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He Ning has not shown up for three days.

There are more and more tributes in front of the temple, and the wooden carvings placed in front of the steps are becoming more and more exquisite. There are also wooden and stone statues carved in the shape of He Ning, some of which are vividly carved, and their facial features are very similar.Others are very abstract and artistic.

The fruits enshrined in front of the temple became the delicacy of the birds in the deserted city.Every morning and evening, you can always see flocks of birds of different shapes and colors hovering over the temple, flying up and down, and their crisp calls are intertwined, like a song played by the god of nature. music.

The large flocks of birds attract many raptors, regardless of eating fruit or meat, everyone basically starts eating at the same time.As for the omnivores, they basically follow the carnivorous raptors while eating fruits to pick up leaks.However, even the most ferocious bird of prey would not dare to provoke the gray finch easily. This kind of ferocious bird truly interprets that concentration is the essence, and it can be called the raptor of raptors.

The gathering of gray birds is because of He Ning's relationship.In the corridors of the temple, there are several stone slabs carved with this kind of bird, but the gray finch on the stone slabs is bigger.

Mia was wearing a long white dress symbolizing a witch, and the three changed into short robes, followed by a Dosha dressed as a servant.

No one knew what Mia had said to them, including Najia and the two knights who were specially called by Miya.People inside and outside the deserted city only knew that when these three people reappeared, they had become He Ning's most loyal believers.

Miya is loyal to He Ning, only to him,

The knights who defend the deserted city are dedicated to their duties, but in Mia's view, Moody Pulan is always the first in their hearts.

He Ning is the owner of Wu Zhicheng, this land belongs to him, and the people living here should be loyal to him first.Even if the knights of Pulan City stay, they will not be branded as the city of witches. The great witch must have the power to be completely loyal to him.

The barbarians are untrustworthy, the betrayal and blood lessons of 400 years ago, passed down from generation to generation by Mills ancestors.Mia is different from a witch in the usual sense. She is willing to protect the great witch and He Ning with everything she has.

Piety is not enough, only fanaticism is the highest belief.Fanatical believers, tribal warriors in their prime, these three Dosha people can play a greater role.

Miya doesn't think she did anything wrong, her long career as a robber gave her a special set of behavioral standards.

"You wait here."

In front of the temple, Miya ordered the three Dosha people to stay and sort out the mountain of tributes. The statues would be placed in the hall of the temple and beside the pool in the city, and the fruits and food would be left for the animals in the deserted city.

"Yes."

The Dosha people carried out Mia's orders meticulously. They were sinners expelled by the tribe. The cruelty of the desert and the death of their companions wiped out their belief in the Temple of Otiramus.In this vibrant ancient city, they grabbed the last straw and started another journey in their lives, for which they are extremely grateful.

"I swear to the gods, I will obey the oracle."

Warrior, squire, or servant, it doesn't matter anymore.

The resentment of being deceived by the Temple of Otiramus is buried in the heart, and the gratitude and hatred will turn into the most solid fanaticism. They will become the sharpest weapons in the city of witches, and they will wipe out all the enemies in front of He Ning!

In the hall of the temple, the green lizard was still soaking in the fountain of life, the spring water was no longer boiling, but the water flowing on the stone steps was still warm.Miya glanced at the green lizard. The scales on its body had changed from dark green to deep black, shining like jewels in the water.

The black lizard stood guard beside the fountain of life, with hill-like fruits piled up beside it, connected with vines and soil.These few days, the green lizard's food was brought back by the black lizard.

Looking at the sand seeping into the cracks of the stone slabs, Mia frowned.Without He Ning's permission, only she can enter the temple, and it is quite troublesome to clean up the soil.Perhaps it is time to ask the master to let the three Doshas enter the temple.

Both the green lizard and the black lizard were used to Miya's arrival, but the green lizard was still brooding about what happened before.The black lizard stood by, always keeping Moody's words in mind, looking at the wings on the back of the green lizard, its big blood-red eyes unblinking.

The green lizard is very unfriendly to the black lizard, and no one will greet anyone with a smile when they are hooligans.The black lizard doesn't care at all, giving birth to cubs, isn't that the case?Whether you like it or not, whoever is stronger must listen to him!disobedient?Hit till you hear it!

It is the nature of the Black Lizard's bloodline that the weak obey the strong.

Being targeted by such a tough guy, the green lizard can only ask for blessings.

Miya walked to the bedroom door and said, "Master, breakfast is here."

This time, Mia didn't refuse to be shut down again. A voice came from the room, and Mia was allowed to open the door.

Sitting cross-legged, holding a copper plate in his hand, He Ning was simply wearing loose pants and a top. When he saw Miya, he raised his head and smiled.

