"When I first became a sacrificial apprentice, it was still full of devout believers on Sundays. But...... To this day...... I haven't seen anything like it in twenty years. After the long case, a thin male priest stood up, his gray hair flowing back along the man's shoulder, and his words were full of helplessness: "Your Royal Highness, the last time I saw you, it was ten years ago, and you have never been here again. ”

"Are you ......," Afti asked hesitantly.

"You definitely don't remember me, in the past 20 years, the Zhu Yan Hall has changed three chief priests in a row, and it is normal for the royal family nobles to forget things and not remember clearly. "There is a considerable discrepancy between the tone and language of His Highness the current Zoroastrian Chief High Priest.

Afti and Hussein glanced at each other, then knelt down at the same time, their hands folded, their thumbs pressed tightly against their eyebrows, and their foreheads knocked to the ground: "Merciful Fire Shura, accept the prayers of the believers, and give the lost camel an unchanging beacon." Please show the power of the gods and save the dying empire once again. ”

Looking at the two phantom beast knights kneeling at his feet, the master of the Zhu Yan Hall didn't say a word for a long time, and in the end, he sighed lightly and long.

"How can a camel that has lost its eyes see the revelation of God? The Zhuyan Hall has been standing in the desert for 10,000 years, and the Zoroastrian priests have been worshipping the children of the desert for 10,000 years. What now...... Just now, those sacrificers who saved you with their lives were already the last force that the Zhu Yan Hall could send, and this could be regarded as the last modest contribution that the last master of this hall paid for you. Maybe...... It won't be long before they disappear like grains of sand into the sea of sand. ”

"High Priest, why do you say that?" Hussein asked in surprise as he heard the ominous words from his words. It's just that as soon as the middle-aged nobleman's words came out, he immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing. Isn't the answer obvious? In the entire empire, the believers who still insist on praying and fasting are the middle-aged and the elderly, and it is difficult to find faith in God in the brown eyes of the new generation of young people...... Perhaps, but ...... That's often good for other gods. Just now, once the tsunami of the tsunami outside completely occupies the city of Mumbai, perhaps, the royal family and some big nobles who are unwilling to give in will still have a chance to live...... The best fate of these Zoroastrian sacrifices who stick to the Zhuyan Hall may be exile. The final outcome of this kind of interfaith conquest is the simultaneous destruction of the physical, spiritual, and cultural aspects.

"Your Highness...... There are two secret passages in the Zhu Yan Hall, which can lead directly to the outside of the city, so you should escape from here as soon as possible. The tone of the High Priest was extremely flat—the kind of flatness that had seen through life and death.

"Lord Priest, I must go back to the palace, I will rescue my father!" said in the gloomy hall, and there was stubbornness in Afti's quiet voice.

"There are no oases, no lakes, the insistence of the camels is meaningless. I have just been informed that this rebellion was started by the powerful men of the Chiefs' Federation. Their tribal forces together far outnumber yours, and with at least half of the defenders in the city being their clansmen, can you contend with it? There must be a green sky outside the desert, and the weary herd of camels will be able to get out of the trap of death as long as the hump is still towering. In the darkness, the eyes of the High Priest gleamed helplessly.

"But, my lord, there are secret passages in the palace, and there is no secret passage here that connects with the secret passages of the palace. We can take our father out through the secret passage. "His Royal Highness the Prince is not willing to give up the last shred of hope.

Hearing this, the high priest's face, which had already shown an old complexion, showed a helpless wry smile: "Secret Dao? If 1,000 people know about it, is it still called a secret Dao? Every 10 years, a different king and a tribe sit in that position, this secret path has long been useless." In order to keep it secret, the secret passage of the Fire God Temple was cut off from the secret passage of the royal palace 800 years ago. ”

Hearing this, the muscles on His Royal Highness's face twitched. At the age of four or five he knew that there were two secret passages in the palace, and when he was seven or eight years old, older children took him to visit them, and they even used them as their own playgrounds. At that time, Shizi's father had not yet been recommended as king by the Chiefs' Federation. Now that I think about it, even a child of a few years old knows about the "secret passages" that can even be freely entered and exited, how could the enemy not know about them? Perhaps, there are no nobles who do not know those two secret passages.

