In fact, Akavins was not out of the woods to deal with these adventurers in one fell swoop: no matter how cunning they were, no matter how erratic they were in the jungle, they were going to enter the area where the temple was located, and as long as they set up an ambush there, none of these greedy creatures could escape. But this was not realistic, the Spirit of Thunder and Lightning had ordered that no living creature should enter a fifty-kilometer area of the temple except to convene a meeting of the High Demonic Beasts or offer its 'essence' blood.

There's another way: awaken the spirit of thunder and lightning and ask it to solve those troubles in person. But this is also difficult to achieve, except for a few important moments, the greatest overlord of the Forgotten Jungle has been asleep for most of the thousands of years, even when absorbing the 'essence' blood of the demonic beasts, he has never woken up, and because of this, those demonic beasts that it can crush with just one finger have been able to establish their own sphere of influence in the jungle far away from its territory, just for a few adventurers who are no different from ants to awaken the spirit of thunder and lightning, and this consequence is no less serious than letting those adventurers step into the warning area.

The giant golem sighed silently, as an agent of the Thunderbolt Spirit, it and its race had certainly benefited greatly from it, but at such a moment, it was under far more pressure than the other beasts could have imagined, and Akavinth knew that if it could not solve this problem properly and neatly, it would face the greatest challenge in five hundred years. "It looks like they'll have to be used," the Elephant Leader thought, "It will only take a short time, and with the protection of many demonic beasts, the temple will not have problems." Akavins quickly made up his mind, paused and used his trunk to take a horn from the natural magical skin on his belly, put it to his mouth, and blew it.

"It's mine!" the dwarf shouted, his double-edged axe suddenly transforming into a giant spinning wheel of light, and flew away at the leopard in front of him, cutting it off before the poor fellow, already frightened by the death of his companion, could dodge.

"One hundred and ninety-one!" Tomahawk triumphantly announces his latest feat, since entering the jungle, the aggressive dwarves have taken care of most of the monsters that have been wiped out by their allies, and that number would have increased if it weren't for Rhaegard's strict requirement that they must hide their strength to avoid being noticed too soon.

"We're close to the temple," Rhaegar said to Willy and Heim from now on, ignoring the dwarf's show-offs, opening the map in his hand and speaking to Willy and Heim beside him, "From now on, we must stop moving forward for the time being. ”

This decision attracted the inquiring eyes of the partners without any suspense.

"The Thunderbolt Spirit will not be defenseless against its own dwelling," Raygar closed the map in his hand and said to his companions, "If its situation is as the Sword Spirit said, then in order to protect its own body, it will definitely arrange some ambush soldiers outside the temple - if I were it, I would never pin all the safety of the body on those monsters, and what we need to do now is to stay here and wait for those ambushes to leave." ”

"You lured those adventurers?" Haim suddenly asked, "You gave them the map here, and they mistakenly thought that there was a treasure buried in the spirit kingdom here, and in order to get the treasure, they desperately 'advanced' here, but turned into our 'decoy' bait and cannon fodder." ”

"I've traveled to most of this jungle in my search for the fruits of nature, and with the information you've bought from the explorers, your years of exploration of the Forgotten Jungle and the information left behind by the spirits, I can easily draw a more detailed map. Rhaegar replied calmly, "I just circulated this map, it was greed and *** who brought them here, and if they hadn't thought about what didn't belong to them, they wouldn't be here." ”

Heim stared at Rhaegar with a calm face. It is certainly not a pleasant thing for a group of 'elves' to let a group of foreigners break into their homeland and try to dig up the ruins of their ancestors, but what happened to the red-haired 'elves' has long since caused these originally arrogant and stubborn royals to reverse their minds, and they are no longer attached to ridiculous vanity and meaningless traditions. It is difficult to accept the use of one's ancestors to 'lure' others to death, but compared to the restoration of their homeland, the trouble caused by this plan is almost negligible, although it is unpleasant to be 'blinded' by their partners, the 'spirit' knows very well that if they knew about Rhaegar's plan in advance, they will definitely oppose it, and it turns out that this plan has indeed had an effect, and they have encountered at least twice as many magical beasts along the way as expected.

The return of the Sword of Kings has not only changed Heim's identity, but by picking up the sword, the spirit has become aware of his responsibility, and like all competent leaders in this world, in order to fulfill his responsibilities, he must give up some things that can even be said to be virtuous, and at least learn to compromise on some things.

"I don't want the temple of my ancestors to be disturbed," said Heim, "and in any case, those adventurers can't enter the temple. ”

"They won't," Rhaegar said, "and in my experience, those monsters obviously don't dare to wake up the sleeping Thunderbolt Spirit, and in order to avoid outsiders disturbing their owners, the agents of the Thunderbolt Spirit will be ambushed and set up far away from the temple. ”

Crewe chanted a spell loudly, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky with the summoning of the spell, slashing at an opponent accurately, and the monster shaped like a large boar that could 'shoot' flames from its mouth suddenly turned into a piece of charcoal and fell to the ground. It was the fifth enemy the mage had eliminated since the start of the war, but it didn't give him any consolation, in fact, it was an even terrible record if you counted the mana he had expended on these monsters - he had expended at least a third of his strength to destroy them, enough power to wipe out a well-trained army of several hundred men.

Fighting against Krewe's subordinates are a group of different monsters that, despite their different races, have at least a few things in common: sturdy defenses, blazing speed, formidable attacks, and almost insane bravery. Except for a strong master like Crewe, the attacks of those attendant warriors and mages could not do any damage to these monsters, and in front of enemies who were several times their own, the last team of men and horses of the bloody night suffered heavy casualties.

But Crewe didn't intend to retreat there, the ninth-order *** master who was second only to Northon in this bloody night was completely devoid of his previous calm, his reddened eyes flashed with a frenzied light, his hands waved rapidly, and one powerful magic after another poured down on the monsters around him without hesitation - he had to get those treasures, and any creature that stood in his way, whatever it was, would be destroyed.