"Don't worry, sir, we will keep the carriage for you!"
"In the name of the scales of the ancestor snake, there will never be any property lost!"
The Snake Guard guarding the Temple, whose extremely respectful and even almost flattering attitude greatly shocked Anar.
...This is a snake man???
These are those snake people who always have a stern face and are cold and unkind?
Anar felt like he was dreaming at this moment.
She was originally very resistant to bringing Aivas and his group to the Snakeman Temple.
That feeling is like meeting a big man who is visiting a private person on a private tour, and the other person is interested in seeing your home - and it happens that there is a relative in your home who is rude, has no eyes and is obviously dissatisfied with the big man.
At this time, you will be very afraid of something happening. It’s not to bring it, and it’s not to bring it...
As a result, when I saw it, I saw it - haha, it was actually an acquaintance.
This bad-mouthed family member is actually a big-name family member, a buddy!
Before Anar entered the temple, he felt a little sad and looked back outside in a confused manner.
At this moment, only the yellow sand covering the sky and the sun can be seen outside.
It is said that the texture of the sand is like warm snow. But Anar came to Xingying many times, but he has never seen it snow.
The only thing in common is that countless corpses are buried under them.
Anar no longer remembers how many people she had seen hiding in the sand. Many of them had nothing to do with him, but some were related to him. Sometimes, when she walked on the sand, she would occasionally have an illusion that a hand suddenly emerged and held her ankle.
The wind is not too strong today, and the sky is very clear. The towns in the distance are already looming.
She turned around and walked towards the inside of the temple as usual.
Although the Snake Man in the Temple stopped to rest for a night, there were not many people who actually came to rest. For example, to be on the safe side, Isabel did not come down, and Lijiya was also protecting her personally.
Apart from Anar, those who followed Aivas were Lily, the ritualist Ibn, and Zhu Tang and Mu.
In the Snake Man Temple, which is as dark as a tomb, there are dim low candlelight on both sides. As soon as I penetrated into the temple from the hot sand, I could feel a faint breeze blowing through the front, chest and back.
Shadows swayed with the candlelight, and the figures of everyone were reflected on the walls. They looked like some kind of shadow puppet.
Two snake men slowly wandered in front of them.
They are all thin men with dark skin. On rough skin that are darker than bronze, you can see fine black snake scales. Those skins without scale protection have obvious scars, bleeding wear marks and folds. Their upper body is only wearing leather vests. The exposed arms are protected by snake scales, and below the waist is a huge snake tail.
Their faces are not handsome, even a little ugly. Snake men generally have high cheekbones, thin and square cheeks, and their chin is protruding forward. From the front, it looks like an elongated hexagon, and from the side it looks like a moon.
——Specifically, it is Zhu Yuanzhang with a shoehorn face.
Lizardman is very similar to snakeman. They all have scales, tails, as well as cold pupils and rough skin.
But lizard men are taller and stronger than snake men, and are closer to strong elves; while snake men only have human shapes on their upper body and snake tails on their lower body.
Moreover, both men and women, the lizard men look fierce and ugly, and look like crocodiles. The lizard men do not have their own words. They use the words and language of the snake man, and are generally born with the snake man tribe, but there are also tribes that survive alone. Occasionally, particularly smart mages and ritualists appear among the lizard men, just like trolls.
Generally speaking, intermarriage between snake people and lizard people is a big and small taboo.
Because the top leaders of the Snake Man society cannot accept the offspring with legs, and the mixed race is too thin for the Lizard Man, neither side likes it very much... This is different from the dilemma encountered by the half-elves. After all, the survival of the Snake Man and the Lizard Man is really difficult.
Unlike lizard men, the face of the snake man is more like an ordinary human, but usually it is more shriveled and dark - this is not because he is weak in race, but because he simply does not eat enough. The snake man has a lot of appetite and has the ability to "overeat", so he becomes stronger by eating too much.
Only those priests who can eat adequately will have taller figures, straight backs, fair, soft and elastic skin.
Therefore, unlike the lizard man who is a half-cross, who advocates force and muscles, the better he looks, the taller he looks, the higher his status is.
