As the mountain breeze blows, the temple of the God of Death seems to be alive, singing softly, telling ancient memories. The cold wind passed through the rows of skulls, making a "wu" sound like a roar. The hanging skeletons swayed in the wind and sometimes collided with each other, making a "bang" sound like a drum.
Shulot pursed his lips and observed carefully. He also heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, but they were tooth bells hanging on the lower jaw of the skull, like the whispers of the dead. And various strange bone sounds came interlaced, forming a unique ensemble, and covered up the sounds in the temple.
"Of the personal guards, half will protect His Highness, and half will surround the temple! There are two rows outside the temple, one with vertical shields, and the other with bows. Surround from all sides, like a pack of wolves hunting, don't let anyone go!"
Bertard lowered his voice and gave some instructions to several guards captains. The two hundred personal guards immediately divided into two groups. A group of people held their shields high and closely guarded Shulot. The other group spread out in all directions, surrounding the small Death Temple.
In just a moment, two hundred elite Mexican warriors were ready to attack at any time.
"Your Highness, please wait patiently here for a moment."
Bertard narrowed his eyes, held the bronze sword with one hand, and took out a large shield. Then, he glanced at Na Xiu, who was wearing leather armor, and saluted Shulot, then led dozens of personal guards and rushed towards the mottled main entrance of the temple.
The movement of people had already alarmed the crowd in the temple. As soon as the warrior commander entered the main entrance, more than a dozen bone arrows attacked him!
"Swish swish!"
"boom!..."
Bertard instantly dodged and quickly raised his shield. Most of the arrows fell into the air and hit the dark masonry. There was only one sharp feather arrow, which was nailed hard on the wooden shield, making a dull "duh" sound.
"kill!"
Dozens of large shield guards swarmed up and quickly rushed into the temple. And a dozen Tlaxcala warriors immediately jumped out of the narrow temple. These warriors wore snake-print battle clothes and waved obsidian war clubs in their hands to greet the killing Mexica guards! Many warriors still carry conspicuous large bows on their backs, but they have no chance to use them.
Bertard held a large shield and a bronze sword, but did not participate in the battle. He just patiently and keenly searched for the source of the sharp arrow just now.
"Whoosh!"
A bone arrow, carrying the roar of death, struck instantly, at an extremely tricky angle. A large shield guard groaned and fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his neck.
Bertard took a quick look and determined that the vital wound was hopeless. Then, he suddenly stepped forward, like a jaguar that had found its prey, and rushed towards the main hall of the temple!
"Guard your highness!"
Seeing the movement of the warrior commander, the Tlaxcala warriors who were fighting fiercely all exclaimed in surprise. Then, they quickly retreated and gathered towards the center. Regardless of their injuries, they blocked the front of the hall tightly.
"Huh? Your Highness?"
Hearing this title, Bertard was slightly startled, and was in a trance for a moment.
"Whoosh!"
Another precise bone arrow shot towards the vital part of the neck! The warrior commander was still lost in thought, but his body had already responded in time. He dodged in a flash and missed Death's bone arrow.
"Huh? Good shooting skills!"
Bertard looked calm, but a trace of surprise and appreciation flashed in his eyes. Then, without hesitation, he let out a loud shout.
"Charge with your shield raised and enter the hall!"
"kill!"
Dozens of guards charged forward, swinging sharp copper axes. They slashed up and down powerfully, cutting through the enemy's battle clothes, breaking through the thin cotton armor, and then split the fragile body!
"Pfft!...Pah!..."
Soon, large clouds of blood shot out from the bodies of the Tlaxcala warriors!
The bodyguard warriors were superior in numbers, more skilled in combat skills, and had superior weapons and equipment. It only took them half a moment to kill the enemy and retreat to the entrance of the hall. And within half an hour of killing, all the Tlaxcala warriors at the entrance of the palace were dead.
The front of the God of Death's hall was covered with bright red pavement, and a dozen corpses lay densely packed at the door. Then, the scene in the main hall was clearly revealed.
"Huh? Women and children?"
Bertard frowned and paid attention to the situation in the palace. I saw a young warrior Ji in his early twenties, holding a long bow and aiming at the dozens of guards outside the door. And behind Warrior Ji, a child's figure vaguely emerged.
