On the Ice Throne, a body that had been sleeping for many years was slowly waking up.

It's not grandiose, it's not spectacular, and there's nothing sacred about it — but because of the identity of the Awakened, it's worthy of going down in history.

A holy order, a holy order that has spanned a thousand years of time, has awakened.

Holy, holy, the greatest and most glorious word under the gods, a word that only those who have reached the limit on the road of tapping their own power can have. The Holy Order, second only to God, is the greatest compliment to a mortal.

Each of the Holy Orders is an incomparably precious being—their own strength does not affect this preciousness. If the process of improving the strength of intelligent life is an evolution, then the Holy Rank is undoubtedly the end of this evolution. Only the Holy Order can access the Laws, and only the Holy Order can understand the thoughts of the gods. God sacrificed Himself to consolidate the Laws, and the prophecies he left behind became part of the Laws, and only the Holy Order could understand the God's fervent desire for intelligent life contained in these Laws.

The law contains the knowledge related to the world and the wisdom of God, and it is this knowledge that has saved the development of intelligent life civilization for thousands of years. Of course, there are also those who use this knowledge to do evil, they have gained great knowledge, but instead of understanding God's intentions, they have relied on that knowledge to make forbidden weapons. But the weapons themselves are innocent, and those who try to profit from them have been eliminated, but this knowledge is still preserved, waiting for the day when it can be safely put to use—something that all Holy Orders strive for.

According to the statistics of the Peace Alliance five years ago, the estimated number of intelligent beings in the whole continent exceeded 50 million, and there were only 327 known and confirmed living saints. These three hundred and twenty-seven people make up the Heroes' Council, the core body of the Langman Peace Alliance, both of which were established after World War II to balance relations between nations while guiding the overall civilization of the Lanman continent forward. All intelligent beings who reach the Holy Rank become members of the Hall of Heroes themselves, and these members are called heroes—and rightfully so, they all have their own epics, their own titles, and the stories of each of them can be written into a great saga. These powerful men called "heroes" are the future guides of the Lanman Continent, and any proposal that is agreed by more than two-thirds of the majority in the Heroes Chamber must be implemented unconditionally by all countries.

Seven-tenths of the seats in the Chamber are from the Altar of Arts, Kulot, and the Ethnic Federation, and the other three-tenths are outcasts from various independent racial minorities and detached ethnic groups. In the Hall of Heroes, any bill that involves the interests of a minority, regardless of the number of heroes of that race, will account for one-third of the total number of votes, which means that if one other than one member of the clan abstains, the bill cannot be forced to pass - which also balances the interests of the majority and the minority to the greatest extent. But for those who do not have a holy order, their interests are very likely to be unprotected.

This is also the reason why the Kraken has been reluctant to join the Peace Alliance.

To put it mildly, each Holy Rank is the core leader of the entire continent, and for a race, whether there is a Holy Rank or not will directly determine the race's right to speak on the continent (the number of Holy Orders is secondary).

"The Kraken doesn't have a Holy Order...... Heh, so we gave them one. Delkora shook her head, "So the Kraken Clan owes us a great favor? We helped them recover their sleeping ancestors, helped them enter the Peace Alliance, entered the Heroes' Council, and allowed them to keep up with the accelerated pace of development on the continent - what reward can be worth this kind of credit?"

"I think the biggest possibility is the Kraken's friendship," Assas thought for a moment, "but it shouldn't be of much use to us. ”

"Yes, what's the use of the Kraken's friendship, I have no intention of going into the water. Delkora sighed in disappointment, "But it's not bad to be able to gain the friendship of a Holy Order. There's never too much of a friendship to do. ”

The three of them chatted with each other, and Delkora was also maintaining a thermostatic spell all the time. After determining that this place was really thin of water elementals, he turned out two mid-rank water elemental crystals to power the spell, which greatly reduced his own mental power consumption. Before that, he had also asked for all the stored water elemental crystals from Satya. The two roughly guessed what he was going to do, and they didn't refuse. Delkora took out all the water elemental hedrons and suspended them in mid-air with magic control, waiting for Mocaros to awaken.

Moccarus's chest rose and fell more and more obviously. The sound of his heartbeat, which had been faint, grew louder and louder, until it clearly reached the ears of the three onlookers. Fine cracks began to appear on the Ice Throne, and countless pieces of broken ice rose into the air, blasting into even finer ice crystals and dust, circling around Moccarus. The operation of the magic array seemed to have been disturbed, those unfamiliar runes flickered and dimmed, and the magic barrier that bound the water elemental and could not escape was almost ineffective, but no water element leaked out. All the water elementals, whether they were water elemental molecules or condensed water, were attracted to the vicinity of Moccarus, and as the temperature control circle failed, the Ice Throne collapsed little by little, and a stream of water quickly formed around Moccarus!

