How to wear a goddess statue

The border is windy again, the cold air from the north is mostly blocked by the Sitings Mountains, but the wind blowing from the highland where Sanur lives is still fierce.

The strong wind shook the trees, slapped the city wall, and made a whistling sound.

It also blows the "sacrifices" hanging on the city wall.

Those were the heads of Solancian warriors, nailed to the city wall, their messy hair fluttering like withered grass, and their blood-drained faces were pale and blue.

Arranged in the middle is the former manager of the city, Hefet. He has not closed his eyes until now, and his eyes are staring blankly ahead.

In the city of Digbia.

From time to time, Sanur soldiers walked by in formation on the street, but there was no sign of a Solan, and the doors of every house were closed, although everyone knew that this was just a senseless resistance.

As long as the Sanur people are in the mood, they will smash the door at any time, make fun of the owner of the house, and finally kill them without caring.

This is not the first time such an act, as early as two days after the city of Digbia was broken, Sanur soldiers "cleaned" from house to house, searching for belongings and women that were too late to hide or had been hidden.

During that time, Tigbia was bleeding like a river.

There was no massacre, not because Sanur didn't want to, but because it was unnecessary.If there is a shortage of food in the future, the aborigines in the city will be the backup supplies, and the living people are fresher and easier to preserve.

Soldiers patrol the streets in Sanur.

Different from the high-spirited and wanton jokes of the past, the atmosphere of the patrol soldiers on this day seemed quite dull.

King Harmonge was intercepted and killed during the battle, was seriously injured, and died on the way back to the city by his cronies.

His death was too sudden for the Sanur tribe.

The succession system of the Sanur leader is very simple. If there are two or more princes, let them compete with each other, financial resources, prestige, soldiers, and their own strength.

This kind of competition was to be carried out before their father was alive, and the heir was determined in advance, and the defeated prince no longer had any privileges, and remained in the army as an ordinary soldier.

But King Harmonge died without warning, and the nine princes who are still alive have not yet decided the winner.

So who will inherit the father's position, and who will lead the kingdom to continue this battle?

These are unknowns.

Soldiers on patrol passed houses with locked gates, courtyards with bloodstained fences strewn with entrails, and empty Luna Temples.

Finally, return to the City Lord's Mansion and change shifts.

At this time, the nine princes who had a delicate atmosphere with each other lived in the City Lord's Mansion.

It is the nature of the Sanur people to occupy the best things. According to this logic, they should have stayed in the temple of Digbia with a big thorn. Anyway, the residents in it—including priests and scribes—had been taken over by the prince. One of them was dragged out and slaughtered as his credit.

But the Sanur people believe in all mystical powers.

They only believe in the animal-headed gods of their own group, transformed from the original animal totem, not only representing the beasts living in the highlands and wilderness, but also a symbol of spiritual characteristics.

The Sanur people also believe that the myths of other nations and countries have certain power. Although they will definitely be defeated by their gods in the end, what if they are not defeated now?

The Temple of Digbia is dedicated to the god of the moon. Sanur people dare to do evil here during the day, but they will deliberately avoid it at night, let alone live in it.

Excluding the Temple of Digbia, the City Lord's Mansion is the largest and most regulated building in the city.So the original king of Sanur took ten sons to occupy this place as the base camp in Solancia.

Now, the father is dead, and the youngest brother is also dead.

The nine princes sat in a circle around the round table, the atmosphere was stagnant, and people's hearts were floating.

There is no way to decide who should inherit the throne until the contest has taken place.

However, according to the tradition, only one person can hold all the power alone, and the defeated prince must hand over all his subordinates and excess property to others, and become an ordinary soldier himself.

When my father was around, everyone was oppressed, and they had to do it even if they were unwilling.

But at this moment, no one is pressing on the heads of the princes, who would be willing to hand over all the things accumulated in the past?Once there is a competition, the situation will only become more chaotic, and it is not impossible for the remaining eight to jointly deal with the winner and then fight each other.

Even so, a leader still needs to be elected, otherwise Sanur would not even have a unified commander when the Sutton army came over, which might not be as good as when the tribes were scattered.

According to the soldiers who brought back his father's body, Sutton's leader is Princess Soran...

Several princes have different shades of shadow for her, but they can reach a consensus on this issue:

Puzzling, resisting, fear of not wanting to admit it, and wishing to eat its flesh raw.

You said that you, a princess in name but the ruler in reality, didn't stay in the royal city to wait for news from the border, but why did you want to come out to fight?

He came right away, and he arrived without a sound. The news that the princess led the troops to support Sutton was sent along with his father's body. Who would not be mentally broken?

Oh yes, there is also the younger brother who has the youngest and least combat experience, who seems to have been killed by Eleuil himself.

Silence, silence is the royal family of Sanur tonight.

At last one of the princes spoke.

Hamong's ten sons are about the same age, as if they were gathered together, and the oldest one among them is not yet 30 years old.

