"They're in trouble. Rhaegar left Willy's front without a trace, and for a split second probed the distance, "Those creatures are clearly not suitable for a warrior to deal with. ”

The moment Rhaegar left, Willy had leapt from the ground with agility, and with the help of the divine power she had received, she knew what was happening almost at the same moment.

"I think I can deal with that stuff. "The 'female' warrior said casually, as if it was not she who was still crying with joy just now, but her actions betrayed herself—at the same time as she said this, she had already rushed into the fog of 'Meng' and 'Meng', as if there was something behind her that made her have to escape.

In the thick fog about a hundred meters away from the two of them, Tomahawk, Nack, and Heim stood in a triangle back to back, staring intently ahead of them. For them now, the 'fog' is no longer a problem, even with their eyes closed, these warriors can easily distinguish the sound of insects crawling within a dozen meters around them, and only when facing a real strong enemy, they will be so nervous.

"Brave coward!" continued the dwarf to growl, "you deserve to hide in the 'yin' ditch and be in the company of those rats and cockroaches! the most timid kobold is a hundred times braver than you..." With the tacit cooperation of his companions, the sneak attacker, who was 'provoked' by the taunts of the Tomahawk and thought that there was an opportunity, paid a heavy price.

At the same time as the scream came out, the dwarf's body suddenly merged with the giant axe in his hand, and the spinning double-edged axe quickly slashed in the direction from which the scream came from, and a cry ten times worse than the previous one immediately sounded in the mist.

On the other side, while the dwarves and spirits were focused on destroying their enemies, Nack, who had been standing quietly, suddenly let out a thunderous roar that caused the white mist in front of him to tumble and dissipate like a cloud blown by the wind, and in the midst of this roar, the sub-giant's massive warhammer had slammed into what seemed to be nothing but air somewhere in front of him at incredible speed.

As if the air bag was leaking, Nack hit the target at the same time, and at the location where he hit, it seemed that a dense cloud of air suddenly expanded, and the air 'wave' made the white fog extremely thin in a very short time, and the ground could almost be seen, but then, these gaps were filled by the surrounding fog.

"It's the Mist Demon," a transparent shield kept the white mist two meters away from Rhaegar and Willy, and through magic, the geist easily sensed everything that was happening not far away, "These creatures can only survive in places of fog all year round, they can assimilate their bodies to the mist, and when in this state, there are very few things that can hurt them." As creatures that thrive on mist, they have a short lifespan of only one year, and there is only one way to prolong their lives - to keep killing other creatures and taking their life energy for themselves. ”

"It seems that you have indeed made great progress," Rhaegar said to Willy, "it is clear that you have surpassed the pinnacle that mortal warriors can reach, in fact, even in the age of the gods, except for a few warriors who have been endowed with divine powers by the gods, you are enough to be called 'elite'. ”

"I am praised and excited. Willy said with a smile as she burst out of Rhaegar's protective circle and ran towards her companions, as a piercing chill emanated from around her body, turning into wisps of gossamer that stretched out in all directions, and where these gossamers passed, translucent, differently shaped ice sculptures continued to form in the mist.

As the god of ice and cold, the goddess of ice and snow overlaps with the god of water in terms of authority - ice and snow are the solid form of water, and water can also be seen as melting ice and snow, which also makes the water god Wens, who is also the enemy of the god of judgment, and the god of ice and snow never become friends. However, in any case, it is undeniable that this 'female' god has no less control over water than the water god, and she has the cold qi that can freeze all liquids, although Wei Li has obtained less than one-ten-thousandth of the divine power in her heyday, those fog demons composed of white fog and water vapor in the air still can't escape the fate of being frozen.

The heavy casualties finally made these intellectually retarded monsters realize that the creatures in front of them were not their prey, and as the white mist faded, the fog demons moved away from these terrible enemies, and in the process, Rhaegar never got a chance to strike.

Almost as soon as the fog demons retreated, a spatial 'door' suddenly and silently opened in front of Rhaeggar.

