Legend of Ishi

The Warrior's Ritual, the festival of the young warrior Pilwa, the celebration of being the guardian of the royal family, is one of several major festivals of the year in Hattusha.

The sun illuminates the flat square in front of the Nishandibe Palace. More than a hundred half-naked warriors, holding unedged axes, swords, and spears, danced around a golden chariot in the open space to simulate a battle. dance.

If you lift an ax, your chest muscles will bulge; if you hold a sword, your arms will bulge; Under the reflection, the women shook their waists and screamed, while the men cheered loudly the name of "Pirwa".

As the drumbeat gradually became more and more urgent, the sacrificial dance entered the climax.

Hundreds of people on the field shouted slogans, kept jumping and spinning, and their muscles kept rising and falling. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the soldiers to appear in today's ceremony.

Inanna accompanied the prince, who was today's default warrior.

I saw him sitting on the high platform where the royal family sat without changing his expression, slowly sipping the fine wine in the silver-ringed ox head cup with two ears, occasionally picking a piece of dried fig from the fresh and fragrant fruit plate in front of him and putting it into his mouth. Inanna looked at the different seasonal fruits grown by skillful farmers, apples, apricots, grapes, pears, and could only swallow silently.

But soon, she completely forgot about her hungry stomach.

When the crowd was so excited that it almost overflowed between the two canyons where Hattushas was located, Prince Izmi stretched out his hands from the high platform to signal for everyone in the audience to be quiet.

He stood up and walked down the steps slowly. As he walked, he took off the purple Tyrian robe embroidered with the royal family's symbol of the sun ship and the Holy Cross tree, revealing the gold-studded armor inside.Under the reflection of the newborn sun, it is dazzling, just like the sun god in the world.

Casey stepped forward and handed a silver-plated iron shield to the prince's left hand. A relief lion, which Pitai people are best at portraying, is stretching its teeth and claws on the surface of this defensive object.

Izmi took another spear inlaid with an iron tip. The tip made of black iron was coated with a thick layer of bright olive oil, and kept sharp and sharp, as if waiting to pierce the opponent's throat at any time.The young fighter is fully clothed, standing firmly in the center of the field with his feet slightly apart.As the saints in the audience sang songs of praise for heroes, the ceremony finally entered the climax.

The young priests of the Pirwa Temple dragged out a strong bull. The bull's limbs were bound and it was still struggling.After a priest carrying out the order cut the rope with his sword, he quickly left the field while the bull struggled to stand up.

The irritated bull stretched out the thick rope with its hooves, snorted and breathed heavily, and burst out angry flames in the clear air.

Humans have not herded livestock for too long, and these cattle have not yet lost their wildness after being captured from the primeval jungle, which is by no means comparable to the bullfighting entertainment programs we see now.This bull is huge in size, its hair is long enough to cover its belly, and its two horns are like long branches. It is a pair of natural weapons.The bull's eyes stared like copper bells full of murderous intent, wishing to pierce Izmi through the next moment, and show off his power on the horns.

It pawed its front hooves on the spot and took a few breaths, because it had been restless in the cage, and its eyes were already red.The field was surrounded by fences, it roared twice, and suddenly rushed towards the only target, Izmi.

At the time of hand-to-hand combat, Inanna, who had never seen an ancient duel with real swords and spears, stood up straight.

Just before the bull's horn was about to pierce Izmi's chest, the prince turned around very lightly, and used the shield in his left hand to block it, allowing the bison to rush into the air with all its strength.

Although it would be more enjoyable to play a few more flower guns on this occasion where thousands of people gather, Izmi is not a temple priest. What he wants to show is the aura representing the royal family. Needs to be fast, decisive, fierce and one-hit.

The moment the bison passed by Izumi, Izumi swung his arm and slammed the shield on the bison's head.The dull impact echoed "clang bang" in the open space, shaking everyone's eardrums.

The cow was suddenly hit hard by the muffled head. The sound made it muffled for a while, and its front hooves would slip when it tilted its head.Izmi didn't miss the slightest chance and was still pressing the bull's head firmly with the shield. Inanna's eyes were good, and she clearly saw the veins on Izmi's neck swell, and she exerted all her strength to subdue the bison.The bison stared at its hooves, and its strength should not be underestimated, and Izmi's arm strength as a warrior was also staggering.

After only a moment of confrontation, Izmi raised the spear in his right hand and stabbed it fiercely towards the bull's eye.The hard spear made of apple wood pierced through the eye socket of the cow, and the bright red blood splashed out, obliterating the original color of the wood.

The bull shook twice, but did not fall. Izmi yelled loudly, leaning on his left arm for support, and stabbing down with his spear tightly in his right hand, piercing the entire bull's head with a bang.Blood and brains sprayed all over the floor, and the audience was surprisingly quiet, even the crisp cracking of the bull's skull seemed to be heard. The bull's head covered under the shield dripped saliva and blood from its mouth, emitting a pungent smell. bloody smell.

