Chapter 1432 Returning to the Underworld, Nuo Geng dreamed late at night

These words aroused weeping sorrow in everyone's hearts, and Li Ming used his rose-colored fingers to send the dawn light, shining on them, gathering around the pathetic body of Nogeng, and everyone wept bitterly.

At that time, the mighty Nowu ordered the brave men to lead the mules out of their respective camps and up the hill to cut wood, led by a brilliant man, Menes, who was accompanied by the brave general Menius.

The brave men marched out in droves of trees, axes of cutting trees and tightly knit ropes, and followed the mules, and they crossed the mountains and mountains, and walked through the sloping hills and rough paths, to the peaks of many springs, and the undulating slopes, and began to cut down with their swift copper axes.

The soldiers who cut down the trees weighed down their whole bodies and brought down the oak trees that towered over the canopy with a rumbling sound, and then the people of Xicheng split the trunks of the trees and tied them to the back of their mules, who took the step of their legs that tossed through the ground and struggled through the woods to the plains.

The loggers carried the pieces of the tree on their shoulders, and obeyed the orders of Menes, the companion of the gentle Menus, and they laid off the weight from their shoulders, and laid them out neatly on the shore of the beach, where Nodin, had chosen, and prepared to build a tall tomb for Nogon and himself.

They threw down the piles of trees from all sides, and when they had finished their stacks, they sat down with their legs bent, and the clouds gathered along the beach, and Noudin immediately ordered the warlike people to fasten their brass armor, and to have all the riders put their horses into the chariots, and the men got up, put on their armor, and mounted the chariots, and the riders were with the spearmen beside him.

The chariots and horses went first, followed by a great crowd of soldiers on foot, thousands of them, and in the crowd of companions carried the body of Nog, covered with their hair, and the waddands cut off by the crowd were thrown over him, and behind them, the illustrious Nodin, took his head and neighed and wept bitterly, as he escorted a faithful companion to the house of hell.

When they came to the place appointed by Nodin, laid down the body, moved the wood, and quickly erected a huge pyre, the remarkable and swift Nodin suddenly remembered another thing to do: he walked away from the pile, stood still, cut off a lock of golden hair, which had been stored for a long time, and prepared to present it as a gift to the Angel of the Water, and he was in a distressed and depressed mood, and gazed at the wine-blue sea, and recited: " Angel of the Waters, my father has worked in vain, and makes this vow to you: When I return to my beloved homeland, I will sacrifice my hair and hold a great and holy sacrifice, and slaughter fifty rams that have never been castrated, and offer them to your water, and your garden and the altar of fire, which is the old man's vow, but you have not fulfilled his wish, and now, since I have no intention of returning to my dear homeland, I will give my hair to Nogeng, and let it accompany the returning hero. ”

When Nodin had finished speaking, he put the lockstrings in the palm of his friend's hand, and stirred up a weeping sorrow in the hearts of all the people, and just as the light of the sun shone on the weeping crowd, Nodin stood beside Nodin, and said, "Fifth brother, your orders have the highest authority in the whole army, and there is a limit to all things, and so is mourning; now, you may disband the ranks by the pyre, and let them prepare their meals; we are the closest friends of the deceased, and we will take care of everything here." Let the leaders stay and join us in organizing this funeral for Nogeng. ”

Upon hearing Nodin's words, the commander-in-chief of the whole army, Nowu, immediately ordered the disbandment of the ranks and the return of the well-proportioned ships, but the main mourners remained in the fire, placing wooden blocks, erecting a pyre of 100 paces long and wide, and placing Nogeng's body on top with a heavy heart.

In front of the pyre, they slaughtered and groomed herds of fat sheep and legged oxen, and the big-hearted Nodin, stripped off the fat, wrapped the carcasses from the belly of all the sacrificial animals, and discharged the skinned carcasses around the dead from head to toe.

Then Nodin, taking some jars of oil and honey with two handles, placed them beside his companions, and pressed them against the coffin bed, and wept and threw the four horses with thick necks into the pyre, and the noble Nodin, who had nine good dogs, slew two of them, and wiped their necks, and put them on the pyre, and he slew twelve noble sons of the young and strong-hearted Dongcheng, and with his bronze sword, and with evil thoughts in his heart, he threw them into a fury of firewood and iron.