"You're looking for us," an old voice came from the 'door', "come in with your friends and take the final test." ”

Rhaegar did not hesitate in the face of the invitation from the adjudicators, "Wait for me here," he said to his companions, who were rushing to him, "I will be back soon." ”

"I don't think you heard what he said," Willy quickly interrupted, "and he said let's all go in. "The 'female' warrior didn't say anything more, turned around and took the lead towards the 'door' of space.

"Even now, we may still seem bad to you," Nack said softly as he walked past Rhaeggar, "but no matter what, we won't leave our friends alone." ”

To Rhaegar's surprise, there was no danger behind the 'door' of the space, it was just an ordinary stone room, except that there were no 'doors' and windows, there was nothing different.

"You've proven your strength," the old voice sounded again, "I have to admit that most of our arrangements have been difficult to achieve in the face of a forbidden mage and a warrior who has obtained the inheritance of divine powers, so after consideration, we have decided to let you go straight to the final test." ”

Five identical cups appeared in the air in front of everyone.

"These glasses are filled with the best spirits—" Before the old voice could say the following, the wine-smelling Tomahawk had done what any dwarf who hadn't touched a good wine in a decade would do.

"Thank you very much," he said, picking up the glass suspended in front of him and drinking the wine inside, "I happen to be a little thirsty." ”

However, the glass of wine did not satisfy him, but instead aroused his bigger ***, the dwarf looked at the wine glasses in front of the others with dissatisfaction, "I don't think you are interested in these wines," said Tomahawk, "You should not mind if I drink them all." By the time he said this, all the glasses had already bottomed out.

"You have drunk all the wine," and only then did the old voice say in a trembling voice, "you have drunk all the wine. He seemed so shocked by this that he repeated the same words twice.

A flash of light flashed through Rhaeggar's mind, and some of the memories buried in the deepest part of his soul resurfaced.

Konogarn, an ancient game once popular among mages in the Age of the Gods, in which one player fills a glass with a drink that imposes different 'sex' magic, and then asks the other party to use the 'sex' that cancels each other out for a specified time limit to create a real drink without magic. At the end of the game, the victorious mages tend to drink the drinks as a reward for themselves, and before drinking, they usually say "Konogarn" – an ancient toast – to the other in exchange for a friendly gesture, hence its name.

The game is not complicated, but the difficulty is far greater than one might think: participants first have to determine what kind of 'sex' magic the other person is casting through a meagre 'wave' of energy, and then they have to distinguish between the different genera contained in each spell The amount of magical energy, and the need to calculate the most correct blending ratio and sequence in a very short time, and finally, to complete their practice accurately within the stipulated time, is undoubtedly an excellent way for mages to test their ability to perceive, analyze, calculate, and actually 'operate'.

However, it is not these things that are really tested, what this game really tests is the trust of mages, and only those who fully trust each other and believe that the other party will not use the opportunity of the game to harm themselves in the drink will play such a game. In ancient times, there was another unwritten criterion for judging the outcome of this game: when one player did not hesitate to drink all the drinks offered by the other at the beginning of the game, the victory would automatically belong to him, but alas, since it was created, no one has been able to do this, and doubting everything has become the instinct of almost all mages.

"It tastes good," Tomahawk said, recalling the taste of the long-lost wine, as he spoke into the air, "but I prefer the dwarves themselves to make it." ”

"Have we passed the test?" Rhaegar asked calmly, "Or, play Konogarn again?"

The wall in front of them suddenly disappeared, and a space filled with soft light appeared in front of everyone, "Say what you want." The old voice said.

God of the Storm.

Ten years of time have left no trace on it, and in the minds of the people, this mysterious and majestic tower is still one of the most powerful mage towers in the entire civilization, and in a sense, even more powerful than in the hands of its previous master—compared to Carson's retreat, Villar has undoubtedly pursued a different policy, and for ten years, the mages from the god of storms have been active in the surrounding countries, directly or indirectly holding the supreme power of these countries.