The bones were faintly visible in the air as the campfire lit by the tent below. No matter how strong the wind and sand on the Gobi are, you can still find some sheltered corners.

The skull circled above, found a place farther away, and landed, then returned to the campfire. Chi Gu didn't enter his tent to rest, his body was not tired, but he was faintly tired in his heart.

Maybe Chi Bone just hoped that the temperature brought by the bonfire could warm his gradually cold heart. Or maybe it's just waiting for the pursuer who might have already set off.

......

On the second floor of the main hall, which had collapsed in half, Moroga finally found the oil painting with the princess of the Orion Empire, and I have to say that even Moroga, who only had the emperor and martial arts in his heart, felt that this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"No wonder the Third Highness is so obsessed, alas, ......"

Thinking of His Royal Highness the Third Prince, Moroga couldn't help but have a headache.

He is not worried that this domineering prince will not be treated to see him after inheriting the throne in the future. He is not worried that he will complain to his father and mother about his "eating inside and out", that is not something he should consider.

Moroca never cared about this, and since he was chosen as one of the Ten Guardians, his life and soul belonged to Amontot the Great alone. The joys and sorrows of others are not within the scope of his thinking.

It's just that Moraga's mission is to protect the safety of this prince, but tonight has frequently put the person he wants to protect in danger, and even ends up breaking his leg. Moroka was not afraid of punishment from the Emperor, he was just annoyed that he had not completed the Emperor's mission.

"Where the hell has this Dazemo gone?"

Moroja had no idea of Dazemo's departure, he had just been forced by the Third Prince to go out in the middle of the night to buy food for tomorrow, after all, the kitchen and storeroom of the legation had been burned clean.

Moroda didn't know how many times he knocked on the door, how many times he was scolded, and he was still wondering how he could turn these things into something to swallow tomorrow. I'm afraid I'll have to be scolded again tomorrow.

However, when Moroja returned to the smoky legation, he found that there was not a single guard in the legation except for Andyère and the Third Highness.

Although His Highness himself said that all of them had fled, Moroca did not believe it at all. Not to mention those soldiers carefully selected from the Holy City, it was a group of loyal warriors who dared to besiege even the warriors of the Endless Peak. Even if it is said that the officials stationed in the Kingdom of God in this legation will never dare to leave a prince and flee by themselves?

Looking at the frightened face of Andyeb next to him when he saw death, Moroga also guessed a rough idea, and while sighing in his heart, he couldn't help but have a sense of sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Moroga carefully carried the painting back to the gate of the courtyard, and he took a deep breath and walked inside.

"Huh?" Moroka was a little puzzled, why didn't he see the curses of the third prince, and even the moans could not be heard at all.

He had a bad feeling in his heart, and hurriedly walked through the front yard towards the largest room in the middle.

As Moroda passed by Andyeb's room, the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank, and he faintly saw a pair of feet exposed horizontally outside the door, one of which was naked with a splint.

He walked up quickly in disbelief, trembling and turning over the person who was lying on the ground in the gorgeous clothes of the Third Highness.

Even Moroga, who didn't even frown at the loss of an arm, sat down on the ground with a look of horror on his face.

The Third Highness turned out to be dead.

Moroka couldn't believe his eyes, he quickly got up from the ground, stepped past the corpses of the three highnesses and rushed towards the house. Sure enough, on the bed lay Andyèb, whose neck was twisted and his face was full of horror.

Moraga's eyes were a little blank as he swept away the gold, silver and gems scattered on the bed, and sat down slowly beside Andyeb's corpse.

"Your Excellency, Great Priest, you are dead when you die, but you killed the son of the Great Emperor. Your sins are unforgivable!"

Moroda didn't look at the miserable death of the high priest, as if talking to himself.

His mind is in chaos now, he is still a living person in the Manchu Legation during the day, but now it is a dead silence, and he is the only one left.

"What should I do?"

Moroka was incredibly confused. He never thought about leaving here, and he never thought about it, and he didn't dare to think about it. His relatives and people are in the kingdom of God, and his flight means that they all die.

Moroga reasoned his thoughts, he stood up, picked up the corpse of the third prince on the ground, and put it back on his original bed. Then he helped him straighten his neck bones and tidied up his fine clothes.

Moroga didn't care about the destruction of the murder scene, he had never dealt with what would happen to the prince after an accident. But I have heard some rumors about this from the predecessors of the "Ten Guardians".

He thought for a moment, then walked out the door. The first one to be notified should be the City Lord's Mansion of Tamuya City. As for the Holy City, Moroca didn't need to deliver the news. When the third prince died, the soul stone placed in the Soul Seal Hall of the "Haraf Temple" would inevitably shatter. I'm afraid Her Royal Highness is already grief-stricken, right?

......

