The figure of a dead man.

Even if the magical light in the corner flickered dimly, the Khan could see their bloodless faces—the terrible blue-white that only the dead possessed, not to mention their limp heads, like grass targets tied to leather ropes, swaying as they moved.

Undead spirits?

However, the rumored Khan's heart was immediately relieved, although he did not understand what the so-called power of mind control was, but the corpse that fell down after the young man waved his hand casually and the robes flying on their bodies were enough to show that this was not an undead spirit in front of him.

But......

"With that, we can't get in......"

The man's thoughts were understandable - in fact, they were child's play, the three robes were no more than the formal garb of a shaman, but in this temple they were probably used only by the lowest deacons, and in the hierarchical temple they had no right to move around at will, and if anyone saw them cross the line, it would be exposed. What's more, he doesn't have the basic demeanor of a shaman at all, and the muscles he has cultivated over many years of fighting horses have propped up the originally wide robes, and in addition to being ridiculous, I am afraid that there is only one function of leaking.

Yet even with a low mutter, the Khan put on the fur robe with a feather shawl - he had subconsciously stopped thinking about opposing the man's instructions, and from the moment he realized that he had been a thousand miles away, he had no way out.

In the face of the charge, those who hesitate will inevitably die, and there may be a little chance to rush forward.

The Great Khan had given up all thoughts at the moment. And it didn't seem hopeless—they followed the man, and they circled through the passage, but never stopped. Even if you've never been here. But the increasingly ornate walls on either side, and the totemic columns, seemed to indicate that they were approaching a destination.

At least in the temple, where the legends are said to be accessible only to the highest...... But along the way, not a single person was surprised by their existence - all the paths along the way were empty, except for a few figures hurrying by at the end of the passages, and there was almost no trace of any living person along the way.

Could it be that this is also the power of magic? Or maybe the psalms sung by the bards are not all nonsense, there really is such a magic. Can it bring extreme good luck?

As if intending to break the Khan's thoughts, when the passage in front of him turned a corner again, he heard a large number of messy footsteps.

There are at least ten people...... The Khan King shrank his head. Let the face shrink as much as possible under the fur edge of the hood of the shaman's robe, but it was inevitable to see the whole group of shamans and warriors walking by, the long glittering feathers on their shoulders were enough to tell them who they were, the elite guards of the temple and the high deacons.

Leaning next to them and hanging their heads in the ghost area. Or simply get on your knees?

"Where is the Great Shaman now? We were commanded to see us. ”

The voice was relaxed and freehand, but it was like a sledgehammer smashed directly into the heart, Khan's eyes widened, and he felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he almost spurted blood - the man named Edward didn't seem to have thought about it at all, no, he didn't know what the so-called 'leak' meant, the so-called 'class difference'. Not to mention things like 'internal etiquette', and he just swaggered forward. Directly stopped the high shaman who was led by that group. Asked casually.

If there was anything more traumatic to Khan than this casual action...... That is, the High Shaman frowned and looked at the infiltrator in front of him, who was covered in flaws, neither shouted nor cast a spell, paused, and replied directly: "The Great Shaman is having a meeting with those people, you may not be able to enter now? Unless there is some urgent matter...... Or may I help you ask?"

What is this way of development?

This guy is a suspicious spy no matter how you look at it, right? But this high-ranking shaman not only didn't suspect it, but also thought of a way out for him? Could it be that the rules of the temple for many years had been changed on a large scale when he, the king of the khan, did not know it, and changed from a clear hierarchy to a family of all members, regardless of identity?

The Khan of the Krurod watched as the two men turned side by side, and walked directly to a door at the end of the passage, he touched his lips and wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a while.

......

The meeting room in the temple was an extremely large hall, more than five hundred feet long and wide, but in this huge space, only a large round table was placed in the center, and only six people sat on the twelve chairs around the table. Three three relatively.

But the atmosphere in the room was a little oppressive, so dull that it felt abnormal.

"You have robbed us of our holy relics, killed our brothers and people, what do you want to do now!"

The dreary lasted for a long time, until one of them could no longer bear it anymore - a woman in a shaman's robe spoke, her voice sharp and cold: "You want us to be your subordinates? I can answer you with a word you can understand, daydreaming!"

