Ansuna was somewhat unconvinced by Immorton's answer.

After all, as the spokesman of Hanubis, the god of death, Immorton has the ability to communicate with the undead. The world of death in Immorton's eyes is like his own back garden, and he doesn't know three words, which is undoubtedly perfunctory to Ansuna's ears.

"When the black mist rushed out just now, the first person I wanted to pounce on was originally me. But I don't know why it hesitated, then turned its head and pounced on the priest standing behind me, don't you want to explain it to me? Ansuna looked into Immorton's eyes, wanting to hear Immorton's answer.

This time, though, Ansuna was destined to be disappointed. Immorton shook his head solemnly, and in a voice that only two people could hear, he admonished: "There are some things that cannot be explained, this is a mystery that belongs to the dead, and the living cannot know it. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but this secret can be grasped by the sacrifice in addition to the sacrifice, and if you tell it, it will bring you calamity. ”

Immorton finished speaking, and nodded heavily at Ansuna. Although Ansuna was still not satisfied with this answer, she could see that Immorton said it so solemnly, and she was also afraid of the prestige of Hanubis, the god of death, and did not dare to ask any more.

Offerings were made to the twelve pyramids, and the whole sacrifice came to an end.

Hundreds of white-robed priests formed a circle and read aloud a eulogy to the dead. And with this kind of singing that outsiders can't hear clearly, the sun also retreats with the dark clouds, and once again shrouds the earth.

The sun's rays were still dazzling, and the Sudanese slaves who had survived the catastrophe looked at the dried corpses that had fallen in front of the pyramid one by one, and looked at a loss for a while.

These hundreds of dried corpses, which were still alive in the previous moment, were used as sacrifices just because of the sacrifice to the monsters in the pyramid. What is this sacrifice, it is a naked human life. The death of hundreds of people so casually made all the sultans in Hamnata can't help but feel a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.

Today's sacrifice is these hundreds, but who should tomorrow's sacrifice be?

There were as many as 300,000 or 400,000 Sudanese present, and many of them were crowded together, and many of them felt the urge to cry at the thought of the miserable life they might face in the future. conAd1();

"The sacrifice is complete, you slaves, hurry up and get back to carry the stones for me. If you dare to delay the construction of the pyramids, these people are your example! The whip struck a sharp sonic boom in the air, and countless guards drove away the Sudanese present, and from time to time leather whips fell from the air, causing a burst of screams.

An atmosphere of grief enveloped the audience, and the Sudanese were silent one by one, and the ranks of hundreds of thousands of people were like cattle and sheep being driven, fearful under the whip, and everyone was afraid.

The fears of hundreds of thousands of people converged into a sea of people, and at this moment, a Sudanese whose name could not be said stretched out his hand in a panic and firmly grasped his companion beside him.

Two sultans with a look of fear on their faces clasped their hands firmly together. And with this inconspicuous handshake, as if giving the two of them great courage, they were both stunned, and the original fear on their faces quickly disappeared as their hands clenched.

Two people, three people, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand people, this action is like contagion, and more and more scared Sudanese have chosen to hold their hands together. Even many of them didn't know who was standing next to them, but the handshake gave them strength.

"What are you doing, damn slaves!"

"Let go of your hands, let go quickly! Do you want to eat whips? ”

The guards, who were guarding the slaves, were furious when they saw the movements of the sultans. They whipped these bold men wantonly, and even drew the scimitar from their waists, as if they would cut down at any moment.

"There are so many of us, why don't we try to resist!" The Sudanese screamed in the successive beatings, and one of the Sudanese who was knocked to the ground roared angrily, as if questioning the people around him, and as if he was asking himself.

With this roar, the originally chaotic crowd suddenly quieted down, and even the whipping sound involuntarily stopped. conAd2();

"Yes, there are so many of us, why don't we resist!"

The quiet Sudanese looked at each other, especially the clasped hands, which gave them infinite strength.

"Kill, let the damn pyramid call the ghosts!"

