The mountain breeze blows, and the temple of the God of Death seems to be alive, singing lowly, telling ancient memories. The cold wind passes through the rows of skulls, making a "wu" sound like a roar. The hanging skeletons sway in the wind,
Sometimes they collide with each other and make a "bang" sound like a drum.
Shulot pursed his lips and observed carefully. He also heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, but they were tooth bells hanging on the lower jaw of the skull, like the whispers of the deceased. Various strange bone sounds came interlaced, forming a unique sound.
The chorus of music covered up the sounds in the temple.
"Of the personal guards, half will protect His Highness, and half will surround the temple! There are two rows outside the temple, one with vertical shields, and the other with bows. Surrounded from all sides, like a pack of wolves hunting, don't let anyone go!"
Bertard lowered his voice and gave some instructions to several guards captains. The two hundred guards immediately divided into two groups. One group raised their shields high and guarded Hulot tightly. The other group spread out in all directions and surrounded him.
A small temple of the God of Death.
In just a moment, two hundred elite Mexican warriors were ready to launch an attack at any time.
"Your Highness, please wait patiently here for a moment."
Bertard narrowed his eyes, held the bronze sword with one hand, and took out a large shield. Then, he glanced at Na Xiu, who was wearing leather armor, and saluted Xiu Luote, and took a few
Ten personal guards rushed towards the mottled main entrance of the temple.
The movement of people had already alarmed the crowd in the temple. As soon as the warrior chief entered the main entrance, more than a dozen bone arrows attacked!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"boom!..."
Bertard dodged in an instant and quickly raised his shield. Most of the arrows fell into the air and hit the dark bricks. Only one sharp feather arrow was nailed to the wooden shield and fired.
There was a dull "duh" sound.
"kill!"
Dozens of large shield guards swarmed up and rushed into the temple. And a dozen Tlaxcala warriors immediately jumped out of the narrow temple. These warriors were wearing snake-print battle clothes and waving obsidian weapons in their hands.
Fighting sticks, greet the killing Mexica guards! Many warriors still carry conspicuous large bows on their backs, but they have no chance to use them.
Bertard held up a large shield and a bronze sword, and did not participate in the battle. He was just patiently and keenly looking for the source of the sharp arrow just now.
"Whoosh!"
A bone arrow, carrying the cry of death, struck instantly at an extremely tricky angle. A large shield guard grunted and fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his neck.
Bertard took a quick look and determined that he was seriously injured and could not be saved. Then, he suddenly stepped forward, like a jaguar that had found its prey, and rushed towards the main hall of the temple!
"Guard your highness!"
Seeing the action of the warrior captain, the Tlaxcala warriors who were fighting fiercely all exclaimed in surprise. Then, they quickly retreated and gathered towards the center. Regardless of their injuries, they blocked the front of the hall tightly.
"Hmm? Your Highness?"
Hearing this title, Bertard was slightly startled, and was in a trance for a moment.
"Whoosh!"
Another precise bone arrow was shot towards the vital part of the neck! The samurai commander was still in a trance, but his body had already reacted in time. He dodged and missed the bone arrow of death.
"Huh? Good shooting skills!"
Bertard looked calm, but a trace of surprise and appreciation flashed in his eyes. Then, without hesitation, he let out a loud shout.
"Charge with your shield up and enter the hall!"
"kill!"
Dozens of guards charged together, swinging sharp copper axes. They slashed up and down powerfully, cutting through the enemy's battle clothes, cutting through the thin cotton armor, and then splitting the fragile body!
"Pfft!...Pah!..."
Soon, large clouds of blood shot out from the bodies of the Tlaxcala warriors!
The bodyguard warriors were superior in number, more proficient in combat skills, and had superior weapons and equipment. It only took them half a moment to kill the enemy and retreat to the entrance of the hall. And within half an hour of killing, the special people at the entrance of the hall
All the warriors of La Scala died.
The front of the main hall of the God of Death was covered with bright red, and more than a dozen corpses were lying densely at the door. Then, the scene in the main hall was clearly revealed.
"Hmm? Women and children?"
Bertard frowned and paid attention to the situation in the palace. He saw a young Warrior Ji in his early twenties, holding a long bow and aiming at the dozens of guards outside the door. Behind Warrior Ji, a figure was vaguely revealed.
