"If you think that this 'elf' spirit in front of you is with us and think that he has betrayed his bloodline," Rhaegar suddenly said, "That would be a huge mistake, in fact, this 'elf' spirit is far more noble than you think, and he has the power of God flowing through him. ”

At the geist's signal, Haim took the initiative to summon the Aror Bow from his body, and in the dim 'hole' of the tree, the creation of the 'spirit' god - what humans call the god of nature - shimmered green, and even the most dull person could feel the divine power contained therein.

"Alor Divine Bow," the sword spirit exclaimed in disbelief, "the treasure given to the hero Arrol by the god of 'spirits', only the true 'spirit' spirit can keep it, this is impossible, how can a person like you who is in the company of the undead and dwarves master it? Great 'spirit' spirit ancestor! Could it be that the long years have made my sanity problem?" The sword spirit, who obviously had the emotions of an intelligent creature, began to talk to himself incoherently, and his mind fell into unprecedented 'chaos' and 'chaos' at this moment.

This state of 'chaos' and 'chaos' lasted for about a few minutes, and eventually, when the sword spirit came to its senses again, the life that was conceived from the sword made its own decision.

"Listen," the sword spirit said solemnly to Haim, the pride in his voice had disappeared without a trace, "my time is running out, as a creature that lives on energy, the long years have drained most of my energy, and I must tell you everything before I disappear from this world." I don't know how you got the bow, but now that the treasure of the Spirit has approved of you, I take back what I said – you are still a noble and faithful red-haired spirit, the greatest royal family of spirits. ”

"The Spirit King left me here at the time of that great calamity," the Sword Spirit continued, "In fact, in that disaster, the Spirit had a chance to defeat the Spirit of Thunder and Lightning, but pride made them miss the opportunity. My mission is to wait for the warriors of the surviving spirits to arrive, and then tell them the secret of how to defeat that demon, and choose a new king from among them, so that I can lead this great race to glory again. But my king underestimated the power of the spirit of thunder and lightning, and this evil fellow discovered the king's intentions, and while the great king threw me here with his last strength, it closed this tree 'hole' with a spell, and for thousands of years, I could only stay in this isolated place, waiting for my chance to be free. ”

"The Thunderbolt Spirit does not belong to this world, the Spirits have summoned it from some unknown space, and are trying to turn its vast energy into their own eternal source of power. They failed, but at least they managed to do a little - the spirit of thunder and lightning was combined with magic and a crystal with magical powers, it was no longer the disembodied existence beyond the constraints of the laws of this space, it became a member of this space, and it would also be destroyed by the weapons of this space. Despite being ignorant of the outside world, I believe that the spirit of thunder and lightning should have rarely left that temple for many years, its essence was bound there, and if that essence was destroyed, it would disappear forever, and the key to destroying its essence, that is, the crystal, was the sword of kings, and in this world, only this sword could destroy that crystal. ”

There was a hint of exhaustion in the Sword Spirit's tone, "Come here, pull up this sword, you will be the new king of the 'Spirits', use it to defeat the Thunderbolt Spirit, and regain the hometown that belongs to the 'Spirit'." "Its voice faded into thin air, and finally disappeared into thin air—after using most of the little energy it had left to kill Heim, and being severely damaged by Willy's ice and snow powers, the spirit created by the 'spirit' finally drained all its power and reverted to nothingness.

Akavins subconsciously shook his long nose, and the boulders blocking the path of the thick elephant's trunk were turned into stone chips by its unintentional movements, and the towering ancient trees that might not be able to fall even if they were cut down for a month with a giant axe fell to the ground one by one, and the birds and beasts that inhabited the forest fled in all directions, lest they be 'affected', and even some powerful magical beasts had to retreat before this terrifying might.

However, Akavinth did not notice this, and the leader of the Golem was completely immersed in his own thoughts, and the number one of the Thunderbolt Spirits was now full of worries: although every year there were people who broke into the jungle driven by profit, even the number of people in the past thousand years combined was not half that of this month, and what was more serious was that all the intruders, regardless of their strength, showed a certain unimaginable courage, they were not afraid of hardship, they were not afraid of death, and any creature that stood in their way would be attacked with near-fanaticism, even if they were all killed, A large number of powerful demonic beasts have fallen under the hands of crazy adventurers, and some adventurers' footsteps have even 'approached' the warning range set by the spirit of thunder and lightning.

As the most powerful monster in the Forgotten Jungle, although being able to get close to the temple itself speaks to the strength of those adventurers, Akavins doesn't have too many worries about these creatures themselves - it's just that the combined strength of the Demon Elephant clan is enough to keep these invaders coming and going, and in this territory ruled by the Thunderbolt Spirit, there are at least five or six groups of monsters with the same ability - and its real concern comes from its own master. It was well aware that if the adventurers crossed the cordon, even if it was only a small step, the sleeping Thunderbolt Spirit would be awakened, and there would be only one consequence: all the intruders would die, and as the acting lord of the territory, it would suffer the wrath of its master along with those who intervened.

The thought terrified it, for over the years the Golem had seen too many of its companions suffer terrible punishments for disobeying their master's will, and for these poor creatures, death would be a long and difficult affair, and Akavinth would never want to be one of them.

But it's not easy to avoid this from happening. Although even the combined strength of all the adventurers is not enough to compete with the monsters in the jungle, their scattered and flexible way of traveling, the vast area of the jungle, the complex terrain in the territory, and the map that these little insects have obtained from somewhere, making it extremely difficult to catch them, and the unruly and uncooperative 'temperament' of the monsters makes it even more difficult to operate. Even with the coordination of Akavins himself, there were still quite a few 'holes' in the hunting activities of the monsters, and even though six teams of adventurers had been eliminated, according to the Demon's estimates, at least the same number of teams were still constantly approaching the temple's cordon.