Chapter 1183 Is the Sacrifice This Time the King Himself? (Please Ask for Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month)

Ten days before the Dark Days.

The army of the Lord of Glory, including 3,000 regular troops, 2,000 hired adventurers, and 5,000 slave soldiers composed of local indigenous people, crossed the border pass in a mighty manner.

A high-level warrior, a high-level priest, and hundreds of indigenous warriors stationed at the border of the Kingdom of the Sun were almost defeated in front of the overwhelming force of the Heavenly Knights of the Glorious Holy See.

Seven days before the Dark Day.

The airship leapt out of the rain forest, drew a long arc, arrived at the royal capital, and stopped in the square in front of the royal palace.

The high priest held his head high, holding the sun disk, and stepped out of the airship. Although the brilliance on the sun's disk was still dim and weak, it was no longer the bronze color it was when we set off. In addition to the brilliant golden color, it also had a hint of golden-orange flame.

Palaces, temples, doors open. Priests and nobles dressed in fine clothes lined up in the square to greet him. The moment the light on the disk shone up, everyone from the king to the priests let out a sigh of relief.

Five days before the Dark Day.

The vanguard of the Lord of Glory's army was already overwhelming, crossing a distance of five hundred miles and heading straight for the royal capital. Of course, how many of the indigenous slave soldiers deserted the team, and how many of the indigenous slave soldiers were buried in other places, is a question that will never be known.

Governor Martinez and Archbishop Bartolome, these two legendary masters, have long since left the team and are nowhere to be found.

Four days before the Dark Day.

The procession of the great temple and the royal family and nobles set off from the royal capital and rushed toward the holy lake outside the royal capital. Gretel and Archmage Baierbo were also among the team, preparing to visit the Dark Sun Festival.

The holy lake is still more than a hundred miles away from the royal capital. It doesn't sound far, but circling back and forth among the mountains, going up and down the mountain, and walking along the plank road close to the cliff, even if the group of people are strong, it still takes two days.

Grete followed in the procession, with the nobles' sedans in front and the priests' sedans behind. It was crowded like a Huangshan Mountain Road on National Day. However, the senior brother was in charge of him and did not allow him to fly directly, so he could only complain in a low voice:

"Why should we follow the team...Why can't we go directly to the Holy Lake...Can't you just let me fly for a while..."

"Don't go!" Archmage Baierbo glared at him with a dark face:

"The mountain is so steep! The mountain wind is so strong! With your flying skills as a three-legged cat, you could be swept up and hit the mountain by accident!"

Gretel: T_T

"I told you not to practice flying! I told you not to practice teleportation! Once you have mastered it, even if you can't fly at this time, you can still teleport to the opposite mountain to see the scenery, and then teleport back!"

Gretel: ...My teleportation technique can only be practiced at a fixed point in the hospital...

"Besides, haven't you been talking about the sense of ceremony and ceremony? After walking for two days, it will be enough to have a sense of ceremony. Then it will be more comfortable to go to the lake to watch the sacrifices!"

Gretel: →_→

Brother, your concept is very advanced!

This is what you call an immersive experience!

Did you go to the Department of Control and Control some time ago to study?

No matter what, the senior brother strictly prohibited it, so Gretel could only follow the team honestly. Fortunately, the Phantom Horse can automatically follow and find its way without him having to worry about it. He can even lie down on the horse and sleep.

Compared with those walking around, those carrying sedan chairs, and those nervously riding on the backs of alpacas, well, the happiness index is still very high~~~

After walking for two full days, it was already late at night when the group arrived at the holy lake. Grete slept on the back of the phantom colt without knowing anyone else. It wasn't until the next morning, when he stood on the edge of the lake, that his eyes lit up and he softly said "Wow":

"What a beauty……"

The clear lake reflects the blue sky. The sky on the plateau is extremely blue, and it is reflected in the lake water, dyeing the entire lake into a huge sapphire, without a wisp of white clouds or a trace of variegated color.

At the end of the lake, towering snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly. The sun has just risen, and the sunlight shines on the snow-capped peaks, reflecting the white peaks into a golden color, and reflecting thousands of golden lights in the lake.

Standing by the lake and taking a breath of the cold air, you feel like you are in a fairyland on earth. Gretel couldn't help but squat down by the lake, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of water, and patted his cheeks, shivering twice in a row from the cold.

"The snow water from the holy mountain flows here and turns into a holy lake. Whenever the Sun God feels tired, he will sink into the holy lake to bathe and recuperate. When he has rested enough, we will summon him again... "

The middle-aged priest who was responsible for guiding and accompanying Grete and others walked slowly to his side and explained to him:

"Dear guest, please come with me on board. The place where we offer sacrifices is not by the lake, but on the holy island in the middle of the lake. There are the Temple of the Sun and the temples of many gods."

While they were talking, the royal family, high priests and nobles had already begun to line up to board the ship, preparing to go to the island.

Grete looked curiously and saw that they were not on ordinary wooden boats, but round and fat boats with both ends tilted up, like straw woven boats. There are big ones and small ones. The small one can only be said to be like a bathtub, while the big one can have several rooms on it:

"Hey, what is this?"

Grete asked curiously. While asking, he quietly prepared defensive spells: Is this straw boat reliable?

Could it be that halfway through the voyage, it took in enough water and sank?

Let me think about it, what are the defensive spells that need to be prepared in the water... Underwater breathing is needed, buoyancy is also needed, cold and heat resistance is always hanging on the body, but it is best to prepare another spell to prevent clothes Get wet...

"This is a cattail boat woven from the cattails in the holy lake." The middle-aged priest smiled and answered patiently:

"Only this kind of cattail boat, which carries the power of the earth, the holy mountain and the sun, is allowed to sail in the holy lake. Don't worry, this kind of boat has been sailing in the holy lake for thousands of years, and there will be no problem."

Even if Gretel felt there was a problem, he couldn't use the flying spell at the moment, or take out the magic item [Ship in a Bottle] he carried. He followed the priest's guidance and boarded a medium-sized but particularly cute straw boat——

The straw boat was painted in the shape of a teal duck, and the sides of the boat were painted with regular patches of reddish brown, like the feathers of a teal duck. The bows on both sides are specially tied with cattails to look like duck heads, with a pair of flat duck beaks protruding.

The cattail boat paddles gently, pushing through the waves, and travels between islands covered with reeds and cattails to the edge of the sacred island. A long stone road stretches from the pier to the center of the holy island. The towering temple gate carved with the shape of the sun stands majestically.

Early the next morning, a golden light rose from the top of the snow mountain. Grete stood by the lake waiting for the sacrificial ceremony, and suddenly saw the king being pushed out by them, stripped naked, covered with gold powder, and sent to a small boat...

Grete:......

wait! etc!

Could this sacrifice be the king himself? !

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I'm sorry that I made a mistake today and set the wrong time... Then... I'll post today's two chapters together, and they won't be available tonight...

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