Andy shouted with difficulty with the totem pole on his back: "I don't want any gifts now! This totem pole is getting heavier and heavier, and I can't hold on anymore!" Before the words fell, a powerful suction force began to come from the ground, and Andy raised the totem pole above his head with a loud shout. Dylan's face was solemn, and he spread his hands and summoned four gods, and these powerful elemental monsters came to Andy's side. Dylan said solemnly: "This totem pole is the spark of the Storm Altar, and Tylen is afraid that he will summon the ancient sacrifice." ”

"My partner is still in Eric's hands, can you wait and think about Tyron's scheme......" Andy was visibly exhausted, he was drenched, and beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks onto the monster's shoulders. Suddenly, a stone elemental walked towards Andy with heavy steps, and Dylan smiled slightly, constantly directing the updraft. "Achill!" Andy saw his long-lost companion. Archer smiled and held up the hot totem pole, and the four gods took it without saying a word. With a wave of Dylan's hand, the four gods stepped onto the clouds, and in the night, they carried the totem pole and disappeared between the stars and the moon.

Andy shook his head, and the smell of burnt fire followed. Archill screamed as he reminded, "Your hair!" Dylan stretched out his right hand, and a strong stream of water erupted from his hand. Andy almost lost his balance, he wiped the water from his face with his hands and said with a smile, "Okay, the fire is extinguished." Without the oppression of the totem pole, you can give me a gift now!"

Dylan really doesn't have any sense of humor, and Harris would have to play tricks on Andy before he stops, but the Lord of the Deep gets straight to the point. He pulled out the Staff of Benedict from behind him, and said with a smile, "I went to look for you in the Guardian's Lair, only to be told that you have become a prisoner of the Austonians. ”

Andy looked at the Staff of Benedict and guessed that Dylan must have seen the separated Heart of Nature, he reached out to take his weapon, and then used his hand to ** the dragon pattern on it. "Actually, I could have escaped, but Eric captured Amos and Duke, and I was a little decadent. Dylan put his hand on Andy's totem pole-scorched hair and said kindly: "I know what happens in the Guardian's Den, the hourglass of time can't fall into Tyrann's hands, I have broken my oath and returned to the valley this time, but I don't plan to participate in the affairs of the Akatsuki Day, please understand!"

Andy nodded and said, "I can totally understand. Dylan smiled and said, "It's great that you can understand me, and although I can't be involved in the next mission, I still bring you two gifts." After Dylan said this, he looked at Andy, who was holding the staff of Benedict, and continued, "Alright, now that you have received the gift I gave you, I am going back to the Abyss now, where it is very chaotic, and it will take a while to tidy up before the Ghost Temple can be restored to its original appearance. Andy knows Dylan's heart, and the last thing this Calby Elf wants to do now is to have a "chance encounter" with Taryn.

"Two gifts, where are the gifts?" Andy looked forward to it, he knew that Dylan must still have a treasure, and the abyss that had not yet been explored was definitely a treasure trove, maybe this time there really was a treasure. Dylan nodded calmly, and Andy squinted his eyes and searched around. "You don't have to look at it, I brought you the first gift from the abyss this time, and that is Achill. Although it has to bear a little responsibility for the counterattack of the dark forces in the Tomb of the Blitzkrieg, it is still very well-behaved after you leave, and it has contributed a lot to repair the energy pillar, and it is the first gift I gave you. ”

Andy heard Dylan's words and complained loudly, "What? Achill was the first gift you gave me? Oops! It's supposed to be the middle of the night, so I'm a little dizzy, but you're all the way here to fool me? Achille, it's a part of me, what kind of gift are you bringing it?" Dylan pursed his lips and smiled, he pointed to Andy's staff of Benedict and said, "Okay! Achill isn't a gift, so the weapon you have in your hand should be a gift, right?"

"It's mine, and if you do this, even if you return it to its rightful owner, it can't be called a gift!" Andy replied mischievously. Dylan frowned, he knew Andy was deliberately making things difficult, but this kind of cold humor was very useful to the demigod who had lived in the abyss for a long time. "Alright, I should go back, I'll keep the Storm Totem Pole for the time being, you can go and rescue those trapped companions now. Dylan straightened his hair and prepared to leave, but Andy's question upset the uneasy Calby elf.

"Do you know a guy named Eugene? By the way, and Victor. "Andy wants to know the strength of the enemy through Dylan. Dylan glanced at Andy, and he knew very well the place of the two people in his heart. "Eugene, the original owner of the Horn Desert, was so obsessed with alchemy that he went mad. As for Victor, I've seen records of him in the Ancient Library, these two are by no means good, how do you know about the two of them?" Dylan wondered if Eugene and Victor had come out of the books and made their way to the Valley.

Andy bent down, and he picked up the silent Achill. "The current conversation is about the future of the war, and I think we should go back to the ground, this is not a place to talk after all. Dylan said cautiously. Andy nodded, grabbed Archer's waist with his left hand, and took the Staff of Benedict with his right hand and flew towards the mountains to the northwest.

Dylan quickly caught up, and the two of them made their way to the edge of the Sunshade Forest. "You're very good at flying, I don't know who taught you?" Dylan asked breathlessly. Andy looked for a hidden place to go, and he replied very honestly to Dylan's "compliment": "Just have a lunch and then fly." ”

"It's really nonsense, you can learn to fly after a lunch, you know, no race on the vast continent has learned flying except for the Calby elves, you may be the first. Dylan said with certainty. Andy slowly descends into a glade, surrounded by towering trees, which are separated from the stream by raised rocks. He lowered the staff of Benedict on the rock, then walked to the edge of the stream. "You should wash it well, and you should tidy up your dry hair. Dylan persuaded Andy as he sat down on top of the rock.

Andy lifted the cold stream into his face, and the burning sensation left on him by the totem pole eased slightly. Dylan looked at Andy's scorched back from the Storm Totem Pole and said, "I'm glad I arrived just in time, otherwise you might have become the first Storm Prophet to be burned to death at the Storm Altar." ”