"That'...... What about my father and his people?"

"They won't have much to do, even if they are not kings, the strength of your tribe should not be underestimated. They would never dare to offend tens of thousands of people in the Great Tribe with their killings. The high priest replied in the affirmative that for the desert people, the chieftain family is the most virtuous in the tribe, and the killing of the last resort in the religious war can be understood by the people, but when the overall situation is stable, it will be guilty of public anger.

"Your Highness, let's go, there are at least ten thousand warriors in our tribe, and more than ten in our friendly tribe. The camels that endure humiliation and burden, and travel thousands of miles, will eventually reach the fragrant oasis. Hussein pleaded with Afti on his knees.

"Well, this kid is right, when is this? Don't cry like an old girl. Tayan's tone revealed impatience, what is Luo Luo doing in a rambling manner, will the enemy be defeated and retreat on his own?

"That'...... Your Highness, High Priest, then you can go with me. Our people also want your guidance, and our friendly tribe wants to reunite under the red Flame Cult banner with your arms. ”

"Alas...... Forget it, Shizi, I have been here since I was born, and in 66 years, I have almost never left this hall, and I don't know where else I can go without the opening hall of the god of fire, without the god I devotion to. His Houl God used his supreme divine power to transform this place into a place suitable for my people's life, and all along, His Houlcan has been using the gods to protect us, but ...... Now there are people who have betrayed him. I won't, and I don't think my buddies will either, so let's go...... In a moment, I will put a fire here, and since this hall of the fire god is going to die, there must be a sacrifice that can match it...... May the flame bless you forever......"

"Great Sacrifice Lord ......" The two descendants of the desert clan tapped to the ground on one knee at the same time, and in the dimness, the shiny thing flowed softly.

"Let's go...... Sending off the guests ......" The High Priest slowly turned around and staggered towards the darkness.

"Hmph-" An extremely cold snort seemed to come from a far away, cutting off the words of the high priest like a scimitar: "Where are you going?"

"What kind of person, get out!" Chi Aotian, who was standing quietly like a mountain, heard the sound and kicked the black pure iron chair in front of him into the air. Boom - The 6-person prayer chair weighing 230 pounds in the church slammed into the door on the right...... It was from there that the voice just now squeezed out.

A buzzing echo echoed through the hall, and an uneasy breath flowed silently among the priests. That door...... Precisely...... In the hall where the secret passage of the Fire God Temple is located, ordinary sacrifices do not know the specific location of the secret passage, and the approximate direction should be in that direction.

At this time, it was a really strange feeling, although everyone could not see what was behind the door, but almost everyone seemed to see a person standing behind the door, and this person was fluttering with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Chi Aotian quietly pulled out the black knight's sword, the Xinghan long sword was lost just now, this knight's sword was already a spare sword, and the young man pounced like a black panther in the night, at this moment......

There was a sudden commotion outside the main hall, followed by thunderous cheers.

"Caught ......"

"Catch them!"

The door to the hall was opened from the outside, and then two young red-clothed priests ran in: "Lord High Priest, Your Majesty ...... King"

"What's the matter! I ...... My Father ...... What's wrong with the pro?" The desert nation values the most father-son affection, and His Royal Highness the Prince can no longer control his emotions.

"Your Majesty has been captured by the infidels...... Captured. The young priests were nervous and couldn't speak.

"Father!" Afti had forgotten about the secret passage in his eagerness, and rushed out like a lion. General Hussein hesitated and followed.

The rest of the hall looked at each other in the darkness for a few moments, and then followed.

When they came over just now, they were in a hurry, and Chi Aotian and the others didn't carefully observe the front of the main hall, so they had time to pay attention at this time.

In front of the Zhu Yan Hall is a huge square, the scale of the square can fully match the identity of the Fire God His Highness - 200 meters long and wide, the square bricks are all from the red sandstone of the Flame Mountain Mountains north of Turpan, and it seems that every red brick is burning.

