The mountain wind blows, and the temple of the **** of death seems to be alive, singing in a low voice, telling the ancient memories. The cold wind passed through the rows of skulls, making a Xiao-like "woo" sound. The hanging skeletons swayed with the wind, and sometimes collided with each other, making a "bang" like a drum.

Shilot pursed his lips and observed carefully. He also heard the crisp wind bell, but it was the tooth bell hanging from the lower jaw of the skull, like the whisper of the dead. And all kinds of strange bone sounds interlaced, forming a unique ensemble, which covered the sound in the temple.

"All the guards, half guarding His Royal Highness, and half surrounding the temple! There are two rows outside the temple, one row is erecting shields, and the other row is holding bows. Surrounded from all sides, like a pack of wolves hunting, don't let anyone go!"

Bertard lowered his voice and gave some orders to the captains of the guards. The two hundred guards were then divided into two groups. A group of shields were held high, and they were closely guarding Shulot. The other group spread out in all directions, surrounding the small Temple of Death.

In just a moment, the two hundred elite Mexica warriors were ready to attack at any time.

"Your Highness, please stay here and wait patiently for a moment."

Bertard narrowed his eyes, clenched the bronze longsword in one hand, and took out a large shield. Afterwards, he glanced at Naxiu, who was wearing leather armor, and bowed to Shirott again. Then he took dozens of guards and rushed towards the mottled main entrance of the temple.

The movement of the crowd has long alarmed the crowd in the temple. As soon as the samurai chief entered the main entrance, more than a dozen bone arrows attacked!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"boom!..."

Bertard dodged in an instant and raised his shield nimbly. Most of the arrows fell into the air and hit the dark masonry. There was only one sharp feather arrow, nailed to the wooden shield fiercely, making a dull "duh" sound.

"kill!"

Dozens of large shield guards swarmed up and quickly rushed towards the temple. In the narrow temple, a dozen Tlaxcala warriors jumped out immediately. These warriors wore snake-patterned battle uniforms, waving obsidian battle sticks in their hands, and greeted the slain Mexican guards! Behind many samurai, there are still conspicuous big bows, but there is no chance to use them.

Bertard, holding a large shield and a bronze sword, did not take part in the battle. He just patiently and keenly searched for the source of the sharp arrow just now.

"Whoosh!"

A bone arrow with the whistling of the **** of death shot in an instant, and the angle was extremely tricky. A big shield guard snorted and fell directly to the ground, blood gushing out from his neck.

With a quick glance, Bertard was sure that the victim was injured and that there was no cure. Then, he took a sudden stride, like a jaguar finding its prey, and hurriedly rushed towards the main hall of the temple!

"Your Highness Guard!"

Seeing the movement of the samurai captain, the Tlaxcala warriors who were fighting fiercely exclaimed in unison. Then, they quickly retreated and gathered towards the center, disregarding the injuries on their bodies, strictly blocking the front of the hall.

"Huh? Your Highness?"

Hearing this title, Bertard was slightly startled, and was a little lost for a while.

"Whoosh!"

Another precise bone arrow, shot towards the vital point of the neck! The samurai chief was still in a trance, but his body had already responded in time. He dodged with a dodging step, and passed by the Bone Arrow of the God of Death.

"Huh? Good shooting!"

Bertard's expression was calm, but a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes. Then, without hesitation, he let out a loud shout.

"Raise your shield and charge, and enter the hall!"

"kill!"

Dozens of personal guards charged in unison, wielding sharp copper axes. They slashed up and down powerfully, cut through the enemy's battle clothes, cut through the thin cotton armor, and slashed the fragile body!

"Pfft!... 呲!..."

Soon, the blood flower of Da Peng shot from the body of the Tlaxcala warriors!

The number of guards warriors is dominant, the combat skills are more skilled, and the weapons and equipment also have an advantage. It only took them half an hour to slaughter the enemy to the gate of the main hall. And in less than half an hour, the Tlaxcala warriors at the entrance of the temple were all dead.

The front of the hall of the God of Death was covered with bright red, and dozens of corpses were lying at the door. Then, the scene in the hall was clearly revealed.

"Huh? Women and children?"

