Chapter 1182 The Holy See of Glory Invaded! (Please Ask for Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month)

The sun god Viracocha fell into a deep sleep, which was reflected in the temple of the sun, that is, the glow on the statue was dim, and the temple's sacrificial fire was dying, like a stove fire that was about to go out.

The reflection on the clergy is that the divine power transmitted from the Sun God is scarce and the power of divine magic has declined. The high-ranking priests prayed to the gods and received the answer -

No reply…

For a time, all the temples were very nervous. In particular, the Virgin of the Sun who guards the Holy Fire has been closely watched and protected:

It’s all up to them!

If the holy fire is extinguished, it will be a big deal. A holy fire is a part of the power of the Sun God!

During this period, any Sun Virgin must be well protected. No one can bully them or harass them!

As for the Kingdom of the Sun, it was even more panic-stricken. Especially for the passes towards the north of the Kingdom of the Sun, all the soldiers who were on vacation were recalled and the number of patrols was doubled. The sword was re-polished, the armor was re-trimmed——

"Abi, why do we have to come out so late to guard the city wall?"

In the howling cold wind, the indigenous warrior Okara tightened his thick cloak and shivered hard.

His cloak was a square blanket woven from the coarsest alpaca hair and inferior cotton, with a round hole in the middle just enough for his head to stick out.

A brown cloth belt tied the cloak tightly around his waist, with one hand on each side. He held a spear in his right hand and raised a torch in his left hand. The flame was blown by the mountain wind and sent sparks to his companions.

Beside him, his companion Abi, who was being questioned, raised a wooden shield to block the sparks. He shrugged angrily, took out a flat copper pot, unscrewed the lid and took a deep drink. The cold wine was poured into the throat, burning a line of fire along the esophagus:

"Why? - Because those robbers! Those robbers, those devils - they are coming again! Tsk, every year when the Dark Day approaches, they will come to harass us!"

"But before, we didn't have to patrol so late!" Oka paced back and forth a few steps, hiding behind the boulder of the fortress, trying to avoid the cold wind.

Abi stretched out his hand to him and generously handed the copper kettle to him. Oka shook his head, pulled out a small woven bag from his belt, took out a gray-green leaf, put it into his mouth, and stuck it to the inside of his cheek.

The leaves numbed his body and no longer felt so cold. He breathed a small sigh of relief and stretched. On the opposite side, Abi persuaded vaguely:

"Be content. The priests have even distributed the holy wine and holy leaves in advance. If they hadn't come out to patrol, these holy wines would not have been available until the dark day? Not to mention the holy leaves——"

He suddenly stopped and turned around. Oka also turned around at the same time, holding his breath and looking around.

However, apart from the whirring of the mountain peaks across the pass, all that could be heard was the crackling of torches.

"Are you okay?"

"It should be fine. Every time they come, they are the guys who succumbed to the evil god... Bah! Without the power of the Sun God, they will never become warriors in their lives! Even the evil god looks down on them! If it weren't for the evil god's minions, we would I’ve called you back a long time ago!”

The two of them stopped talking, gripped their spears and scimitars, and continued patrolling around the inner wall of the fortress. And above the pass they were patrolling, a group of silent soldiers lowered their heads, bent their waists, and silently climbed up the slope:

"Go! Go!"

The low-level officers held whips and scolded ordinary soldiers, as well as servants and slaves recruited from the indigenous people. Those skinny slaves, bent over and carrying large baskets of dry food and supplies, trudged step by step.

Plateau, cold night, steep mountain road. The cold air poured into the lungs, cutting everyone's chest like a knife, taking away every ounce of strength from their bodies. The knights and officers can still hold on, but the slave soldiers have begun to stagger.

Suddenly, a slave soldier staggered and almost fell. With a snap, a whip was drawn immediately, drawing a bloody mark on his shoulder. He didn't dare to say a word, but took out a handful of gray-green leaves from under his clothes, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them vigorously.

The juice from the leaves made him feel light and airy. He no longer felt pain or cold, and even felt a strange sense of euphoria. As he walked, he suddenly saw chaos in front of him:

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

In a slightly flatter recess, two slave soldiers rolled to the ground. One was riding on the other's body, trying desperately to pull at his belt and snatch the small woven bag on the belt. He opened the bag and dug into it hopefully:

"No more! Why no more!"

He shouted softly in surprise and disappointment, raised his head, and stared at the slave soldier who was pinned down by him. A pair of green eyes, like hungry wild wolves in the night. After staring for a moment, he suddenly pounced on him and dug at his chewing cheeks:

"Spit it out! Spit it out! Give it to me!!!"

The two people fell to the ground and rolled into a ball. On the side, the slave soldiers were carrying heavy baskets, walking step by step with their heads lowered, and no one looked at them. His face was numb, his eyes were numb, and each one looked like a zombie driven by a necromancer.

Only the low-level officers who maintained order rushed forward. They shouted curses and cracked their whips, but they did not move the two slave soldiers away. As the horse's hooves hit the rear, a high-level knight caught up and lowered his head and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Your Excellency! These two slave soldiers are causing trouble!" The officer stood at attention, lowered his head, and saluted with his chest:

"Please give me some time, I'll take care of it right away!"

"Hmph." The knight muttered something, as if "the natives are dirty and mean", but he really didn't care. He fiddled with the iron helmet studded with emeralds and tapped the shiny golden spurs.

The ornate pony walked nimbly across the mountain path with light steps. The intricate embroidery on the woolen military uniforms, the gold ornaments on the stirrups and saddles all shone in the firelight, as if nothing could stain them.

Not far away from the horse, the two slave soldiers were still rolling together. The one riding on the opponent's body burst out with astonishing strength, and forcefully opened the gap between the opponent's teeth, and pulled out a ball of gray-green leaf mud from his mouth. He raised his hand and stuffed it into his mouth:

The lump of leaf mud was dripping with blood from the bite of his finger, as well as the saliva and blood of the original owner.

"This slave is so filthy." The knight frowned in disgust and urged his horse forward. In the crowd behind him, an old man stared at his back and sighed sadly:

Who is it that strictly controls the sacred leaves and holy wine that can only be used for sacrifices and rare occasions in the Sun Temple, and distributes them in large quantities to control slaves and miners?

An entire generation of people of the sun...are all ruined...ruined!

He lowered his head helplessly, tightened the basket on his back, and continued to move forward. Climb mountains, cross ridges, go around passes, and then...

The torrent of steel surged down.

"Abby! The enemy is coming! Run! Run!!!"

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