There is a huge statue in the middle of the square, which is the statue of Shura in the Dharma of the Fire God Temple, the naked Shura holds an olive branch burning with a raging fire, and legend has it that His Royal Highness of the Fire God uses the olive branch to bring the fire from the divine realm to the world, and the height of this statue is 10 meters. On the left and right sides of the fire temple, there are two pillars slightly shorter than the statue of the god of fire, one cyan and one purple, each with a brazier with a diameter of one meter on top of each pillar. There was not a single flame in the brazier at this time.

On the west side of the square, there were soldiers, and an invisible line seemed to be drawn on the square, and all the rebels were standing on one side of the line, and on the east side of this invisible line, there were dozens of rebels who were still moaning. Dozens of forest spirits standing on the walls of the main hall are the most effective managers of maintaining order.

"Elder, go on. The two or three elves said, took off one of the quivers behind their backs, and threw them to Qingluo, who no longer had any short arrows behind them.

After Qingluo received the short arrow, he saw that there was a large group of people standing on the west side of the square, and among them, more than a dozen people were tied up solidly.

"Father!" Afti's slightly curled mustache was covered with tears, if it wasn't for Chi Aotian's timely pull, the eldest prince would have rushed over desperately.

In the middle of the captive was a slender old man, with lemon-colored hair and a red beard cocked forward, and when the old man saw Afti, his face immediately showed anger, and the red beard was constantly blown up by anger as he spoke: "Bastard! Are you here to send filial piety?! What are you crying and crying, it is rare that I still want the tribal commander to hand it over to you, like this, are you a descendant of Allah? You raise your head and look at the sky, Lord Fire Asura is looking at you! Put away your pitiful face!"

"Father's ......"

"Don't cry, now you may just lose your father, if you don't cheer up, our tribe and our bloodline will be completely wiped out by these despicable infidels!" The old man was none other than Mudes, the forty-seventh king of the Desert Empire.

"High Priest of the Fire God, I know that you have the power to leave here with my son, let the young camels go, take our fire with you, and they will one day avenge us. His Majesty turned to the high priest who had just walked out of the main hall and said.

"Hmph...... That's a good idea......" Another cold laugh came from the main hall.

Hearing this laughter again, Elf Elder Qing Luo reacted extremely quickly, and quickly shot out three short arrows at the sound, and the pale green qi wave immediately disappeared into the gloomy hall.

Hiss...... Boom......

After the moment the short arrow disappeared, the sound of arrow feathers piercing into the limbs suddenly came from the main hall, and then, there seemed to be some kind of bird shaking its wings in the main hall, and after an instant, two golden rays of light burst out. In this dazzling light, the two sides outside the main hall suddenly saw several humans with white wings on their backs inside the main hall, and two of them were bursting with golden five-pointed stars......

Yes...... What is it?

I can't say the master: After getting the simplified Chinese version of the mainland, I found that I made a very serious mistake, and I apologize to readers and friends first.

New World Press originally suggested that the number of words in each book should not exceed 200,000 words, but in order to make the first book more readable, I threw 280,000 words into the first volume in one go, and finally after several adjustments, it was pressed to 260,000 words. Regarding the publication price, I also recommend that the publisher should not exceed 22 yuan. Outcome...... In order to control the cost, the publisher printed the first volume of the mercenary very small.

Sweat......

What's even more unbearable is that I called the publisher to ask why the words are so small, and other people's books have the same thickness, but the number of words is 290,000 words, which is quite large. Outcome...... I was criticized, and the publisher said: The number of words written in the book is completely different from the number of words in the calculation of the manuscript fee, and no matter how many words there are on each page of the book, it will be calculated according to all the words.

I flipped through the first volume of mercenaries, word count: 350 thousand words. Completely speechless.

p.s．

The first volume of the mercenary has been distributed to the wholesale market across the country, and readers and friends who have not bought it can go to the bookstall to buy it, and if the bookstall does not buy it, let them buy it.