Chapter 1227 To Do or Not to Do, Yanshan and Shaokang (Additional Update From Leader Az123zx123

The tall shoulder carriage was carried by twenty men and guarded by four hundred strong tribal warriors. Those abstract, simple, smoking and towering volcano patterns symbolize the divinity of the large volcano and are the unquestionable highest authority of the Colima tribes.

At this moment, on this divine shoulder cart, an old man and a young boy were sitting side by side, announcing a clear inheritance to all the Colima tribe. But the tiger-headed boy's eyes widened and he crawled to the edge of the carriage without showing any fear. He looked curiously at the crowd of guarding warriors, at the bronze spears in their hands and the iron axes on their waists, and shouted in a sweet voice.

"Abba...who?"

"Um?…"

The old Chief Colima was slightly startled, followed the boy's gaze, and then laughed.

"My grandsons, they are your warriors, the axes and spears in your hands! They are loyal to me and follow you! They will fight for you and kill for you! They are your real strength, haha! ... "

Young Yanshan stared at the marching warriors for a long time with round eyes. He wanted to reach out and grab the golden spearhead, but his arms were obviously too short and he couldn't reach it. After trying it twice, he turned back to look at his grandfather and asked in an angry voice.

"Abba...who?"

"Huh? Who to kill?..."

Chief Colima was stunned again, and then smiled even more cheerfully, with wrinkles on his face flying.

"No matter who it is! My grandson, anyone who blocks your way or threatens you should be killed without mercy as soon as possible! ... Even if it is my other grandson, your brother with your grandfather, even if it is mine Son, it's your uncle...as long as they stand in your way! ...Haha!"

Yanshan still stared at his laughing grandfather. He frowned, used all his strength, and roared again with great vigor.

"Abba...who?!..."

"Huh? Who else?"

Chief Colima thought for a while, and his expression became serious, like an old lion who finally became serious. He held his grandson's little hand tightly, looked into those round and innocent eyes, and responded in a low voice.

"Witness the volcano! There are indeed others!... Even if they are your real brothers! As long as they stand in your way!..."

"Aba..."

Seeing the change in his grandfather's expression, Yanshan blinked in confusion. After a moment, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and grabbed his grandfather's silver hair.

"want!"

"Um?"

Chief Colima felt a pain in his head, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that there were already a few silver hairs in Yanshan's hands. If anyone else had done this, even his other children and grandchildren, he would have been furious and would have dragged the other person down and beaten him to death. But now facing this grandson, this child with true divine blood, extraordinarily brave and fearless... Chief Colima laughed again and held his grandson's hands in his!

"Wow, you are worthy of being my grandson! Yanshan, you are a boy as strong as a volcano! This majestic volcano and these majestic warriors will all be yours after my death!...Ahaha!"

Being held by his grandfather, the young Yanshan shook his arms in dissatisfaction, his eyes widened again, and he shouted like a little tiger.

"want!!"

"Okay! God bless you! Witness the volcano! I'll give it all to you!!"

Chief Colima raised his old face, laughed wildly, and made promises heartily. At this moment, he looked at the small Yanshan Mountain as if he were seeing the huge Colima Volcano, and saw the truly majestic future of the Colima tribes!

"My grandson! Grandpa, I will soak in more hot springs, absorb more of the divinity of volcanoes, and try to live for a few more years!... When you grow up, I will not only hand over the tribes of Colima to you, but also spend these years I will hand over the trained legion to you, and I will also hand over all the gray ore, iron ore and thunder powder in the hands of each department to you! ...I will also support you and inherit everything that should belong to you! There is a great chief supporting you on the plains."

"Yanshan! You will definitely become the towering Colima volcano, overlooking the entire land in the lake and the wider world!...Ahahahahaha!..."

"want!!…"

Amid the heroic laughter of Chief Colima and the persistent shouts of Yanshan, the tall carriage gradually moved away, heading towards the Colima volcano in the northern sky. The four-thousand-meter-high active volcano is emitting green smoke and surging with terrifying divine power. All the Colima tribesmen along the way knelt devoutly on the roadside and kowtowed to the chariot passing by in the distance.

