"You'll be glad you made today. "But for now, I'm going to tell you who I really am, and I'll be happier if you stick to that decision after that," Rhaegar said. He paused, then said, "Rhaegar, master of the Storm God. ”

On this continent, the name Rhaegar is not uncommon, although it is not uncommon, and there are at least a thousand people who call it in St. Endos. But for a *** master, this is not enough to make him lose his vigilance because of this, when he heard that the master of the god of the storm has the same name as his own mentor, Nuo Sen tried all the methods to find out the details of the other party, but because of Rhaegar's always low-key, more importantly, when he used a special method he learned to venture close to the god of the storm to investigate, he did not find a soul 'wave' movement similar to the characteristics of the imprint buried in his soul- After a long and arduous effort, Northon was unable to get rid of the brand, but he was able to use it to some extent to perceive the presence of his mentor - he finally ruled out the possibility of a connection between the two, and it was for this reason that he dared to organize a bloody night against a behemoth like the god of storms.

Unbeknownst to Northan, however, when he began to investigate, his mentor was advancing in the realm of the undead.

"I'm willing to do as you say," after a moment of silence, Northon finally spoke, the sweat on his forehead visible in the light of the magic light, "what do you want me to do?"

Rhaegar chuckled softly. Although Norson's choice meant handing over the mage organization he had created to the hands of a terrible enemy, he was not surprised, this *** master may be a genius in magic, but that does not mean that his quality is impeccable, in fact, Norson's ambition far exceeds anyone's expectations, and his thirst for power allows him to do anything, including betraying those who trust him. When he was young, when his knightly dream was shattered, this kind of *** was well suppressed, and when he discovered the existence of magic and found that he could get everything he hoped for from another way, this *** was like a seed sown in the field on a 'spring' day, which germinated irrepressibly, and to this day, this seed has grown into a towering tree, and nothing can stop it.

But Rhaegar loves this kind of ***.

There is never a creature in this world that does not have a little bit of ***, even the gods are surrounded by all kinds of ***, *** is the driving force for creatures to move forward, and it is also the key for the superior to be able to '' them. Northam's *** made him not hesitate to make enemies of the Storm God, just to be able to get everything he wanted from those who opposed the rule of the Storm God, and now, a better and easier opportunity was in front of him: his teacher was the master of the Storm God, he was the first disciple of the teacher, and he was only one step away from the forbidden mage*** Division, his decision to allow the Mage Tower to get rid of those hostile to it, and to make its rule in the land stronger, these chips are enough to give him more power than the emperor in this organization that transcends the state. Rhaegar did not believe in Northam's loyalty, but he believed that with such a prospect, the latter would do what he wanted.

"You will become the senior deacon of the Central Mage Tower," Rhaegar said, "there, you will find that you will get ten times more than you do now, you will have countless possessions, a large number of precious magic experiment materials for you to ask for, those kings will be terrified by the look of you, you can have a better environment to cultivate, if you are lucky enough, maybe you can become a forbidden mage in a few decades." ”

The prospect outlined by these words with a hint of 'spirit' power made Northon's blood boil, although he still bowed his head respectfully, his expression was as calm as ever, and the feverish look at the ground was enough to speak for him.

"The Forgotten Jungles of the South are buried treasures of the Age of the Gods," Rhaegar continued, "and those treasures include certain powerful weapons that can increase your strength tenfold, allowing you to easily defeat the Storm God's Northern Mage Tower and rival the Central Mage Tower behind it." He looked at Northon, who looked up and looked at him with a sense of understanding, and continued: "You got that treasure map from some dying adventurer, and after years of careful verification, you have confirmed the true 'sex' of this rumor and found a relatively safe path. But there is undoubtedly a danger there, and in order to ensure that these treasures can be retrieved smoothly, you will need a lot of manpower, and all the core backbones of the bloody night are your helpers, and you will lead them there. ”

A map made of animal skins appeared in Rhaeggar's hand and floated towards Norsen under the influence of magic, and the next moment, Northan, who had fully understood the teacher's intentions, reached out and took the map. "I'll take them there," Northon assured, "and they'll never get out of that jungle again." ”

Rhaegar nodded slightly, appreciating his disciple's comprehension ability, "Take this." He handed a gem to Northson, "This gem will keep you in touch with me at all times, and at the same time save your life in times of danger - I've carved something small into it, crush it in a critical moment, and you'll get a chance to escape." ”

Taking the magic gem and feeling the mysterious and subtle magic 'waves' on it, Northon had no doubt about the magical power contained in the gem, which made him much less worried about the teacher breaking his promise after achieving his goal.

"I hope you can bring me good news," Rhaeggar's figure slowly faded in the cave, "When we meet again, either you will get everything I promised, or you will be completely destroyed, it's all up to you." ”

Throughout, Rhaegar didn't say anything about his imminent journey to the Forgotten Jungle, and the first disciple he had taken, along with all of the latter's elites, would serve as bait and cannon fodder to attract the attention of the Lightning Spirit and his men, paving the way for him and his companions.

Looking at the teacher's disappearing figure, Nuosen's eyes flashed with an indescribable strange light. He wasn't unaware of the dangers of this mission, but he knew better that if he refused or tried to play any tricks in the course of his mission, his plan would end a hundred times worse than if he fell into the mouth of a monster, and that Rhaegar was able to easily find him in this place where no one else knew about it, but it only showed one thing: he was never free from the grip of his mentor. Before, perhaps because he didn't feel the need, maybe the time had not come, Rhaegar didn't reach out to him, which gave him a forgivable excuse for everything he had done, but from this moment on, if he still wanted to have any bad thoughts, the only thing that awaited him would be a terrifying punishment - the knowledge and strength of the mages were enough to make him the most terrible torture master in the world.

"Everyone in this world is a pawn," Northon thought, "the difference is that some pawns can be discarded. He took a deep breath and a hint of an intriguing smile appeared on his face, and at this moment, he finally made up his mind to faithfully carry out the teacher's order - since he had made a chess piece, he must make a chess piece that would not be abandoned.

- before he has the ability to get off the board and become a new chess player.