Mu Di leaned on the soft pillow, his blond hair was loose, his expression was lazy, his blue eyes were drooping, and he glanced over inadvertently, Mi Ya suddenly recovered from He Ning's smile, bent down to salute, and respectfully sent the food into the room , was about to withdraw, but was stopped by He Ning.

"Wait, I have something to ask you..."

He Ning asked many questions, seemingly trivial, but very important.Miya replied respectfully one by one, and she didn't leave the room until He Ning stopped asking and signaled that it was all right.

As the door closed, Moody picked up a blue fruit, bit off a piece, and licked off the juice stained on his lips, "So trust her?"

"En." He Ning nodded, "I believe her."

The identities of the people in Wu Zhicheng are not complicated, but Miya is the only one He Ning trusts the most.

"is it?"

Moody's voice was as deep as before, and he couldn't hear anything unusual. He picked up another fruit and put it into his mouth. The strength of his teeth clenching was much stronger than before.

Hearing the sound of clicking, clicking, the hairs on the back of He Ning's neck immediately stood on end. He rubbed his arms, keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and didn't know how to proceed, so he simply pointed to a strange pattern on the copper plate in his hand, and pulled Opened the topic.

"What does this painting mean? I have never been able to figure it out." The handwriting on the copper plate has been blurred beyond recognition, and only the pattern engraved on it can still be seen.

Mo Di took the copper plate, did not expose He Ning's thoughts, and threw it aside after looking at it twice, "This is the law code, which records the punishment for sinners."

The answer was somewhat unexpected, He Ning was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the copper plate, this is the code?

The white fingertips slid across the cheeks, causing an indescribable feeling. He Ning turned his head to hide for a while. Moody withdrew his finger, pointed to the pattern on the copper plate and continued: "The criminals are punished, and they will not go away for life. branded, put on the chains of slavery."

"on the face?"

"Yes, left cheek."

Touching the place just touched by Moody, looking down at the patterns on the copper plate, a strange thought arose in He Ning's mind, he thought of the barbarians.

However, this is too outrageous, right?

One or two is justified, the whole family?

As if knowing what He Ning was thinking, Moody bent his lips, "In the age of empires, barbarians were both warriors and slaves."

"slave?"

"The barbarian's totem is a symbol of the power given to them by the second great witch of the empire. It is also a bondage and a curse."

"Everyone?"

"Yes." Moody lay sideways on He Ning's lapped legs, raised his arms, clasped the back of He Ning's neck with his palms, and looked into the depths of those pupils with his blue eyes, "They are criminals. A sinner who made a big mistake, the sin in his blood can never be washed away."

Sin in blood?

It has only been 400 years since the priestess who betrayed the great witch built the Temple of Otiramus.The Aram Empire ruled the mainland for nearly ten thousand years.If the barbarians have been in such an embarrassing position, it seems reasonable to unite the witches to rebel against the emperor?

"Why do I have no impression?"

"Your memory of inheritance is not complete." Moody sighed, "In 400 years, many things have changed."

For the great witch who died in conspiracy and betrayal, almost all of her witch power was swallowed up along with her heart and blood. If it weren't for the support of a tenacious thought, her soul would have perished long ago.

"Is that right?"

He Ning rested on the blanket with one hand, and held Modi's wrist with the other hand, "In that case, shouldn't the barbarians hate the great witch?"

Why can't he feel threatened from the Cangyan people?After all, it was the great witch who caused their fate. After a thousand years, no matter how big the sin is, it should be ashes, right?But the totems on their faces and bodies still exist, and every barbarian has such a mark since birth.

"No." Moody looked at He Ning, "They don't hate the Great Witch. Their power comes from and is bound by the Great Witch. What they hate is the emperor of Aram."

"I don't know."

Moody smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, the Alan Empire no longer exists."

The unwilling slave breeds unforgivable greed, and if he chooses to betray, he must pay the price.

He Ning didn't speak, and the picture he saw in the coma appeared in front of his eyes again, the blond emperor, the spear piercing through the body, the blood gushing from the wound, the blood-stained smile...

He Ning leaned over and kissed Mo Di's lips like biting, until he tasted blood in his mouth.

"I'm not the great witch who died 400 years ago, I'm just He Ning. I will avenge him, but I won't be him." He Ning looked at Moody and stroked his eyebrows with his fingers.

"I know." Moody pinched He Ning's ear, and rubbed the corner of his lips with his thumb, "I know you are not him, you are He Ning. He belongs to the dead King of Alan, but you belong to me. "

This answer satisfied He Ning, curled up his mouth, and kissed Modi on the face as if rewarding him, then pushed him away, pulled the breakfast plate, tore open a piece of wheat cake, and dipped it in the thick soup to eat up.

There is no seasoning, the soup is very fragrant, and the beef is stewed soft.