This is exactly what happened after thirty years of stable rule, a divine leader who almost never made mistakes in judgment and has gradually become a myth. His unquestionable tribal prestige, and the divine power that suppresses the hearts of Colima! …

Volcanoes are turbulent silences. If the Colima volcano is a symbol of turbulence, then the Tansitaro volcano in Gyeonggi County, six hundred miles to the east, is a model of silence. This 3,400-meter-high volcano has been silent for 200,000 years, and it seems that it will continue to be silent. The gold, jade, sulfur, and obsidian mines at the foot of the volcano are symbols of the glorious past.

All the way east from the foot of the volcano, only sixty or seventy miles away, is the busy Black Rock City mining area. Like smoke from a volcano rising day and night, swallowing the power of bronze and coal.

And twenty miles further east, in the mountains, beside a quiet small lake, there is an even quieter temple. The paintings and carvings of the Goddess of Spring dance gracefully on the four walls of the temple, showing their alluring charm. But the isolated courtyard and the closely guarded warriors indicate something special, something different from any other goddess temple...

At this moment, at the door of this quiet and peaceful temple, a woman wearing a black robe and a veil was standing, and there was a silent child in white. This child is only over four years old, but he has a quietness that is rare among other children of the same age. He pursed his lips tightly and looked at the two people standing more than ten steps away, clearly separated from each other. He held the woman's hand tightly and was reluctant to walk out of the temple door.

"Mom, who are they?..."

"Shaokang, they are teachers sent by your father to pick you up to study."

"Ama, do I have to leave here? Can you, can you let the teachers stay and teach me in the temple?..."

Naxiu, who was wearing a black robe, was silent for a moment, gently pulled out her hand, and shook her head slowly but firmly. She was wearing a veil, and the young Shaokang could not see her. He could not see the expression of reluctance on her mother's face, nor could she see her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

"Shaokang, go! Follow the teachers, and you must study hard. Listen to the teachers carefully, treat them as elders like Grandma Itoya, and you must respect them!..."

Outside the temple door, Jia Wenwen, who was wearing a priest's robe, bowed his head respectfully and saluted the prince in front of him. On the other side, Owutora in samurai attire also bowed his head slightly and performed samurai etiquette. Neither of them spoke, just waiting patiently, waiting for the prince in front of them, and also waiting for their nominal student.

"Ama, I don't want to leave!...I...I only have you, Ama, and you only have me!...I don't want to leave you, I have never left you..."

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Naxiu stood there, silent and did not speak. The tears slowly flowed under the veil, and silently fell on her black robe. As she watched, more obvious tears spread on her chest, growing more and more like silent heartbreak.

"Ama! You're crying! I don't want to leave... I want to stay with you and stay in the temple!..."

".Go! Shaokang is obedient, those are the teachers sent by your father... Only by following them can you learn real knowledge..."

"I don't want it! I want to stay with you, grandma!..."

"No...I have to go!..."

"No! Don't! Mom, I haven't had a father since I was a child! I only have you! I don't want to leave..."

"Snapped!!…"

A crisp slap hit Xiao Shaokang hard on the face. The slap was so powerful that he almost lost his balance. He raised his head blankly and stared at the mother who loved him the most, with tears of grievance flowing like a stream.

"Grandma?..."

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Naxiu covered her face and was even more unsteady than Xiao Shaokang. She reluctantly saluted the two teachers, then turned around and staggered towards the temple. She ran into the dark temple, and the heavy wooden door slammed shut, leaving only Shaokang crying at the door and two silent teachers.

"Ama? You don't want me anymore?"

"Grandma! Grandma!..."

"Mom, open the door, open the door!..."

"Please...Ama..."

The young Shaokang knelt at the door of the temple, crying helplessly, like a broken reed. He knelt and cried for a long time, shouted for a long time, and finally his voice became hoarse. But the heavy wooden door was tightly closed and motionless, just like the mother's cold and heartless heart.

"Grandma..."

For a long time, until the sun set in the west, Jia Wenwen, who was standing behind, finally couldn't help it and let out a long sigh. He took a step forward and gently stretched out his hand to take Shaokang's arm. His expression was very respectful and calm, just like his teacher, the chief minister of the kingdom, the sage Jatiri.

"Hey! Prince, the door won't open... let's go!"

On the other side, Owutora in samurai attire also sighed softly. But he remained silent, still guarding one side solemnly, just like his uncle, the commander of the Gyeonggi Army and the glorious nobleman Orosh.

"Mom...I'm leaving..."

