Having eliminated his opponent, Rhaegar didn't stop long, his flame-encased body leaping high, streak a long trail of afterimages in the air, and in the blink of an eye he was at the side of the green-skinned monster besieging the tomahawk.

The unhealed Tomahawk had completely lost the ability to take the initiative to attack, and the only thing the belligerent dwarf could do now was defend with all his might, but under the fierce and strange attacks of his opponent, he had already been hit by a wooden stick several times, and if it weren't for the defensive magic cast by Rhaegar he would have been killed.

Rhaeggar's arrival didn't attract the attention of the monsters, who were so fast that they hadn't even sensed the death of their companions. The geist silently reached out and grabbed the necks of the two greenskins facing away from him, vaporizing them in an instant, and the next, when the dwarven's last opponent was surprised to find that his companion had suddenly disappeared, the black fireball that flew out of Rhaegar made it follow in the footsteps of the others.

It was only then that the remaining greenskins realized what had happened, the destruction of their compatriots and the fear of Rhaegar made them no longer scruples, and almost at the same moment, countless stenching green arrows shot out of their disgusting pustules, some at their opponents at war, and others into the air, where they twisted into a huge net and fell on Rhaegar who was swirled in black flames.

These green liquids are actually the bodily fluids of the greenskins, and their greatest feature is that they can turn any creature they come into contact with into a stone-like substance, and this change lasts depending on the amount of liquid hit by the target, as long as the amount reaches a certain level, even a powerful demon will not be able to escape the fate of turning into a stone statue forever.

But this attack also has its drawbacks: because it is made up of monsters' bodily fluids, the firing of water arrows is not unrestrained, in fact, a large number of shots like the current one is enough to weaken the strongest greenskins for at least a month, and in addition, the range of these liquids is not far, no more than twenty meters at most, and their penetration power is not strong, and a few centimeters thick oak plank can completely resist the impact of water arrows.

Bursts of white light flashed through the team's bodies, and Rhaegar's defensive magic came into full play, and the stinking liquid was blocked less than a centimeter away from the team, unable to move any further.

The black flames on Rhaegar's body suddenly became more and more vigorous at this moment, and several huge fire snakes flew up from his side, first evaporating all the green liquid that was falling, then hovering in the air for a while, and then flying towards the monsters who had almost collapsed due to the massive consumption of body fluids.

After being promoted to archmage, as the strength of his soul increased and he regained his own law, Rhaegar's ability to control the fire of judgment also improved, but compared to the infinitely powerful divine fire, his continuously transformed body still appeared fragile, and while the remnants of the green-skinned monster disappeared under the terrible fire serpent, the geist's body could no longer withstand the pressure of the divine fire, and countless blood arrows erupted from all parts of his fallen body.

The members of the team were stunned by what they saw, and everyone panicked as they watched blood gush out of Rhaeggar's body like a fountain of blood.

"No!" Willy screamed and threw herself at Rhaeggar's side, desperately clinging to the bleeding parts of the latter's body, but to no avail, and the female warrior's body was soon soaked in blood from the geist's body.

"Help me," Willy cried helplessly, begging for help from her friends, "help him, please help me." The female warrior, who had never been afraid of even the most formidable foe, had lost her usual strength, and her hands moved wildly over Rhaegar in an attempt to stop the flow of blood.

A determined gaze flashed through Haim's eyes, and the elf made a momentous decision in the shortest possible time, "Hold around," he said to Nack and Tomahawk, "no matter what happens, no one must disturb me for half an hour." He strode over to the almost hysterical Willy, and pulled the latter away from Rhaegar almost roughly, "Listen!" The usually calm and calm elf yelled at his companion with an unprecedented ferocity, "Unless you want him to die, stay away from us at once, and join the others in keeping us from being harassed." ”

Heim's roar brought back some of Willy's senses, and she instinctively stepped back, watching as the elf sliced her wrist with her sword, dripping slightly green blood onto Rhaeggar's eyebrows, limbs, and heart, before sitting down beside the geist and began to chant in a low voice.

"What is he doing?" "What is he doing?" Willy, who had always been smart and alert, had lost her former demeanor, staring blankly at Haim's actions, and asked Nack a little silly, despite his humble appearance, he had the blood of an ancient giant and was second only to the elves who were considered the leader of the squad.

