Chapter 3: The Road of Kings

Looking at this, it looks like it has been many years, and it doesn't look tall, but it makes every inhabitant of the Ice Shooter tribe feel an indescribable majestic and majestic building in their hearts. As the most noble existence of the Ice Shooter Tribe, Queen Ash looked up at the ancient building that had been established since the time of Queen Avarosa's unification of Ferreljord and the ancient and strange words engraved around the walls of this building, and for a moment Queen Ash couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and an old man in the shape of a withered tree and wearing a sacrificial robe appeared in her mind, even if there were complicated emotions in the eyes of this old man, You are the lord of the Ice Archer Tribe, but you have to admit that this old man who has a transcendent status in the Ice Archer Tribe, known as holding the wheel of fortune, may be able to solve the problems he is facing today.

"High Priestess Midos Phaydon, Ash of the Ice Shooter Tribe, has come to see you!" With a long sigh, already under this house, where only the supreme high priest of the Ice Shooter tribe was qualified to live, Ash stood for a long time, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and then stepped into the temple of the Ice Shooter Tribe, which he was unwilling to break into.

A majestic statue stands in this small building, and there is no inhabitant of the permafrost tundra who does not know the name of this statue: Her Majesty Queen Avarosa! Anyone facing this sculpture will feel a reverence in their hearts as if they were facing a god, and it will be difficult to describe the reverence.

Ash calmly looked at the sculpture that had stood for nearly three hundred years, and the slightly confused eyes when he stepped into this sacred building turned into a perseverance that could not be pierced by a knife or stone.

"High Priest Midos Phyerton, I need your help!" Looking away from the statue of Queen Alvarossa, Ash lowered his head slightly, looked at the thin figure sitting on the sculpture, as small as dust, and said solemnly.

"What do you want to know. My esteemed Queen Ash! The withered and thin figure sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly stood up, turned around, and looked at the leader of the Ice Archer tribe in front of him with a pair of eyes that had become more obscure and deeper under the baptism of time.

This is the right of the High Priest, the High Priest does not have to bow to anyone, and the High Priest, who has dedicated his life to the Ice Shooter Tribe, has absolutely enough reasons to receive this kind of treatment and status.

Far from power, wealth, and fame, he has spent his life in solitude. Giving everything for the rise of the tribe until it disappears, how can such a sage not be revered by the tribe?

A hint of unbearability flashed in the corners of Ash's eyes, but just as the legendary high priest had said to him back then: "Ash, what will you be merciful to the soon-to-be-unified Ferreljord?" ”

Perhaps Ash would never have felt the heavy meaning contained in this sentence before, which I don't know how much blood would take to explain, but now? Sejuani's persecution and the advent of war have made Princess Ash, who wants to unify Ferreljord peacefully, understand that mercy plays the role of an accomplice in the face of war.

"Abandon the so-called kindness. That is not the emotion that the Lord of the Ice Archer Tribe should have, and this emotion should not be present in the future Lord of Ferreljord! Ash took a deep breath, looked at the old man in front of him with an aging face and a much less spirited than before, lowered his arrogant head, and asked: "High Priest Midosphierton, although Ash does not want to disturb you in the world to listen to the revelations of the gods, I have to ask the High Priest to divinate the future of the Ice Shooter tribe for Ash. The future of Ferreljord! ”

Divination, a mysterious power possessed only by the most mysterious astrologers of the magician branch. The path of the astrologers, known as the Wheel of Fortune, is more difficult and obscure than that of the necromancers, and their figures are shrouded in a thick fog all year round, making them one of the most mysterious and feared people of all professions on the continent.

Holding a magic staff inlaid with a huge magic crystal ball, Midos Fyedon looked at the leader of the Ice Archer tribe with a solemn and respectful face in front of him, and said softly: "Dear Princess Ash, I remember telling you that even if you step into the realm of the gods, the astrologer who has stepped into the realm of the gods can only capture the trajectory of future destiny for one to three people in the long river of fate in this life. The more noble the person, the more complicated and difficult it is to capture the trajectory of that person's fate! Fate, even for the gods, is a mysterious forbidden area that can only be seen from afar, so Midospheldon can't help you make it happen! ”

There was no disappointment on Ash's face, and the answer itself was something Ash had expected. Ash nodded respectfully at Midos Phayton. Then he turned back and prepared to leave, but he didn't get the answer he wanted, so he had to prepare for the next war with the Eastern Paw tribe!