The young Shaokang knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the closed wooden door. Then, without anyone helping him, he climbed up with difficulty, even though he was covered in mud. Then, he stumbled out of the door, walked out of the temple that he had never left, and went to a road ahead that he didn't know the future and had never thought about. Behind him were two teachers who were following closely. The priest and civil servant of Prepecha, and the warrior battalion commander of the Gyeonggi Corps...

"Woo...Woo!..."

In the dark temple, Naxiu fell weakly on the cold stone slab, her back tightly pressed against the wooden door. She cried repressedly and uncontrollably, like a faucet that had been turned on a little, or a pottery water jar with a corner cracked. The dripping tears gradually and completely wetted her black robe, outlining the thrilling curves and making her whole body cold.

At this moment, it seemed like endless darkness enveloped her heart. She lost her spiritual son, and from then on she was left alone in the lonely temple. And this was all her own choice. It was a precious opportunity she finally got after struggling hard...

"Hey! They have left..."

A long sigh came from the depths of the temple. The elder priest Itoya held a torch and lit the sacred fire in front of the goddess statue. The flickering firelight gradually rose, illuminating the smiling face of the goddess and Na Xiu, who had taken off her veil and had tears on her face.

"Hey, Naxiu...you are too cruel! Shaokang is still so young, but you insist on letting me contact the sage Jatiri and send him out into the hands of others..."

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The firelight gradually came closer, bringing a faint warmth. Na Xiu sniffed and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. She tried her best to squeeze out a smile, and said to the priest Itoya while crying and laughing.

"Respected Priest Itoya... Your Highness, he is marching south in Yunzhong, beside the God King... Your Highness, he has sent back another son, who is in the Colima Mountains... The current situation, I... woo woo..."

At this point, both of them fell silent. Naxiu couldn't help but shed tears when she thought of that man. After a while, she wiped her face again and tried to smile.

"Priest Yitoya, we all remember your kindness, and Shaokang also remembers it! He is dearest to you..."

“…”

"Witness the Lord God! He doesn't understand now and will only blame me. But when he grows up and understands, he will be doubly grateful to you! After all, without your delivery, he would not have been born alive..."

"Why!…"

After a moment of silence, Priest Itoya sighed again. She sighed and stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on Naxiu's face, her voice was low and sad.

"Naxiu, you don't need to worry about my... priestess being infertile. This child is the only boy in the temple... In the past few years, I have placed too much trust in me and put it on everything. I have regarded Shaokang as myself. The same as his child! ... I will always stand next to him and watch him in Gyeonggi. It’s just a pain for you... You still have to stay here, in this cold temple..."

"The officiant...it doesn't matter, I'm used to it...May the Lord bless you and Shaokang too!"

A smile appeared on Na Xiu's face, she stood up with difficulty and bowed to Priest Itoya. There was some light in her eyes, maybe it was the light from the torch, or maybe it was the light in her imagination. She just smiled with wet tears and spoke hoarsely, as if she was explaining to Priest Itoya, but also to herself.

"God bless you! Shaokang must go out... He can't stay in the goddess's temple. There is nothing to teach him here, and he can't see anyone... He can never grow up by my side in the goddess's temple. !…”

"My background can't help him at all, and is even a drag on him... He must be recognized by the sages of Prepecha and the warriors of Gyeonggi! ... He can only be recognized by the priests of Prepecha in Gyeonggi since he was a child. , Only when you grow up under the guidance of Gyeonggi warriors can you be regarded as the prince of Prepecha and gain the support of these people..."

"Lord God! This is all for his future, and it is also his only way forward... He is still too young, he can't see all this clearly. Only I can be ruthless... Only I can be ruthless... That man, he doesn't care The...wuwu!..."

Speaking of this, Naxiu burst into tears again and burst into tears. Priest Itoya extinguished the torch, stretched out his old arms, and held Naxiu tightly in his arms. In the dim temple, the old priest of the goddess chanted in a low voice with strong and vicissitudes of life, praying devoutly, praying for the blessing of the Lord God.

"May the Lord God bless him! Bless the young Shaokang... bless him like the young eagle in Prepecha, who bravely jumped off the cliff and took off... May the Lord God bless him, and finally fly in the mountain forest that belongs to him, and soar high in the entire high lake. Sky!…"

Ah, I’ve been updating for a month, and I’ve almost finished what I owe. I’ve added an additional chapter to update what I owed to the leader! There is no other author who can keep up with updates for more than four months. Wow, thank you all for your support, I can finally take a break~~Orz