Despite wearing a heavy and ornate robe representing the highest status of the shamans, and with three layers of gold on the cuffs of the robe representing the supreme shaman of the shamanic temple, the woman did not look very old, especially her facial features were very deep, with slashing eyebrows and a high nose, which made her face thin and more polished, like an eagle. It's just that the trembling brows and the corners of her lips have completely lost the majesty that should have been, completely exposing her exhaustion and weakness at the moment.

If there is no momentum, then the higher the voice, the more helpless it will appear. Especially now, the young man in front of him was standing, his condescending gaze more like a fierce and arrogant beast.

His whole body was caged in a black robe, and his head hung slightly. The shadow of the hood tugged at the tip of his nose and obscured most of his face, leaving only a smooth pale jaw. The blood-colored lips rolled into a faint smile. The eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood fanned slightly. Like two silver fires.

"We're friends, aren't we? ”

He stretched out a long, pale hand from his robes, with a flat jewel badge, tumbling and swimming between five thin fingers, though it was only given by the sensitive movement of a few fingers, but it seemed to have a life of its own, and the soft clash of clucks was rhythmic: "Since the covenant has been concluded. We are friends, good friends...... And friends should help each other, not be hostile to each other. Am I right?"

The Great Shaman sneered.

What's the point of talking this nonsense at this moment? Covenants? Everyone knows that so-called allies are nothing more than scapegoats for inconvenient things. Not to mention hostility, even if it turned the other cheek immediately, it was nothing - let alone now. The first to turn their faces was these self-proclaimed 'All Things Return to the Ring'. Carelessly, the shamanic temple lost more than sixty excellent spellcasters on the one side, and the other side was just these three people.

The gap in strength is difficult to bridge, and it will inevitably cost a lot of money...... This is the only reason to finally force the shamans to sit down at the negotiating table.

"As we agreed, I will give you enough strength so that you can get more pastures and more clan leaders...... We did it and kept our promises. ”

The black-robed man raised his hand. The voice was soothing, as if to say something insignificant. But that tone was cold and sharp.

It should be said that it is a sharp oppression - like a knife in the throat.

"I'm very sad, you know, it's very sad for me, I've always thought that we were friends, that we could be open and honest, that I would even use all my strength to help you, and that you didn't have the least trust and respect for us, for all things to come back to the world. ”

He narrates, but apparently the so-called sadness does not exist at all, and there is only a sharp threat in his tone:

"The Entente is supposed to be a two-way street, you should have helped us and handed us that little thing, but you haven't done it yet...... You procrastinate, you lie, you try to hide the facts...... Is this what a Krurod man should do if he keeps his promises?"

"You've got what you wanted, greedy guys. And you have not brought the submission of all our tribes according to the contract. The female shaman said coldly.

"You've got the loyalty of most of the tribe......s, haven't you? That's because we need all the pieces, not just a small piece of this shabby thing that can only send a beggar!"

The mage couldn't help but sneer: "There are no rules, it doesn't mean that you can break this contract, but you obviously want to do it now, you are delaying time, it's been a whole month, we can't wait any longer, so we choose to complete it on your behalf......"

"To allow people like you to enter the tombs of our ancestors for the sake of a covenant that is not guaranteed at all?" a shaman sitting next to him interrupted him with a low roar, "You people are nothing but damned thieves. We shouldn't have trusted you in the first place!"

His voice sent a buzzing roar through the huge hall, but it didn't mean anything to the three people in front of him. Except for the smile that still hung on the speaker's lips and was a little more extensive, the remaining two people did not even change their sitting posture, as if they were two timeless sculptures. However, around them, the fluctuations of mana were constantly rising, causing the subtle tremors in the air to scrape a sour tingle on their skin like a knife blade.

It's a reminder that warns shamans that anger and shouting mean nothing.

The so-called negotiation is nothing but the distribution of interests, and the basis for distribution has always been ...... It can only be a comparison of their respective strengths.

And now the shamans have long since lost the qualification to argue about distribution.

Less than an hourglass ago, the thousand-year-old temple of shamans had fallen...... Although the situation cannot be fully described as 'falling', the shamans have lost at least the control of the outer two ring areas, half of the temple garrison, and dozens of excellent shamans!

And what is even more terrifying is undoubtedly the power in their hands. Not only can you not fight back effectively, but you can't even stop the opponent from continuing to invade!

How exactly did this qiē happen?

