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

And it is reflected in the clergy, that is, the divine power transmitted from the sun god is scarce, and the magical power has declined.The high priests prayed to the gods, and the answer they received was——

no reply...

For a time, all the temples were very tense.Especially the Virgin of the Sun, who guards the holy fire, has been closely guarded and protected:

It's all up to them!
If the holy fire goes out, it will be a big deal, a holy fire is a part of the power of the sun god!
During this time, any virgins of the sun must be well protected, no one can bully them, no one can harass them!
As for the Sun Kingdom, it was even more panicked.Especially at the northern pass of the Sun Kingdom, all soldiers on vacation were recalled, and the number of patrolling personnel was doubled.Swords re-sharpened, armor re-trimmed—

"Abby, why did we come out to guard the city wall so late?"

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

His cloak was a square blanket woven of the coarsest kind of alpaca and cheap cotton, with a round hole in the middle just enough to stick his head out of.

A brown cloth belt tied the cloak tightly around his waist, and one hand stretched out on each side.Holding a spear in his right hand, he held up a torch in his left hand. The flame was blown by the mountain wind, and sparks flew straight to his companion.

Beside him, his companion Abby, who was questioned by him, raised a wooden shield to block those sparks.He shrugged his shoulders angrily, took out a flat copper pot, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.The cold wine was poured into the throat, burning a line of fire along the esophagus:
"Why?—Because of those robbers! Those robbers, those devils—they are coming again! Tsk, every year when the dark day is approaching, they will come and harass them!"

"But in the past, we didn't have to patrol so late!" Oka walked back and forth a few steps, shrinking his body behind the boulder of the fortress to avoid the cold wind as much as possible.

Abby held out his hand to him, and generously passed the copper pot in front of him.Oka shook his head, pulled out a small woven bag from his belt, took out a gray-green leaf, put it in his mouth, and stuck it to the inside of his cheek.

The leaves numb his body and he no longer feels so cold.He breathed a sigh of relief and stretched his body.On the opposite side, Abby persuaded vaguely:
"Be content. The priests even distributed the holy wine and holy leaves in advance. If they hadn't come out to patrol, they wouldn't have to wait until the dark day to drink these holy wines? Not to mention the holy leaves—"

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

However, apart from the whirring sound of the mountain peak blowing across the pass, only the crackling of torches can be heard.

"Are you okay?"

"It should be fine. Every time the ones who come here are those who succumb to the evil god... Bah! Without the power of the sun god, they will never be warriors in their lifetime! The evil god looks down on them! If it weren't for the evil god's minions, we Called back a long time ago!"

...

The two of them shut up, gripped their spears and scimitars tightly, and continued to patrol around the inner wall of the fortress.And above the pass they were patrolling, a group of silent soldiers, bowed their heads and bowed their waists, silently climbed the slope:

"Go! Go!"

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

Plateau, cold night, steep mountain road.The cold air poured into the lungs, cutting everyone's chest like a knife, robbing them of every ounce of strength.The knights and officers could still hold on, but the footsteps of the slave soldiers had already begun to falter.

Suddenly, a slave soldier staggered and almost fell.With a snap, a whip was whipped up immediately, leaving a bloodstain 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 vigorously.

The juice of the leaves made him feel light, no pain, no cold, and even a strange euphoria.He was walking, walking, and suddenly, the front suddenly became chaotic:

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

In a slightly flatter recess, two slave soldiers rolled to the ground.One rode on top of the other, trying desperately to grab his belt and snatch the woven pouch on his belt.He pulled the bag open and took it out hopefully:
"No more! Why no more!"

He cried out in surprise and disappointment, raised his head, and stared at the slave soldier who was pinned down by him.A pair of green eyes, in the night, like a hungry wolf.After staring at him for a moment, he suddenly pounced on him and licked his chewing cheek:

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

The two fell on the ground and rolled into a ball.On the side, the slave soldiers carried heavy baskets, walked step by step with their heads down, and no one looked at them.Their faces were numb, their eyes were numb, and they looked like zombies driven by necromancers.

Only the low-ranking officers who maintained order rushed forward, yelling and cursing, their whips whizzing, but they didn't pull the two slave soldiers away.With the horseshoe in the rear, a high-ranking knight came forward, lowered his head and asked:
"what happened?"

"Your Excellency! These two slave soldiers are causing trouble!" The officer stood at attention, bowed his head, and saluted with his chest:
"Please give me some time, I will deal with it right away!"

"Hmph." The knight muttered something softly, as if it was something like "natives are dirty and despicable", but he really didn't care about it.He fiddled with the iron helmet inlaid with emeralds, and tapped the shiny golden spurs lightly.

The ornate pony walked deftly across the mountain path with light steps.The intricate embroidery on the woolen military uniform, the gold ornaments on the stirrups and saddles all glistened in the firelight, as if nothing could be stained by dirt.

Not far from the horses, the two slave soldiers were still rolling together.The one riding on the other party exploded with astonishing strength, and forcefully opened the gap between the other's teeth, pulling out a cloud of gray-green leaf mud from his mouth.He raised his hand and stuffed it into his mouth:
On the leaf mud, dripping and dripping, was still dripping the blood from his finger bitten, the saliva and blood of the original owner.

"The lowly slave is really dirty." 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 the Sun Temple strictly controls the holy leaves and holy wine that can only be used for sacrifices and rare occasions, and distribute them in large quantities to control slaves and miners?

A whole generation of Sun People... all ruined... ruined!

He hung his head helplessly, tightened his grip on the basket on his back, and continued to move forward.Over the mountains, over the ridges, around the passes, and then...

The torrent of steel surged down.

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

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