The figure of a child.
"Cruel Mexica! You actually chased me here!"
The young Warrior Ji looked at the people outside the palace, knowing that there was no way out for her. Her eyes were about to burst, and she blocked His Highness behind her and shouted angrily.
"The glorious head of the family has committed suicide in the city, and all the adult divine descendants have died in battle, but you are not willing to let go of even his last bloodline! The noble divine descendant family will be cut off today, and this fate will one day come to an end.
, will come to you! In this temple of death, I will curse you with my life, evil Mexica!..."
"...Um?"
Hearing this, Bertard was startled for a moment. Then, he looked solemn and asked in a deep voice.
"Warrior Ji who is good at shooting, which divine family are you from? What is your name?"
"Bah! You evil Mexica, don't try to fool me again!"
Warrior Ji said "poof", then suddenly opened his bow and shot towards Bertard.
"Duh!"
The warrior captain was well prepared, and he quickly raised his shield to block the sharp arrow. Then, his expression turned cold, he looked at the surrounding guards, and waved his hand forward.
"superior!"
"Wait a moment!"
Under the cover of several large shields, Shulot slowly walked into the temple, closely followed by Naxiu who was holding a bow. His eyes moved, scanning the damaged stone temple door and skipping the dark tiled floor.
, he had seen the red-tongued death wolf statue. Then, he carefully looked at the altar with the black skull in the center for a while, and then looked at the two people against the temple wall.
"Warrior Ji who is good at shooting, if my guess is correct..."
Shulot's eyes paused for a moment on the snake pattern on Warrior Ji's uniform, and then he asked affirmatively.
"Are you descendants of the Water Snake family?"
"...the evil Mexica chieftain..."
Warrior Ji tightened her long bow and aimed at the young man in front of her. Even under the cover of her shield, she had no chance of hitting him, but she still had to fight to the death in a gesture of resistance!
"Who are you?!"
"...Um."
Shulot pondered for a moment and said with a smile.
"I am the person sent by the Death Temple to obtain the prophecies from the Death God Priest."
"What!"
Warrior Ji was stunned for a few breaths, with sadness and anger on his face.
"Aren't you the pursuers who captured His Highness?"
"...Um."
Shulot smiled and spoke calmly.
"Meeting you today was just an accident, an arrangement of unpredictable fate...or perhaps, an arrangement of the God of Death."
"Ah! By chance...O God of the Hunt!...You have abandoned us! I curse you!..."
Warrior Ji trembled all over and looked up at the sky, with tears in the corners of her eyes.
"White Snake Slave...aren't they here to catch us?"
A boy of seven or eight years old carefully poked his head out from behind Warrior Ji. He looked at the corpses on the ground in fear, then looked at the Mexicans opposite, and asked in a low voice.
"Can we...can escape?"
"...Your Highness..."
The White Snake Princess trembled in her heart. She was in a hurry, trying to block the boy behind her, but the boy kept popping up and looking outside. Finally, she simply dropped her longbow, hugged the boy in her arms, and covered her with it.
It caught his eyes.
"Your Highness, don't look at... we... are here, and we won't go there."
Dozens of warriors holding large shields and bronze soldiers surrounded the small temple. However, without His Highness's orders, they just remained motionless, watching the two men in silence and solemnity.
"..."
Shulot looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly a bit of softness emerged from his rock-hard heart. He smiled and said calmly.
"We are here to find the priests of the God of Death and to obtain prophecies. It is not my duty to arrest you. As long as you tell me where the priests of the God of Death are, I can let you go!"
"Haha...hahaha!"
Hearing this, the White Snake Princess was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a sad smile.
"Priest of Death? Asking for a prophecy? Haha, hahaha!..."
The hoarse laughter echoed in the temple of the God of Death, accompanied by the ringing of skeleton bells, echoing in the cold sky. The sky was pure blue, the top of the mountain was pure white, and the earth under the feet was pure black.
, mixed with pure red. Then, a shrill voice confused all the colors, even with madness.
"Prophecy? There are no prophecies, just nonsense! The old priest made some random predictions and dared to curse the Four Kingdoms Alliance and threaten my Highness... I have already killed him!"
