"Back...... Tsk, it looks like that's your fate. The two-headed freak who was watching from the sidelines chuckled at the moment.

The reverse of the coin means that Sigur will not only not save him, but will know him with his own hands.

The yellow-haired boy's face was as dead as ashes, staring at the coin.

The two totem warriors chasing behind also approached this side at this moment, and couldn't help but roar angrily at the moment: "Little cub, look where you can run now." ”

The young man's forehead was bruised, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

He was about to make a last-ditch fight when suddenly a gunshot rang out.

Bang.

The head of one of the pursuers at the front burst open, and the faces of the people next to him who splattered their brains were all over the place.

Bang!

Another shot rang out, and another pursuer was shot in the head by Seeger, and he fell to the ground stiffly.

The silver spear became a little red-hot, and wisps of smoke rose from it.

In the blink of an eye, the two totemic warriors who had pursued them were all killed.

Sig dismounted, walked slowly to the young man's side on broken leaves, and said condescendingly and indifferently: "Fate chose to let me send you to death, but what I don't believe in the most is fate." ”

At this moment, he thought a lot, thought of Elsis, thought of the thing called fate.

Is the trajectory of a person's destiny fixed?

Sieg didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

He only believes in his decision, and even if he goes to a fork in the road, he will not regret it.

"What I want to do, it's not the trajectory of fate that has the final say, but I have the final say. Sieg slowly withdrew the pistol, then stared at the bloodied boy and said, "Can you still stand up?"

The young man was stunned, then nodded vigorously, and as he spoke, he forcibly supported his body and tried to stand up.

"Want revenge?" said Sigger's eyes, his tone mixed with seduction.

"Yes!" the young man nodded fiercely, and looked at the two people lying in a pool of blood, his face resentful.

"Be my lackey. Sieg said slowly.

He didn't want to use the title of servant or follower, because he didn't think the young man in front of him was qualified enough.

"Huh?" the young man's face froze, as if he hadn't reacted.

According to the normal routine, if you are hunted down and rescued by a peerless master, shouldn't you accept yourself as an apprentice and then teach it carefully?

"Don't you want to?" said Sigger's tone of voice that grew cold.

"I ......" The young man was in a trance for a while, and then the scene of his relatives being wantonly killed by the people of the royal court when the tribe was broken up came to his mind. His eyes gradually changed back to the color of Qingming at the moment, and he nodded fiercely: "I am willing to follow the adult!!"

"Good. Sieg nodded.

The strength of more people is greater, and just with him and the two heads, it is still a little reluctant to do things.

What's more, they are still outsiders, and they are not familiar with this world. It would be much easier to have a native as a lackey.

The three of them, along with the puppet infested by Sig, marched towards the royal court together.

......

Sig and the others rode all the way through the jungle to the grassland, walked for about three or four days, and finally came to the foot of the royal court's capital.

Along the way, they also enjoyed the customs along the way and learned a lot of secrets about this world.

During this time, Sieg also changed into animal skin clothes, deliberately painted with tattoos, and disguised himself as a totemic warrior escorting the chieftain.

And the two-headed monster also shrank a head in order not to attract attention, leaving only one head outside, dressed as another totem warrior.

They came to the royal court this time, and their purpose was very simple, that is, to find a way to control the royal court and let it be used for their own use!

If a third person knew this, he would probably laugh off his big teeth.

The royal court is so powerful, it is almost the overlord of this world.

There are countless totemic warriors inside, and the high priest has reached the quasi-second level. Coupled with the 100,000 male soldiers under his command, this kind of power can be controlled by two outsiders?

The two-headed people next to him were also a little apprehensive in their hearts, after all, the power contrast was too great. He is only a first-level creature, and in this royal court, God knows how many totem warriors of the same level are there with him.

But Sieg next to him always had a breezy face, without the slightest fear.

To Sigurd, such a low-level civilization may seem scary in numbers, but in fact it is just a paper tiger.

As a child in Linton City, he had heard many stories of navigators.

After discovering the New World for the first time, the famous navigator Captain Dijama defeated a tribe with a population of hundreds of thousands with a crew of several hundred people.

With their superior firearms, they directly crushed tens of thousands of soldiers in the Armageddon, and also captured the leader of the alien tribe.

According to the history books, Captain Dijama only led a few hundred crew members, holding rudimentary muskets and artillery, facing the opponent's tens of thousands of troops, they directly fired an artillery salvo and cavalry charge, easily crushed the opponent's tens of thousands of troops, and then captured the leader of the alien tribe alive in the chaos.

Hundreds of people defeated tens of thousands, and this kind of miracle was countless at the peak of the gold rush in the New World.

Of course, looking at these stories with Sig's current experience, it is natural to be able to clearly see that there must be a mysterious person hiding in the shadows behind this to compete.

But even so, every time Sieg hears this kind of story, there is still a sense of surging in his heart.

"The more ignorant the civilization, the more authoritarian and centralized it is. Sieg said in his heart.

Now almost all the power of this royal court is concentrated in the hands of the high priest, who is the supreme power in the secular world and the embodiment of the will of the ancestral gods in the world, and theoretically all totemic warriors must be loyal to him.

This highly centralized system gave Sigurt the best way to control the royal court - they only needed to control the high priest!

That's why Sig went to great lengths to disguise himself as a tribal emissary to attend the ceremony.

The royal capital in front of him was built on a vast grassland, and on the back it relied on a meandering river.

The entire capital was surrounded by a high wooden fence and covered with green thorns. These thorns are particularly numerous, and most of them are highly poisonous.

Inside the city, there are wooden houses and tents, which are very primitive. Here, the people who can live in stone houses are rich and noble.

In the center, there is a giant Mayan pyramid.

The pyramid stands tall and is hundreds of meters high. However, the pyramid does not seem to be finished yet, and from a distance, the tower is surrounded by working slaves.

Sigur stood outside the royal court, looking at the magnificent Mayan pyramid from afar, and his heart was filled with waves.

It's really hard to imagine that such a primitive civilization, which can't even be built on wheels, can build such a shocking building.

"My lord, that's the Ancestral God Tower. The yellow-haired boy next to him opened his mouth and introduced.

This man's name was Pierrot, and he was one of the few remaining members of the White Light Tribe.

"The legendary high priest lived on the top of this tower. It is said that there is a magnificent palace that leads to the sky. Pierrot looked at the Mayan pyramids in the distance with a resentful gaze.

Five years ago, it was the high priest at the top of the tower who prophesied that their family was ruined.

Of course, the prophesied high priest has long since died, and is now succeeded by a new high priest of the quasi-first rank.

But that didn't affect the hatred in Pierrot's heart.