The orange bonfire swayed in the big tent, and the fragrance of pine wood burned in the silence. And in the light woody fragrance, there is also a charming feminine fragrance. This scent is elk-like, rich and gorgeous, reminiscent of temples to the goddess of fertility and striking summer flowers.
"Huh? Nothing?"
"Yes. Your Highness, if you don't believe it, you can check it yourself."
Shulot crossed his legs and sat on the crocodile skin carpet, looking at the woman entering the account. His gaze started from the well-groomed toes and slowly went up along the exposed ankles, tracing a straight and long graceful path, and stared at a well-manicured valley for a moment. Then, he raised his brows and looked across half of the alluring arc, to the tight and smooth lower abdomen, and then to the other half of the astonishing arc, sighing slightly in his heart. Finally, his gaze passed across the woman's elegant neck, saw the slightly opened red lips, and stopped on a bright and gorgeous face.
The beautiful scenery is unobstructed, and there is really no obstruction except for the pure natural moving ups and downs. The young king looked calm, his eyes still full of vigilance. He did not talk to the woman, but looked at the captain of the guard, Ekart.
"Eckart, has this woman washed her hands?"
"Master, according to the regulations revised by Intelligence Officer Na, she has already been washed."
The captain of the guard lowered his head slightly and replied seriously.
"The maid Elaine cleaned her. Even the nails on her fingers and toes were carefully washed with alcohol."
Hearing this, Shulot nodded slightly and looked slightly relaxed. Most of snake venom and frog venom are toxic proteins and peptides. These toxins will be degraded by alcohol and lose their toxicity. In this day and age, the easiest way to combat toxins is alcohol. After confirming that the messenger was harmless, he stood up, looked straight at the woman a few steps away, and asked in a deep voice.
"Envoy from Jinwan City, who are you? Which tribe do you represent?"
The pale yellow firelight reflected the fair-skinned woman, with her black hair fluttering slightly. The woman was very clean, there was no rouge on her lips, and even the nails on her hands and feet were transparent and pure. She bit her lip lightly, with a hint of resentment in her eyes, and whispered charmingly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Temple of Death, I am the sister of Chief Chikini of the Great Sun. I am the priestess in Golden Bay City. I come here on behalf of the tribes of Golden Bay. My name is Mia Wakotel. You can call me Xiumia. "
"Miahuacoatl? The legendary giant serpent on the coast and the earth, defeated by the spear of the divine warrior?"
Hearing this, Shulot was slightly startled and a little confused.
"Xomia? (xomia)"
"Yes, Your Highness, I am here on behalf of the tribes of Jinwan to surrender to the powerful you! The chiefs and warriors of the city-state are willing to kneel on the ground, dedicate their hair to you, and fight for you. Fight! And I will serve you devoutly like I serve the highest gods and satisfy any of your needs."
Miava's eyes were full of spring water, she stretched out her dexterous tongue and licked her wet lips. Her legs were tightly closed, crossing and rubbing together, making a rustling sound like a snake.
"Xiumia, I am your water snake! I am willing to crawl under you, wrap around the sacred tree like a snake, and change into various postures. Ah, your mighty Highness, please take out the divine... .”
Hearing such words, Shulot's brows rose again. He sniffed the strange woman's fragrance at the end of his nose, looked at it subconsciously, and a fire suddenly rose in his heart. I saw the woman twisting her waist like a snake and came two steps away. And a touch of already moist spring water is slowly seeping out from the pruned valley, with a silent charm.
"Your Highness, I am your snake! A soft, warm water snake."
Miava's cheeks were red, her eyes were slightly divergent, she was obviously emotionally moved, as if she was eagerly extending an invitation. This beautiful woman, under Shulot's gaze, dexterously crawled on the leather rug, revealing her smooth snake-like back and seductively curved arc. Then, like a snake, she took two steps on her knees, lowered her head and kissed Shulot's feet. Then, a pair of astonishing arcs pressed against Shulot's legs, gradually swaying upward.
"Um"
Shulot's expression changed slightly, he pursed his lips and felt the plump and soft touch on his legs and feet. His right hand was on the long dagger drawn from his waist. With just one stroke, the woman could die. The woman raised her head, looking at him with blurred eyes, and the corners of her mouth gradually turned up. Then, she stretched out her dexterous tongue, quickly licked upwards through the priest's robe, and smiled charmingly.
"Ah! Your Highness, how long has it been since you enjoyed the service of the Snake Girl? Before entering the battlefield, your spear is already as strong as a giant's weapon. You are really powerful under the Temple of Death!"
"Um!."
Shulot's heart was shocked, and the flames burned even more fiercely. It has been a whole year since Naxiu became pregnant, and he has not been close to a woman. And with his early twenties and strong body like a senior warrior, he also has stronger instinctive impulses.
However, even though his heart was ups and downs, there was no change in Shulot's face. He calmly stretched out his sharp dagger and pressed it against Miava's smooth neck. The cold and slightly painful touch came, and the beautiful woman immediately froze, and instantly became like a water snake in the mouth of an eagle, obedient and submissive.
"Water Snake Miava. You are not qualified to use the surname of the God of Death."
"Your Highness, please give me a surname. I would like to be your snake, no matter what."
"No, I already have a snake."
Shulot looked indifferent, looking into Miyava's tearful eyes, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the little green snake in the capital city in the lake. As soon as his thoughts changed, the fire in his heart was suppressed again.
"Miava, don't play this seduction trick. It will not be of any benefit to the subsequent negotiations. Since the Jinwan tribes want to surrender, they must come up with real terms! Well, as the Jinwan tribes, Are you one of the conditions for being a descendant of the gods? Do you want to dedicate yourself to the Lord God as a sacrifice for the surrender of Jinwan City?"
"Ah! Offering to the Lord God? Your Highness, I. No, not"
Hearing these words, Miava suddenly trembled, her face showed panic, and her kneeling body also trembled. As the priestess of Golden Bay City, she clearly knows how persistent and fanatical the Mexica people are about sacrificing the descendants of various tribes to the God of War. She carefully avoided the dagger, pulled up her long hair, wiped her tears, and her charming look disappeared.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Temple of Death! The tribes of Jinwan are willing to open the city gates, dedicate the entire city, donate all their belongings, and convert to the Supreme God of War as their main god! Among our gifts, there are also ten or twenty thousand coalition troops from the Eastern tribes. I only beg you to accept the surrender of the tribe and the allegiance of the chiefs and chiefs."
"Dedicate the city-state, betray the coalition, and accept the surrender and allegiance of the tribe."
Hearing this, Shulot's eyes moved and the corners of his mouth raised into a smile. The dagger in his right hand was still close to the woman's neck, but he stretched out his left hand, rubbed the woman's hair, and gave it a squeeze. Then, he looked down at the woman kneeling beneath him, and gently pinched the woman's chin, like an eagle holding a water snake within three inches.
"Witness the Lord God! It looks like we can finally have a good talk!"
(End of chapter)