Then Nodin cried out to his beloved companion by name: "Farewell, Nog, I will greet you, even if you have gone to the house of the Angel of Death! Here lie twelve noble young men, all of whom are strong-hearted people of the East, and the fire that incinerates you will burn them to ashes. As for Noc, I'm not going to throw him firewood, because I'm going to let the dog break him!"

Nodin threatened like this, but the dog did not bite Noc, because the dog-eyed angel kept him away from the dog's attack, and day and night, anoadin anointed Noc's body with rose fairy oil, so that Nodin would not tear his body when he dragged him back and forth.

Apollo, who was devoured by the angels with the silver bow, plucked a black cloud from the sky and descended on the plain, covering the whole land where the dead lay down, so that the sun's exposure would not wither his body, limbs, and muscles.

But the pyre on which Nogon was lying did not at this time burst into flames, and the brave and swift Nodin, who had stood away from the pyre, called upon the two whirlwinds, and Reas and Phoros made a rich sacrifice, filled the cups with gold, and poured wine generously, and begged them to come quickly, light the pyre, and burn the body at the top of the heap as quickly as possible.

Hearing Nodin's prayer, he sent a message to the angel who hurried to the place where the strong wind rested, and at that time the wind buddies were gathering together in the house of the galloping Fros, enjoying the feast laid by their master, and standing on the threshold of the stone hewn with a swift posture. As soon as they saw the figure of Iris, they jumped to their feet and scrambled to invite him to sit beside them, but he rejected their hospitality and spoke: " No, I must return to the territory of the people of East and West that has just ceased the flow of waters, and they are making a solemn sacrifice to the mighty angels and the angels of all kinds, and I must partake of my share of the feast prepared for the angels, but I have brought the prayer of Nodin, and the angel of Reas, and the angel of Fros, who has howled in the storm, to come to the aid of the faith, and to make a rich offering, that you should blow the pyre of the burning of the corpse, and carry the dead Nogen, and all the people of the West City are gathered around the corpse, and weep bitterly. ”

After saying these words, they set out immediately; the two angels of the storm swept up, making a sound like a mountain and a sea, dispersing the clouds before the wind, and swept the ocean with a sudden rush, and the whistling whirlwind swept up the empty waves; they landed on the fertile ground of the eastern city, and struck the pyres carrying Nogeng, and rolled up the fierce flames, and whirred; for a whole night, the two angels of the wind blew out a roaring wind and lifted up the fire on the pyre, and for a whole night, the swift Nodin, holding a double-handled wine glass, scooped out a cup of wine from the golden pot, and splashed it on the ground, drenching the mud and dust, calling out the soul of the unfortunate Nogeng, like a mourning fatherBurning the bones of his son, his newlywed son, whose death grieved his unfortunate parents, just like that, Anoddin burned the bones of his companion, weeping bitterly, mourning, dragging his heavy steps, moving near the fire.

Almost overnight, the morning star rose into the sky, heralding the earth of the coming of a new day, and the dawn angel shook off his golden robe against the sea, and on the ground the firewood had been extinguished and the flames had been extinguished, and the two angels of the wind turned their heads and faces, and went straight to the door of their house, and swept over the red sea, and the sea boiled, and the waves were roaring and wailing.

Nodin turned and walked away from the fire, and lay down with his legs bent, exhausted, and a sweet sleepiness rose in his heart.

At this moment the people around him gathered together and walked along, and the noise and noise woke him up, and he sat up, straightened his back, and spoke: " Nowu, the leaders of the people of the West City, first of all, put out the embers on the pyre, which are still burning with the sparkling wine, and then we will collect the bones of Noggen, and be careful, though it is not difficult to identify: he is lying in the middle of the pyre, and the others are far from him, and are mixed with the horses, and burned on the edge of the fire, and let us put the bones in a golden urn and seal them tightly with a double layer of grease until the day when I myself will hide in hell. As for the tombs, I mean, you don't have to build them too big, but as long as they seem suitable, and in the future, the people of the West City may make them higher and wider, and those who are fortunate enough to survive will do these things by the stilted ships of the sea after my death. ”

Hearing this, the people took to work, according to the wishes of the swift Nodin, first of all, they extinguished the embers on the pyres with shiny wine, and did not spare every flame of fire, and the ashes fell into the wine.