"Cruel Mexicans! You actually chased me here!"
The young warrior Ji looked at the people outside the palace and knew that there was no way out for him. Her eyes were splitting, and she blocked His Highness behind her, shouting angrily.
"The glorious head of the family has committed suicide in the city, and all the adult divine descendants have died in battle, but you are not willing to let go of even his last bloodline! The noble divine descendant family will be cut off today, and this fate will one day come to an end. , will come to you! In this temple of death, I will curse you with my life, evil Mexica!..."
"...Um?"
Hearing this, Bertard was slightly startled. Then, he looked solemn and asked in a deep voice.
"Warrior Ji who is good at shooting, which divine family are you from? What is your name?"
"Bah! You evil Mexica, don't try to fool me again!"
Warrior Ji said "poof", then suddenly opened his bow and shot towards Bertard.
"Duh!"
The warrior commander was well prepared, and with one quick move of his shield, he accurately blocked the sharp arrow. Then, his expression turned cold, he looked at the guards around him, and waved forward.
"superior!"
"Wait a moment!"
Under the cover of several large shields, Shulot slowly walked into the temple, followed closely by Naxiu who was holding a bow. His eyes moved, scanning the damaged stone palace door, skipping the dark tiled floor, and looking at the red-tongued death wolf statue. Then, he looked carefully at the altar with the black skull in the center, and then looked at the two people leaning against the wall of the temple.
"Warrior Ji who is good at shooting, if my guess is correct..."
Shulot's eyes paused for a moment on the snake pattern on Warrior Ji's uniform, and then he asked affirmatively.
"Are you descendants of the Water Snake family?"
"...the evil Mexica chieftain..."
Warrior Ji tightened his long bow and aimed at the young man in front of him. Even under the cover of a shield, she had no chance of hitting the opponent, but she still had to put up a desperate gesture of resistance!
"Who are you?!"
"...Um."
Shulot pondered for a moment and said with a smile.
"I am the person sent by the Death Temple to obtain the prophecies from the Death God Priest."
"What!"
Warrior Ji was stunned for a few breaths, with sadness and anger on his face.
"Aren't you the pursuers who captured His Highness?"
"...Um."
Shulot smiled and spoke calmly.
"Meeting you today is just an accident, an arrangement of unpredictable fate...or perhaps, an arrangement of the God of Death."
"Ah! By chance...O God of the Hunt!...You have abandoned us! I curse you!..."
Warrior Ji trembled all over and looked up at the sky, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
"White Snake Slave...aren't they here to catch us?"
A boy of seven or eight years old carefully poked his head out from behind Warrior Ji. He looked at the corpses on the ground in fear, then looked at the Mexica opposite, and asked in a low voice.
"Can we...can escape?"
"...Your Highness..."
The White Snake Princess warrior's heart trembled. She was in a hurry, trying to keep the boy behind her, but the boy kept popping up and looking outside. Finally, she simply dropped the longbow, hugged the boy in her arms, and covered his eyes.
"Your Highness, don't look at... we... are here, and we won't go there."
Dozens of warriors holding large shields and bronze soldiers surrounded the small temple. However, without His Highness's order, they just remained motionless, staring at the two people in silence and solemnity.
"..."
Xiulote looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly a little softness emerged from his rock-hard heart. He smiled and said calmly.
"We are here to find the priests of the God of Death and to obtain prophecies. It is not my duty to arrest you. As long as you tell me where the priests of the God of Death are, I can let you go!"
"Haha...hahaha!"
Hearing this, the White Snake Princess warrior stayed for a moment and suddenly let out a sad smile.
"Priest of Death? Asking for a prophecy? Haha, hahaha!..."
The hoarse laughter echoed in the temple of death, accompanied by the ringing of skeleton bells, echoing in the cold sky. The sky is pure blue and the top of the mountain is pure white. The ground beneath your feet is pure black, mixed with pure red. Then, a shrill voice confused all the colors and even sounded crazy.
"Prophecy? There is no prophecy, just nonsense! The old priest made some random prophecies and dared to curse the Four Kingdoms Alliance and threaten my Highness... I have already killed him!"
