"I'd like to introduce you to my new subordinate, Northson, a tenth-order mage. While Rhaegar was introducing himself, Northon bent down to the explorers from different races in front of him, giving him the courtesy of a mage, but there was a hint of unease in his heart again - Rhaegar did not publicly declare himself to be his student, indicating that he had not yet been fully accepted by him, and it was clear that this trip to the temple would be a crucial test.

"What's the situation out there?" Willy asked, "What about the monsters?" In the team that was lucky enough to enter the depths of the jungle and escaped the pursuit of the monsters led by the Magic Elephant, all but them were sniped by the Temple Guards, and if it weren't for the leadership of Rhaegar and the guidance of the King's Sword, they would have been equally difficult to get rid of these monsters with a terrifying sense of agility in the Forgotten Jungle.

"Those adventurers have entangled them," Rhaegar replied, "All we have to do now is wait, wait for the best time to come." His gaze fell on Haim's face, who was now staring at the ground with no expression at all, as if he had no notice of his partner's actions.

"Do we have to do this?" Willy said with some uneasiness as she looked at Heim with a slight hesitation, "Perhaps, we can stop those 'spirits', or choose another way......"

"It's the best option," said Heim before Rhaegar could reply, "Even if we can't destroy the Lightning Spirit, which will be enough to weaken it to the greatest extent, we'll wait here." "There was a sparkle of determination in the eyes of this 'spirit' spirit," Rhaegar was right, they were just corpses without thoughts and souls, and I believe that even the owners of these corpses would not object to using them to help their fellow citizens. ”

Sacrificing the corpse of an ancestor is not an honorable thing for any intelligent race, in fact, in many races and countries, ancestral cemeteries are even considered the most sacred places, and the ancient 'elf' spirits are one of them, even the 'elven' king, it is not easy to make such a decision.

Paying no attention to his companions' reactions, Heim silently turned around and walked under a giant tree, where he sat down, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

Hain stared a little distracted at the cemetery in front of him, where the heroes of the 'elf' spirit clan who had sacrificed their lives for countless years to protect their homeland were buried, and at the peak of the 'elf' kingdom, this was the most sacred place in the hearts of the elves of the elf, but now, no creature in this jungle will visit here. The handsome and pale face of the white-robed 'elf' spirit leader was expressionless, and beside him, nearly a hundred of his compatriots, as well as the people they hired from the Dark Night Regiment, were busy 'sticking' wooden sticks engraved with magic on those graves that no one had ever cared about, which was the product of thousands of years of painstaking efforts by the best mages of the white-robed 'elf' spirit clan, and it was also the key to whether they could realize the dreams of their ancestors for countless years.

"Everything is ready," a white-robed 'elf' spirit with a serious expression walked up to Hain and said, "All the magic pillars are installed in the designated place, shall we start immediately?"

There was a hint of melancholy in Hain's expression, and his gaze slowly swept over the faintly visible tombstones, due to the powerful magic of the ancient 'elf' spirits and the protection of the 'elf' spirit artifact, this cemetery was not disturbed by the destruction of the 'elf' spirit kingdom, and even those scavengers who lost their minds due to hunger did not touch the remains of the 'elf' spirit heroes. "Horselight," he whispered, reading the words on a tombstone: "Born in the year 27989 of the Century of the Gods, died in the year 39800 of the Century of the Gods, the red-haired 'elf' spirit, the mage, who, in order to defend the glory of the great god of nature, heroically slain twenty terrible devils and died with a great demon, whose soul will forever shone under the wings of the god of nature." ”

"Saradok," he began to recite another tombstone, "the white-robed 'elf' spirit, the priest, in order to protect the temple from the defilement of the evil gods, he summoned divine power at the cost of his life while the main force left, and destroyed the apostles of the evil gods......"

As he recited every word on each tombstone that could be read clearly, the gods of the white-robed spirits who had been slightly impatient began to become solemn, and some began to apply the noble rituals of the ancient kingdom of the spirits to these tombs, while others bowed their heads and saluted the heroes of their own race with the etiquette they had learned in human society. This atmosphere even infected the Night Regiment, who stopped what they were doing and stayed quietly in place, staring at the tombs that should have been their perfect targets for tomb robbing, praying for the spirits who died heroically.

"It's time to get to work," Hain said suddenly, as the last tombstone was read and everyone was immersed in the remembrance of the martyrs, "we must hurry, no one knows how long those greedy explorers will be able to hold off the monsters." He clapped his hands and shouted, "Hurry up, my compatriots, for the sake of the splendor of the white-robed 'spirit', let us turn that lowly summoned creature into cosmic dust! The spirits seemed to have long been accustomed to the drastic change in attitude of their prince, and they immediately resumed the work at hand, and began to urge the thieves of the Night Regiment around them, and a few minutes later, a magic circle containing all the magic pillars in the center, constructed by everyone, appeared at the edge of the cemetery.

"Don't forget our reward," said a small, fierce-looking black-clad thief before the ceremony began, "I want you to pay it now, or my companions will be very reluctant to participate in this ceremony." ”

The leader of the Dark Night Regiment was not 'blinded' by greed, and when he found out that what he and the others were digging was not a treasure that had been dug up beforehand, but only a desolate cemetery where countless corpses were buried, deep suspicions had taken root in his heart. While 'negotiating' with Hain, he had already informed all his subordinates through gestures, and the other hand quietly held the trigger of a crossbow arrow, which was made for him by a *** master, even a seventh-order mage could not resist the terrifying strong crossbow 'shot', and the poison 'medicine' on it was enough to kill a giant bear in a second. At the same moment, the thieves of the Black Night Regiment were also ready, and the poisonous throwing knives and short swords quietly came to the most suitable place for these assassination masters.