However, even if the Ice Throne melted completely, the resulting water did not cover Moccarus's entire body. And, as Moccarus's instinctive control reaches its limits, a lot of water has evaporated and escaped.

Del Cora knew that this was the key to Moccaros having to ask him to help.

He used his magic to roll up the pile of water elemental gems and threw them into the water vortex beside Mocaros without hesitation!

Each of these gemstones has its own purpose and value, but all of them contain a rich water element. More than a dozen gems that were swept into the whirlpool of water shattered, and a large amount of concentrated water elemental was released together, and the water element condensed into water, and the surging water soon submerged Mocarus - and Del Cora had already used some of the water elements to perform a simple water prison technique, so that the water would not gush out and go to waste. The water elemental visibly began to moisturize Moccas's body, his blue-blue body began to lighten and lighten, and his scales changed from the gray appearance they had just seen to shiny. His muscles swelled up like an inflat, and his hair returned to a shiny black. Eventually, the Mocaros in the water turned into a strong middle-aged man with a blue fishtail on the lower half of his body and a human-like body on the upper half - but his face was still flat.

At this time, nearly half of the full load of water had disappeared, and the fish-man's body had extended to nearly four meters - unlike the previous dehydrated dried fish, this was the most true appearance of Moccarus, the prince of the Siren.

A four-meter-tall, muscular and powerful mermaid with dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

As for the trident stuck diagonally next to it, Del Cola originally thought it was a little huge, but with Mocarus's current height, it was just right.

“...... A shepherd of one meter and a shepherd of nearly four meters...... How could these Krakens think they were of the same race?" Del Cora muttered to himself.

"The Overlord Shark is twenty-five meters long, and the Crystal Shark is less than a meter long," Assas glanced at him, "but aren't they all sharks? Maybe they don't think they're the same race. ”

"My fault, I shouldn't have substituted the thinking of terrestrial life for life on the seabed, these are two completely different logics. Del Cora shrugged and changed the subject, "This Mr. Mocaros is about to wake up, right? I think he's recovering well...... It's all grown so big. ”

"It seems that the way he fell asleep was cold and partially dehydrated," Satya understood the scene, "and his recovery will need to be rehydrated." But the half-asleep body can't control the power, so an outsider needs to hydrate him......"

"Thankfully, he met us, and there were enough water elemental crystals for him to squander. Delkora thought about it, but still felt a little painful, "I just threw in sixteen mid-rank water attribute crystals, sixteen! At least two gold coins were thrown in!"

"But the result is definitely good, the friendship of the Holy Rank powerhouse can't be bought with two gold coins. "And you don't lack those two gold coins." ”

“...... Save a little is a little and refuse to waste - hey, Mr. Mocaros! You're awake!"

In the sealing of the water prison, Mokaros suddenly opened his eyes.

He had just woken up and was still a little confused, and the sequelae of long-term mental roaming was a serious sense of physical and mental discomfort, and it took him ten seconds to realize that he had woken up, and then it took another five seconds to recognize that the strange thing in front of him was his hand.

“...... Am I free?"

He opened his mouth, his voice dry and rough.

"Yes, you are free, sir. Delkora gave a salute with her right hand to her chest, "Welcome back to the Lanman Continent." It should have been a thousand years since the time you lived. ”

"A thousand years...... A thousand years ......" Moccarus, who had just regained his senses, fell into confusion again because of a word from Del Cola. He repeated the word over and over again, and suddenly, he shouted like crazy, "Thorin, Thorin Thorn, you sealed me for a thousand years, bastard! Damn it, you give me—"

Suddenly, his voice stopped.

He stared at a corner.

The three of them followed his line of sight curiously.

It was a corner that had been forgotten by the three of them, but the moment they looked at it, the three of them suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Del Cora hurriedly shouted: "No, that's not ......"

Moccaros suddenly drew his trident and stabbed it with lightning speed. The halberd pierced through a layer of rags, and he slammed it upward, and the broken knight's cloak instantly split into countless pieces, revealing the undead skeleton below.

The bones of the fish-men.

On it, there are also fluctuations that are unique to the energy of death.

"Damn!" Delkora couldn't help but explode.

"......" Mocaros turned his head and looked at the mercenary team, his eyes blood-red.

He raised the trident in his hand aloft.

"You all have to die!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Prepare to fight!"