Unbeknownst to Crewe, while he and his men were battling the monsters, Norson, who was supposed to lead another team to the temple, was in the same bitter battle as the supreme leader of the bloody night.

"Where did these monsters come from?" Hawke, the third person in the bloody night, who is also a ninth-order mage, desperately cast his magic under the protection of the 'squire' samurai, and the meteors of flames like a storm swept through the sky and fell into the swarming monsters, "Their number is at least five times ours, do we still want to move on?" He asked Northon beside him loudly, and now he didn't care about the effect on morale, and if he didn't make a decision soon, everyone would probably die here.

Instead of answering his assistant's question immediately, he made a quick gesture, and a huge cloud of cold air then appeared among the monsters, and the eighteen or nineteen monsters suddenly turned into vivid ice sculptures, which was the largest single result of a bloody night since the beginning of the war. But the leader of the bloody night didn't care about it, he frowned and thought earnestly.

However, the Tenth Order Mage was not thinking about whether or not to retreat, or how to retreat to minimize casualties, he was just thinking about whether he had met the requirements of the Mentor. Northon's hand snuck into his pocket, where there was a magic gem from his mentor, and though it was unclear what kind of magic it contained, he knew that if Rhaegar really tried to save him, it would be enough to save him from the crisis in front of him.

"It's time," Northon thought, "Eighty percent of the 'elite' were dispatched this time in Bloody Night, and now only two teams are still alive, less than one-tenth of the total number of people at the time of departure, and those who survive will definitely not last long under the siege of these monsters." A flash of loss flashed through his mind – it was not easy for anyone to destroy the organization he had created and the tools he had created to achieve his dreams. But this loss soon vanished without a trace: as soon as he returned to his mentor's side, even if the latter did not trust him at first, he was still confident that he would eventually be reused, and as Rhaegar's first, and by far the most talented and youngest disciple, he would be the strongest contender for the heir of the god of storms. The flame of ambition flickered in Northon's eyes, and with confidence in the future, he crushed the magic gem.

"So, that's all you have now?" Rhaegar looked at the dazed mages and warriors behind Northon and asked seemingly nonchalantly, "Where are the rest?" The poor survivors still didn't know what was going on at this point, and just when they were on the edge of their lives, as their leader crushed a gem, a tall *** master in a yellow 'colored' robe suddenly appeared here as if he had been summoned. Then, the monsters that seemed invincible to them fell defenselessly under the attack of the other like autumn crops, and after that, their leader actually knelt before the mage and called him a teacher.

"We were forced to split into teams so as not to be caught by the monsters," Norson replied respectfully, "but most of them still managed not to escape, and I believe that there are no survivors of the bloody night but us." ”

"Good. "Before the mages and warriors could figure out the meaning of these words, a huge cow-like creature appeared behind them, and a scorching wave of qi 'shooted' out of its mouth, instantly turning more than half of the people into ashes in the air, and at the same time, another lion-like beast with a single horn appeared in front of the survivors, and their souls were then drawn away from their bodies as if they were attracted by a black 'hole', and were swallowed by the terrible beast.

"Well done. Rhaegar withdrew her shadow and patted Merr's head approvingly. The latter roared in a coquettish whisper, looking contented - the innate ability of the Divine Beast Clan made it easy to devour those souls, and it was definitely the best tonic for it.

"So," the geist turned his head and said to his disciple, "that you have wiped out all your companions?"

"I have faithfully carried out the task of your 'handover'," said Northan, bowing his head, "St. Endos' is no longer a threat to the Storm God. ”

"Not before. An invisible pressure emanated from Rhaegar's body, firmly covering Northon who was kneeling on the ground, and the mountain-like pressure made this powerful mage like a bird's egg under the weight of a boulder, ready to shatter at any moment, "To the god of storms, you and your companions are just a minor nuisance, they don't pose any threat to it at all, a nasty little bug, sometimes it can be a little bothersome, but that's all, that's what you really say." He eased some of the pressure, allowing Northon to breathe, "If you weren't my disciple, if you hadn't made the right choice in the first place, maybe I'd have had a little more effort, but by the time I entered this jungle, you had become a corpse. ”

Northon could clearly feel the sound of bones in his body about to break, and his internal organs shared the fate of those bones, and the force that invaded his body tore them relentlessly, as if to tear his whole body apart from within.

However, Northon did not resist, and although the terrible pain was enough to drive any strong-willed person insane, he allowed it to wreak havoc on his body, tormenting his poor nerves, and the *** master knew very well that if his mentor did not do so in order to deter himself, he would have to worry - Rhaegar could cross the river and tear down the bridge and kill him with him after all the opponents had been eliminated.

"I still need you now," Rhaegar retracted his strength after believing that the other party was sufficiently intimidated, as he expected it, "Your future will depend on your performance, come with me now." ”

Northon silently straightened up and walked towards his mentor, his head bowed at all times, like the humblest servant facing his master, and no one could see the glint in his eyes that looked at the ground.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time," Heim said to Rhaegar as he arrived somewhere near the temple cordon, and the normally calm spirit was starting to lose patience near the destination that was almost within reach, "Who is he?" he asked, looking at Northon who was behind the geist.

"Some small problems, some old friends are too enthusiastic and can't wait to meet us. Rhaegar said calmly, although they are partners in life and death, Rhaegar who is familiar with the 'temperament' of Haim and others is still unwilling to let them know what they have done - as the king of sub-giants, Nack may be understandable, but the 'spirit' spirit and others who have not yet taken on the burden of an organization or race will not accept his plan to send the enemy to death, it is one thing to kill the opponent on a frontal battlefield, and it is another thing to use 'yin' tricks to deal with unsuspecting people.