"It's life sharing," the sub-giant's face was unusually serious, as the person who had known Heim for the longest time in the team, he knew far more about the elven race than anyone else, "This is the exclusive ability of the elves, they can pass on their life force to others, and then prolong the life of the latter or heal their injuries." Normally, this would cost an elf at least a fifth of its life, which is a significant loss even for a creature with an eight-hundred-hundred-year lifespan, so few elves would do this unless it was for the sake of those closest to them. ”

Willy didn't say anything more, she glanced again at Rhaegar lying on the ground and Heim concentrating on the ritual, and then silently walked over to the triangle with the other two companions, drew her sword, and stood there as firm as a statue that had existed since ancient times.

Despite the fact that his body was on the verge of collapse, Regana's body as a geist was not affected, in fact, he had already expected such a result at the same time as he cast the Judgment Divine Fire, and out of confidence in his ability to recover, he still used this trick that clearly exceeded the limits of his body, believing that the connection between himself and the original energy would allow his body to be repaired in the first place.

However, the geist still forgot one thing: as the power of the soul grew, the power of the divine fire hidden in the depths of his soul was also strengthened, and if he had a body that belonged to the gods, this enhancement would only be a good thing, but now, despite the two transformations, the power of the divine fire still exceeded that of the original mortal body.

Rhaegar clearly felt that a force from within was rapidly destroying the structure of his body, and although the external force was constantly repairing the damaged parts at his beckoning, this speed was far from keeping up with the process of disintegrating his body. He knew that in half an hour at most, he would lose his body forever, and then, the gravitational pull from the undead realm would drag him back to the world where he belonged.

At this moment, as the elven blood dripped down, a vigorous force poured into his body from the outside world, and then, under Haim's chanting, more life energy flowed from his body to Rhaegar's body through a strange connection. With the support of this new force, the geist's condition was quickly stabilized, and his healing speed gradually outpaced the destruction of his body, and half an hour later, when Heim stopped the ritual, Rhaegar finally recovered his body from the brink of collapse.

"You shouldn't have done this," Rhaegar said calmly, looking at the pale elf who had regained control of his body, "as a geist, even if my body is destroyed, I will still survive in this universe unscathed, albeit in the realm of the undead." ”

"You're my friend," Heim said weakly, as if he was going to fall down at any moment, "Elves never stand by when a friend is in danger. ”

Rhaegar suddenly reached out and slapped Heim on the head, and the elf passed out on the ground.

"He needs to recuperate," Rhaegar said, looking around at the other friends who were gathering together, "I suggest we get out of the mountains for a while. ”

Nack and Tomahawk hesitated, in their subconscious, the mission planted by Hano's Divine Charm still required them to stay here so that they could find the evil idol.

"I agree. After a few minutes of silence, the sub-giant finally spoke, striding over to Haim's side, throwing the unconscious elf on his back, and then hurried down the hill, as if afraid that a short pause would change his mind.

The tomahawk hesitated slightly, the reckless, simple-minded dwarf was undoubtedly more affected by the spell of confusion than Nack, which made his decision relatively late, but at the same time as Nack left, he immediately followed behind the former, and hurried forward without looking back.

"It doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought," Rhaegar whispered to Willy as she looked at the backs of the two, "Perhaps I, like all mages, overestimated the power of magic and neglected something else that had the same power, or even more power." ”

Willy didn't speak, she smiled and glanced at Rhaegar before quickly chasing Nack and the tomahawk.

The team who were in a hurry to leave didn't notice, and after everyone had left, Rhaegar turned slightly, his eyes fixed on a certain direction deep in the mountains, and the cold light like a blade flickered in his eyes. Where his gaze was cast, a strange energy fluctuation surged rapidly, creating one vortex after another composed of original energy in an area of nearly a kilometer, as if responding to the challenge of the geist, and seemed to subconsciously feel threatened and forced to defend.

The confrontation lasted about half a minute, and then Rhaegar slowly withdrew his gaze and turned back to the bottom of the mountain. Behind him, the energy fluctuations of the lost opponent became more and more violent, as if he was angry because of the contempt of his opponent, but as long as he was not an overly dull person, he could feel that in that anger, there seemed to be a trace of fear that could not be concealed.

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