"I'll pay you," Hayne said calmly, "but only after the ceremony, it's our agreement." ”

"Our pact was to dig up the treasure, but now, I only see corpses here. "Even thieves have their own work ethic, and I have no intention of breaking my promise, but I must admit that the unusual conditions here disturb me, and I hope to be paid early if possible," said the leader of the Dark Nights. ”

"Well," Hain sighed, "since you're insisting..."

The spirits and thieves attacked each other at about the same time. As people who have lived on the verge of killing and being killed all year round, the thieves are undoubtedly more experienced in sneak attacks than the arrogant 'elves', and this experience makes them attack a little faster than the 'elves', but when the 'elves' assassins stab their opponents with full confidence, they are suddenly shocked to find that their strength has disappeared without a trace.

"It's poison!" The fate of the leader of the Dark Night Regiment was not much better than that of his men, and when he 'fired' the crossbow arrow, he lost all his strength, and before he fell to the ground, the thief finally understood why Hain recited the heroic deeds engraved on the tombstones so solemnly - not to remember his ancestors, but to let the poison 'medicine' spread better in the air and enter the thieves' bodies. There is no doubt that the spirits are ready to attack them, and even if they don't have that temporary request, they will kill all the thieves in the near future.

"Start now. Using the summoned magic shield to flick off the bolts that were fired at him, Hain commanded his men, "We don't have much time. "The spirits, who had easily outmaneuvered their opponents, quickly gouged out the hearts of the thieves with their daggers, arranging them in a bizarre pattern, and then the spirits sliced their wrists, letting the blood flow, and began to chant incantations.

A faint white 'color' light gradually appeared around each 'spirit' in the sound of the incantation, and after a few seconds, these rays converged into a white 'color' light, 'shooting' into the green 'color' blood that was slowly flowing on the ground, and the next moment, these faint white light blood seemed to be attracted to the heart placed in front of them - the 'spirits' intentionally reached the cemetery with just the same number of thieves - and made it start beating again, bursts of energy' The wave movement spread in all directions with the beating of the heart, and in an instant, the entire magically sealed cemetery was enveloped by the "wave" movement.

"It's now!" Hain shouted, raising the short sword in his hand and cutting off his left hand without hesitation, and the green 'color' of blood arrows flew out like arrows, turning into a cloud of blood mist in the air, and the originally rampaging and chaotic energy 'waves' immediately began to become regular, and they gathered towards the magic pillars one by one, and touched the magic symbols carved on them.

Dazzling light 'shoots' from the magic pillar, and the magic symbol containing magical power greedily attracts the energy emitted by the 'wave' like a black 'hole', and soon calms the air again. But this was only temporary, after absorbing all the 'wave' kinetic energy, those unsatisfied magic symbols turned their targets to the 'spirits' present, and bursts of gravity came out of the magic pillar, quickly sweeping the cemetery. Under the terrible gravitational pull, first the thieves' hearts, which had almost exhausted all their vitality, then the low vegetation on the ground, and finally the bodies of all the 'spirits', all turned into dust in the air, and all their energy had become food for the magic pillars.

"Great ancestors!" Hain threw away the short sword in his hand and raised his arms high, the arm that was still splattering blood seemed to have no effect on him, and the white-robed 'spirit' prince seemed to have turned into a 'spirit' statue at this moment, allowing the gravitational pull that swept the cemetery to turn his body into nothingness, but he remained motionless, "For the glory of his ancestors!" The 'spirit' spirit prince let out a final cry, and then completely disappeared into the air.

"How long are we going to wait?" said the tomahawk, "Why don't you just break in and finish that guy down?" The long wait made the dwarf lose his patience, and the proximity of a formidable opponent made his fighting spirit even higher.

"If you have the confidence to defeat ten of me at once," Rhaegar said, "I'd be happy to go in with you right now and defeat the Lightning Spirit." His words made the dwarf shut up for a moment, but soon, the tomahawk found the topic again, "Maybe they didn't make it to the graveyard at all," he said, "There are at least a hundred teams that have entered this jungle, and less than a tenth of them can enter the depths of the jungle, and under the attack of those monsters, even those survivors have no chance, I don't believe that those white-robed 'elves' have a forbidden mage and a companion with the sword of kings like us." ”

"They'll arrive," said Heim, who had not spoken, "they don't need to go deep into the jungle - the graveyard of the Immortals is in a secluded location far from the temple, protected by magic and artifacts, and no one can find or disturb their rest, except for the sacrifices of the 'spirits'." ”

"So," said Willy, "after figuring out the route, they only need to follow behind those adventurers, and those in front will naturally clear the way forward, and they can easily reach their destination." Her eyes swept over Rhaegar as she detected movement in the distance, "We'd better hurry up and rest now," she said to the tomahawk, who still looked a little impatient.

"I've got a lot of energy," Heim said, shaking the double-edged axe in his hand, "I just hope I can do it as soon as possible...... "A meteor brighter than the sun roared across the sky and threw itself into the jungle not far from his friends. The whole world seemed to fall silent at this moment, and the insects, birds, and wind that could be heard everywhere in the jungle all disappeared without a trace at this moment, and then, half a second later, like the sea in a storm, the ground began to shake violently, and at the same time, the deafening loud noise hit people's eardrums mercilessly, and the dust like angry waves rose into the sky, obscuring the sky within a radius of tens of kilometers. Everyone, including the irritable Tomahawk, was temporarily silent at this moment, and everyone's hearts were filled with a deep shock.

The 'spirit' spirit is a peculiar race, and all the 'spirit' spirits who die in battle will automatically produce some kind of magical energy in their bodies, and these energies, under the action of the artifacts and magic that protect the 'spirit' spirit cemetery, will automatically be transformed into the power to protect the cemetery, which is a huge and terrifying force, even the demigods dare not face this power directly, which is also the reason why the cemetery was still preserved after the destruction of the 'spirit' spirit kingdom. Now, under the influence of the magic of the white-robed 'elves', this power has been fully mobilized and turned into an attack magic with unprecedented power, and the thunder and lightning spirit that occupies the temple is the only target of this terrifying spell called the Wrath of the Heroic Soul by the white-robed 'elves' spirits.

"Can we go in now?" The terrible explosion that destroyed everything within seventy square kilometers shocked everyone, and for a while, the most eager Tomahawk just now asked uncertainly, "Kill that monster, if it can stop this terrible blow." ”

Without waiting for Rhaegar to answer, a flash of lightning swept through the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the sky above where everyone was. It was a shapeless, ever-changing, gleaming white sphere, and at this moment, the sphere was firmly above its companions, and even the dullest dwarf could feel the immense pressure emanating from it.