Trying to restrain the headache that sounded like blowing his head apart, Haim barely opened his eyes, the harsh light made him feel the headache worse, and the usually calm and steady elf couldn't help but sigh and close his eyes again.

"Drink this," a voice said in his ear, "it will make you feel better." The elf, who was still unconscious, had no time to discern who the owner of the voice was, and instinctively drank the potion that had been passed to his mouth.

The magic potion quickly showed its effect, and after a minute, Haim felt his headache subside, he opened his eyes again, sat up from the ground, and began to survey his surroundings. The next moment, he was startled by the face with a red beard that appeared in front of him.

That's the face of a tomahawk.

"He doesn't seem to be happy to see me," said the dwarf with a frown at Heim's stunned appearance, "Maybe he's not fully awake yet?"

"The curse in him wasn't deep, but at least he needed some rest before he could regain his vision from reality. When Heim recognized the owner of the voice, the sound that made him drink the potion, an even greater shock took over his mind.

"What's going on?" the elf asked in a dry voice, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, "What is this place?"

"It's just a minor problem," Rhaegar said, "you've been cursed in the passage, and you've hallucinated in some way. ”

"If it weren't for him, you would have died there. The dwarf said bluntly, "When everyone left that passage, you were the only one wielding your sword like crazy, and it was Rhaegar who rescued you from the triggered." ”

Heim struggled to his feet, and looked somewhat blankly in the direction of the passage behind him, where a boulder of at least ten thousand pounds firmly blocked their retreat.

The elf's mushy mind finally cleared some thoughts, and it was clear that his terrible experience was just his own hallucination, and this hallucination was born out of his distrust of Rhaegar - subconsciously, this mage was still regarded by him as an enemy with ulterior motives.

He was well aware that he had not been able to hide this thought from the other party, and in fact, even though he had not spoken it, even the most sluggish dwarf in his companions could clearly feel his hostility towards Rhaeggar.

But this man saved him at a critical moment.

"That's not the only way out," Rhaegar said, "and when we get to the temple, we can leave through another pathway. He took the lead and walked forward, "We're almost there." ”

As his body walked in front of Haim, with the help of the ball of light above everyone's heads, the sharp-eyed elf noticed that the mage's face was unusually pale.

"It took a great deal of effort for him to wake you up from the illusion," Nack said to the elf at the end, "and when he finished his spell, we almost thought he was dying." ”

Heim did not speak, and the elf remained silent for the rest of the journey, but the hand that had been on the hilt of his sword never touched the weapon again.

The forgotten temple sits deep underground, its exterior covered in a labyrinth of pathways and traps, all of which had been on the periphery of the temple, and after about half an hour of continuous progress, through the last section of the tunnel shrouded in deadly gas, the explorers finally reached the entrance to the temple.

"The gods are above!" no one could describe the shock of the team at the sight of the majestic complex in front of them, and almost everyone exclaimed in the face of this miracle that only gods can create.

At the top of a cave that is hundreds of meters high and has a total area of no less than three square kilometers, a huge ball of light is suspended there, radiating like the sun, so that the entire cave is bathed in light forever. On the ground at the bottom of the cavern, seven large and small buildings are arranged in a staggered manner, forming a strange pattern, and even the most untalented person can feel the beauty and grandeur of these buildings that exude the charm of antiquity, and in front of them, the magnificent palaces built by the so-called masters are almost like graffiti by urchins.

However, this is not the most alarming.

Under the illumination of the ball of light, the seven buildings reflected seven kinds of light, and the rainbow-like light enveloped the entire temple, dazzling everyone. Through these rays of light, it was easy for the experienced explorers to see that the buildings were not built of ordinary materials, but were composed of gems of purity, uniform size, and color.

"It's hard to imagine," Willy whispered, "only the greatest gods can enjoy such honor, and I don't think we should spoil the tranquility here." ”

Her words resonated in the hearts of all, and no one wanted to be damaged in the slightest by her presence in the face of this wonderful thing that cannot be described in words.

As the group was mesmerized by the magnificent scenery in front of them, Legar strode towards the two marble pillars standing in front of the temple, and as he approached, a figure in a robe appeared between the stone pillars, known only to the elves who were well versed in ancient history, it was an ancient temple priest.

"Outsiders," the priest's voice resounded throughout the cavern, "stop your steps and don't disturb our temple. This is just a projection, and his mission is to warn those who trespass, "You can get the riches you want in the cave next to you and get out of here, but if you try to enter the temple, you will lose your life and your soul will be tortured forever." ”

The projection slowly disappeared, and the next moment, the seven-colored light in the temple became brighter, and a huge image of the god appeared in the air above the temple surrounded by light, he was wearing golden armor, black flames swirled around him, and the black pupils exuded supreme majesty.

The members of the team were the bravest warriors, and even a dragon could not make them fearful, but they could no longer maintain their courage and dignity in the face of the glory that belonged to the gods, first Nack, then the dwarves, and then Willy and the elves all fell to one knee and worshipped the gods with the highest courtesy.

Only Rhaegar was unaffected, and the black flames rose around his body again, and even the members of the team who were immersed in the power of the god noticed that this flame was so similar to the flames around the god, and under the gaze of everyone, the geist stepped step by step into the light that enveloped the temple.

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