Could it be that these priests are the legendary corn gods?

Sanchi Gyaltsen couldn't help but make up for it and found that it was entirely possible. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, he reined in the breath of his whole body, and held the telescope into a state similar to meditation, but unlike meditation, he paid attention to the movement of the procession and the five priests who came to the square.

The procession stopped in the middle of the square, and the five priests also got off the sedan chair in turn, and Sanchi Gyaltsen only found out that it was also a luxurious upgraded version of the corn suit, and there was still a difference in the dress of the five priests.

The difference lies in the feathers on either side of their crown, which are not the same color.

Most of the Native Americans in ancient America liked to wear feather crowns on their heads, and the colors of the feathers on the feathers on the feathers had different symbolic meanings. Sometimes, the color of the feathers also reflects the class status of these aborigines.

And these five priests are all the highest status in the tribe, obviously the difference in the color of this feather is not to express the difference in the identity of these priests.

After some rituals, it was time to compete for the next round of sacrifices. Although this statement may seem like a game or a TV commentary, Sanchi Gyaltsen is now a crowd of onlookers, so the only thing that can be thought of is this statement.

The five priests walked in the five directions of the square very tacitly, and they seemed to have an unusually precise sense of space, because their position and distance were very precise, and if they were connected by line, they could immediately get a standard pentagram.

The first priest was a priest with red feathers on either side of his head, and he raised his hands to his chest, and soon a round fireball appeared in his hand, and then, holding it in one hand, and making a finger movement with the other, as if rubbing the dirt stuck to his fingertips.

What the hell is this?

Use the form of rubbing the old mud on your fingers to fight?!

Then Sanchi Gyaltsen saw that the priest's hand that looked like a nunchuck with two corns, and the corn kernels on his forearm and the rings on his arms, flew into the fireball that he held in his other hand.

The fireball of fire became vigorous after the priest threw in the corn kernels.

Then the priest, with red feathers on either side of his head, began to crack at his feet, and a huge column lifted him up.

Then the priest began to recite a prayer:

"Great Wheel God!

Examine your believers,

The credibility of a round round year!

These faiths are turned into corn,

Praise you through the flames,

Great Wheel God! ”

Sanchi Gyaltsen couldn't help but doubt in his heart:

He could still hear the priest's recitation so clearly from such a distance, did he use some special skills.

But whether it was or not, this was definitely the most bizarre fight Sanchi Gyaltsen had ever seen.

I don't know if other people have encountered such a strange tribe like myself.

Sanji Gyaltsen was thinking so, and Qi Sanheng sneezed.

"Damn, who's talking bad about me?"

Qi Sanheng was being tied up in the shape of a worm at this time, and was carried towards a temple by several blue, half-human-tall monsters that looked like half-human-tall frogs but only used their two hind legs to jump and walk.

Yes, he strayed into a tribe of frog monsters, who were no match for him alone, but who were outnumbered, and the frogs that followed him one after another, and then he was caught.

Of course, it's not that he can't run away with the little bark given by Chu Yang, but he is really unwilling, since he came out of the jade boat, he has not met a person or a god, and he has not said a word!

So he made up his mind to see where the frogs were going to take him and what they were going to do.

As a result, he was carried to a temple, the temple door of this temple with the surrounding decoration of the temple gate, it was an open mouth, Qi Sanheng couldn't help but move, this feeling of being sent as food is really not good.

"Rule the sky,

O beast god king who is closest to the god of the round wheel,

Praise you for your heroics!

You soar in the sky,

We look up on land and water.

Today we hunted a mighty human being,

We dare not enjoy it alone,

Dedicate him to you,

As a hymn we sing to you!

Great, ruler of the beast gods,

Beast God King Eagle God! ”

The frogs sang hymns in their language to the god eagle, the object of the temple's sacrifice, but due to the language barrier, the group of frogs carrying him from the moment they entered the temple were extremely excited.

"Quack, quack" non-stop.

And this cry was far more rhythmic and rhythmic than the sound of the lotus pond frog he had heard in the past, not only with high and low tones, but also with long and short notes.

Together, there are multiple chorus sound effects.

It's that the pronunciation always sounds "quack" in Qi Sanheng's ears, no matter how colorful and excellent the coordination is, it also makes people irritable.

This is probably the same as people looking at all frogs, and frogs looking at all people are probably not beautiful or ugly.

The frogs sang and marched towards the top of the temple, and when they reached the top of the square platform-shaped temple, Qi Sanheng was put down.

At this time, he found that waiting on the top of this temple was a frog that was bigger than the frogs that had carried him before.

After Qi Sanheng was placed on the platform, the frog stretched out its tongue and touched Qi Sanheng, then took it back, and then jumped three times on the spot.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

Every jump was accompanied by a cry of excitement, such a high-quality sacrifice has not appeared in hundreds of years!

Yes, this big frog is the high priest of this frog tribe, and he once incarnated as a little frog to collect the wishes of some small tribes without a main god or temple, leaving behind the legend of the frog god.

This legend was also brought to the Americas when the world of the end of the law was formed, and then the people of that continent multiplied in the world of the end of the world, and lived for ten or ten lives, and before this land was discovered by another civilization, the population there reached as many as 80 million.

This brought considerable power to this big frog, although among the 80 million people who believed in him were far less than those who believed in the feathered serpent, but for a priest like the Frog Clan, a race whose strength was not high, in a world like the Sun Age World, where the aura was actually extracted by the Divine Mountain on a regular basis, there were already a lot of priests of a race like the Frog Clan.

What he had to do every day was to find a way to use these wishes to maintain and improve his Genshin quality, and although it was slow, the process was simply too beautiful.

However, such a wonderful experience started two or three hundred years ago, and it is difficult to enjoy it again!

He couldn't figure out why, but now, he couldn't feel the feeling of his desire echoing his primordial spirit. (To be continued.) )