"Let's rush, kill them all, we will return to Sudan!" The rioting crowd erupted like a powder keg lit before the guards suppressed it.

In the entire Hamna Tower, there are three or four hundred thousand slaves, and the guards are only talking about ten thousand.

Talking about the guards of 10,000 people, compared to the colossal number of Sudanese's slaves, it is so insignificant at this moment. The sultans who rushed up one by one went completely crazy. They quickly pounced on the nearest guard, and twenty or thirty of them swarmed up like a lap on the reef on the coast, engulfing the Egyptian guards present in an instant.

"Kill, kill!" One slave hugged the guard, and the others attacked in groups.

Under the tide tactics, many Egyptian guards didn't even have time to react, and they were thrown to the ground by the huge crowd, and one person punched into a pile of mud.

The Sudanese were victorious under the raids, especially after killing people and snatching weapons, more and more slaves joined the counterattack, and the guards who fought continued to retreat.

The fiery scene was instantly detonated by the Sultan's counterattack, and the battlefield showed a one-sided trend in a short period of time, and even the guards guarding the city walls joined the battle, it was still difficult to contain this one-sided rout.

Compared to the guards in Hamnata, there are too many Sultans.

Three or four hundred thousand men were like a swarm of ants, and although each Egyptian guard had experienced a hundred battles, they had to face thirty or forty times as many enemies as themselves.

"Immorton, Immorton!" Looking at the chaotic scene, Ansuna retreated again and again with the spear of judgment in her hand, clutching Immorton's black sacrificial robe tightly in her hand, and said in a panic: "Look, the Sultans have rebelled, they have rebelled. conAd3(); Send out the guards in the pyramids and suppress these slaves! ”

An Suna's tone was full of panic, although she had a good martial arts that was not inferior to a man, but in the chaotic army of hundreds of thousands of people, An Suna was still so frightened that her face turned pale, after all, no matter how powerful she was, she was just an ordinary person.

"Don't be afraid, my Ansuna!" Unlike Ansuna's fear, Immorton only had a mockery on his face: "These sultans are nothing, there is no need to alarm the guards in the mausoleum. ”

Immorton spoke with a calm face, as if he did not see the situation below, and said to the priests behind him: "My priests, it's time for you to act!" Let these slaves take a look and see how we Egyptians fought. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency the High Priest!" Hundreds of white-robed priests first bowed respectfully to Immorton, and when they raised their heads, they had already looked at the entire battlefield with cold eyes.

Woooooooo

A succession of trumpets was played, and hundreds of white-robed priests chanted incantations, causing a violent wind to sweep across the city.

The sand and dust swept in from the south, and the violent wind and sand instantly covered the entire Hamna Tower, so that the Sudanese could not open their eyes at all.

"Uhh

Bursts of screams came out one after another from under the wind and sand, and under the joint efforts of hundreds of priests, a warrior with a dog-headed human body condensed in the wind and sand.

The kobold warriors condensed by the wind and sand were not afraid of death, and as soon as they appeared, they quickly rushed into the crowd and began to slash and slaughter the rebellious Sudanese slaves.

A sultan who was charging one moment ago was split in two by the kobold's long knife the next. And the weapons of the Sultan slashed across the kobold's body, and the kobold also turned into quicksand in the next second.

However, before the Sultan could cheer for victory, the chanting of hundreds of priests was enveloped in the entire Hamna Tower.

The ubiquitous chanting sounds seem to come from ancient times. All the kobold warriors who were killed, under this spell that reverberated throughout the battlefield, once again emerged from the quicksand and continued to kill the enemy unscathed.

Look at these kobolds who can't be killed and can't be killed. Although the Sudanese fought bravely, in the end they only held out for half an hour, and they had completely collapsed under this group of unkillable warriors.

A rebellion is over, and there is only Immorton, with a smile on his face.

The Sudanese guessed the beginning of the story, but not the end. Just as what is right does not necessarily lead to the victory over evil

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