Two thousand people entered the pyramid, but only six came out alive.

Such a large proportion of casualties made all the speculators who were eager to soar into the sky quiet.

"Continue" Immorton's voice, like the Siberian monsoon, is not mixed with any emotion.

All the Egyptian guards who heard this order involuntarily bowed their heads. Among the tens of thousands, there are still those who have the courage to come out, but not a single one.

The first wave of people who entered the pyramid can be understood as hot-blooded. The second wave of people who entered the pyramid can be seen as greedy.

Now the blood and greed are gone, and even the last courage has been buried in the pyramid, and the rest of the people are human spirits one by one.

"Karutei, don't you dream of becoming a priest? You go up! An Egyptian guard laughed and stabbed a companion named Karutei beside him.

"Don't make a fuss, I want to be a priest, not a dead man. Go as you want, and if you succeed, I'll bless you. Karutei's face was expressionless, his feet as if they were nailed to the ground, and he didn't move.

Tens of thousands of Egyptian guards were present, although there was a lot of talk about it, and it was evident that such a high proportion of deaths was recognized. As long as they are not crazy and stupid, no one will risk their lives to gamble this one percent chance.

It's not that these Egyptian guards are desperate for their lives, it's that this priest looks good, but he also needs to enjoy his life. These Egyptian guards in front of them, if you are serious, their standard of living is not bad. Everyone eats the imperial grain of drought and flood to ensure a bumper harvest, for them to become a priest is certainly an honor, but if they do not become a priest, they will not starve to death, and there is no need to become a priest.

Without demand, there is no motivation. Faced with a 300:1 chance of death, everyone chose silence.

Silence is sometimes the best weapon.

Immorton's face turned pale in the silence of tens of thousands, and if it was not the first point to become a priest, he asked for his own will. At this time, Immorton really wanted to drive these people in and let these cowards go to the test of death.

"High Priest, do you want the Sultans to give it a try?" Seeing the unkindness on Immorton's face, the white-robed sacrificial gaze swept over the Sultan, in exchange for Immorton's slight nod.

"Yes, Great Priest!" With Immorton's nod, the white-robed priest who had opened his mouth stepped back respectfully. Then, under the gaze of countless people, he walked to the slave camp of the Sudanese.

Standing in front of the camp of the Sultans, the white-robed priest slowly raised his hands and whispered, "As slaves, you will be treated the same as the Egyptians today. I know that many of you don't want to be slaves, so if any of you can get out of the pyramids, not only will you be freed from slavery, but you will be a great priest and loyal to the Pharaohs! ”

As soon as the words of the white-robed sacrifice were finished, before the Sultans could react, there was a commotion in the Egyptian camp.

A group of Sudanese slaves had the potential to become priests. Although this possibility is very low, when the white-robed priest finished speaking, it still aroused strong opposition from the Egyptian warriors.

"Don't agree, these sultans are just slaves, how can they have the same choice as the Egyptians!"

"Yes, the sultans cannot be made priests, this is a betrayal of Egypt."

Tens of thousands of Egyptian guards were noisy, even though they themselves had chosen to refuse. But when this opportunity was placed in front of the Sudanese, everyone stood together and condemned the Sudanese in unison.

What is the feeling of eating a fly, for Immorton, this feeling is the feeling at the moment.

Listening to the noise below, Immorton's face turned from blue to black, and his eyes were almost full of fire. If there was a choice, how could such a proud man as Immorton allow a group of slaves to become priests.

But in fact, Immorton had no choice. Although there are no rumors about him and Ansuna in the outside world, Immorton still needs to take precautions and desperately expand his manpower.

The strength of the pharaoh and the disappearance of Zhang Yao are like a fish in the throat for Immorton. He urgently needed to expand the ranks of the priests, because it would not only help them to take the initiative, but also to have more people to block the guns when facing the Pharaoh.

"Your Excellency High Priest, you can't let the Sultan participate in the ceremony! These sultans were just slaves, which is a blasphemy against death. ”

"Your Excellency the High Priest, only Egyptians have ever been priests, and these sultans are wolves who can't be fed!"

