"Infinite clones?" said the dwarf who was cast by the 'fine' casting, "I have heard legends about this casting method, and only a craftsman like Divine Whisper and Kroll can create artifacts with this ability, and these artifacts can be divided into several clones under certain conditions, each of which has the same power as the main body. ”

"That's right," Rhaegar nodded, "imagine that when Tren's Arrow is 'shot' by the Aror Bow, you will not be faced with a single arrow, but thousands of locust-like arrows that can even threaten the safety of the Divine Arrow, and no such Divine would like to see such a scene, including the 'Spirit' God himself, which is why he refuses to give the Divine Arrow to mortals." ”

"What if Heim finds that cursed arrow?" "Nack asked worriedly, "Will the curse on it hurt him?"

"In the absence of anyone to '' it, the curse will only work on the water monster. Rhaegar said patiently, "Moreover, after the fall of the Spirit God, Heim, who possesses the bow of Tren, is the owner of the Arrow of Trent - I should have thought of this a long time ago, in that case, we could have avoided this battle altogether, and the Spirit alone could easily kill all the water demons with a curse, of course, it may cost some 'money' to bear it." ”

"What about the other cursed arrows?" asked Willy, "and they will also be taken back by Heim at the same time, and if so, will the water monsters no longer be cursed?"

"There's an organic whole between the clones, they're like different parts of a machine," Rhaegar looked into the distance, where Heim had stopped somewhere, apparently the 'elf' had already discovered, "You can drive the entire machine, but when you're running low, you can only use a portion of it for you." Haim wasn't good enough to retrieve all the arrows, but as time went on, he would have a chance. As for the water monsters, who cares what happens to them?"

A soft wave of energy swept through the entire mountain 'cave' at this time, and everyone had a feeling of bathing in the 'spring' wind, Rhaegar looked up at Haim in the distance, a long green arrow in his hand, slowly approaching the bow of Aror in the other hand.

"You seem to have succeeded," Rhaegar said after the bow and arrow came together and disappeared from the hands of the spirits, "I must congratulate you, and perhaps in many years, you will become the new god of the spirits." ”

"I just want to be a good spirit," replied Heim, "at least for a few hundred years." "The magic shield around his body has disappeared at some point, and in its place is a sphere of faint green light, which effectively protects the 'spirit' from the surrounding water, poisonous gas, and heat.

"I found this as well. Heim handed Rhaegar a box, "I think you'll be interested in it." ”

From the outside, it was just an ordinary box, but it was able to stay intact in the molten lava, which was enough to prove that it was extraordinary, and Rhaegar could clearly feel the tremendous energy contained on it, and it was clear that the box was being protected by a powerful magic.

"There must be some important secret hidden here," Rhaegar said, looking at the long box in his hand, "it's obvious that it was sunk with the ship in a shipwreck and picked up by the water gonies - the magic on it is not part of any 'elf' spell system, and I think we'd better work out how to open it when we get back to Blackstone." ”

It was an ordinary piece of parchment, judging by its yellowed complexion, it had been in this world for at least a few decades - not counting the time it had been lying in the box where the magic of preserving objects had been applied - and in any part of the mortal world, such an old, unremarkable paper would not have been taken seriously, yet at this moment, it had captured the whole of Rhaeggar's mind.

The geist looked at the parchment in his hand, and under his ability to deduce hundreds of millions of times more than ordinary people, the lines and symbols with obscure meanings drawn on it were constantly permutated and combined in his mind, and finally, after experimenting and eliminating countless possibilities, he finally got the answer he wanted.

It was a map, and Rhaegar was able to determine its origin while seeing the pattern floating in his mind. The next moment, he whispered a mantra, and the lines and symbols on the parchment moved rapidly like little living insects, and a few seconds later, a map exactly like the one in his mind appeared on the parchment. This is the parchment as it is, the misaligned symbols are the result of the deliberate misarrangement of the symbols, and it is clear that the person who gets the map does not want to be recognized.

