Reliefs of skeletons are carved in the ancient hall, while murals of death surround the two people in the corner.
Warrior Ji fell to the ground, bleeding and laughing hoarsely. The boy huddled tightly in her arms, looking ahead in fear. The warrior chief ran forward, holding a sharp bronze sword at an angle. Many large shield warriors came
Spread out a path and follow closely.
"Bertard, spare their lives!"
The king shouted, and the warrior captain slowed down his pace, turned the edge of the copper sword, and turned it towards the thick side.
"Hahaha! Mexica, stay in doubt forever!"
Warrior Ji smiled crazily, and used her good right hand to pull out the long dagger from her waist. Then, she lowered her head and kissed the boy's forehead tenderly.
The boy raised his head, staring blankly at the person he trusted most in his life in this temple full of death. He looked at the tears in Warrior Ji's eyes and felt the soft kiss on his forehead.
"White Snake...sister?"
Hearing the boy's name, Warrior Ji had an unprecedented smile on her face. She hugged the boy tenderly, and gently placed the long dagger in her hand on his neck.
"Little Water Snake, you can go with peace of mind, taking with you the glory of the Water Snake family and the hatred that will never be forgotten! And your Warrior Ji will be with you~"
After saying that, she gritted her teeth, clenched the long dagger in her hand, and swung it down suddenly.
"Ah!...Uh..."
In an instant, the boy's eyes widened and he twitched in pain. He felt the warmth and vitality leaving, and begged for his last whisper.
"White Snake...I feel so much pain...ugh!..."
"Little water snake, don't be afraid, I will accompany you right now!..."
As he spoke, Warrior Ji raised his long dagger and aimed it at his heart without hesitation.
Bertard had already arrived in front of the two of them. He stopped, lowered his bronze sword, stared at the scene of the warrior's death, and sighed softly.
"...Warrior Ji who is good at shooting, do you have any poems that you would like to pass on in the world?"
"Haha! Poetry? Spread?..."
Warrior Ji took a deep look at the king with hatred in his heart and spoke the final prophecy.
"He will die... Even the God of Death, who is in charge of death, will close his eyes and die... But death is not his end... What awaits him will be eternal loneliness!"
Hearing this, Shulot trembled all over and his pupils suddenly shrank. He suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted sharply.
"stop!..."
"Pfft! Ugh!"
Warrior Ji suddenly exerted force. The sharp obsidian dagger pierced her heart fiercely, causing her to curl up in pain. Then, blood spurted out from her chest, fell on the boy's body, and blended with the pool of blood on the ground.
.Then, her body slumped, and she fell on the boy, hugging him until death.
Shulot stared at the bright red in front of him and slowly lowered his eyes. At this moment, thousands of memories flashed through his mind. The Tlaxcala people's hanging heads of gods, the fallen warriors, and the slaughtered militiamen.
With the captured women and children, the priest who was killed in front of them, the Ji warrior who committed suicide, and the fallen boy...
After a while, the king sighed quietly and asked a question that no one understood.
"Is this how Qin destroyed Zhao?..."
"Ah? Your Highness?"
Naxiu blinked his eyes, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"Command the warriors to search inside and outside the temple to find the body and relics of the death priest!"
"Yes! Then, what to do with these two corpses?"
"...Just choose a beautiful place near the temple and bury them together!...Don't erect a monument."
"Yes! Your Highness!"
Bertard saluted respectfully and immediately went to make arrangements.
The main hall was still simple and desolate, and he had long been accustomed to seeing death. Shulot took a few steps and came to the black wolf statue of the God of Death.
In front of the statue is a bluestone altar, which seems to be in the style of the Toltec ancestors and is estimated to be at least hundreds of years old. On the altar, a black death skull is enshrined with a black pottery ritual vessel.
.The skull was almost completely weathered, with strange black and gray marks, and was engraved with the wolf-shaped emblem of Death.
"Ah! Is this?...the divine object in the Temple of Death in Tlaxcala, the head of the mythical black wolf with blood tongue, the skull of the god of death with divine power?!"
Bertard looked excited, staring at the distant skull in front of him, as if he was seeing an ancient divine power.
"Hmm!...whatever it was before."
Shulot stroked the strange skull, feeling the smooth jade touch, and announced calmly.
"From this day on, it is the skull of death for the people of Tlaxcala and the skull of death for the people of Mexica!"
Then, the king thought for a moment and gave the king's order.
"Bertard, when we return to the camp, we will hold a sacred sacrificial ceremony! Celebrate the gods and gods of death who jointly gave me the sacred objects! Let the captives and surrendered troops from all the Tlaxcala tribes send representatives to participate in the sacred ceremony.
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"Yes! Your Highness is wise!"
The warrior bowed deeply, saluted the supreme king, and bowed his head to the ethereal divinity.
"Naxiu..."
Shulot turned his head again and looked at the intelligence officer who was close to him.
"Please sort out my experience of climbing the sacred mountain, visiting the temple, and obtaining prophecies and divine objects...and then publicize it among the Southern Route Army and the occupied towns!"
"Follow your will, Your Highness!"
Naxiu Yingying gave a gift and had been prepared for it. The so-called arrangement is naturally like an epic and myth, giving awe-inspiring divinity and spreading among all people. In fact, this is the most important thing for the king to climb Yanfeng Mountain this time.
Purpose!
In this era of ignorance and barbarism, in this world that worships gods, the ethereal divinity is an extremely powerful force!
If you want to conquer all tribes in the world, you must conquer the hearts of all tribes. And conquering the hearts of all tribes cannot be achieved by pure force. It requires oral legends, incredible artifacts, and shocking miracles. Go to all tribes in the world
In ancient times, the concept of a country has not yet been formed, and the national cognition is far from being condensed. At this time, half of the people's hearts in the world lie in customs and traditions, and the other half lies in gods and relics. And the blood feud among various tribes can only be solved by the supreme divinity.
Unify and resolve!
"Well. That's it!"
Xiuluo nodded, grasped the black jade-like "Death Skull", and turned around to leave. When he returns to the camp, he will use the divine object in his hand to make a new divine staff.
Soon, only the gradually solidifying blood stains, the bright red murals, and the red-tongued black wolf of death were left in the hall. A gust of cold wind blew, and the penetrating tooth bell sounded faintly again, bringing back all the stories that had happened.
Telling in the wind of death~
The volcano is majestic and the glacier shines, unchanged for tens of thousands of years. Standing on the cold mountain, Shulot found a cold red crystal rock and sat down cross-legged. This is the legacy of the volcanic eruption, and it also hides the secrets deep underground.
strength.
After a while, the warrior commander came in a hurry, with regret on his face.
"Your Highness, the body of the Death God Priest has been found."
Shulot nodded slightly and followed the steps of the warrior commander to the pine forest near the temple.
The soft soil has been dug up, revealing a shriveled corpse as thin as wood and a skinny old skull. The owner of the corpse had only been dead for two days, but his appearance was already indistinguishable. Perhaps, his appearance was like this,
It's death.
"Huh!...The prophecy of the Death Priest...The Death God Shulotel..."
Shulot watched in silence for a moment. An inexplicable word suddenly hit his mind, making him unforgettable for a long time.
"...Even if your guidance is broken, please be...the king of the world!"