"I know what everyone is thinking, but now is definitely not the time for infighting." The eldest prince said, "We followed our father to unify the tribes of wolves and eagles, and gathered cattle, sheep, and wild foxes under the banner. We are both brothers and comrades-in-arms. , Do you want to be suspicious of each other like this, let Princess Solan see a joke, and give her the victory easily?"

"Brother is right. Our warriors are ready to cross the land of Solancia. Compared with the other side, we have a great chance of winning. If we fight among ourselves, everything will be over—"

"Who knows? I don't want to care so much, I just want to fight."

"In short, we can't let Princess Solan take advantage of it, she killed my father!"

While the prince was arguing with each other, I don't know who was the first to say: "That sounds good, who will lead the group? Anyway, I won't give up easily."

There was a sudden silence around the round table, and then it was as if a pot had exploded. Every prince began to express his opinion on this issue. Obviously, no one wanted to give up, and they were more willing to compete.

However, if they lose the fight, are they really willing to hand in their power according to the rules?

The eldest prince patted the table, signaled his younger brothers to be quiet, and said, "I'll direct."

The arguments grew louder:

"Why—"

"It's better to compete first!"

The eldest prince was unmoved: "Listen to me first, the battle with Solancia is under my command, we must first twist together."

"After defeating the Solan people and killing the Solan princess, you will compete with each other. I will voluntarily withdraw from the competition and give my power to the winner unconditionally."

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

"I am very serious. I swear in the name of the wolf god Ulakan that I will never break my promise!"

The princes were shocked by the elder brother who voluntarily gave up his inheritance rights. They looked at each other for a moment, and they all felt that this method was not bad.

Who wants to kill each other now if there is another way?

Especially in the current situation, only by reaching an agreement can the situation be stabilized. If Eleuil took advantage of the chaos to break it, it would be better to give all the savings to the winner.

So the princes all agreed, at least superficially.

The dull atmosphere returned to normal, without the turbulent undercurrent, and they began to listen to the arrangement of the eldest prince.

Behind the inconspicuous side door, a thin figure withdrew his ear against the door.

She straightened up and stood there for a while in a daze.

"Hey, what are you doing standing there?"

The Sanur soldiers who guarded and inspected found her and yelled at her.

His companion curled his lips and said: "Don't make a fuss, maybe she came here to look for food, and I don't know what the people watching are doing, didn't they bring food to her?"

"Hurry up, come with me!"

The latter sentence was addressed to the thin figure.

She nodded silently, and left behind the soldier.

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The wind passed over the city of Tigpeia, and continued to beat on another city wall.

Across a hill, the city of Sutton is far away from occupied Digbia.

The Sanur camp on the hillside was completely evacuated, and the fabric of the broken camp tent was blowing in the wind. The defenders of Sutton City still had the leisure to search the hillside, trying to find the objects that had not been taken away, which were also considered as spoils of war.

Unfortunately, either the enemy took all the useful items back, or Sanur was really shabby and there were not many useful things in the first place.

In short, I was disappointed in the end.

Aleuil sat in front of the window, sealing the reply letter to be sent to the royal city.

She led the troops to the border, and Acht's daily affairs were handled by two trustworthy ministers, one was an old nobleman, the other was a pragmatist, the priests of the temple had the right to participate, and Mortis was in charge.

In a short period of time, there will be no problems in Wangcheng, but it will be relatively passive in case of emergencies.

It is an essential link to convey important matters to the princess.

The Golden Eagle sisters are well qualified for this job. They are more familiar with the captain of the bodyguard, Mortis, and they can send messages back and forth, which is much faster than the messengers who ride back and forth on horseback.

But this time, Rhodes beckoned the golden eagle over, and tied another sealed letter to her slender leg.

"This is for Ruiya." Luotas said, "Don't forget it, and don't let others see it."

The golden eagle rolled its eyes and shook the feathers on its wings, obviously confident in completing the task.

Eleuil looked at Rhodes, turned his head a little faster, and a few strands of black hair swayed slightly on the side of his face.

"For Rhea..."

"Do you need to see her?"

Rhodes used divine power to attach to the seal, and if someone who was not the little priest tried to open the envelope, he would find that he could not succeed no matter what.

After doing this, Luo Dasi said: "Yes, there are some things that require her participation."

Aleuil paused, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, making the end of his eyes narrower and longer.

Without directly asking what it was, the princess suppressed all kinds of thoughts that popped up in an instant: "Can I help?"

Rhodes looked at the circled map in front of Eleuil.

"In fact, you're already helping."

Eleuil: "?"

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and after three knocks, a report from the guard came from outside the door:

"Your Majesty, the cavalry team patrolling outside the city caught a woman. She said she had something to tell us, but she would only speak when she saw you."

The voice of the guard was hesitant: "Looking at her attire, she should be from Sanur."

The author has something to say:

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Eleuil:?