Countess' lover

Ansuna is trouble.When Althea didn't know how many times she saw Ansuna pestering Imerton with reasons of gratitude, and Imerton didn't reject her like he did to her, she was very sure of her thoughts.Ansuna—what an eyesore!

This unsightly situation had to end until the two armies fought.The Egyptian army first confronted the Hittites when they attacked Syria and Lebanon.Although Seti I displeased Orseya, he had to admit that he was also extremely outstanding in military affairs.After a month-long battle, Katash became Egyptian territory.

Countless soldiers were captured by the Egyptian army. They walked in the former city with heavy shackles in their hands, dejected.However, as the victor, Seti I was obviously not satisfied with this small record. He decided to continue going north, and issued an unexpected order before that.

Let the high priest lead fifty soldiers first, and go deep into the desert to track the escape direction of the Hittites.This is simply an aboveboard frame-up!There must be more than 500 Hittites fleeing into the desert, and they may suddenly appear to attack this team at any time, fifty against five hundred, no matter how powerful the high priest is, he is just a mortal.

However, the most unacceptable thing for Orthea was that Imerton actually accepted it!

"Are you crazy!" Orthea yelled at the high priest in front of the fifty warriors selected by the pharaoh for the first time, regardless of her image.

She stood at the gate of the city, her white linen skirt was no longer as brand-new as she had been traveling for many days, she had black hair and black eyes, and her bronze skin was like that of an Egyptian.Faced with such a situation, Imerton couldn't help feeling dazed. Goddess Althea should be bright and beautiful, not gloomy like this.

He sighed softly, and the amber eyes couldn't help being turbulent after all, "You shouldn't have come with me." She should have the best life, wear the best clothes, and be free from wind, sand and tribulations. It should belong to her. "Please go back, Pharaoh will take good care of you."

Orthea turned cold all of a sudden, "You handed me over to Pharaoh?"

The high priest shook his head with a calm and pious expression, "No one can decide the fate of the gods, you should enjoy the best. The pharaoh will stay in the city for a month, and Ansuna has already gone to the palace."

As if something was heavily suppressed in her chest, Orthea's mind was filled with an emotion of destruction at this moment, but she couldn't find the reason.Orthea looked cold, and left from the gate of the city, made way for the high priest, and said coldly, "You are right, no one can decide whether a god will go or not, then... goodbye, high priest .”

Imerton bid her farewell, walked across Althea, and couldn't help but put his hands on his chest the moment he left the city gate.That place hurt so badly, and it seemed like I couldn't feel anything.

He obviously wanted to escape far away, no longer struggling with all his sinful thoughts of blasphemy, and he didn't want to lose control of himself one day and kill Orthea.His life already belonged to the gods, but what about Orthea?She is such a dazzling goddess, does he want him to see her lying lifelessly in his arms like that time again?

At the gate of the city, Orthea quietly stared at the shadow of the small group of people going away, her gloomy and complicated emotions almost solidified.The ghost power from the mother swallowed most of the sun power in the body uncontrollably.The white cat ears twisted slightly in the hair, as if holding back something.

Coming into this world for no apparent reason, Orthea wasn't that frightened. She had already guessed that her fate would be different from that of ordinary gods.But High Priest Imerton was an exception.

Until now, she still couldn't figure out what the high priest meant to her, but he had obviously become her concern.Orthea laughed at her own stupidity, "I'm just an ordinary person, what should I worry about again and again?"

But if feelings really mean that you don’t care, do you really not care?

The wind blows her hair.Layers of mist gradually shrouded Orthea, only to see that her black hair had turned back to flaxen color, and her bronze-colored skin had turned into white porcelain-like whiteness again.

The white mist became thicker and drifted along the wind in the direction where the high priest and the others left.The person in the white mist held his palm tightly, and said viciously, "This is the last time! I must let you know that I am also a god with a temper!"

The sun is the hottest fire, and the desert is endless.In the distance, there seems to be a touch of green.That green, vibrant color is like a person's eyes.It was also on such a bright sunny day that a god entered his life.

She has white porcelain skin, long flaxen hair curled up like waves, and green eyes are the most moving color.She was a test sent to him by Ra, and came to him on the seventh day of his succession as High Priest.However, he was doomed to fail this test.

As a high priest, the most important thing is to be devout to the gods.It's like looking at the lotus in the pond, from a distance, you can only worship, but not desecrate.How can a person's heart be controlled?He shouldn't, but he desecrated the body of God when they first met.Until now, such soft and soft touch is often more clear when dreaming back at midnight.