Almost no one on the temple side could explain what they knew. It's this qiē that came so quickly, so fast that it was unbelievably fast.

It seemed that overnight, only among the guardians who were absolutely loyal to the god of the mountain and the shaman temple there were a considerable number of traitors, from the bottom to the high rank, and even a few high priests second only to the great shaman!

As a result, the temple was originally foolproof in the sevenfold defense rune. There were four times that they were charged, and the defensive passage on the periphery of the temple was completely meaningless, and even a sudden plot led to one of the three great shamans being seriously injured! The remaining two Great Shamans had to consume more than half of their own divine skills to maintain the protection of the center, so they could only watch as their former 'allies' invaded the core periphery of the temple like this!

The end result was this aggressive negotiation.

If it could still be called a negotiation.

The female shaman, who was at the heart of the negotiation, paused for the totemic staff in her hand and motioned for her companion to re-seate: "It is impossible for outsiders to enter the cemetery of the ancestors. And before the time of the memorial comes. Even we ourselves can't get into it, and we don't want to repeat it again, so we ......"

She said slowly, but the other party was clearly not interested in listening at all.

"So I said, you can choose to change the way, you see, as long as there is one person, no. All it takes is one of your spirits or something to go in and take that thing out. The young man in the black robe sighed: "Actually. This is not at all a violation of tradition, because your tradition is that the cemetery of the ancestors is inviolable, and no living person is allowed to enter it, except for the short time of the year when it is 'Eid al-Fitr'. Am I right?"

His eyes flashed with silver, and the smile on his lips was particularly annoying: "If you don't have the ability to do this, we can do it too...... Out of the zeal of the allies, I will offer you a non-living being, a ghost, or a vampire. ”

"You are misinterpreting the tomb of your ancestors to allow your filthy summons to be desecrated!"

"It's called flexibility, old men. The past is gone, and we all live in reality, and the choice to be able to face the future is wisdom. ”

"It's pointless, we won't spare anything to defend the peace of our ancestors' souls!" said the great female shaman word for word. No compromises. Her eyes were calm, but the light in the depths was swallowed up by a deep black hole: "Even if it's our lives." ”

"Sacrifice is great, but sacrificing for the sake of an unattainable goal is a pointless folly. The young man's smile narrowed: "It's especially stupid to sacrifice the future for the sake of the past." ”

As if at this moment, the air around him seemed to freeze, only a subtle hum became louder and louder, and he looked up, but the shadow in the hood faded with it - a layer of mercury luster had taken over his eyes, a divergent luster: "I think you should know that time is not on your side now. ”

The great shaman of the woman was silent, but her forehead seemed to be full of wrinkles all at once.

She knew that the other party's words were not verbal threats.

Even now, their attacks on the temple have not stopped in the slightest. It's just that the power possessed by the core magic array temporarily blocked them, leaving them at a loss. But there is no point in defending passively - the concussion that shook the temple just now may have proven that these people will not wait like this forever.

So there was only one chip left on the shaman's side......

The final prayer of the energy of the entire temple is used to destroy the blasphemers who have infiltrated the temple with the power of the god of the mountain.

The result of that would be nothing more than the burning of jade, and the enemy would undoubtedly be destroyed by the power of the gods, but the temple would also inevitably suffer from the destruction of the divine power. More than half of the defenses built outside the core circle will be destroyed by divine power, and it will inevitably take months or even years to restore the original function.

And these enemies in front of them will not give themselves that kind of time.

"I can give you another piece of better news. The young man in the black robe said softly, this voice mixed with the subtle hum, like a snake spitting letters: "Your companions have only reached the influence of magic so far, so as soon as our final cooperation is completed, the contract between us will be fully fulfilled, and you will get the whole Krurod, all the tribes are no longer their tribes, but your slaves, and all their qiē belong to you, and there is no khan king, only the kingdom of shamans." Just a trivial decision. ”

The voice seemed to be gradually becoming moving.

Every word, every word was so beautiful, slowly penetrating into the bottom of my heart, making the great shaman's frowning brow stretch out...... She inhaled softly, but couldn't seem to say anything to refute it. Yes, it's just a slight change in those ancient rules, and besides, the ancestral tombs are not a treasure trove, if only a controlled soul......

"Your Excellency the Great Shaman, we have ruled out the invaders. ”

A flirtatious voice interjected in the silence. (To be continued......)