The sun was shining and the atmosphere was solemn and warm.

The first half of the "Victory Day Celebration" is dominated by various solemn rituals, as in previous years.

The tall and burly priest of the god of war cut off the heads of "sacrifices" such as cattle and sheep with a knife, and then used the splattered blood to wipe off the hideous lines on his bare chest. They danced wildly, with a heart-pumping shout from their mouths, and the people and soldiers all over the mountains beat their hands, weapons, railings, and a qiē sounding object.

On the viewing platform, a jar of fine wine was distributed, and even in front of Allegri, a large glass was poured. Under the leadership of Nacini, Snowton's civil and military officials, nobles and nobles, and even citizen representatives, all raised their glasses, remembering the past and encouraging the future, the tribe of horses that had fallen thousands of years ago has become the most powerful empire on the continent. And soon, it will encompass the whole world within its vast borders.

On the surrounding hills, the people who came spontaneously also cheered and unscrewed their wine bags. The spirits they brought were much inferior in quality, but their feelings were just as fiery. At some point, the people at the bottom will be more patriotic than the nobles in the upper echelons, and the truth of "meat eaters despise" is not uncommon in any plane. After all, the strength of the country is only a difference between life and prosperity for the nobles, but for the common people, it is the difference between life and death.

Wine, blood, hatred, conquest, all mixed together to make a glass of wine called "War Will", which easily drunk the martial Snowdons.

They were full of pride and sang drunk. No one noticed that there was a faint dark cloud floating in the sky.

Above the clouds, the evil god "Death Knell" looked down, and all the people were like ants, gathering endlessly.

"This sentiment is really ...... It's as strong as wine. A few wisps of black gas peeked out from under the cloak, savoring the will to fight in the air, and the "death knell" slapped the armrest of the throne and whispered to himself, "If the body of 'Scarlet' is here, I must have fallen in love with this country in an instant." ”

Bai Ji stood behind his side, silent. The Barbarian Maiden is in a very special state now, she is still conscious, but she has completely forgotten her past experiences. Just like a newborn child, he is constantly listening, learning, and thinking in order to reshape his perception of the world.

"Remember, Alvet," the old man spread his hand, and a crow quacked and flew over. Perched on his wrist, he scratched the fluff around the crow's neck. "There is no war in the 'Land of Dead Souls', there is absolute silence and tranquility there, but before it comes, we must let the flames of war in the world burn more violently." Involve the challengers, the challengers, and the innocent bystanders. ”

"Yes, sir. Bai Ji replied in a clear voice. Though. She didn't quite understand the specific meaning of those words.

"From now on, call me 'God'. The old man made a gesture and commanded indifferently.

The crow's red eyes flashed with a touch of smart brilliance, and he immediately flapped his wings and flew high, and disappeared into the distant sky in an instant.

Allegri put down his glass and burped lazily.

It should be that his aesthetic level is not enough, so he can't understand this kind of primitive song and dance at all, let alone those long sacrificial texts. But the nobles next to him all looked solemn, and he was too embarrassed to ask, especially Count Dalges, who was sitting beside him, with a straight waist and a blazing eye, obviously a standard imperialist.

It seems that the parade will not take place until at least after noon.

Seeing the sun slowly climb to the top, Allegri moved his sore ass and thought to himself. Except for yelling with everyone for a while at the beginning, the rest of his time was basically spent between being in a daze and staring. In order to kill time, he even checked the location of Dalgnan one by one among the dense heads, and quietly said hello. It's a pity that the kid doesn't know what he's thinking, and he doesn't mean to care at all.

"Count Dalges, Count Allegri," suddenly someone behind him reminded softly, "the canonization ceremony will begin soon, please come with your subordinates to prepare." ”

"Good Ratcha. Allegri, who was extremely bored, immediately jumped up when he heard this. His movements were so violent that they caught the attention of everyone nearby. On the other hand, Daoerges is much more personable, and Mance tidied up his clothes in an orderly manner before he got up and nodded,

"Let's go. ”

The soap-clad little man turned to lead the way, and the two of them walked down the viewing platform. Seeing that there was no one left and right, the old earl deliberately slowed down his pace and pointed in a low voice, "When you are sealed, remember not to be so reckless, those civil officials are all good at picking bones in eggs." ”

"The younger generation knows. Allegri also realized his recklessness and replied respectfully.

In the middle of the circular square, a main and four auxiliaries were built, a total of five towering stone platforms, which were connected by corridors as a whole, looking from afar, the momentum was magnificent. Since the nobles, officials, and representatives of the citizens were all arranged on the viewing platforms around them, except for the high platform where King Nacini was located, there were no figures on the rest of the platforms, which should have been used for other purposes.

However, it was certainly not intended for the canonization ceremony. Allegri and Dorges were led to the back of the middle stone platform, and later, they would ascend to the platform where Nacini was and receive the canonization of King Snowton.

"Two adults, and rest in this tent for a while. In the shadow of the high platform, several richly decorated tents had already been erected, and the soap-clothed little man stopped in front of the first one on the left and bowed down.

Allegri nodded, and followed Dolgus inside, where there were already two people in the room. He glanced at it and recognized the pale-faced nobleman as his titular neighbor, Ansel Borriello. As for the other sturdy middle-aged soldier, he had no impression.

"Fabino?" Dorges raised an eyebrow, recognizing the soldier's identity, "When did you arrive?"

"General Dorges?" Fabino replied, standing up, giving a military salute, "I came from the Wolf Plains Theater of Operations, and it took a lot of work along the way to arrive in Norman last night. ”

"What a general is not, now, I'm just an old earl," Dolgers, who seemed to be quite familiar with him, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "but I thought Ruperdin would come in person." ”

"The northern border hasn't been very peaceful these days," Fabino shook his head, sighed, and looked at Allegri, who was following him, hesitantly, "this son...... Yes?" (To be continued......)

PS: (Crazy plaything!) Last night I did the Lunar New Year Elder achievement, and I flew around Azeroth several times in high spirits, and it was twelve o'clock in the blink of an eye.) ）