Remember [New] in a second! The sunset is in the west, and the sunset glow reflects the mountains. Autumn in the Mexican plateau is dark green and yellowish for a good harvest. The birds all over the sky were driven away by the farmers, watching the dark green cornfield in the sky. And the continuous camps are patrolled by warriors, and the ground is covered with yellowish tall grass.

"May the goddess of harvest and fertility, bless..."

Shulot turned his back to the temple of the Goddess of Harvest, his face was as solemn as a warrior, and his mouth was full of pious prayers like a farmer. He looked at the crimson sky, clenched his hands that had nowhere to rest, feeling nervous and anxious.

He didn't know at the moment that the terrible typhus had first appeared in Western Europe during the siege of Barcelona in the Granada War and was recorded in history. The rickettsial infection, to which Native Americans lacked resistance, had a mortality rate of 40 percent in Europe and double that in the Americas, reaching a staggering 80 percent at one point. And such a cruel infectious disease was brought into Central America by the Spaniards fifty years later, becoming the second widespread death after smallpox, taking away tens of millions of Central American tribes...

As in the past, Pandora's disease box has been opened again. And the death bird watched the fields and villages of corn, waiting for the day when it would fly down.

"Lord God! Please bless me! It has been almost a day from sunrise to sunset, from signs to birth..."

As the day wore on, the anxiety on Shulot's face became real. He paced back and forth restlessly, his eyes fixed on the temple of the goddess. Expensive candles have been lit in the temple, and the goddess priests are busy in the temple nervously, praying devoutly from time to time. And the familiar and hoarse cry of pain came lowly from the compartment in the hall, every sound touched Shulot's heart.

"Eckart! Eckart! Why hasn't Ters returned yet? What are the weapon craftsmen accompanying the army doing!"

Shulot clenched his palms tightly and asked in a deep voice, with anger already appearing on his face. He was like a cougar suppressing his anger and anxiety, scratching his paws on the ground violently.

"... Your Highness, it will take time... Your order, the time is too tight..."

"Send another guard to urge you! There are so many excellent craftsmen, why can't they make it! Tell them not to bring things back..."

Speaking of this, danger appeared in Xiulot's eyes. It's just that he still maintained his sanity and didn't say anything later.

"Yes! I'll send someone right away!"

The head of the guard, Eckart, lowered his head and spoke softly. He hurriedly arranged manpower and went to the military craftsman's office in Tree Snake City. Then, he returned to His Highness's side, hesitant to speak. He knew that the young king was on the verge of losing control of his emotions. He never thought that the king would care so much about women and children in childbirth. However, it was precisely because of this that he had to warn a few words in advance to lay down precautions for the future.

"Your Highness...maybe everything is fate..."

"Bastard! Shut up!"

Hearing this, Shulot's anger was instantly ignited. He grabbed the collar of the head of the guard fiercely, with a stern expression, like a whispering beast.

"Eckart, even fate should be broken by me!..."

The king's hoarse scolding sounded in front of the temple. A young priestess with blood-stained robes was frightened and stood there. She just came out of the temple and wanted to see His Highness, but she didn't dare to approach the opening.

However, the appearance of the priestess quickly attracted Shulot's attention. The king suppressed his anger again, and with anticipation in his eyes, he strode in front of the opponent.

"The Lord God bless! How is it? Has she... been born?"

"Your Highness...Your Highness..."

The young priestess' face turned pale, and her voice stuttered from nervousness. Seeing the other party's performance like this, Shulot's heart sank. He has never heard the baby cry, so the inquiry just now is naturally nothing more than self-deception.

"Say it!"

"Your Highness... the priestess, the midwife, and the herbalists all discussed together..."

Under His Highness's relentless betting, the young priestess struggled to open her mouth and gave suggestions intermittently.

"Unfortunate fate...maybe...you can...make a choice..."

"Unfortunate fate?... Make a choice?!"

Hearing such words, there was a "buzz" in Xiulot's mind, and he was a little dazed for an instant. He took two deep breaths, then threw off the hand of the chief guard, and strode towards the temple.

No one stopped him, and no one dared to stop him. He walked into the main hall in a hurry, and when he looked up, he saw the newly molded statue of the goddess, which was the Mexica goddess of harvest and fertility, Tonacacihuatl.

The most important goddess of Mexica smiles on her face, wears a green feather crown and a blood-red cloak. In tradition, she accepts the ritual of a harvest sacrifice, bestowing upon the fields the harvest. She also accepts the ritual of blood sacrifice, using death to give birth to new life.

Seeing the goddess' smile, Shulot even felt a tyranny in his heart, thinking of the prayer of the blood sacrifice ceremony. But soon, he came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

"... Phew! It's useless, it's useless... Only medicine works..."

Shulot walked into the side hall talking to himself, and the traces of later generations of medicine came into his eyes and smelled into his nose. For Naxiu's delivery, he personally arranged the manpower, prepared the alcohol distilled by the local method, washed the white cloth after cooking, arranged the delivery bed with several layers of cotton cloth, and repeatedly emphasized to the priests the concept of sterility and disinfection .

If another person came to guide him like this, the priests of the goddess would probably turn their backs and drive them away. They have delivered hundreds of babies. The customs passed down in the temple have also lasted for thousands of years. Is it still necessary to let a man guide it? ...But after all, it was His Highness Shen Qi who spoke, so they could only choose to obey, and they had to do their best to do their best according to the other party's instructions.

As soon as Shulot entered the side hall, his steps suddenly became light. Standing at the entrance of the side hall, he saw the white delivery bed faintly visible in the depths, and suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart. Hearing Naxiu's painful and hoarse moans, he seemed to be gripped by hands, unable to speak, he could only walk forward in silence.

"Honorable Your Highness Shenqi..."

The elder goddess Yin Tuoya, the chief priest, was waiting at the door. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com lowered his head and saluted the silent Shulot. Her face was full of unresolved sorrow. On the one hand, she was worried about the mother's dystocia, and on the other hand, she was worried about what she knew she shouldn't know.

"Hey! Unpredictable fate always comes unexpectedly..."

Priest Yin Tuoya chanted a sentence in a low voice, and then carefully explained to Shulot.

"Your Highness... the pregnant woman should have taken contraceptive herbal medicine for a long time, which hurt the meat pot that gave birth to life... Originally, it was difficult to conceive, and it would take several years to raise it. However, she should be in the body. When I was recovering, I frequently sang with you, and this is how I became pregnant with an heir..."

"She has been trying to persist for a long time, but the first delivery, coupled with the injury of the meat pot, the strength of delivery is somewhat insufficient...and the baby's head is a bit disproportionate, it is difficult to pass through the pelvis..."

Priest Yin Tuoya suppressed his voice, and also tried his best to explain for a while. With a sullen face, Xiulot also listened carefully in silence. It wasn't until Priest Yin Tuoya spoke the last words that his eyes sharpened and his eyes turned red.

"...The fate is ominous! Your Highness, it's time to consider the choice... Now there is still a chance to choose, if you wait any longer, I'm afraid you will die..."