Remember [New] in a second! In the ancient temple, there are symbols of death everywhere. Skulls swayed on the wall, toothed bells rang in the wind, corpses fell in front of the hall, and blood was scattered on the black stone. And the shrill and miserable laughter resounded in the entire temple, like the wailing of a dying female beast!

"Hahaha!..."

Warrior White Snake embraced the boy and leaned against the vicissitudes of the wall. She smiled heartily, tightly closed her hands, and covered the boy's eyes.

"The old priest of death that the Mexica are looking for has been killed by me!"

"Damn! How dare you!"

Berthard angrily took off his long bow, put on a long arrow, and aimed directly at Warrior Ji's vitals. At such a close distance, he is fully confident that he can shoot through the opponent with one arrow!

"Haha? How dare I?"

Warrior White Snake didn't seem to realize it. She laughed loudly, staring at the black wolf sculpture of the **** of death in the main hall, with hatred on her face.

"The leader of the Mexica is known as the **** of death. The old skull is also the priest of the **** of death. There is no evil connection between the two! He cursed the alliance of four states and threatened my highness. He deserves to be killed! Damn it! "

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

"Where is the body of the death priest?"

"Corpse? Of course it was killed and buried outside the temple. The old guy is so scary, does he still have his old skull to threaten my Highness?"

"White snake slave, I'm not afraid."

Hearing this, the boy struggled a bit, but was hugged even tighter by Warrior Ji. He whispered something.

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

"Your Highness!..."

Warrior Ji's eyes instantly turned red. She hugged the boy tightly, unwilling to let go, as if holding on to her last sustenance.

"...call!"

Shulot watched for a while, then sighed softly. He calmly, finally promised.

"Warrior Ji of the Water Snake Clan! Tell the prophecy, and I can spare your lives."

"prophecy?"

Hearing these two words, Ji Wushi's voice suddenly rose. She screamed, like some kind of unacceptable resistance.

"No prophecies! Old Skull has no prophecies! He's crazy, just talking nonsense!"

"Whether it is a prophecy or not, someone will naturally judge."

Shulot's expression gradually tightened, and the softness in his heart hardened again. He made a promise, and also made a decision, which cannot be violated.

"...Speak up! My patience won't last long."

"..."

Warrior Ji stopped screaming. She stared at the man's body, the exquisite and sturdy leather armor, the obsidian gilt necklace, and the cloak with black wolf pattern. She guessed the identity of the other party, with strong doubts in her eyes and despair of fate.

"I say it, are you really going to... let us go?"

"Yes. The Lord God witnesses!"

"Hehe! Lord God? God of War?... Bah! Evil Mexica, you are the fallen who colluded with the volcano monster, and you are black wolves who spread endless death and stick out their greedy blood tongue!"

"Om..."

Hearing this, Naxiu squinted her eyes with a bad expression. She slowly drew her longbow and aimed at Warrior Ji's vitals.

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

"Death is the price of vitality. Without death... there will be no unity... Without unity, there will be more death!"

"Haha, Death!...Haha, Death!"

Ji Wushi looked at the statue of the **** of death, laughed, and even burst into tears. It wasn't until she laughed hoarsely and couldn't breathe that she suddenly stopped and asked coldly.

"Mexica leader, who are you?"

"..."

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

"I am Death of the Mexica, Shlotel."

At this moment, the divinity of the king gushed out, while the humanity was deeply buried in his heart. In the name of the **** of death, death is done. There is neither joy nor pity.

"What?! You!"

Hearing this, Ji Wushi was so shocked that he lost his voice for a while. Her face was first shocked, then unbelievably suspicious, then turned into grief and anger, and turned into hatred like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood... Finally, madness full of murderous intent!

"Sholotel, God of Death! It's you! It's you! With the brutal Mexica Legion, using the power of the volcanic demon, we destroyed our city-state!...Kill you!"