Moody lay sideways on the blanket, propped his chin with one hand, watched He Ning eat, and tapped his own lips. He Ning raised his eyebrows, and directly stuffed the other half of the pancake into his mouth.

The great inheritor of the royal family of Aram, the lord of Pulan who ruled the eastern desert, biting half of a wheat cake, was speechless for a while.

No matter 400 years ago or 400 years later, no matter what their personality is, they all have the same lack of "interest".

He Ning laughed out loud, since these days, today is his best mood.

The secrets of the barbarians recorded on the copper plate, the grievances and hatreds of a hundred years or a thousand years, are temporarily left behind, let's eat first.

In the deserted city, craftsmen not only rebuilt the houses and streets according to the parchment scrolls, but also carved exquisite patterns on the surface of the buildings.

The girls who did not go to herd herds gathered in the weaving room after preparing the food for the day, spun camel hair and wool into threads, dyed them in different colors, and wove blankets with bright colors and exquisite patterns.They all hope that the blankets they make can be sent to the temple and used by the owner, but unfortunately, only a few can be selected, and the rest, a small part is used to decorate the room, and the rest are all stored, even if the caravan is not Later, it can also be transported to Pulan City or other tribes through knights and craftsmen in exchange for salt and spices.

The food and water sources in the deserted city can be self-sufficient, and the herds have also formed a considerable scale. Only salt and spices are urgently needed.

The eastern desert does not produce salt. He Ning once thought about forming his own caravan, but the members of the caravan are a problem. They can't all be girls, right?Artisans are also not suitable, after all, they are only dispatched laborers.

After much deliberation, I can't find a solution, so I can only put it on hold temporarily.

It's not that he didn't think about going to battle in person, but his identity is sensitive. Thinking about the Otiramus Temple that was stalking, and thinking about the previous plots and pursuits, it's better for him to show up as little as possible until the matter is resolved.

Outside the deserted city, stretches of pastures have become a paradise for herbivores deep in the desert.Herds of cattle and sheep gather together.There are also a lot of antelopes in the middle.

Groups of herbivores attracted desert wolves, and the whips and long knives in the hands of the girl and the shepherds prevented them from getting too close.

A cunning desert fox is crouching in the grass, waiting to steal a lamb.Aoni swung her whip, and the camel ran to the thickest tall grass. The two foxes were driven out of the grass, and fled as if flying.

"It should be a family." Najia walked to Oni and looked at the two foxes who ran to a distance and stopped. "After going back, the fence needs to be strengthened and more people should be guarded. They are more troublesome than desert wolves. .”

"En." Oni wrapped the whip back around her arm, "Let Sami and Laya watch at night, or ask the master to find a few deserts to make nests beside the corral?"

"Sand cat?" Najia shook her head, "Desert foxes only steal lambs, and even older calves cannot be killed, but sand cats can kill adult cattle and sheep."

"But they listen to their masters."

"Okay, let's not bother the master if we can do it ourselves. Have you forgotten what Mia said?"

"I haven't forgotten, listen to you."

The two girls chased away the foxes and tended the herd.Another shepherd took the sheep a little farther away. When the sheep were gnawing on the grass, he drove the camels up the sand dunes and looked at several raised rocky mountains, which were the favorite hiding places of desert wolves and desert foxes. They also spotted leopards nearby.

After making sure that there was no danger around, the shepherd was about to walk down the sand dune when a strange camel bell suddenly sounded in his ear.Pulling the reins, the shepherd looked in the direction of the sound. A caravan of camels was approaching from a distance. There were about 20 camels, and each camel was carrying bags of goods on its back.

The shepherd looked carefully for a while, and before the other party noticed him, he put his fingers to his lips and whistled three times in succession. The whistle sounded to the ears of other herdsmen, and someone rode a camel back to the city immediately to report the news.

Caravan?

After having breakfast, He Ning finally walked out of the room. He had just visited the Green Lizard when he was informed of the news.Frowning, would a "normal" caravan go deep into the desert?

Moody stretched out his arms to catch the goshawk flying down from the sky, rubbed his fingers against the goshawk's feathers, and untied the parchment tied to its leg.

After looking at it briefly, the corners of his mouth curled up, but his eyes turned cold.

"what happened?"

"No." The parchment in Moody's hand shattered into several pieces, "Since it's a caravan, let's put it in. Haven't you been worrying about salt and spices?"

Although Mu Di was smiling, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Angry, absolutely mad!

Even though the anger was not directed at him, He Ning's scalp was still numb, and he really wanted to shed tears of sympathy for the guy who made him angry.As for the caravan, it doesn't matter whether it's a real caravan or a fake caravan, it's really okay to say that if they hit the crater for another purpose, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck.