Rhaegar slowly opened his eyes, the recovery of a large number of memories allowed him to regain the supreme majesty of the gods, under his gaze, the already frightened Akwind could no longer hold on, and with a strange sound in his throat, the Basilisk King finally fainted.

This result did not surprise Reggar. While establishing contact with the crystal, he already knew the origin of this treasure that gave power and wisdom to the basilisk, which was originally an item that belonged to him, the strongest of the gods, the great god of judgment, and in that devastating disaster, it was this crystal that he had accidentally obtained that protected his soul, so that it was only broken but not completely destroyed, and now, after discovering his former master, this spiritual treasure suddenly showed his enthusiasm to his master like a loyal dog waiting for his master's return。

However, before Rhaegar could receive this enthusiasm, Akwind, who had been transformed by the crystal, or rather controlled by the spirit, first felt the change, and this humility that was far more pious than submission turned into fear in the Basilisk King, and the poor creature could not understand why he was suddenly so afraid of the human who had hurt him.

Ignoring Arkwin lying on the ground, Rhaegar stretched out his hand, and the crystal that had been suspended in the air was suddenly happily thrown into his master's hand, and the next moment, a throbbing sound appeared in Rhaeggar's soul like when he held Callen's scepter.

It was the call of the same bloodline to reunite after many years of separation, the resonance of different fragments of the same soul when they met, and it was only at this moment that Rhaegar finally understood where the voice that had been calling him since he came to the mortal world and gained consciousness came from— The loyal crystal not only protected his soul from destruction, but also saved one of the fragments when he traveled through space, and for countless years, the crystal has been expanding the fluctuations of the soul fragments and sending them outward, hoping that the master can receive this information as soon as possible, and then come to recover the lost part of his soul.

Rhaegar gently stroked the crystal in his hand, and without hesitation, he conveyed his gratitude to him, while feeling the heartfelt pleasure of the other party.

A warm energy traveled up Rhaeggar's arm, and as the soul fragments in the crystal fused with Rhaeggar, the energy also merged into his flesh, making his god-blooded body stronger— His strength has become greater, the perception of his facial features has become more acute, his reaction has become faster, and his physical strength has increased to the point that the dragon is not as good as the dragon, and more importantly, under the action of the energy from the crystal, the divine blood that was originally stored in the heart and has never been touched since the transformation of the body began to circulate again, and after each cycle, the amount of divine blood will increase by one drop, and in just a few minutes, the divine blood has changed from the original one drop to a dozen drops.

A faint, glass-like cracking sound came to Rhaegar's ears as the energy was fully integrated into his body, and Rhaegar, who was checking the memories brought by the soul fusion, knew that it was the sound made when the crystal shattered- The preservation of soul fragments and the constant transmission of soul fluctuations over the years had consumed most of the crystal's energy, and its life was coming to an end, and in order to give its not yet powerful master more ability to protect himself, this loyal servant passed on all of his last power to the former, which also hastened its demise.

The depleted crystals disintegrated into countless glowing bright spots, like mischievous fireflies flying in the air above Rhaeggar's palms, bidding farewell to their masters with their last of their glory. Looking at these elves who seemed to have life, a trace of sentimentality rose in his heart, and he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to touch these bright spots, but before he touched them, all the bright spots had disappeared into the air, and there was no trace of them anymore.

"What's wrong?" Willy's voice sounded behind him, the mighty warriorwoman with her two-handed greatsword in her hand, the black blood unique to the basilisk dripping down the tip of the sword to the ground, in the time that Rhaegar had entered the Basilisk King's dwellings, she had killed all the basilisks that had escaped under Rhaeggar's magic. "You don't look good," Willy asked, standing in the doorway, concerned, "what's going on?"

Rhaegar turned, "Nothing," he replied, "Let's get out of here." The geist strode towards the door, throwing a ball of flame at his hand, turning the unconscious Akwind to ashes.

Despite not being very strong in terms of individual strength, the sheer numbers still gave the basilisks a place in the swamp, and no creature was willing to enter their territory to provoke these vengeful groups, so after destroying the basilisks, Rhaegar and Willy did not encounter any enemies during their nearly two days of travel.