Then they should have tearfully picked up the bones from the ash heap, and the remains of their gentle companions, wrapped them tightly with a double layer of grease, put them in a golden urn, and sent them into his barracks, covered with a light layer of linen.

However, to their surprise, they found that Nuo Geng's body did not appear to be burned, and it was still the same as when he was alive.

What does that mean?

Everyone was stunned for a while, and no one could explain.

In the end, everyone had no choice but to put Nuo Geng into the tomb and bury him.

Then they began to build the tombs of the dead, and around the fire of the crematories, they first built a stone wall, then filled in the loose earth, and piled up a high crown of the tombs, and when they had finished, they turned and left.

But Noudin kept them and told them to sit down on the spot, and it was dark and oppressive.

Nodin brought out the prizes of the contest and brought them down from his ship, and there were cauldrons, brass tripods, horses, mules, and fat oxen with thick necks, and beautiful women with waists, and dark gray iron.

First, he sets a glittering prize for the swift riders.

The winner of the first place can take away a woman, skilled and finely handicrafted, plus a copper tripod with ear handles, with a capacity of up to 22 weights.

For second place, he set up a mare who had never been yoked, six years old, with a mule colt in his belly.

For third place, he set up a beautiful cauldron, never roasted by firewood, with a capacity of four balances, sparkling, a new piece of fine art.

To the fourth place, he set two tarans of gold.

The prize for fifth place is a double-handled jar that has never been roasted by fire.

Noodin stood up and shouted to the gathered Xicheng people, "Nowu, all the Xicheng people with strong shins! I have put the prize on the field and am waiting for the riders to collect it, and of course I would have taken the prize back to the barracks if there had been a race at the funeral of another hero, and I would have been able to take the prize back to the barracks, you know, my horses were far quicker than the others, and the two horses were gifts from the angels of the sea, who had passed them on to me, but to-day I was not racing, and so were my horses with fast hooves and legs, and they had lost a famous rider, a kind man, who had scrubbed them countless times in their lifetime, in the clear water, and then smeared their manes with fluffy olive oil, and it was no wonder that they stood on their heads, mourning affectionately, with long manes on the ground, and standing uprightBut the rest of you, whoever you are from the West, can now take your place if you can trust your horses and your sturdy chariots!"

After Nodin's words, the swift riders gathered.

The first to rise was Melos, the king of the people, the beloved son of Methos, and the outstanding driver.

He was succeeded by the sturdy Medes the Strong, the son of Tutius, who had forcibly taken the booty from Ajax on two horses from the eastern city, and Ajax himself was saved from death at the hands of the angel Apollo.

Then stood in the crowd the brown-haired Merus, the son of Terous, with a pair of good horses under the yoke, and was trying to gallop with his hooves up. clause

The four runners rose to his horse, and Rockus, the high-spirited son of the king and the glorious son of the king Stoll, who rode his chariot with his swift hooves and legs, and the blood of Pros, while his father, Nellus, stood by his side and gave a useful message to his quick-witted son: "Rockus, though you are young, you have been favored by the mighty and the angel Apollo, who have taught you all the skills of driving. Therefore you do not need my guidance very much, you have already mastered the art of driving past the poles, but your horse is slow, which I thought would be an obstacle to your victory, and your opponents, though they are fast horses, are no one better than you in their ability to drive them, and know in your heart, my child, make good use of your every skill, and do not let the prize slip out of your hand! In the same way, by skill, the helmsman has a firm grasp of the course of the clipper, and gallops on the wine-blue ocean in spite of the storms and waves; the master drives away his opponents by skill, and the mediocre driver, who puts everything in his horse and chariot, drives the car and turns with great swagger, so that the carriage sways greatly from side to side, and has to watch them run off the lane because he is unable to control the galloping horse; As for the benchmark for turning, it's pretty striking and you won't miss it......"

The wise Stoll is not only a master on the battlefield, but also a master of planning on the field, making his descendants invincible.

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