Bertard frowned, paying attention to the situation in the hall. I saw a young warrior Ji in his early twenties, holding a long bow, aiming at the dozens of guards outside the door. And behind Ji Samurai, there was a faint figure of a child.

"Cruel Mexicans! You've caught up here!"

The young warrior Ji looked at the crowd outside the hall, knowing that there was no way out. Her eyes were splitting, and she blocked the Highness behind her, shouting angrily.

"The glorious family owner has committed suicide in the city, and all the adult gods have died in battle, but you are unwilling to let go of his last bloodline! The noble goddess family will be cut off today, and such a fate will come one day. , will come upon you! In this temple of death I will curse you with my life, wicked Mexica!  …”

"...Ok?"

Hearing this, Bertard was slightly taken aback. Then, with a solemn expression, he asked in a deep voice.

"Samurai Ji, who is good at archery, which **** family are you from? What is your name?"

"Bah! Evil Mexica, don't try to fool me again!"

With a "Bah", Warrior Ji suddenly opened his bow and shot at Bertard.

"Duh!"

The samurai chief was prepared, and with a quick shield, he accurately blocked the sharp arrow. Then, his expression turned cold, looked at the guards around him, and waved forward.

"superior!"

"Wait a moment!"

Under the cover of several large shields, Shilot slowly stepped into the temple, followed by Naxiu, who was holding a bow. He moved his gaze, swept across the broken stone gate, skipped the pitch-black paved floor, and saw the red-tongued death wolf statue. Then, he watched carefully for a while, and there was a sacred altar with a black skull in the center, and then he looked at the two people who were against the wall of the temple.

"Samurai Ji who is good at shooting, if I guess correctly..."

Shulot's gaze stopped for a moment on the snake pattern on the warrior Ji's shirt, and then asked with certainty.

"You are the gods of the water snake family?"

"...the evil mexican leader..."

Samurai Hime tightened his long bow and aimed at the young man in front of him. Even under the cover of a shield, she had no chance of hitting the opponent, but she still had to fight desperately!

"Who are you?!"

"...Ok."

Shirot pondered a little and said with a smile.

"I was sent by His Highness the God of Death to seek the prophecy of the priest of the God of Death."

"what!"

Ji Samurai was startled, stunned for a few breaths, and grief and anger appeared on his face.

"Aren't you the pursuers who arrested His Highness?"

"...Ok."

Shirot smiled and spoke calmly.

"Meeting you today was just an accident. It was an arrangement of unpredictable fate...or maybe it was an arrangement of the **** of death."

"Ah! Occasionally... God of the Hunt!... You abandoned us! I curse you!..."

Ji Samurai trembled, looked up at the sky, tears welling up in his eyes.

"White Snake Slaves...Aren't they here to catch us?"

A boy of seven or eight, cautiously, stuck his head out from behind the warrior Ji. He looked at the corpses on the ground in fear, and then looked at the Mexicans opposite the meeting, and asked in a low voice.

"Can we... escape?"

"...Your Highness..."

The white snake princess shuddered in her heart. She was in a hurry, trying to block the boy behind her, but the boy always came up and looked outside. In the end, she simply dropped the longbow, hugged the boy in her arms, and covered his eyes.

"His Royal Highness, don't look... we... are here, and we won't go there."

Dozens of samurai armed with large shields and bronze soldiers surrounded the small temple. However, without His Highness's order, they just remained motionless, staring at the two of them silently and chillingly.

"..."

Shirot watched quietly for a while~lightnovelpub.net~ A little softness suddenly surged out of his rock-solid heart. He smiled and said calmly.

"We are here to find the priest of Death and ask for prophecy. It is not my duty to arrest you. As long as you tell me where the priest of Death is, I can let you go!"

"Haha...hahaha!"

Hearing this, the White Snake Princess warrior was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a miserable smile.

"Priest of Death? Ask for a prophecy? Haha, haha!..."

The hoarse laughter echoed in the temple of the **** of death, accompanied by the bell of the skeleton, echoing in the cold sky. The sky is pure blue, and the tops are pure white. The ground beneath his feet is pure black mixed with pure red. Then, a mournful voice scrambled all the colors, even with madness.

"Prophecy? There is no prophecy, only nonsense! The old priest made some prophecies indiscriminately, dared to curse the Four Nations Alliance, and threatened my highness... I have already killed him!"