Although he was always helpless, whenever Orthea came to him with some questions and pestered him, even if those questions were just simple common sense, he would silently put down his prayers or affairs to answer her.He likes it very much, and also feels proud, he likes to see her sincerely praise him, it will make him feel that all the tiredness is swept away.

This kind of joy is really just because of the affirmation of the gods?Is this kind of feeling really just reverence for the gods?He had to start thinking about it.

The results made him shudder.That morning, she stepped out of the holy lake with thin linen clinging to the surface of her body.The plump and exquisite curves, the skin that seemed to be shining in the sun, made him feel the deep surge in his body.She approached him, her soft body rubbed into his arms, and she guided his hand to touch the rich softness again.

The blood flowed quickly under the stiff body, and he clamped his legs hard, not letting the sinful root that was about to move scared her away.He begged her to let him go quickly, but when she really let go, he felt empty when he stepped into the holy lake.

Can the water of the holy lake wash away his sins?Emerton didn't know.He only knew that when Orthea fell into his arms, her vibrant eyes closed.At that moment, he had already made a decision.

Imerton turned his head to look at the fifty soldiers with sluggish expressions, less than half of the previous divine power turned into soft light and evenly fell on them.The exhausted soldiers who were relieved by the power of the gods knelt down to thank the high priest for his gift. He just smiled and asked them to get up, "You are all warriors chosen by the pharaoh. Hold on for a while, and the gods will help us find the source of water before sunset."

The soldiers cheered, but they didn't see the worry in the high priest's eyes.Accompanied by water oasis, is it really just hope?

Before sunset, the High Priest led his soldiers to find the oasis.A large area of ​​date palm trees and water sources are enough to make people who have been running all day happy.The high priest let go of the control and let the soldiers drink water as much as they wanted.

There was the sound of horseshoes hitting the sand in the wind. In the wind and sand, a pair of troops of more than 200 people quickly came in this direction.The two sides have been fighting for nearly a month, so naturally they can't help each other's clothes.

There were only fifty soldiers, but they were still scattered drinking water by the river. The difference in the number of soldiers added to the state of the two sides.Even though the high priest tried his best to resist the Egyptian soldiers, everyone couldn't hear the high priest's words, and could only be ruthlessly killed while fleeing in embarrassment.

Seeing that Imerton was still using his divine power to try to save the situation, Orthea finally couldn't bear it anymore.Her ability was limited, she just rolled up a gust of wind and sand, and led Imerton and the two soldiers around Imerton to quickly escape from the range that the Hittites could pursue.

The wind and sand threw the high priest and the two soldiers on the ground at will. Orthea gasped, raised her head, and looked proudly at the high priest and the two unconscious soldiers lying on the ground who had lost their peace.Deliver her to Pharaoh?Without her, whether he can survive is still a question!Althea couldn't help venting her anger at the high priest for many days in addition to her joy.

"High Priest Imerton, I don't owe you anything!"

The humiliation and heartache of defeat had not yet passed, and the words uttered by that familiar voice were like a sharp knife piercing into his heart.

"What do you mean...don't owe me?" Imerton raised his head and looked at Orthea blankly, which almost softened Orthea's heart.But thinking about his inexplicable alienation from Orthea during this period, he still hardened his heart.

She turned her back, not looking at the High Priest. "You used half of your divine power and blood to save me once, now I save your life, we are both clean. From now on, I will not follow you, and you don't have to avoid me!"

That's it, over?Even if they had never started... Orthea suddenly felt a pain in her heart, as if it came from herself, or from another person.Inexplicably, she felt it came from Imerton.

It was a kind of madness with a heart as dead as dead, as if imprisoned by something, wanting to break everything, fearless.So intense and fiery!But why could she feel Imerton's mood?In other words, Emerton...why do you have such a mood?She was suddenly sad and regretful, and that feeling came from herself.She thought, if Imerton could say sorry to her now and promise not to stay away from her deliberately in the future, she would turn around and kiss him like before!

For a long time, Orthea did not hear any reply.Turning her head, the scene in front of her made her heart ache like a knife—one of the soldiers she rescued by the way was stabbing a dagger into the belly of the high priest, with crazy joy in his eyes.

"Princess, it's mine!"

"Imerton!"

Blood overflowed in front of her eyes, and she suddenly saw the indelible passion and regret in the man's eyes.The high priest... wants to tell her what?