In the ancient temple, there are symbols of death everywhere. Skulls swayed against the walls, tooth bells rattled in the wind, corpses fell in front of the main hall, and blood splattered on the black stones. And the mournful laughter resounded throughout the temple, like a dying mother beast wailing!

"Hahaha!..."

The white snake princess warrior hugged the boy and leaned against the vicissitudes of life. She smiled cheerfully, folded her hands tightly, and covered the boy's eyes.

"The old priest of the **** of death that the Mexicans were looking for has been killed by me!"

"Damn! How dare you!"

Bertard angrily took off the longbow, put on the long arrow, and aimed directly at the key point of the warrior Ji. At such a close distance, he has full confidence that he can shoot through the opponent with one arrow!

"Haha? How dare I?"

The White Snake Princess Samurai didn't realize it. She laughed and stared at the black wolf sculpture of the **** of death in the hall with hatred on her face.

"The leader of the Mexicas, known as the God of Death. The old skull is also a priest of the God of Death. There is no evil connection between the two! He cursed the alliance of the four nations and threatened my Highness, he should be killed! Damn! "

Shulot frowned and looked at the somewhat mad warrior Ji. He pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is the dead priest's body now?"

"Body? Naturally, after killing it, it was buried outside the temple. The old guy is scary. Does he still keep his old skull to threaten my highness?"

"Slave White Snake, I'm not afraid."

Hearing this, the boy struggled a bit, but was hugged even tighter by Ji Samurai. He said something in a low voice.

"With you... I'm not afraid of skeletons."

"Your Highness!..."

Ji Samurai's eyes instantly turned red. She hugged the boy tightly, reluctant to let go, like her last hope.

"...call!"

Shirot watched for a while and sighed softly. He was calm, and finally promised.

"Samurai Ji of the water snake family! Speak the prophecy, and I can let you all die."

"prophecy?"

Hearing these two words, Ji Samurai's voice suddenly rose. She shrieked sharply, like some kind of unwilling resistance.

"There is no prophecy! The old skull has no prophecy! He is crazy, only gibberish!"

"Whether it is a prophecy, naturally someone will judge."

Shirott's expression gradually faded, and the softness in his heart became hard again. He promised, and decided, not to be disobeyed.

"...Say it! My patience won't last long."

"..."

Samurai Ji stopped screaming. She stared at the man, the delicate and sturdy leather armor, the obsidian gilt necklace, and the cloak with the black wolf pattern. She guessed the identity of the other party, with a strong suspicion in her eyes, and despair of fate.

"I tell you, do you really...let us go?"

"Well. The Lord God witnesses!"

"Hehe! Lord God? God of War?...Bah! Evil Mexicans, you are the fallen who colluded with volcano demons, black wolves spreading endless death and greedy blood!"

"Om..."

Hearing this, Naxiu squinted her eyes and looked bad. She slowly drew her longbow, and also aimed at the key point of Ji Samurai.

Shilot was silent. He didn't speak, his eyes became deep, like a bottomless sea. He didn't move either, just raised his head and looked at the statue of Death, at the red tongue. After a while, he quietly whispered, only Naxiu could hear it, just to himself.

"Death is the price of life. Without death...there is no unity...without unity, there is more death!"

"Haha, death!...Haha, death!"

Ji Samurai looked at the **** of death statue, laughed, and even burst into tears. It wasn't until her laughing voice was hoarse that she couldn't breathe before she stopped abruptly and asked coldly.

"Head of Mexica, who are you?"

"..."

Shilot was silent for a while. Afterwards, he stared blankly at Warrior Ji and announced lightly.

"I am the Mexica's **** of death, Shilotel."

At this moment, the divinity of the king poured out, and the human nature was buried deep in his heart. In the name of the **** of death, do death. There is neither joy nor compassion.

"What?! You!"

Hearing this, Warrior Ji was stunned and lost his voice for a while. Her face was first shocked, then disbelieving suspicion, then turned into grief and anger, turned into blood-like hatred... Finally, full of murderous madness!

"Shirotre, the **** of death! It's you! It's you! With the cruel Mexica legion, using the power of the volcanic demon, we destroyed our city-state! ... Kill you!"