Ash took two or three steps back, and an old voice sounded in Ash's ears: "I can't capture the trajectory of Ferreljord, nor can I capture the trajectory of the Ice Shooter tribe, but I have been capturing the trajectory of Queen Ash's fate all my life and got an answer - you will be the future lord of Fereljord, this is the decision of the god of fate!" ”

Ash stopped, and looked back at the High Priest of Midosphidun, who had never smiled but had a big smile on his face.

A face that was like a flower did not have the smile it should have, but with a deep worry, he said softly: "High Priest, how many times have you divined for me?" ”

The High Priest of Midosphidun, who was once regarded by Ash as the enemy of killing his mother, walked to Princess Ash's side with a smile, gently patted Queen Ash's shoulder, and showed an unprecedented kind smile on his face, and said softly: "The future Lord of Ferreljord, follow the guidance of the god of fate, and embark on your own path as a king. ”

Ash took a deep look at the old man he had always looked complicated about, bowed respectfully, and left! Stepping out of this sacred altar, Ash's eyes were full of confidence and determination, she stood outside the altar and slowly spread her arms, in the eyes of many residents of the Ice Archer tribe, at this moment, Princess Ash actually had a divine light that could not be seen, but they felt that they had seen it shining brilliantly.

"One tribe, one people, one Ferreljord!" A crisp and loud voice slowly sounded around the Ice Shooter Tribe.

That's the Queen's voice!

Hearing this voice, almost all the tribesmen thought of Ash's figure, and immediately looked for prestige, just in time to see their noble, elegant, and wise Princess Ash standing in front of the sacred sacrificial temple with her arms outstretched, and her face couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy, and almost everyone couldn't help but think of the mysterious, profound, and majestic figure of the high priest holding this magic crystal ball. Could it be that our Princess Ash has already received from the High Priest the answer that we have always wanted to know from the Ice Shooter Tribe, our Ice Shooter tribe is the existence that will rule the permafrost tundra and unify Ferreljord in the future! What about Princess Ash, or Queen Ash of Ferreljord? ”

For a while, looking at the figure in front of the sacrificial temple, my heart was filled with infinite fighting spirit and confidence, as well as the feeling of looking up in my heart.

In front of the statue of Queen Avarosa, the High Priest of Midospheydon, the most special and noble existence of the Ice Shooter Tribe, looked at the joy, excitement, and confidence of the inhabitants of the Ice Shooter tribe from the magic crystal ball placed in front of him, and a happy smile appeared on a face engraved with time rings and wrinkles.

Next, the high priestess of the Ice Shooter tribe uttered a speech that no one on the permafrost would have believed.

"Am I, Midosphierton, who has proclaimed the oracle on behalf of the gods, an abominable heretic? Or should the forged oracle of Midosfychton be sent to hell by the god of fate in the company of suffering and darkness? If so, I, Medosfedon, am willing to bear it. ”

"O supreme god of fate, I have worked hard to capture the trajectory of Ash's fate, but why do you always hide it with your infinite divine power? Since you don't want me to capture it, I'll issue an oracle on your behalf to Queen Ash, the lord of the Ice Shooter tribe: the future Lord of Ferreljord will be Queen Ash! What do you say? The supreme god of fate! ”

This is definitely a blasphemous remark, I am afraid that no one in the human world can be as bold as this Middos Phaeton astrologer to evaluate and talk about the gods, if the permafrost tundra is not a hell that the Holy See cannot take care of, I am afraid that the public officials of the so-called Inquisition have come to the door to bring this blasphemous astrologer into the Inquisition for tea and to listen to the deal!

Raised his dry hand and gently brushed away the image on the magic crystal ball, then turned around and slowly raised his head, looking at the statue of Queen Alvarosa with a sacred and solemn look, and said in a deep voice: "Ferreljord doesn't need the favor of the gods, one Queen Alvarosa was enough in the past, and now one Queen Ash is enough!" To hell with the god of fate! ”

[The gods are too illusory, the demons are too hateful, if I can, I am willing to give you my faith - Queen Ash, the lord of the Ice Shooter tribe! 】

Looking up at the sculpture of Queen Avarosa in front of him, this astrologer Midosfilton, who enjoyed a high status in the permafrost tundra and had been unifying Ferrelzhud all his life, passed away calmly and peacefully with a smile on his lips!

On this day, Queen Ash, the lord of the Ice Shooter tribe, brought a white veil to the culprit who caused her mother's death, knelt down in front of the old man who passed away peacefully, looked at the old man lying on the wooden board isolated by the dazzling and burning flames, the lord of the Ice Shooter tribe, and muttered: "I, Ash, swear in the name of Queen Avarosa to unify Ferreljord!" (To be continued.) )