Jalil's stunt was shocking, and the entire prison corridor was boiling for a while.

After performing a set of silky little combos, Arabica landed lightly, saluted with a proper smile and greeted the cheers of the waves.

Hemmer's wave was a knife pulling his ass, and he opened his eyes, admired Lao Jia, and couldn't help but applaud and sigh sincerely: "Elegant, too elegant." ”

Although Esarion's special training made Hermer suffer a lot, and he was half-dead every day, the living inmates also brought him a lot of joy, and these happy fragments were the best comfort in his prison life.

Before I knew it, Hermer had spent two months in Essota Maha Prison.

During this time, the fighting in the northern part of Osune intensified, and the combined forces of the Cult of Joy and the High Elves fought back and forth around Tar-Drodell and the surrounding area, and both sides paid huge losses, but overall it was the High Elves side who gained the upper hand.

After all, in the face of the star-studded lineup composed of many legends such as the Eternal Queen Elarili, the Prince of the War Council Tyrion, the Shadow King Aris, the Sea Lord Essling, and the White Lion Guard Captain Alasta, Morath and Locsia on the Dark Elf side were somewhat powerless.

At this stage of the war, unless the Witch King Malekis sends reinforcements, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the defeat of the Cult of Pleasure is only a matter of time.

It is worth mentioning that the only Dark Elf on the entire island of Osune is not having a good time, after all, he is still in prison in Iris.

In the early afternoon, the prison has a weekly release session, and the suffocated prisoners rush to the square like wild horses off the reins to vent their frustration.

A few minutes later, with a deafening roar, a towering tree with lush foliage rose from the ground in the crowd, instantly strangling dozens of prisoners to pieces.

The burst of blood rain was shocking.

In the panicked crowd, Hemmer crossed his hands on his hips and looked up at the lush illusion of ancient trees, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Damn, it's been a whole year! Finally got me to figure it out. ”

Wrath of Nature, the most basic large-damage magic of the School of Life, is also the first magic that Hemmer mastered.

It took him nearly a year to master this magic since the beginning of the Iron Thorn Town, which can be regarded as a magic insulator.

However, Hemmer was still happy, which meant that he had taken the most important first step from a reckless man who could only slash with a sword to a noble mage.

The surrounding prisoners suffered a natural wrath for no reason, and suffered heavy casualties, and when the survivors searched for the culprit with monstrous anger, they were surprised to find that it was actually Hemer's related household that caused the trouble, and they were immediately angry again.

Even the guards on the high wall didn't react, aren't they looking for death when they go to find trouble with others, so everyone can only disperse in a huff, and at the same time shout in their hearts, is there still a royal law? Is there still a law?

Boom!

The illusion of the giant tree shattered into thousands of magical debris, and the fluorescent dots dissipated into the world, leaving only a field of broken corpses and blood-soaked earth in the messy square.

"Guard, collect the body."

Hemmer shouted at the patrolling jailer, and someone immediately came to clean up the scene.

The guards of Asota Maha Prison usually don't bother to pay attention to the killing among these prisoners, but the collection of corpses is called a profession, and in less than half an hour, the scattered corpses were cleaned up, and new sand was brought to spread on the bloodstains, and the site was restored to its original state in an instant.

With the breeze on his cheeks and the smell of blood still reaching his nostrils between his breaths, Hemmer sat cross-legged on the grass, soaking in the warm sun, gradually recovering from his joy.

He realized that his success in mastering Wrath of Nature was a gratifying achievement, but it was also a dangerous accomplishment that would have brought him death.

Under the reign of the Witch King Malekis, all male Duruzi were not allowed to study magic, and by doing so, he was giving the Witch King eye medicine, which was an unforgivable sin.

In order to survive, you must not let anyone in the outside world know how to magic, otherwise what awaits you is an abyss from which you will never recover.

Thinking about this, Hemmer looked around the noisy square and felt a sense of happiness in hindsight.

Most of them won't be able to get out in their lifetime, so there's no fear they'll leak at all. As long as you get out of prison, it's good to be cautious.

"Never use magic until you have to." Hemmer secretly set a rule for himself.

In the afternoon, he returned to his cell and sat still, waiting for the Aquila soldiers to take him to the training grounds.

Two soldiers showed up just in time and covered Helmer with a strip of cloth.

"Two big brothers, what are you going to eat tonight?"

After many encounters, Hemmer became acquainted with the Aquila soldiers who led him around, and he was able to talk to each other while he was in custody.

"Irrese steak? It seems like this, I don't remember exactly. The soldier on the left held Hemmer's arm and said uncertainly.

"Don't do it, I hate steak to death, I eat this every day, I'm tired of it. It's better to be in the days of the badlands, although you eat and sleep in the open all day, but the meal is different. The companion shook his head and complained.

"Forget it, the wine in the Giant City Tavern is only spore wine, and the garbage stuff that Greenskin only drinks, I can't stand the smell just by smelling it."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Hemmer listened to the soldiers talk about what they had seen and heard in the Badlands, and he was full of interest.