The Egyptian guards present did not know that Immorton had already cuckolded the Pharaoh. They still dissuade Immorton without knowing whether they are alive or dead, and the voices of tens of thousands of people converge into a sea that fills the entire Hamna Tower.

"Shut up!" Immorton, who couldn't bear it anymore, brought a boundless wave of anger with a roar, blowing dozens of guards away.

As Immorton became angry, the Egyptian guards suddenly lost their previous arrogance. For the first time, it occurred to them that the person in front of them was not their companion, but a mysterious priest who controlled an unknown power.

"Immature wolves, I think you are wolves." In the face of countless fearful eyes, Immorton was still furious. For a long time, the selection of priests began from among the commoners, because the commoners at the bottom needed such a chance to ascend to heaven even more.

And this time, Immorton's original plan was to symbolically recruit three or five people in the army. Whoever admits that the plan can't catch up with the changes, Immorton, who cuckolded the Pharaoh, lacks a sense of security in his heart. Especially when Zhang Yao's whereabouts were unknown, in the face of the pharaoh's possible turn of face at any time, he had to increase the number of priests several times.

Who would have thought that the number has increased several times, but now it has become a laughing stock.

Among the tens of thousands of Egyptian warriors, there were not even a dozen priests, and Tian shamelessly spoke out against them.

Immorton felt a chill in his heart, and he wanted to summon the mummy directly and tear all these shameless people to pieces.

"Your Excellency High Priest, I can go and give it a try. But you're going to release my family and let them out of slavery. "Just when it was a little cold, a thin young man suddenly stood up in the ranks of the Sudanese.

The emaciated young man, with his eagle-like eyes, strode out of the Sultan's slave camp and caught all eyes as soon as he appeared.

"Good, good!" Seeing that someone volunteered, the anger on Immorton's face was replaced by a smile.

At this time, Immorton could no longer control the nobility and lowliness of the human race. Organizing the forces against the Pharaoh is the top priority for Immorton at the moment, and the rest of the high and low are not something to consider at this time.

"What's your name?" With a smile on his face, Immorton asked the young man with a pair of eagle eyes.

"Honorable Priest, my name is Camper!" The young man named Camper replied loudly as he stood in front of Immorton with his head raised.

"Very well, I agreed to your request. But to become a priest, you have to remain faithful to death. Death doesn't like forced spirits, and if you want to come out, you must first maintain the fear of death and be loyal to it. Immorton explained, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Camper.

For this young man named Camper, Immorton knew that what he had to do was to buy horse bones.

In front of two or three hundred thousand Sudanese slaves, Immorton happily talked with Kampo. And under the watchful eye, he personally let go of Khambo's relatives and friends, and won the fiery eyes of more Sudanese.

As slaves, the Sudanese lived a precarious life. No one wants to be a slave, especially for some men with families, and it is also their responsibility in life to win a better life for their families.

As a slave, you have to face death at any time. And if you go into the pyramid, the worst thing you can do is die inside.

Compared with the Egyptian guards who ate the imperial food, more and more Sudanese were bright-eyed, and even some men who wanted to retreat were watched by their wives and children.

"My dear, our son is only fourteen years old, and we can't let him be a slave for life!"

"Husband, go ahead. If you die in it, I will raise the child alone, and when he grows up, tell him how much you love us. ”

Life and death everywhere are quietly staged under the pyramid.

Ten minutes later, tens of thousands of red-eyed Sudanese men stood silently in front of Immorton, eager for their fate to be changed.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, almost ten thousand!" The white-robed priest beside Immorton replied in a whisper with his eyes shining.

Immorton nodded lightly after hearing this, quietly glancing at the tens of thousands of Egyptian guards with their heads down, a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I'll give you another chance, whether to be a warrior or a coward." Immorton looked at the guards below with a scrutinizing glint in his eyes, along with the contempt in the eyes of the sultans.

The guards below looked at each other hesitantly. And just when Immorton was completely disappointed, suddenly a voice came from a distance.

"Your Excellency High Priest, can we go and try it?" The sudden sound was a little erratic, and Immorton looked at the location where the sound came from, and found that the source of the sound was impressively on the city wall.