After the indigenous girl brought them into the city, she knew that her arms could not twist her thighs, and she did not let the guards accompany her, so she walked alone and led dozens of top bosses in the Celtic Military Region to the place where the indigenous leaders lived. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a few words, Jarre learned that the maiden's name was Ardustone, the standard Polis nobility, the seventh daughter of the chieftain and lord of the city, Smedis, and that the whole family was an ancient Zoroastrian religion.

Zoroastrianism, the religion of the whole country before Polis was completely controlled by Catholicism, worshipped fire, light, and the sun, and believed that Ahura Mazda was the one, supreme, and uncreated god of light. Angramanuel, the main god who opposes darkness and evil, believes that evil is constantly invading the world, corrupting morality, and opposing the good gods.

Believers firmly believe in the duality of good and evil, the connection of cause and effect in the world, and believe that mankind will give birth to a savior to help the God of Light win the final battle. The deceased will be judged and will enter heaven or hell, with the treatment of eternal life in the paradise of the gods and the torture of eternal flames, respectively.

This sect was initially tamed by the King of Kings of Polis, attached to the secular regime, believing that the will of God was declared to the world through the Emperor. In other words, the king of kings in Polis at that time was far from the pustule that he is at the mercy of now.

But none of that matters, the most important thing is that in the theory of this sect, brother-sister union is holy!

The tribal leader of this sect, Smedis, is naturally also a practitioner of this theory, and Ardustogne is the daughter of him and his own sister - brother and sister and sister are the series of broken thighs.

......

The silver glow cast a light veil over the ground, and the reflections of the crowd were stretched out by the moonlight, dragging diagonally across the walls of the houses beside the road. The large and small cisterns in the city reflected the quiet moonlight, and the water surface was glowing with sparkling white waves, shaking slightly along the slope. They are connected to each other by stone pipes, and the babbling water flows together until it reaches the largest water storage well in the city.

In this desert oasis, it is undoubtedly a very magnificent scene, which symbolizes a high degree of civilization.

At least in the eyes of Yalei, the various facilities in the Tamina tribe are already at the level of city-state civilization, far exceeding the impression of Ru Mao drinking blood before they came.

The houses in the city are arranged inwards along a circular road according to the location of the cistern, and the houses of various heights are in a strong Polis style, with hemispherical domes supporting the square houses.

The large and small buildings are all in a unified style, the shape is square, square, straight, and the emphasis is dignified and coordinated, if you magnify them a hundred times, you can almost reproduce the momentum of the Polis Empire. Unfortunately, the change of building materials from stone to wood, coupled with the overly miniature building, with this solemn and magnificent style, has a sense of nondescript distortion.

"Walking here, I feel like I'm in polis. ”

"People here worship fire and light, and they feel like us. ”

"The stone altars along the road must be the place where the sacred fire is lit. ”

The crowd followed behind Ardustogne, walking down the slope, and after looking at the scenery along the way, they couldn't help but whisper. After learning that the Tamina tribe worships fire and light, they also have a little affection in their hearts, after all, the Rosevians also revere the eternal fire, which symbolizes fire and light.

Ardustogne was at the forefront, and when he heard their discussion, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was very proud of everyone's affirmation.

At the end of the city road, at the bottom of the basin, at the edge of the huge cistern, stands a stone building between the palace and the temple.

Looking down the slope of the slope, you can see that the building is roughly square in plan, with a circular roof and a vaulted corridor around the house. Two nine-foot-tall stone platforms stand in front of the door, and you can see the "holy fire" burning in front of the temple from a distance.

Walking in front of the ashlar door of the vault, a strong smell of grease came to the face, giving people a feeling of empowerment. The source of the fragrance is under the stone altar, which is supposed to be a special oil, which can release a large amount of refreshing aroma when burned.

In front of the palace gate, they happened to meet an old man dressed in white with winged patterns.

"High Priest. ”

The indigenous girl hurriedly clasped her palms and saluted.

"Princess Ardustone, you are so late, with these ......"

The high priest glanced at the people in "strange costumes", a smile froze on his face, and the dissatisfaction in his heart suddenly overflowed: "What's the matter with these outsiders, don't you know that the sacred altar is not open to them?"

"I'm well aware...... But this group of people is quite unreasonable, and they are very powerful, and they insist on seeing their father, otherwise they will use force. The indigenous girl explained with a bitter face.

"How strong?" the priest quickly put away his dissatisfied expression.

Although they live in the desert, they are not isolated from the rest of the world, and even the relay of the sacred flame depends on official snorts and support, otherwise the Catholics in the south can burn them alive.

"The weakest one, stronger than me, much stronger. ”

Ardustone's eyes showed a hint of unwillingness, and he said dejectedly.

"The Most High Ahura is on ......"

The high priest counted their numbers, and the whole person was immediately stunned, and told her tremblingly: "Don't anger them, you must do all the rituals, I ...... now Go and inform the king now. ”

After saying that, he ran back to the palace with a gust of wind, and people who were over a hundred years old were not much slower than young people at this moment.

Yalei and they didn't understand the local dialect, and the guide who knew the local dialect didn't think it was necessary, so they didn't speak.

So everyone only saw an old man come out and say a few words to Ardustony, and then ran away quickly, lamenting that the people here don't know how to respect the old and love the young, and actually let an old man do such a thing as running errands.

"Father is inside, and if you want to see him, let him in." ”

The native girl didn't reply, but quickened her pace and walked into the palace by herself.

......

The palace is about the size of the Celtic Doge's Palace, with walls decorated with carved stucco or inlays, tapered brick pillars interspersed with corridors, pristine wooden floors, and mostly gold utensils.

On the stone throne, the lord of the city, Medis, who had received the news from the high priest, smiled and warmly entertained everyone, not only ordering his servants to bring rattan seats, but also a large number of melons, fruits, and drinks.

Everyone sat on rattan chairs, holding wooden bowls and melons and fruits in their hands, and they were a little overwhelmed by such a warm welcome.

"Distinguished guests, have you gone to great lengths to cross the desert and come from afar to the city to buy supplies?" asked Smedis, knowing that the visitor was not good.