the mountain?"

Toren paused for a moment, then nodded: "Well, after all, there are many adventurers coming to the mountain, so I always meet them. And every time, especially adventurers like you from the great Sein Empire, I will learn a lot!"

"So, I really, really treasure this opportunity, sir!"

He continued to praise her like this, but this time, Hawthorne felt a little uncomfortable.

Even if this guy might be from a tribe that is closer to Port Liber, isn't this statement a bit too corny?

Are the converts fanatical?

Or is it their tribe's speaking style and habit to flatter and praise so much?

Hawthorne didn't know, but he decided to ignore Toren's way of speaking and got straight to the point: "Come on, Mr. Toren, let's go find your comrades!"

……

Meanwhile, deep in the cave.

"cough--"

An Nuo shook her head and regained consciousness. The earthquake just now also made her feel very uncomfortable, and many rocks fell on her head. Fortunately, she was lucky enough that the falling rocks avoided her vital parts, so she was not seriously injured.

She tried to open her eyes wide and looked around. At this time, the magic chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the cave had gone out, so she could only vaguely see some dark shadows in the darkness.

And, in the darkness, there seemed to be the sound of Bonnie crying.

She called out quickly: "Bonnie, Oda, Dale, are you all right?"

The last two names were the dwarf and the dragonborn barbarian, but they did not respond. It was unknown whether they had fallen into coma again or had lost their lives.

Bonnie was still crying, unable to accept her current state: "How can I face my husband in this state..."

Annuo looked in the direction of the sound and saw Bonnie lying on the ground behind a pile of rocks. Her belly was still swollen as big as a watermelon, like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant.

For a moment, she couldn't help but feel confused and worried about this married female warrior from the bottom of her heart.

But at this moment, she didn't have any good solution, so she could only comfort him softly: "There must be a way, don't worry, Bonnie, whether it's divine arts or magic, there will definitely be a way to help you solve it."

However, Bonnie was still in a state of emotional collapse and sobbing, so it was unlikely that she would be able to help in the short term.

Then, you can only rely on yourself.

Thinking of this, An Nuo stretched his body and tried to find another sharp stone nearby to grind off the ropes on his hands and feet.

However, the earthquake just now also caused her to change her position. Unfortunately, there were only some smooth and round stones around her now.

Damn!

She couldn't help but curse in her heart, then took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and then began to analyze the situation.

First of all, this earthquake came quickly and lasted for a very short time, so it was obviously an effect caused by magic.

Combined with the weird reaction of the spider elf before, it was obvious that a new enemy had set foot in her lair. The dwarves' goal was to take back the mine and continue to develop it, so the newcomers would not actively cause the mine to collapse.

Plus, it’s been so long since the landslide, and the spider elf hasn’t come back to see if her eggs have been smashed, so…

It is highly likely that this spider elf found that it could not defeat the opponent, so it took the initiative to cause a landslide, trying to disrupt the situation in this way and then escape!

That must be it!

This bold guess emerged in her mind, and then she took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Help - help -"

"We are here - help -!"

The loud voice spread far away. Although the collapsed rocks blocked one passage, there were other roads that could be used. She needed to use her voice to attract people. Only in this way could they be saved!

There was no response from the dark cave. Annuo's heart was pounding. After resting for a moment, he shouted again.

This time, there was finally movement in the distance. She felt the trembling of the spider web, as if some huge creature was approaching rapidly, and then came a familiar voice: "Ms. Annuo, is that you?"

It's Miss Andre's voice!

But why her?

Wait, could it be that... Father Hawthorne is here too?

An Nuo couldn't help but feel eager, and then hurriedly responded loudly: "It's me! We are here!"

As she spoke, she saw a bright light coming from the entrance of the cave, followed by the shadows of several huge creatures approaching at a rapid speed.

Those were some giant spiders, and only they could walk on the sticky spider silk. But Annuo was not afraid at all, because she had seen that on the backs of the two giant spiders in the lead, there was a petite figure riding on each.

One of them was Sister Andre, whom she knew but was not familiar with.

But... she didn't come over, but went to the other side of the cave?