Warrior Ji's shout became sharper and his expression fell into madness. She jumped forward, picked up the longbow on the ground, and pulled it away, aiming at the Tlaxcalan enemy.

"Whizzing!"

Two sharp feathered arrows pierced through the air fiercely. One was shot in the left arm and the other in the right leg. Then, the bronze arrow stopped slightly, then broke through the cotton armor, and plunged into the flesh.

"Chick!... Chick!"

"ah!..."

Warrior Ji uttered a scream, the longbow in his hand dropped, and he fell powerlessly to the ground. Bright red flowed out from her armor, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

"Boom!"

The large shield warriors at the door all stepped forward two steps, and pointed their weapons at the two people in the corner.

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

The boy let out a cry of surprise and threw himself on Warrior Ji. He stretched out his hands, trying to cover the wound on the opponent's body. But the blood kept flowing, and the little hand couldn't cover it at all.

"Well!..."

Ji Wushi grunted in pain. She stared at the little Highness obsessively, held his hand with difficulty, and hugged him in her arms. This time, she didn't cover the boy's eyes.

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

"Huh? White Snake Slave?"

"Look at him..."

"good!"

The boy nodded, staring at Shulot with widened black eyes.

"Your Highness, you have to remember that he is our enemy, who destroyed the entire city-state and the glory family's enemy! You have to remember him, even if you die, remember him!"

Warrior Ji exhorted in a low voice with hatred.

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

Valley sinus

"White snake slave...I remember. I remember his appearance."

"Okay! Look a few more times, look at him, 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, quickly staining the ground. An abnormal blush appeared on Ji Wushi's face. Her expression became peaceful, she didn't bandage the wound, but gently stroked the boy's neck and sang softly.

"I came to the Temple of Death,

with one last hope,

Find the old priest,

Pray for guidance from his prophecies...

"

"Huh? Prophecy?"

Hearing this, the samurai commander's expression became solemn, and he was about to step forward to question him.

"Listen to her singing."

Xiulot spoke lightly, without changing his face. The warrior commander stopped immediately, holding the longbow in his hand, and listened carefully.

"The priest with cloudy eyes,

The Deity Watching the Cloud Serpent

He smoked the poisonous smoke of madness,

Hoarse gibberish!

"

Warrior Ji's voice gradually became shrill, with a hoarseness that touched people's hearts, like the whisper of the dead.

"Death is at hand,

The brightest morning star is about to fall.

The immortal gods will die one after another,

In the sacred habitat!

"

"Huh? Morningstar...Gods?"

Xiulot was a little puzzled, and was silent in thought. The so-called prophecy always has many ambiguous images, and one does not know what is being said.

"Here the cloud serpent dies,

His people will also die.

The sun sets here,

His people will also fight.

"

Singing up to this point, Warrior Ji's voice was full of despair. She couldn't accept such a prophecy from the old priest, such a miserable and hopeless ending. She sang sharply, like a raven suing death, singing the mourning of the kingdom of the underworld.

"Only Death,

Eternal in the world of death.

Rises like the sun from the west,

Light up this barren Jedi.

"

"The sun rises in the west?"

Bertard was taken aback, with a look of joy on his face.

"then,

Death comes from the west.

Death comes from the east,

Death comes from the south,

Floating around with the wind.

"

"Death... floating around?"

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

"Death closes his eyes,

touch the invisible death,

Breed life in death!

And then ~lightnovelpub.net~ He too will die,

Where the moon and the mountains are,

he will...

"

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Warrior Ji stopped singing and laughed hoarsely again, the prophecy came to an abrupt end.

"Invisible death?"

Shulot was startled when he heard the words, thought for a while, and suddenly widened his eyes. He looked very serious, staring solemnly at Warrior Ji in front of him, and asked angrily.

"What's next? What is the prophecy behind?!"

"The back?"

Warrior Ji laughed wildly and shook his head.

"Behind, it's gone! The old skull was killed by me, so naturally it's gone!"

"Damn! Damn it!"

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