"We should be close to our destination," Rhaegar said to Willy after comparing the surrounding terrain with the magic map in his hand, "Heading north from here, if all goes well, in two days' time, we will reach the place marked on the Elven Treasure Map." ”

"Are you sure they'll get there safely?" asked Willy, a little worried, at this moment, the fear of her companions made the female warrior seem a little uneasy, and her subconscious made her unconsciously look to Rhaegar for answers.

"They'll get there," Rhaegar said calmly, "when an elf, a dwarf, and a sub-giant join forces, little can stop them. This non-substantive answer reassured Willy, for since entering the swamp, Rhaegar's strength and knowledge had become her greatest reliance, and as long as the former was by her side, she could face any enemy fearlessly with the sword in her hand.

"So—" Willy couldn't finish her words, and Rhaegar pushed her to the side almost roughly, and a long, black sharp object swept past her by a fraction of a second, falling into the mud not far away.

"It's the Stingers," Rhaegar said as he quickly cast defensive spells on himself and Willy, "and they always hide under the mud and sneak up on their prey with their stingers." ”

This kind of enemy hiding in the shadows was obviously more difficult to deal with than the basilisk, and over the next few minutes, at least dozens of poisonous stingers were fired at them from different directions, and even with the detection magic, Rhaegar and Willy were unable to determine the exact location of these monsters.

"They must be found," Rhaegar said to Willy, protected by the magical barrier, "or these Stingers will follow us until they leave their territory." He pointed to the ground dozens of meters in front of him, "According to the knowledge I have, these monsters do not have hearing and vision, they rely on the heat emitted by objects to perceive the surrounding environment, wait a minute I will use magic to block the heat on my body for a short time, and you have to arrive there at the same time, the stinger monster will focus on your body and ignore my existence, I will use this opportunity to find all the monsters." ”

"Do I need to stand there all the time?" asked Willy, "Or do you want to keep moving?" She had no doubt that this plan would threaten her safety, and after receiving clear instructions, the female warrior did not hesitate to run off into the distance.

This move really attracted the attention of many stinger monsters, after suddenly losing the perception of Rhaegar, these monsters that relied on heat sensing took Willy as their only target, in just a few tens of meters, at least hundreds of stingers flew towards her from all directions, if it weren't for the defensive magic on her body, she would have become the prey of the stinger monsters.

Behind her, Rhaegar closed her eyes slightly, her spirit fused once more into the airborne primordial particles, and with the help of her companions, she recognized the trail of the Stinger hidden in the swamp mud.

The strategy is simple: when a person ambushes another person, he will do everything he can to avoid the latter's observation, but if a third person is looking at him from outside the battlefield, the seeming stealth actions of the ambusher are likely to be discovered.

The plan proved to be a success, and while Willy reached her destination and was constantly wandering there to attract her opponents, Rhaegar had mastered all the Stinger's movements, and the next moment, seven or eight bolts of lightning fell almost simultaneously in the muddy water around Willy.

The Central Swamp has long been considered one of the most mysterious places in this vast continent, and the land and silt here contain a strange energy that weakens the power of most magic, but even so, when struck by lightning containing high-voltage electricity, the stingers hiding under the mud were mortally wounded, and with a terrible scream, the stinger rain that continued to fly out of the muddy water came to an abrupt end.

Willy exhaled softly, though the amount of exercise was not even a warm-up for her, and she felt a little tired from the raindrops of stingers at all times, and she smiled triumphantly at Rhaegar as she walked towards her companion.

A thick black tentacle suddenly burst out of the swamp behind her, entangling her body.

This sudden turn of events was also unexpected to Rhaegar, it was clear that the owner of the tentacle had been lurking here, allowing the Stingers to swim around him, patiently waiting for the moment to attack, and Willy's momentary relaxation undoubtedly gave it the best chance to hunt.

There is only one creature in this swamp that has such tentacles, the Swamp Monster, the Lord of the Central Swamp, who is at the very top of the food chain in this area.

Today's second chapter is regarded as making up for Saturday's debt

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