"You never want to succeed!" "You should never succeed!" Rhaegar scurried through the woods like a reindeer being chased by a beast, and behind him, huge monsters with rock-like bodies were chasing their prey at speeds that were not commensurate with their size, and trees that had grown for at least hundreds of years were snapping off in their path.

This is the eighteenth hour after Rhaegar entered the trial ground, in the past few hours, the geist has carefully avoided those demonic beasts controlled by Tula, while recovering his strength with all his might, with the help of keen senses and pre-emptive detection techniques, the geist was lucky to avoid most of the demonic beasts, and reached a place more than ten kilometers away from the edge of the forest, if he did not encounter interception, at most two hours, he could get out of this proving ground.

However, he still underestimated Tula's strength, this monster controlled almost eighty percent of the creatures in the jungle, some of which were not too powerful to attack, but were good scouts, such as the one who discovered him.

These creatures have nothing to do with real elves, they live in dense jungles, they can fly through the air at will, they are too fast to catch with the naked eye, they can change the color of their bodies at will to get the best camouflage for themselves... However, their tiny bodies that are less than half a meter tall and the strength that not even a bird can do so make them forever have to take refuge at the feet of some powerful people, exchanging their services for food and safety. After Tula arrived, these clever little creatures quickly threw themselves into the arms of a being far more powerful than any other creature here, becoming the first to take refuge in this monster, and gaining trust for it.

As it turned out, they had lived up to the trust of their new master, and without Rhaegar noticing, a number of sprites lurking in the jungle had passed on the news of their target to their master, and Tula caught up with the geist when he was still about ten kilometers away from the edge of the jungle.

The appearance of this humanoid monster that seemed to be piled up with countless large and small stones was extremely conspicuous, and at the same time as he saw it, Rhaegar had already confirmed the identity of the other party, and at this time, he had fallen into the encirclement of the opponent.

To his surprise, Tula did not immediately order him to be torn to shreds.

"So, you're the mage?" the twenty-meter-tall monster looked down at the prey beneath its feet, "the mage who made me leave my territory and come here?"

Rhaegar is not surprised that the other party can speak, in fact, many intelligent higher beings can use the vibration of their vocal cords to imitate the language of other races, but obviously, the other party's attitude is a little strange, and Tula does not seem to be in a hurry to kill his own cha.

"If your target is the mage who participated in the trial today, then I think you've found the right person. Rhaegar replied quietly as he thought of a way out, "I wonder who could have driven the great Tula out of his noble realm and into a place full of inferior creatures, just for the sake of an insignificant little mage like me?"

Rhaeggar's compliment paid off, and Tula let out a thunderous laugh.

"Humble creature," Tula sneered unceremoniously at the other, "you can never really know the great Tula, but as a reward for your humility, I can make you make a small wish before you die - of course, don't be delusional about making such a frivolous request as dying in a hundred years, you can only get a small satisfaction, such as how and where you lost your life." ”

"I'm glad to have been given such an honor," Rhaegar said in a high-voiced voice, "In that case, I hope you will be able to grant my insignificant wish—" His voice suddenly lowered, and Tula couldn't even hear what he was saying.

"Raise your voice," the monster roared, "let me hear your last wishes." ”

"My wish is," Rhaegar looked up at the giant Tula, a mocking smile on his face, "to have you and your messenger of the Lord be stuffed into the gutter by the side of the road." ”

Before Tula could wake up from the sudden insult, cyan flames burst out without warning from Rhaegar as the center, sweeping through an area nearly 100 meters in diameter in an instant, and the demonic beasts that surrounded him and whose minds were controlled were consumed by this terrible magical fire before they could react.

This is one of the only two seventh-order magic that Rhaegar currently has in his hands, and unlike the swamp spell that is mainly used to set traps, this spell called Firestorm by mages has a terrifying attack power, and in thousands of degrees of heat, anything within the scope of magic will be horribly burned, and even metal will not escape the fate of melting.

Such an attack was certainly nothing to Tula, who fed on lava, except for the small discomfort caused by the shock wave formed by the flames at the beginning, and the ensuing heat was more like a shower for him.

However, when it found that its hard-working men had suffered heavy casualties in the raid, and that the culprit who had done all this had already rushed out of the encirclement and was running towards the outer reaches of the jungle, anger finally ignited in the monster's heart, and Tula roared, his heavy body swept across the ground like a hurricane, chasing Rhaegar at full speed. Wherever it passed, neither the surviving demonic beasts nor the hundred-year-old giant trees could hinder it in the slightest.

Tula was furious, not only for Rhaegar who had deceived him, but also for his own carelessness - he knew that the mages were despicable creatures, but he ignored this because of the humility of the other party at first. What made it even more angry was that despite its rage, it couldn't kill the mage, because then it would never be able to achieve its plans.

A plan that might set it free.

Five days ago, in the Seventh Order Proving Ground, Tula's lair was here.

The rock-made monster stared at the mage in front of him. Although the tiny creature resembled grass next to a giant tree compared to it, and it seemed that a single pat could turn him into a pile of meatloaf, Tula did not despise the other party.

Hundreds of years ago, when he was still a young Tula and still reigning in his own territory, it was some people in the same costume as the creatures in front of him who captured him in this unknown space, and it was then that Tula first saw the horror of these creatures: they may be weak themselves, but they can somehow obtain power that even it does not admire, and in the face of such power, even it has no chance to escape.

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