The moment the huge body of the bull fell to the ground, thunderous cheers erupted from the audience.If it weren't for the high platform surrounding the fence, the girls who were fascinated by the majestic appearance of the first warrior in Bitaido would have rushed up with their flesh exposed, regardless of their crooked dresses.

Casey ran forward and handed a saber to the prince. After cutting off the bull's head and worshiping it in the temple, today's ceremony will be successfully concluded.

Such a son is so honorable. King Bitaido forgot that he scolded Izmi as a little bastard who didn't know what to do the night before. All flaws are forgotten.

He stroked his beard and stood up, laughing loudly, the queen also showed a gratified smile beside him, and the courtiers who were sitting around and were hesitating how to make trouble couldn't find a chance to speak for a while.

In addition to being able to unanimously speak out on major national affairs, the existence of the "Pencus" Parliament is to restrict the king's rights, or to make the king unhappy. Impossible to sleep at night.

Thinking about it this way, he became even more motivated. He just wanted to protect such an excellent child as his only heir.It doesn't matter if you lose a battle, Izmi will be able to bring back the head of Memphis tomorrow.

The more King Bitaido thought about it, the more complacent he became, and he began to loosen his belt. Seeing that the queen thought that his old problem of loving women had fallen again, unexpectedly, he took off the black iron scimitar that never left his body, and pointed it at the audience. Izmi said: "Izmi, my son, the incarnation of the young warrior Pierva, the number one warrior in Bitaido, naturally deserves this good knife."

As he said that, he threw the knife into Inanna's arms, and ordered, "You, give the knife to the prince."

The knife came with a heavy force, so black that it shone without any decoration, and it hit Inanna's knees where she was kneeling.

Inanna didn't dare to let the knife fall on the ground, and didn't care about the pain, so she quickly reached out to catch it.The knife and the scabbard were made of black iron, and it weighed dozens of kilograms, and Inanna's nails were bruised on the spot.She gritted her teeth and endured it, saluted King Bitedo, and walked down the steps holding the knife.

Under the envy of all the women in the audience, this young foreign girl held the heavy and huge black iron waist knife to her chest with trembling hands, stepped down the steps step by step, and walked towards the protagonist of the ceremony.

The road from the high platform where the royal family sits to the middle of the field is paved with colorful fur felt blankets, the sun is embroidered with gold thread, the moon is embroidered with silver thread, and the most famous mountains of Bitedo are embroidered with colored thread. with colorful flowers.The girl who was ordered by the king straightened her back and walked on it, stepping firmly with each step, as if she was tired by the weight of the precious weapon in her hand; dewy flowers.

At this passionate moment, Casey also forgot about the superiority and inferiority, and secretly said to the prince next to him: "I had prepared three swords, but if the bronze sword is used to cut the head of a bull, it will be blunt after a while. The king will help you in this way." , that would be the best, please let me touch that knife, Prince."

The knife is the symbol of King Bitedo, and it is usually hidden in the most important armory. It is not easy to see, and it is a magic weapon that represents the highest secret of Bitedo Palace.

The prince let go of the spear he was gripping tightly, and kicked the dead cow to the side, ignoring Cayce's words.

However, Casey has been with the prince for these years, and he knows that the prince may not be happy when he smiles, and he may not be angry when he is cold. What's more, the king suddenly gave such a big reward, so he became bolder when the prince was in a good mood: " Your Royal Highness, the bull and the girl, isn’t this the same as in the legend? If you play it out together…”

"Shut up!" Izmi was impatient, why should someone else remind him that a prince can also become an Oscar winner at this great moment of publicizing the country's prestige.

He didn't mention the miraculousness of this female slave to many people, but Izmi also admired Inanna's neither humble nor overbearing in her demeanor and movements.So King Bitaido is not a fool. At this moment when the cheers are shaking so much that the ground is shaking three times, if another woman holds the sword, I am afraid that I will fall to the ground.

Izmi approved in his heart, raised his hand and pulled out the knife from Inannato's raised arm with a clang. The knife was completely black, completely different from the gorgeous bronze knife inlaid with various precious stones that he usually saw Different, there was a dark bend of light on the blade that seemed to be about to quench blood, which almost made people's calves tremble.

Izmi also tried to test Inanna's courage, and didn't tell her to avoid it. He raised the knife and plunged it into the cow's neck, leaving only the handle exposed.A stream of warm and fishy red slurry poured out like a fountain, splashing all over the armor of the prince's lower body.

After a while, a small pool of blood formed on the ground, which slowly soaked Inanna's cloth shoes. She was not afraid, but just moved her feet uncomfortably. Bad feeling.