It's the place where the dwarves, greenskins, and ratmen are fighting, and there are opportunities everywhere.

When he arrived at the training ground, Aisarion did not train Hemmer as usual, but looked at him meaningfully and led them to the temple of Radlily.

Iris is home to the largest temple of the Mist in the known world, and its sheer footprint is far larger than the smaller temple in Ironthorn.

The magnificent outer hall is full of worshippers rubbing shoulders and people, while the innermost inner hall is as silent as a hollow valley.

Except for the occasional temple guard, there was little to be seen.

"Let's go inside." Aisarion stood tall and motioned for Hemmer to enter the inner sanctum alone.

Although Hemmer couldn't figure out why Ai-chan had brought him here, he thought it was probably not a bad thing, so he relaxed and pushed open the door of the inner sanctum and walked into the mist.

After walking in the white fog for an unknown amount of time, the vision in front of me suddenly opened up.

Hemmer was surprised to find that the inside of the temple led to a secluded valley.

After days of rain, the air was filled with butterflies and chickadees, and several silver moon dragons spread their wings and wandered under the hazy rainbow. There are several magnificent white towers between the cliffs, and the flying stream falls straight down the rugged cliff wall, splashing in all directions, forming a snow-white ladder. Under the shade of greenery, in the sun, deer and white lions running in the jungle, it is a picture of life.

Nagalos only had black dragons, and Hemmer had never seen a silver moon dragon, and these dragons were even bigger and more beautiful than he had imagined.

The morning sun poured down through the cracks and fell mottled on his gray hair. As the breeze blew the leaves and the hair on his forehead, the spots of light swayed on his body.

Listening to the music of the primeval jungle, the main theme is the breeze and the accompaniment is the murmur of the leaves, and sensing the fog rolling ahead, Hemmer raised his head to collide with Radlily's line of sight.

A dozen distances in front of him was a small natural pool. The pool is exposed to sunlight and surrounded by stones, with a spring bubbling out of the middle. There is a small rainbow above the spring, and turquoise rattans grow around the stone bank, and under the leaves hang crystal fruits in the shape of teardrops.

The moonlit veil and the floating light of the dress reflected in the water, and Radlily sat lazily by the spring, staring at Hemmer with a deep gaze.

She seems to have been waiting here for a long time.

"Welcome to my realm, devout believers, long time no see."

The god of mist stood up, his delicate toes as white as jade dotting on the water, bringing up a pool full of ripples.

Radlily? What did she do when she suddenly called herself over?

And... Something seems to be wrong.

Where exactly?

"My God, it is my pleasure to see you."

Hemmer knelt on one knee in front of Radlily, his face excited, but his eyes flashed with thought.

"Are you wondering?" Radlily stared at Hemmer with a divine gaze, as if she had seen through his underpants.

The latter was shocked, she actually knew what she was thinking?

But then Hemmer reacted violently, and he had been wondering where it was.

The spring, the lake, the goddess, Nima, the lake Lilith!

"What, you're surprised? Do you think I'm Lilith? Interesting. I don't know why you think that. But beware, wrong ideas will eventually lead to disaster. ”

Radlily's soft voice was extremely pleasant, but Hemmer was terrified to hear it.

Lilith shouldn't be angry and angry because the vest fell off, and she wants to kill people!

"How.... How can it be. How can my god be the goddess Lilith, and even if you are Lilith, I will not waver in my loyalty to you in the slightest. I hereby swear by my honor, I have no doubt about your faith! ”

Hermer said righteously.

As for his nonsense, he himself did not believe it.

"Really? I hope so. ”

Idiot.

Radlily's eyes flashed with a flash of slyness.

What a joy it feels to tease mortals.

Teasing Hemmer, Radlily was in a good mood, and she snapped her fingers, and the lake under her feet suddenly rippled, and a cold-light two-handed sword flew out of it.

"I've watched your actions since Nagaros, and so far you've done something I'm happy with. As a reward for pleasing me, this sword is given to you. ”

Radlily waved his hand horizontally, and the gorgeous greatsword of the high-precision style flashed in front of Hemmer in an instant.

"This sword was forged by Vaal, the god of forging, and was instilled with divine power by me, and named it Light. Only my most faithful believers can wield this sword, take it. ”

it! Artifact!!

Hemmer stared blankly at the heavy sword levitating in front of him, and his brain went down.

He carefully placed his hand on the sword, touching the delicate lines of the sword, his fingers trembling unconsciously.

"It is not for nothing that I have given you this sword, for I have seen many in your destiny... Unknown possibilities are related to the future of this world. You're too weak to know the secret. But remember, the shield wall of order is being eaten away by powerful evil, and our time is running out, but I hope that in this last period of time, you can sharpen yourself and become a sharp blade, and don't disappoint my expectations. ”

Radlily vanished into the mist, only the sound still echoing in Hemer's ears.

Aisarion watched all this silently from a distance, unconsciously touched the bladed tooth sword on his waist, and suddenly felt sad, the goddess is so eccentric, so good to a dark elf, always ignores him.

Why is she so skilled? Apparently he came first!