You wanted to kill your son last time, are you going to kill me this time?
Xu Zhi's face was a little complicated and surprised, but he calmed down again. He seemed bold, but in fact it was natural.
He looked at Gilgamesh, who was known as the King of Heroes. He was on the verge of death last time. After he was resurrected, he killed his dear son with his own hands. At this moment, on the verge of death for the second time, he actually wanted to ask the man who granted him the Third Civilization Award.
He wields a sword like a treasure.
Perhaps from the beginning, Xu Zhi should have thought of what it would mean for him to choose a brave young insect ape among a group of trembling insect apes who dared to roar and ask questions to the vast giant.
He has no fear, and it is natural for him to swing the sword at himself.
This is due to his character.
Xu Zhi said calmly: "Gilgamesh, I'm warning you one last time, please stop your atrocities. This is barbarism and not civilization. Your next actions will pay a heavy price in the world!"
"There is no price heavier than death."
Gilgamesh slowly opened his bright red eyes, as if he had returned to his youth again, revealing the long-lost passion and madness in his youth, "It's just like when I went to kill the Finbar giant with a death wish.
Like a beast, today, I will kill the giant beast of wisdom, steal his civilization, seize his power, and achieve immortality in the true sense."
"I want to lead my people and challenge you!"
His whole body was covered in muscles, and his snow-white skin was like a god in Nordic mythology. He let out a strong roar,
"This is the first collision between civilizations. One intelligent civilization challenges another unique intelligent behemoth... The intelligent behemoth, even though you once guided our civilization, now you have blocked ours.
pace."
He raised his sword high, and the strong wind blew his silver-white hair, arrogantly and wantonly,
"I will use the power of the whole country——"
clang!
Dang! Dang!!
The dull and distant stone bell rang slowly, and the entire King City of Uruk was boiling.
Hundreds of thousands of troops gathered throughout the city, pouring out in dense numbers to form a dense and orderly array.
Xu Zhi looked at this scene and sighed, "As early as when I didn't know it, more than ten years ago, Gilgamesh was ready to attack the intelligent beast, and all the people were soldiers... Today
, just to lure me here, if I don't agree to his conditions, he will bring people to kill me."
Courageous and resourceful, from this perspective, he is indeed a great tyrant.
.....
Mesopotamia plain, giant city in the Ur plain.
Ishtar stood calmly in front of the palace. Even though they were very far away, she could still see the giant towering into the clouds standing next to the royal city, with a white and holy light shining through the clouds on his face.
"What a majestic and perfect life this is."
Ishtar was shocked, but her pupils shrank slightly, "It's time to take action. If it weren't for finding helpers, with His Majesty Gilgamesh's dictatorship, how could he give the precious blood of power to others? He
It was for this moment from the very beginning, to find other helpers.”
Tread!
She jumped lightly, turned over and mounted the beast, put on a black felt hat, and waved a black stone hammer made of the beast's bones.
"Mother! Grandma! Grandma!"
There were countless men and women on the plain who were hesitant to speak.
"Zarn, are you still alive?" Ishtar suddenly turned her head.
A young man showed a bitter look, "Grandma, my father is already lying on the hospital bed and is about to die of old age..."
"Son, wait for me, the king of the grassland, Ishtar, to come back and extend your life!"
A flash of sadness flashed through Ishtar, looking at the towering giant in the distance, with great desire, "I am not Gilgamesh. I can kill my own son with my own hands. I cannot bear to see my sons and grandsons die of old age one by one."
In front of me, I want to get more blood of power, even the blood of a giant intelligent beast, which may be the blood of eternal life..."
"Go to war."
She suddenly slapped the giant Ala beast under her, revealing the bravery and courage of the prairie barbarians, and led the most elite barbarian cavalry army to set off.
"History will remember this great moment. In the 175th year of the Sumerian Dynasty, the Sumerians will kill the giant beast of wisdom and drink the blood of eternal life and return!!!"
.....
The sacred tree near the royal capital.
This vast ancient tree that once reached into the sky and was used to test three civilization treasures had been abandoned for a long time. At this moment, a huge city in the Enkidu Forest was built on the tree, prosperous and prosperous.
Supreme Treehouse, on the tree trunk on the outer balcony.
Enkidu leaned on a wooden crutch and quietly looked at the shocking scene of a terrifying giant reaching into the sky in the distance. Several disciples stood quietly behind him.
"Teacher, it's time to set off. The promise made to the king should be fulfilled..."
Someone whispered a reminder behind me.
"No, we resist. We, the giant city of Enkidu Forest, choose to do nothing." Enkidu sighed. Even when he looked at the royal city from a long distance, the terrifying power of the giants made him breathless.
Come.
"Is the teacher afraid?" A straightforward disciple couldn't help but ask: "Three royal cities, the three most powerful kings of Sumer work together, even the legendary intelligent beast may not be able to...
"
"No, it's not fear. I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of throwing away something more important than life." Enkidu said softly: "My civilization and wisdom prevent me from killing and giving away like a cruel beast.
Our civilization, the intelligent beast that saves our race, without kindness and morality, will be no different from wild beasts... My disciples, tell me! Are we going to become savages now?"
The disciples were silent.
Their teacher is one of the three strongest king city leaders, a great forest hero king who survived by receiving the blood of power, but...
"I resisted the decree and did not go to war. My crime is unpardonable. My head will be cut off."
Enkidu looked at Utana Pizim, the most capable disciple next to him.
"If His Majesty the King wins and carries my head to the palace, I will be guilty of resisting the imperial decree. Due to His Majesty's tyranny, I will definitely die. This is all my own idea. Please do not bring harm to the Royal City."
..."
"If the giant beast of wisdom wins, then take my head and hand it over to the giant beast of wisdom, and pray for forgiveness from the great giant. Let the giant beast of wisdom know that we still have the true inheritors of civilization, and we are not pure barbarians. I pray not to
Completely exterminate our race, leaving only a glimmer of hope."
"teacher..."
Next to him, Utana Pizim, the most trusted disciple, remained silent and looked at this great wise man from Sumer.
"Kill me." Enkidu stood on the outer balcony of the Supreme Treehouse, opening his arms calmly.
After a moment of silence, my heart trembled and blood bloomed.
puff!
Utana Pizim cut off his mentor's head.
One of the strongest heroes of the Sumerian civilization, Enkidu, the king of the forest, showed no resistance before his death.
Utana Pizim looked at the calm and familiar face on his mentor's head, which was silently wrapped in animal skin. Suddenly, his heart felt sour. He vaguely knew that something extremely important in his life was slowly broken.
...
The sky is shaking.
"volley!"
Countless black and red bows and arrows and spears were like spikes, piercing into the dense clouds and mist in the sky, shooting towards the terrifying intelligent beast.
The earth was wailing and shaking.
Countless ant-like elite soldiers rushed towards the soles of the shoes. Countless stone buildings and houses in the city collapsed, one after another, like toy fortresses made of building blocks, which continued to collapse.
Civilians and women were fleeing. Screams, cries, crazy roars, death roars, explosions, beastly roars, wild laughter, and countless sounds were intertwined together.
The most powerful royal city of Uruk was completely reduced to a bloody battlefield.
