Dick didn't know that the mercenaries had already arrived, they lived on the south side of the fortress, and the mercenaries were asking for news of Dick, and General Gorg only told them that he would let them meet when needed.

Although the mercenaries have the best weapons in the world, in this fortress established 1,000 years ago, they have restrained their usual arrogance, perhaps because this frozen history has shocked them, or maybe they don't want to be troubled, calmly accept the arrangement of the locals, and sit in the big house every day and wait idlely.

Dick went back to his big house, took off his dirty coat, and fell headlong into the pile of hides, never wanting to get up again, the toes that had kicked the stone the other day were aching, although it did not affect his movements, but it made Dick feel very uncomfortable. As soon as it was dark, a group of people brought food to Dick and the others, and after a while, General Gorg came to the door, still saying simply: "The High Priest will summon you tonight." ”

"Are we at the mercy of people like marionettes?" After General Gorg left, Dick complained.

"And what do you want?" Chen Badai asked.

"As a human being in the 21st century, we are at the mercy of some primitive people...... Dick said, but there is no better way.

It's a strange feeling, this fortress frozen in history seems to be waiting for him, like the wheel of fate, Dick can't resist but complain!

The attitude of the people who accompanied him was not about themselves made Dick feel even more heartbroken, people may be so selfish, no one cares about Dick's fate, the economic crisis he is facing, they will stay here until Dick returns, even if he is gone, these people will not mourn for a second, they will leave immediately, return to civilized society to start their new life.

Dinner was dull, everyone was worried, and the future seemed to be hidden in a thick fog, ethereal but within reach. After dark, the fortress lit up with oil lamps, and those who were summoned back were busy with something, and the sound of the wind blowing from the canyon was unpleasant.

When the sound of horses' hooves sounded again in front of the big house, Dick, Mr. Min, and Chen Badai all understood that the fateful moment was coming.

"The High Priest has called you, please come with me." General Gorg's deep voice was irresistible, and several people wrapped their coats to resist the cold night wind in the canyon, followed General Gorg's old horse, and walked silently towards the castle.

The heavy gate of the black castle creaked open, as if opening a passage to their respective destinies, Mr. Min felt a little apprehensive, and Chen Badai's head began to hurt again the moment the gate opened.

Chen Badai...... The door of fate has been opened...... "The more he walked in, the more his head hurt, and the murmur in his head became clearer and clearer.

In the last time the High Priest summoned them to the Great Hall, Dick saw Tchaikov who had arrived first, the damned bastard who was always one step ahead of himself. But this time, before the anger in Dick's heart could arise, he was surprised to see Doss!

Dick understood in a second that Doss was Christopher's mercenary who had been hired to help him, but why hadn't they been able to get in touch with him? Where did the rest go?

General Gorg took off his bearskin coat, and Doss looked at the man who had traveled thousands of years ago, dressed in armor and carrying a sword at his waist that could fetch a good price in the antique market.

"Is this your friend?" General Gorg asked.

"Uh...... It should be. Doss replied.

"It's their fate, not yours." General Gurge's words cannot be refuted, "Tomorrow take your weapons and get out of here." ”

“YESSIR！” In the face of this thousand-year-old general, Doss has no room for resistance.

Dick was stunned and protested: "But ......"

"The High Priest is waiting, please come with me." General Gorg interrupted Dick.

Doss could only shrug his shoulders helplessly at Dick, and before the next command, Doss could only stand still.

General Gorg's heavy boots stepped on the long corridor, the braziers on both sides of the corridor were dancing with flames, and several attendants stood outside the high priest's dormitory with their heads bowed, waiting for the arrival of the people.

Xia Ruobing walked into the dormitory and saw a few candlesticks lit in the empty big room, and on the big bed in the center, the high priest was half-leaning on the head of the bed, he held the golden scepter in one hand and closed his eyes.

The attendant gently closed the door behind them, Wang Xingguo glanced back, and General Gurg walked to a corner of the room, drew his long sword and pestle on the ground, and stood proudly with both hands on the hilt.

Chen Badai felt that his brain was about to crack again, those murmurs filled his head, he groped in his pocket, but he didn't find the small medicine bottle he was carrying, Chen Badai knocked his head irritably, trying to drive those murmurs out of his head.

"You are coming, you who seek the scepter." The High Priest spoke slowly, opening his cloudy eyes.

"High Priest, your body ......," Wang Xingguo asked softly.

"Oh...... Don't worry, my fate has already been decided, but you are still worth seeking......" said the High Priest slowly, "Come, come to my bed, and let me bless you...... That's the only thing I can do right now. ”

Wang Xingguo seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, and he walked to the high priest's bed.