These two guards are obviously of relatively low status.
Although the lower half of the snake man is full of snakes, it is difficult to determine how to calculate height.
But at least these two temple guards were almost shorter and thinner than everyone present. Without straightening their tails, they were only about 1.6 meters away.
There were some special marks on their faces. They did not look like slave marks, but rather like some kind of religious symbol. They looked like war marks in tattoo shapes, with a strange deterrence that made people dare not look at them for a long time.
This kind of imprint is actually a kind of "beauty" for the snake people. Because they became the guards of the temple, they were allowed to be imprinted with religious symbols, symbolizing a higher status than the same tribe who had the same appearance and height.
They held a strange weapon similar to a spear in their hands. But compared to a spear, it was closer to an "umbrella" or a "mace" - because the metal cone accounted for nearly half of the proportion.
As they gradually walked towards the depths of the temple, the candlelight around them became dim.
"It should be OK to get here."
Aivas suddenly spoke, but his tone was calm: "It's already far away from those people.
“—What the hell is there?”
Hearing this, Anar was shocked and raised his head.
What, what does it mean?
"We need to go a little further, sir."
The tone of the temple guard was still polite and respectful, but there was no initial enthusiasm and fanaticism. Instead, it was a bit more impatient and hurry.
Anar's heart skipped a beat and he felt obvious uneasiness.
——Because she has seen similar situations.
Or, almost every resting man has seen it.
The ritualist Ibn sighed long and felt sad: "It's such a familiar feeling..."
Anar glanced at his fellow tribe and thought to himself that this was indeed the case.
It is true that almost every paternalist has felt this way—it is like the feeling of betraying the rebels.
When the resistance organization replenishes supplies or goes back to meet relatives, it is received with extremely enthusiastic reception. Then it is led to somewhere, or medicine is placed in the mud tea, or stays in place. In the end, it will be caught by the good master or the slave merchant.
Among the people who betray them, there may be a friend who has been with him for decades, a boss who always adds half a cup of mud tea to them on the roadside, or even his own relatives - his father or mother, or older brother and sister.
Betrayal is the background of this desert.
There is no integrity that can withstand the test of the identity of free people and slaves. The more you struggle on the line of survival, the more you are envious, and the feeling of being able to draw water freely... and being served by slaves and manipulating other people's lives as you wish.
Everyone hates slave owners.
But everyone wants to be a slave owner.
And now, these snake people may not have done these things for a long time...their intentions are too obvious.
If the methods of these desert people were so rough, they would have been discovered long ago.
"Why just stop here."
Aivas's voice was gentle but unreasonable.
When the two snake men heard this, they turned around in shock and anger, looked at Avas and clenched the weapon in their hands.
"Don't blame them, I'm looking for you."
As the complex speech of the snake man sounded, a female snake man with a beautiful appearance and obviously should not belong to this remote temple swam out from it.
She had long black hair, fair skin, and tall breasts. She looked about two meters tall, with a silk gauze curtain covering her upper half. She was also wearing dark red clothes and decorated with many gold jewelry.
These gold ornaments collide with each other as the female snake people swim, making a sound like a wind chime.
"I'm a little disappointed."
Aivas stared at her and whispered: "I thought it would be someone taller to come to me."
"for example?"
The female snake man asked.
"For example, Ah Huan."
Aivas said with a chuckling.
“Bold!”
"Understanding!"
The two snake guards immediately looked at Aivas in extreme anger.
They obviously didn't know Aivas' identity.
But the female snake man seemed to know something.
She just raised her hand slightly, and let the two snake men put down their weapons in pain, and curled up silently into two spicy strips that looked like bicycle locks.
"--presumptuous."
Her voice was hoarse and gentle, but she had an inexplicable majesty.
She bent down respectfully and nodded slightly to Aivas: "Are you satisfied with the punishment for these blind people?"
"May I have your name."
Aivas did not answer, but asked back.
"Dongya."
The female snake man replied.
"Do you know who I am?"
Avas asked again.
"You are descendants of the Prophet Jacob."
Dongya said respectfully and politely: "Dignified...sacred entity."