Samurai Ji's shouts became sharper and his expression fell into madness. She jumped forward sharply, picked up the longbow on the ground, and pulled it away, aiming at the great enemy of the Tlaxcalans.

"Whizzing!"

Two sharp feather arrows pierced through the air fiercely. One hit the left arm and one hit the right leg. Then, the bronze arrow stagnated slightly, and then broke the cotton armor, and suddenly entered the flesh.

"Hey!...Hey!"

"what!..."

Warrior Ji let out a shrill scream, the longbow in his hand fell, and he fell weakly to the ground. Bright red flowed out of her armor and fell to the ground drop by drop.

"Dong dong!"

The big shield warriors at the door all took two steps forward, aiming their weapons at the two people in the corner.

"White Snake slave! You are injured..."

The boy exclaimed and threw himself on Ji Samurai. He stretched out his hands, trying to cover the wound on the other's body. But the blood kept flowing, and the little hand couldn't cover it at all.

"Well!..."

Samurai Ji groaned in pain. She stared at the little highness, holding his hand with difficulty, holding him in her arms. This time, she didn't cover the boy's eyes.

"Your Highness! You...look at that person over there!"

"Ah? White Snake Slave?"

"Look at him..."

"it is good!"

The boy nodded, his black eyes widened, and he stared at Shiloh.

"His Royal Highness, you have to remember that he is our enemy, destroying the entire city-state, and destroying the enemy of the glory family! You have to remember him, even if he dies, remember him!"

With hatred, Warrior Ji whispered.

The boy hesitated. He looked at the handsome young man for a while and nodded.

"White Snake... I remember. I remember his appearance."

"Okay! Take a few more glances, look at him, and curse him!..."

Shulot lowered his eyes and watched everything quietly, like a sculpture of a god, watching the rise and fall of the world.

The blood flowed quietly and quickly dyed the ground. An abnormal flush appeared on Ji Samurai's face. Her expression became calm, she did not bandage the wound, she just gently stroked the boy's neck and sang softly.

"I came to the Temple of Death,

with last hope,

Find the old priest,

Pray for his prophetic guidance...

"

"Huh? Prophecy?"

Hearing this, the samurai chief's expression became solemn, and he was about to step forward to ask questions.

"Listen to her sing."

Xiuluo spoke lightly, his face did not change. The samurai captain immediately stopped, held the longbow in his hand, and listened carefully.

"The priest with cloudy eyes,

The godborn watching the cloud serpent

He inhaled madly poisonous smoke,

Husky gibberish!

"

Warrior Ji's voice gradually became mournful and hoarse, like the low voice of the dead.

"Death is at hand,

The brightest morning star is about to fall.

Immortal gods will die one after another,

In the holy habitat!

"

"Huh? Morningstar...the gods?"

Shirot was a little puzzled, and was silent in thought. The so-called prophecies always have many ambiguous images, and it is not known what they are talking about.

"The cloud snake dies here,

His people will also die.

Here the sun sets,

His people will also fight.

"

Singing here, Ji Samurai's voice was full of deep despair. She couldn't accept the old priest's prophecy, such a tragic and desperate ending. She sang loudly, like a raven suing for death, singing a plea for the underworld.

"Only the **** of death,

Eternal in a world of death.

As the sun rises from the west,

Light up this barren Jedi.

"

"The sun rises in the west?"

Bertard froze, a look of joy on his face.

"then,

Death comes from the west.

Death comes from the east,

Death comes from the south,

Scattered around with the wind.

"

"Death... floating around?"

Naxiu opened her eyes in confusion, unable to imagine such a scene.

"Death closed his eyes,

touch the invisible death,

Death breeds life!

Then he too will die,

Where the moon and the mountains are,

He will...

"

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Ji Samurai stopped singing, UU reading www.uukanshu.com laughed hoarsely again, and the prophecy came to an abrupt end.

"Invisible death?"

Hearing this, Shilot was startled, thought for a moment, and suddenly widened his eyes. He looked extremely serious, stared solemnly at the warrior Ji in front of him, and asked angrily.

"What about the back? What is the prophecy behind?!"

"The back?"

Ji Samurai laughed wildly and shook his head.

"Behind, no more! The old skull was killed by me, so naturally it will be gone!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Bertard's color suddenly changed. He dropped his longbow, suddenly drew his sword, and rushed towards the two people in the corner!