As the most powerful of the gods, the God of Judgment possessed almost one-third of the gods in the mortal world in ancient times, and as the arbiter of the disputes between the gods, his will was regarded as the supreme creed by the believers, and countless people willingly dedicated their most precious wealth to their gods, and no one could imagine how many treasures there were in the temple of the God of Judgment.

But for the current expedition team, these treasures could not touch their hearts in the slightest, and they refused to take even a copper plate from here.

"Well," Rhaegar compromised in the face of his companions' stubbornness, "but at least, I want you to accept my gift, or I'll think you still haven't accepted me." ”

"Since you insist," said Heim after a quick exchange of opinions with the others, "but one per person at most." ”

This request made Rhaegar feel a little helpless again. For countless years, thousands of people have been frantically searching for the traces of the temple, but at this moment, in the eyes of those who can enter the temple at will and take anything at will, the wealth accumulated in the temple does not tempt them in the slightest, because in their opinion, everything here belongs to their friends.

"Well, at least one per person. Rhaegar said, waving his hand lightly, and a longbow about half a man tall appeared in the air in front of them - in this temple of his own, Rhaegar could do whatever he wanted.

"I think you've recognized the longbow," Rhaegar said to Haim, "the bow of Aror, the bow given to the hero by the god of elves, which my followers found from a ruin and dedicated it to me. ”

Rhaegar reached out and grasped Alore's bow suspended in the air, "It can automatically generate long arrows," he pulled the bowstring, and a sharp arrow glowing green appeared on the bow, "but only those it identifies can use it." He let go of the bowstring, and the long green arrow disappeared, and Rhaegar handed the bow to Heim.

"I've heard that elves are marksmen," he said, "maybe you can use it and drip your blood on it, and if it accepts you, the blood will melt into the bow." ”

Heim took a deep breath, slowly reached out and took the artifact, which had special meaning for all elves, and then, in a sacred attitude, slashed a wound on his finger with his knife, causing blood to drip onto Aror's bow.

The slightly green blood peculiar to the elves quickly seeped into the divine bow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You've made it!" the dwarf exclaimed excitedly, "The Divine Bow has recognized you!"

A green glow flashed over Aror's bow, which vanished into thin air.

"It can appear whenever you need it," Rhaegar explained to the bewildered Haim, "but in normal times, it doesn't take up anywhere on you, now try to summon it with your mind." ”

With the elf's thoughts, the longbow reappeared in his hand.

"I'm starting to look forward to your gift to me now. Looking enviously at the bow of Alor in Haim's hand, the battle axe said to Rhaegar who was looking at him.

"You'll get it soon. Rhaegar said, and a double-edged battle axe that shimmered with cold light appeared in front of the dwarf.

"This was made by a dwarven craftsman many years ago," Rhaegar said as the tomahawk eagerly grabbed the axe, "I think you've heard his name, he's from the mountain tribe, and his name is Kroll." ”

The dwarf's eyes shone brightly, and his hands clenched the battle axe in his hand, as if he was afraid that if he let go of the weapon, he would run away on its own.

Kroll is not only a name for the dwarves who are skilled in blacksmithing, but the man who was revered as a godsmith in ancient times is the pride of all dwarves, and it is said that even the gods once turned to him to build weapons for themselves.

"This axe doesn't have much merit," Rhaegar said to the battleaxe, which was immersed in ecstasy, "but it's sharp and strong enough that it can easily split the body of even a dragon." ”

There is no better gift for the attacking and heroic dwarves.

"As for you," Rhaegar walked over to Nack, looking at the smiling sub-giant, "my dear friend Hercules, there should be nothing more suitable for you. A bracelet suddenly appeared in his empty hand, "The trinkets of the Ancient Giant warriors, it can reduce the time it takes you to regain your strength tenfold, and it will allow you to burst out with far more power than usual if necessary, but only once a day. ”

"And you," Rhaegar finally came to Willy, who had been looking at him with eyes like clear lake water, after Nack accepted the bracelet, "Lovely and powerful female warrior, I think only you are worthy of this gift." A crystal headdress appeared on Willy's head out of thin air, with a delicate headpiece and a slightly heroic beauty, even the dwarves whose aesthetic vision is very different from other races have to admit that Willy at this moment is simply the embodiment of beauty.

"The goddess of ice has bestowed this tiara on her most faithful devotees," only Rhaegar was blind to the astonishing beauty before her, "but as my former enemy, she was defeated and surrendered to me, and the artifact was acquired by my devotees." It protects you from spells that confuse your mind, and you won't hallucinate even if you pass through that illusion portal again. ”

"But that's only a small part of what it does," Rhaegar continued, "but I wasn't interested in this artifact at the time, and now, I don't have the strength to discover the secrets it holds, so it's up to you to dig out the other abilities it has." ”

"This is the best gift I've ever received," Willy said with a smile, "and I'll keep it forever." ”

"I hope these gifts will help you," Rhaegar looked around at his companions, he held out his hand into the air, and a staff about a meter long, with a yellow gem on the top, and a jet-black body appeared in his hand, "The Staff of Glory," he explained to his companions, "I once gave it to my followers, but now, it belongs to me again." ”

"Now, I advise everyone to get out of here as soon as possible, this temple can only be opened once every thousand years until I regain all my divine powers, and after a day, it will automatically close. ”

"What about the beast?" asked the elf, "won't you take it with you?" I believe it will be a powerful helper. ”

"Ta'an has a mission of its own," Rhaegar replied calmly, "unless I can have the power to break it from its shackles, it must guard this place and destroy all trespassers." ”

Although the gifts received were insignificant compared to the vast wealth in the temple, the team did not care, for a friend who was honest with them was far more precious than any treasure, and no one felt sorry or dissatisfied with the small amount they had gained when they walked out of the temple. With the help of Rhaeggar's senses, the expedition team exited the massive cavern through a hidden passage at the other end of the temple, and after nearly three hours of underground travel, they finally returned to the surface once again.

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