The map was magically disguised and protected by a forbidden mage no less powerful than his own, which was enough to arouse Rhaegard's interest, and he scrutinized the map, trying to recognize the places marked on it, and when his gaze fell on a place in the center of the map that was specially marked with a red dot, a strange feeling appeared in his mind for no apparent reason.

"What did you find?" "At some point, Heim, who had been focused on discovering the potential of Tren's arrows since his return, woke up from his meditation, walked behind Rhaegar and looked at the map, "This shouldn't be anywhere on this continent," he said, "In the heyday of the Elves, our explorers traveled all over the continent, and based on those records and my experience, this continent would never have such a terrain." ”

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Rhaegar said, turning back to his companion, "but I don't think there's anything beyond the mortal realm here. At the same moment he relayed information about the map to all the explorers who had signed a slave contract with him, "Find the place on the map," he commanded in his mind, before turning to Haim, "I have a matter to discuss with you." "His eyes gleamed, and whenever he looked like this, the members of the team knew that this geist must be coming up with some new plan.

"The curse of the 'spirit' god possesses a magical power," Rhaegar continued, "and anyone who is cursed by this curse, after they are killed by the curse, will not be able to return to the underworld, but will be absorbed by the carrier of the curse - for this tribe of water demons, the arrows of Tren are the final destination of their souls. Rhaegar looked at Heim and finally said his request: "I need you to give me some of these souls, they will replace the sea creatures to replace the geisms, you know, these souls affected by the cursed power are far more powerful than ordinary souls, one such soul will replace at least two or three geismans, which will undoubtedly increase our efficiency, and I am in dire need of a large number of explorers to find the place marked on the map for me." I have a feeling that maybe I'll find what I need there. ”

"But these souls will be of great use to you, too," Rhaegar continued, "and they will gradually merge into your arrows, and when they are all absorbed, Tren's arrows will create an arrow soul that will at least double its power. ”

"What do I need to do?" Before Rhaegar could finish speaking, the Spirit had already interrupted him, "Tell me, how can I 'get' those souls out of Tren's Arrows?"

"Just a little magic," Rhaegar said, "it won't be a long time coming." ”

The realm of the undead.

Rhaegar slowly floated on the desolate land of this gray 'colored' world, and under the appearance that was no different from ordinary geistes, his 'spirit' divine power had covered thousands of square kilometers of this area, and his abilities had been greatly improved in this undead world.

It was the fourth time in a month that he had been here. Haim's help has greatly increased the speed at which he can create Explorers, but at the same time, he has had to travel frequently between the mortal world and the undead world in order to obtain the raw materials for his production, and in the past few months, Rhaegar has visited this world at least twenty times, and tens of thousands of geists have been marked and replaced by him to the mortal world. Perfect disguise, combined with the high undead's disregard for low-level creatures like geistes, had left his actions completely unnoticed, and now he was going on the biggest hunt of his plans - the experiments and deductions had given him enough experience to bring back enough material to help him soon discover a way to create a solo Explorer, freeing his companions from tedious and tedious work.

Letting the winds of the undead blow itself off into the distance, Rhaegar moves forward like a paper kite that flies with the wind, a unique way of travel for geismos, a world where only those who have no substance can enjoy flying with the wind if they have any senses.

A geist with the same translucent body appeared within Rhaegar's perceptual range, they were also passengers in the free carriage of the Undead, and every time they entered the area covered by Rhaeggar's 'spirit' divine power, an invisible mark would quietly melt into their body, but these lowly undead were unaware of the trap, they just floated aimlessly with the wind, and then, after getting bored, left the undead wind.

The geyrs came and went, and the others joined and left, and the process was a godsend for Rhaegar to hunt, all he had to do was 'swing' forward in the wind, and then wait for his prey like a web-bound spider - this had become an important means of hunting for him for some time, and in just a few hours, at least a few hundred geists had unknowingly fallen into his trap.

But such a number was not enough for Rhaegar this time, although there was no indication that his actions had been detected by other powerful undead, and he could not guarantee that he would never be detected when he traversed space so frequently, and out of caution, Rhaegar made up his mind that after getting enough prey this time, he would rest for a considerable period of time.