It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1177 The Holy See of Glory has invaded! (Please vote for me at the end of the month)
Chapter 1177 The Holy See of Glory has invaded! (Please vote for me at the end of the month)
The sun god Viracocha fell into a deep sleep, which was reflected in the temple of the sun, that is, the glow on the statue was dim, and the sacrificial fire in the temple was dying, like a stove fire that was about to go out.
What is reflected in the clergy is that the divine power from the Sun God is scarce and the power of divine magic has declined. The high-level priests prayed to the gods and received the answer -
No reply…
For a time, all the temples were extremely nervous. Especially the Virgin of the Sun, who guarded the sacred fire, had been closely watched and protected:
It all depends on them!
If the holy fire is extinguished, it will be a big deal. A holy fire is a part of the power of the sun god!
During this period, any Sun Virgin must be well protected. No one can bully them or harass them!
As for the Kingdom of the Sun, it was even more panicked. Especially for the passes to the north of the Kingdom of the Sun, all soldiers on vacation were recalled and the number of patrols was doubled. The swords were repolished and the armor was renovated——
"Abi, why do we have to come out so late to guard the city wall?"
In the howling cold wind, the indigenous warrior Okara tightened his thick cloak and shivered hard.
His cloak was a square blanket woven from the coarsest alpaca hair and inferior cotton, with a round hole in the middle just enough for his head to stick out.
A brown cloth belt tied the cloak tightly around his waist, and one hand was stretched out on each side. He held a spear in his right hand, and raised a torch in his left hand. The flame was blown by the mountain wind and went straight to
There are sparks floating on the companion's body.
Next to him, his companion Abi who was asking the question raised a wooden shield to block the sparks. He shrugged angrily, took out a flat copper pot, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of cold wine.
Enter the throat and burn a line of fire along the esophagus:
"Why? - Because of those robbers! Those robbers, those devils - they are coming again! Tsk, every year when the Dark Day approaches, they will come to harass us!"
"But we didn't have to patrol so late in the past!" Oka paced back and forth a few steps, hiding behind the boulders of the fortress to avoid the cold wind as much as possible.
Abi stretched out his hand to him and handed the copper pot to him generously. Oka shook his head, pulled out a small woven bag from his belt, took out a gray-green leaf, put it in his mouth, and put it against his cheek
inside.
The leaves made his body numb, and he no longer felt so cold. He breathed a sigh of relief and stretched his body. On the other side, Abi persuaded him in a nonchalant way:
"Be content. The priests have even distributed the holy wine and holy leaves in advance. If they hadn't come out to patrol, these holy wines would not have been available until the dark day? Not to mention the holy leaves——"
He suddenly stopped talking and turned around. Oka also turned around at the same time, holding his breath and looking around.
However, apart from the whirring sound of the mountain peaks blowing across the pass, all that could be heard was the crackling of torches.
"Are you okay?"
"It should be fine. Every time they come, they are the guys who succumbed to the evil god... Bah! Without the power of the Sun God, they will never be warriors in their lives! Even the evil god looks down on them! If it weren't for the evil god's minions, we would
I called you back a long time ago!"
The two of them each stopped talking, holding on to their spears and scimitars, and continued to patrol around the inner wall of the fortress. And above the pass they were patrolling, a group of silent soldiers, with their heads lowered and their waists bent, silently climbed up the slope:
"Go quickly! Go quickly!"
The junior officers held whips and scolded the ordinary soldiers, as well as the servants and slaves recruited from the indigenous people. The skinny slaves were bent over, carrying large baskets of dry food and supplies, step by step,
Hard trek.
The plateau, the cold night, and the mountain roads are steep. The cold air pours into the lungs, cutting everyone's chest like a knife, taking away every ounce of strength in their bodies. The knights and officers can still hold on, but the footsteps of the slave soldiers have begun.
Staggered up.
Suddenly, a slave soldier staggered and almost fell. With a snap, a whip was whipped up immediately, drawing a bloody mark on his shoulder. He did not dare to say a word, but took out a handful of gray-green leaves from under his clothes.
, stuff it into your mouth and chew hard.
The juice of the leaves made him feel light and airy. He no longer felt pain or cold, and even felt a strange kind of euphoria. He walked and walked, and suddenly, there was chaos in front of him:
"Give it to me! Give it to me!"
In a slightly flatter recess, two slave soldiers rolled to the ground. One was riding on the other's body, trying hard to pull on his belt and snatching the small woven bag on the belt. He opened the bag and dug in hopefully.
dig:
"No more! Why no more!"
He shouted softly in surprise and disappointment, raised his head, and stared at the slave soldier who was suppressed by him. His eyes were green and faint, like hungry wild wolves in the night. After staring for a moment, he suddenly pounced on him and dug at him.
Chewing cheeks:
"Spit it out! Spit it out! Give it to me!
!”
The two people threw themselves on the ground and rolled into a ball. Next to them, the slave soldiers were carrying heavy baskets, walking step by step with their heads lowered. No one looked at them. Their faces were numb, their eyes were numb, each one looked like
Zombies driven by the Necromancer.
Only the low-level officers who maintained order rushed forward. They yelled and cursed and whipped their whips, but they did not move the two slave soldiers away. The horse hooves came from behind. A high-ranking knight rushed forward and lowered his head to ask.
:
"What's wrong?"
"Your Excellency! These two slave soldiers are causing trouble!" The officer stood at attention, lowered his head, and saluted with his chest:
"Please give me some time, I'll take care of it right away!"
"Hmph." The knight muttered something softly, as if "the natives are dirty and mean", but he really didn't care. He fiddled with the iron helmet studded with emeralds, and the shiny golden spurs lightly
A light knock.
The ornate pony walked nimbly across the mountain road with light steps. The intricate embroidery on the woolen military uniform, the stirrups and the gold ornaments on the saddle all shone in the firelight, as if nothing could be stained by dirt.
.
Not far away from the horse, the two slave soldiers were still rolling together. The one riding on the other's body burst out with astonishing strength, and forcefully opened the gap between the other's teeth, and pulled out a ball of gray-green leaf mud from his mouth.
He raised his hand and stuffed it into his mouth:
The lump of leaf mud was dripping with blood from the bite of his finger, as well as the saliva and blood of the original owner.
"The slave is really dirty." The knight frowned in disgust and urged his horse forward. In the crowd behind him, an old man stared at his back and sighed sadly:
Who strictly controlled the Sun Temple and distributed large quantities of holy leaves and holy wine that could only be used for sacrifices and rare occasions to control slaves and miners?
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An entire generation of people of the sun...are all ruined...ruined!
He lowered his head helplessly, tightened the basket on his back, and continued to move forward. Over mountains, over ridges, around passes, and then...
The torrent of steel surged down.
"Abi! The enemy is coming! Run! Run!
!”
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