But as Moroca had guessed, far away in the desert, in a magnificent palace, there was a smaller temple. At this time, the garrison of the Seal Soul Hall couldn't believe his eyes, and rubbed them more than a dozen times in a row, and then he ran wildly like the sky was falling, and escaped out of the Seal Soul Hall.

......

Although Gina Rita is in her forties, she is still as beautiful as a girl. She had a slender waist that desert people rarely had, and a fair complexion that was impossible to possibly have.

As the most powerful woman in the entire Essapos kingdom today, Princess Gina Rita can be said to be very happy. A son who is loved by thousands of people, a powerful brother, and a husband who is praised by the people as a god.

However, Gina Rita, who has not experienced what a sad heart is for a long time, is extremely dazed and uncontrollable grief at the moment.

"Gina Rita, my poor sister. ”

A majestic voice with eagerness sounded from outside the somewhat cold courtyard. As soon as the words fell, a tall middle-aged man in black clothes with a majestic face walked in quickly.

"Brother!"

Gina Rita suddenly jumped up from the chaise longue, no longer had the lazy beauty of the past, her eyes were red, and her face was full of tears and rushed to the middle-aged man outside the door.

"Brother, Gatinota is dead, my son is dead!" Gina Rita threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged man, sobbing as if she had found an outlet.

"Sister, I know, I already know. Don't worry, I'll avenge my nephew. ”

As a great master, he controlled the life and death of all subjects in the entire empire, and he had never been so angry and desperate. With such a noble status of his, there are naturally many women. However, no woman was able to bear him an heir.

The Great Master was not a powerful warrior or a desert warlock, and now that he was nearly sixty years old, he had gradually given up on that idea. He pinned all his hopes on this nephew.

However, he never thought that one day, he would die in front of his nephew, which made him how not to be sad and how not to be angry.

"Does Your Majesty know?" the Great Master patted Gina Rita on the back, soothing her breathing.

If others hear this sentence, they may think it is strange, his own son is dead, as a father and an emperor, shouldn't he be the first to know?

But the people who really held the power of the empire knew that this Emperor Amontot had long since neglected political affairs and was obsessed with cultivation. He left all imperial decisions in the hands of his brother, who is now his wife, and his eldest son.

In order not to be disturbed by external objects, Amontot the Great even locked himself up, not even allowing anyone to disturb him, even his wife and son.

Hearing her brother's question, Gina Rita sobbed even more violently. The Great Master's fists were also clenched tightly.

"I'll go to him, he'll wake up, too. The great master's calm voice was filled with incomparable anger.

"Don't, don't go to him, I informed the waiter who delivered the food. I've written a note and he'll see it. Gina Rita looked up in a panic.

Seeing that his sister was still thinking about the man who had fallen into the devil at this time, the great master pushed his sister's body away from his embrace with some hatred.

"I don't care about my wife, and I never teach my son, I really don't know what kind of cultivation he wants to become. Is he still thinking about the ridiculous legend of eternal life?!" said the Great Master sharply.

"Brother, you know that is not a legend, His Majesty has been working hard for this, but also for the future of the empire, for the sake of Gatinota......"

"Gatinota is dead!" the Great Master interrupted his sister sharply. He couldn't stand the fact that his sister always excused that guy.

"What does he know? Gatinota died in Orion, and His Majesty would never go. Besides, if someone kills the heir of the royal family, those observers will always find the murderer, right?" said Ginarita, a little distracted.

The Great Master also knew that His Majesty would definitely not leave the desert, so he didn't want to mention him again.

"Now we only know the news of Gatinota's death, and nothing else.

The birds had to wait three or four days to deliver the message. I'm afraid that the murderer has long since flown away. The Great Master sighed.

"How is that possible!" the words of the Great Master made Gina Rita exclaim in surprise, and she couldn't believe it.

"There is no precedent in history for an heir to be killed. If you think about it, Gatinota has two people by his side, Dazemo and Moraga, and the two of them will never go too far from Gatinota.

But even so, my nephew was killed, and what do you think the murderer's strength will be? Could he not know the consequences of killing Gattinotta? By the time the observer arrived, the murderer would have long since left the Terran sphere of influence. ”

"Is it so hard that my son will die in vain, aren't all those observers very powerful?" said Ginarita, who was about to cry again.

"I'm not saying they can't find the killer, the observers are still very capable. It's just that the murderer is not a fool, if he really runs out of the realm of the human race, or enters some deep mountains and rivers, it will be difficult to catch him!" the great master hurriedly comforted.

"Anyway, my son can't die in vain, the murderer must be found. And that damn Orion, what happened to Gatinota there, can't it be as if nothing happened to them?!They have to give me an explanation, if they can't catch the murderer, brother, you can't help them anymore!"

When Gina Rita heard this, she stopped crying, and the thought of a country that was richer than theirs made her angrier and more hysterical.