"What are you afraid of, warrior who came out of the smoke?" The high priest gently touched Wang Xingguo's chest with his scepter, as if whispering to himself.

"I'm ......" Wang Xingguo opened his mouth, this blind old man seemed to understand everything.

"Bitter cold winds, dry desert ...... Not...... I see them...... Let fear be your guide...... Take it. The high priest fumbled for a feather from the side of the bed.

Wang Xingguo respectfully took the feather with both hands and looked at the high priest in surprise.

"Feathers make the eagle fly higher, and how wide the eagle's heart is, the sky is as wide as it is, go, spread your wings......" The high priest finished speaking, reciting a rune that Wang Xingguo couldn't understand.

"Thank you......" Wang Xingguo owed a debt and stepped aside with the high priest's gift.

"My beautiful princess, come to me......" said the high priest, Xia Ruobing stepped forward, the high priest trembled and stretched out his hand to her, Xia Ruobing held his hand, feeling that his hand was as cold as a block of ice.

The high priest pulled out his hand, Xia Ruobing looked at the object in his palm in a daze, it was the ring given to him by Wang Xingguo, and the high priest also wore it with a gold thread very intimately.

"Son, your parents have found their eternal home, O nimble lark, fly with the eagle." The High Priest said slowly.

"I ...... I want to know...... How did you know who we were? Xia Ruobing put the ring around her neck and plucked up the courage to ask.

"I can see people's past, but no one can decide the future of others, go, there will be guidance from ancestors along the way, open your beautiful eyes and look at the ...... with your heart" The high priest finished speaking, reciting the rune.

"Children of the mountains, what is bothering you?" The high priest beckoned to Chen Badai.

"Take it with you." The high priest handed him a small clay bottle, Chen Badai opened it and saw that it contained some small blood-red pills, he picked up the medicine bottle and sniffed it in front of his nose, a rich aroma rushed into his nose, and the headache was immediately relieved a lot.

"This ......" Chen Badai was a little moved.

"Children of the mountains, the eagle and the eagle have the same sky." The High Priest said slowly, Chen Badai felt that the High Priest's cloudy eyes seemed to see through everything, he lowered his head and was silent, and stepped aside.

The High Priest coughed violently, and General Gurg was just about to step forward, but the High Priest stopped him with a wave of his hand: "Let me send them a blessing." ”

Stopping the cough, the High Priest beckoned to Mr. Min, who looked at General Gurg with some hesitation.

"Come on, you've been chasing the child for a long time, you need a little help." The high priest smiled, like a loving father, and Mr. Min stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, and clasped his hands into fists on his chin, which was the highest respect for an old man.

"Oh...... You've suffered so much. The High Priest was pleased with Mr. Min's respect and looked at him with a smile.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" Mr. Min asked respectfully.

"The meeting in this world is a reunion after a long absence." The high priest said slowly, and Mr. Min's face instantly turned pale: "Great ...... High Priest ...... You ......"

"Go, see whoever you want, do what you have to do, descendant of the red dragon, come to me......" The high priest beckoned to Dick who was standing behind, ignoring Mr. Min's question.

Dick didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he felt an invisible deterrent beside the old man, and he stood at the head of the high priest's bed, and said curtly, "I just want to know, to whom the scepter will belong?" ”

The High Priest tapped his chest with his scepter, and then on Dick's head: "O descendant of the red dragon, fate is in your heart, and in your thoughts, what blessing shall I give you, disgruntled child?" ”

"Just give me the scepter." Dick laughed.

The high priest was silent, and the atmosphere in the dormitory was a little awkward, and Dick wanted to make a joke, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"I ...... Not...... I'm sorry. Dick apologized.

"Go, call your brother here, blood and fate hold you together, and I can't give you any more advice."

Dick stepped back in disdain, and Tchaikov stepped forward and, like Mr. Min, fell to his knees before the high priest's bed.

"Brothers in the same lineage, why did they make such a fuss?" The high priest stroked Tchaikov's head with his hand and said slowly.

"Huh? Don't you have any other guidance? Tchaikov was somewhat surprised.

The High Priest smiled and shook his head, "You are strong enough to protect the people around you...... Protect yourself. ”

"Okay." Tchaikov was somewhat unwilling.

"Rest of the children, forgive me for not being able to give you any more gifts and advice, go, go and pursue your destiny, hold on to it, and my soul will sing for you, watching you by the Black River." The High Priest said slowly.

Sherpa and Pandy were a little embarrassed, but the high priest had already spoken, so they had to bow and bow: "Thank you, high priest, for your blessing." ”