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The blade fell, and the boy was ready to die, but suddenly a shout woke him up.

The boy opened his eyes and saw that the old woman who had been kneeling down before had actually rushed to the group of fierce and vicious thugs and directly scolded the group of thugs.

"This is the temple, the sacred place where the gods dwell, you can't move your sword here, get out of here. ”

Saying that, the old woman actually stepped forward and wanted to push the thug out.

The boy watched as the thug raised the knife in his hand, and the boy shouted, "Don't, don't ......"

But I still watched as the thugs raised their knives and spurted blood, scattered in the clean courtyard.

The old woman didn't even scream, she fell directly on her back in a pool of blood.

The moment the boy saw the old woman fall to the ground, his palm still touched the thug's body, and he made a move to push the thug out, but unfortunately she couldn't push it anymore.

The boy suddenly stopped feeling frightened, and stood there a little dazed, a little unacceptable to the sight in front of him.

The mob approached the boy with a bloody knife and a sinister grin, and it was clear that for the mob, an old woman alone was not enough to quell their violence.

They came for the boy, the last member of a small royal family, which had been ruined by mobs and the boy's king's father was dead.

The general, who had been loyal to the king, took over the boy's mother, the beautiful queen.

But then, as soon as the general sat on the throne, he was killed by the mob, and the boy's mother, brother and sister were killed in the palace fire.

The boy was desperately taken out of the palace by the queen's cronies, but the mob soon discovered that the little prince existed.

So the boy died in the hunt and finally fled to the temple.

According to the story, there should be a loyal and brave man at such a time. Rescue the boy, escort the boy to the city of Xuna for help, and help the boy kill the enemy and return to the country.

It's a pity that this is not the case, because the boy's father is a cruel king, and there is no such thing as a loyal and brave man.

Or from the point of view of the thugs, they overthrew the tyrannical king through their own efforts. They seem to be righteous.

Of course, the hero of the mob just raised his knife a moment ago to kill an old woman who was powerless.

Now, the mob hero and the prince in distress face off, although not evenly matched, but the reality is just that.

The little prince has no way back, and at the moment when he is about to face death, the little prince seems to understand something in a trance.

Suddenly. The little prince did not look at the approaching thug, but turned around and stepped on the steps leading to the main hall of the temple, and knelt on the steps with great reverence, just like the old woman before.

The mob hero did not expect that at such a time, the boy would actually kneel down and pray to the gods.

The mob hero was stunned at first, and then his face was hideous. "Little bastard, you don't think to worship God until such a time." Don't you think it's too late, not to mention that even if the gods appear, it is impossible to side with you, the descendant of the cruel emperor. ”

As a hero in the eyes of the mobs, the words of the mob hero were naturally agreed by the other thugs.

But just as the rioters cheered and shouted, the grass under their feet grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, the grass dolls appeared, holding straw guns. Attack the thugs.

It didn't seem to threaten the grass guns at all, but they became sharp weapons in the hands of those grass and wood dolls, stabbing several rioters to death in an instant.

The surviving thugs were more or less injured, and the thugs were terrified and felt that they had angered the gods of the temple.

The next moment. Under siege by the grass and wood dolls, he abandoned his armor and fled from the temple.

And our thug hero has not left, since he is a hero, he has his superiority.

In the face of the attack of the grass and wood doll, the mob hero became more and more courageous, waving the scimitar in his hand to defuse the siege of the grass and wood doll again and again.

However, those grass dolls could not be killed at all, and they were cut off by the mob hero blade, and they would quickly retract into the earth, and soon they would come back to life and attack again.

The mob hero obviously didn't expect that this group of grass and wood dolls would be so difficult.

Soon, even the hero was injured by the grass and wood doll, and the burly body was full of grass spears.

"Roar" The mob hero roared angrily, waved the scimitar in his hand, and once again cut off all the grass and wood dolls besieging him, and then rushed behind the little prince.

Raising the scimitar in his hand, the mob hero roared angrily: "I see what else you can do, you demon prince who pretends to be a ghost, go to death!"

The thugs who had quit the temple had no idea what was going on inside the temple, only to hear the roar of their heroes at the end.

After that, the whole temple fell into peace, and it seemed that everything was calm again.

The temple is still the same temple, it looks dilapidated, and it seems that no one has come to worship it for a long time.

But when you look into the temple, you can still see a clean courtyard without a single weed.

After waiting for a long time, the rioters began to be a little worried, feeling that something seemed to be wrong.

Just when the rioters wanted to go into the temple again, they suddenly saw a tall and burly figure coming out of the temple.

Seeing their heroes again, all the thugs were excited, and they felt that they could defeat the bewitching grass dolls in the temple, and their heroes were worthy of the title of heroes.

However, as the mob prepares to step forward to greet their hero, suddenly the mob hero raises his blade and slashes at all the thugs.

In an instant, the group of thugs waiting outside the temple, all of them splattered blood for five steps, and they were stopped and cut off and died.

The thugs, who were lying in a pool of blood and not yet dead, struggled to raise their heads and ask their heroes: "Why?"

The mob hero responds with unusual indifference: "Whoever turns his back on the gods and the chosen son will die!"

After the mob was so angry that it was impossible to see it die, the little prince walked out of the temple accompanied by a group of grass dolls.

Seeing the scene outside, the little prince was no longer frightened by his past, and was replaced by indifference and composure.

Glancing around to make sure there were no thugs alive, the little prince stretched out his hand and patted the thug hero and said, "You have done a good job, go and gather your cronies now, we still have a lot to do." ”

The mob hero saluted respectfully and responded, "Rest assured, I will not let you down." ”

After this night, everything changed, the heroes of the mob became the brave and brave, and the people who followed the mob to overthrow the dynasty became the evil mob.

The little prince, assisted by the mob heroes, successfully restored the kingdom and regained the royal power, and trumpeted the belief in the gods, sending a large number of migrant workers to start building a huge temple that could be moved.

Everyone began to prepare, following the great moving temple out of the city-state of Shana, and receiving the guidance of the gods into the sea of sand.

And all this happened in just three days.

Du Liniang stood on the walls of the city of Luna, watching those huge mobile temples being built, and she was really a little surprised.

I can't help but sigh to the people around me, these guys are really gods, and they will actually use this method to deceive their people.

The seven-colored deer couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What about the mess they left behind?"

Du Liniang said very calmly: "Don't worry, someone will naturally clean up for us." (To be continued......)