Chapter 383 Meteorite

"boom!"

With red eyes, Bertard turned the back of his sword and knocked Medina to the ground. Then, he stretched out his long sword and flicked the blue dagger away. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's neck, and shouted angrily.

"What kind of poison is this and where is the antidote?!"

"Ahem!"

Medina groaned twice in pain and spoke with difficulty.

"There is no antidote. There is no antidote for me."

Bertard quickly searched and found no bottles. Then, he thought of the clay pot that the girl had left when she checked in, and shouted urgently.

"Tels, bring me the clay pot! Personal guards, quickly summon the herbal priests in the army!"

Several personal guards immediately came out of the tent. The Mexican Legion will carry several priests who are proficient in herbal medicine. They do not serve ordinary warriors, but only treat important leaders at any time.

Teres picked up the clay pot, and Bertard quickly opened it, only to see that the hibiscus tea poured in yesterday remained unchanged. His eyes turned red again, and he grabbed Medina's neck fiercely, as if he would crush the girl to death at any time.

"Tell me! What kind of poison is this!"

Medina struggled in pain while trying to shake her head.

"There is no antidote."

Shulot leaned against the tent, as if feeling the passage of life. In this life, there were still too many things that he had not done, and he felt a little annoyed and helpless, which eventually turned into helpless self-mockery.

"After all, I am just an ordinary person. I have not been able to withstand the test of human nature."

Then, before death came, Shulot looked at the girl and smiled miserably.

"Medina, why?"

Bertard let go. The girl took a few hard breaths, pulled back her long messy hair, and said softly.

"Your Majesty, the patriarch said that the entire kingdom depends on you alone. As long as you are assassinated, the kingdom will lose its leader, the generals he contacted before will launch a rebellion, and the family's fiefdom will be preserved. Even Taras The Kingdom of Ke will have a chance to revive, and further progress is still unknown.”

Shulot remained silent. He nodded slightly, shook his head again, and asked again.

"Medina, I'm asking, why do you want to die?"

Medina froze in place. Her eyes were blurred and empty, looking at the handsome king, she smiled miserably.

"Why? Your Majesty, my life is just a tool and a plaything, accompanied by pain and fear. I am a beautiful quetzal bird in a cage. Even you only want to lock me in the temple. Here, it’s just for fun in your spare time!”

Hearing this, Shulot lowered his eyes. He looked directly into his heart, looked directly at his desires, and sighed softly.

"Medina, isn't it good to be alive?"

The girl shook her head and smiled softly, like a beautiful daisy, with the beauty of death.

"Your Majesty, it's not good to live! When I die, I will gain freedom and liberation, and I can bring many people with me, many people I want. I used to hate them so much, but I don't hate them anymore, but let's go together Bar!"

Shulot said nothing. He stared at the girl with empty eyes in silence for a while, listening to her soft whispers, until two herbal priests from Mexico hurriedly entered the tent.

"Bertard"

"Your Highness!"

"Don't be sad. After I die, I must bury my body in Teotihuacan, under the Pyramid of the Moon."

"Your Highness!"

"Don't worry, my majesty, you won't die. You are good to me, so how can I bear to let you die? What's more, if you die, who will help me send them away?"

Medina smiled charmingly, looked at the king with gentle eyes, and suddenly spoke.

When Shulot heard the words and looked around, he saw Medina stretched out her finger and put it to her lips. A strange red color came over her face again. The girl kissed her hand charmingly, giggled, and blew a kiss to the king, her light blue nails swaying seductively.

"My king, please remember Medina from now on!"

After saying that, Medina smiled coquettishly, put her slender hands on her neck, and grabbed it hard! The light blue nails dug deeply into the skin, and red blood flowed out instantly. The girl smiled brightly, raised her head, and looked at the dark sky through the ceiling of the tent.

".Ama, here I come!~"

After just a few breaths, Medina's pupils lost focus. She lay quietly on the ground, like a rose that bloomed and withered, so gorgeous and stunning, but also carrying a hurtful thorn.

Shulot stared at the dead girl blankly, countless emotions surged in his chest, but he couldn't even say a word.

Bertard had no time to pay attention. He stared closely at the two herbal priests. An old priest inspected the king's wounds and carefully cleaned them. Another young priest was examining the blue dagger, and then put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. After a while, the two priests looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

"How about it! What herbs are used to detoxify?!"

Bertard grabbed the old priest's arm and asked urgently.

"There is no antidote for this."

The old priest answered slowly. Shulot sighed silently, closed his eyes, and waited for the end of his life. The warrior chief's eyes darkened, and he suddenly crossed the bronze sword and placed it on the old priest's neck.

"Treat the king!"

"Respected, respected Holy Eagle Warrior Commander!"

The young priest looked panicked and quickly replied.

"This is ordinary indigo dye, not poisonous!"

There was a sudden silence in the big tent. Shulot opened his eyes instantly. The warrior commander took a few breaths in astonishment and lowered his bronze sword.

"Not poisonous?"

"Yes, yes. There is no antidote because there is no poison."

The old priest finally finished his words. The king gritted his teeth and looked at the dead girl again. The girl's lips had turned purple, like the decay of a rose after it withered.

"Go, check her nails!"

The priests hurried to the girl's side and carefully used a special bone plate to take some of the blue on her nails. Bertard personally bandaged the king's wound with gauze disinfected with yucca juice. After a while, the priests got a common result.

"Your Highness, this is a special frog poison, which is highly toxic. The frog source should come from the Mixtec or Zapotec rainforest in the south."

"That's right. The specific species needs to be checked."

"Is there an antidote?"

The king suddenly asked. He remembered that several times, Medina's nails scratched his skin, gently touching him, but did not really scratch him.

". Yes. But, but the toxicity is too strong, there is no time to use it."

The priests lowered their heads, not daring to look into the king's eyes.

Xiu Luote was deeply afraid. Tonight was the night he was closest to death. In a gentle intoxication, he kissed the rose of death. After a long time, he stood up and walked to the dead girl, his expression changing.

"Medina"

Xuluot sighed for a long time, and an inexplicable sadness appeared on his face. He looked at the quiet Medina, as if she was sleeping in front of him.

The king closed his eyes and recalled the girls he had seen in just two days: the innocent fawn, the charming cat, the beautiful lady, the helpless girl, the sharp assassin, and the rose that pursued freedom and chose death.

After a long time, Xuluot opened his eyes and looked at her sleeping.

"You win! From now on, I will never forget you. Sleep peacefully~"

"Your Highness."

Bertard knelt in front of the king in shame, his face full of self-blame.

"I failed to protect you! There were no women in the camp, and the guards did not check carefully before entering the tent."

"Huh! None of your business. This is my own fault. Besides, the real poison is not on the dagger, but on the nails. The guards are pure warriors and have no such experience."

Xuluot shook his head, lowered his eyes, and let out a long breath. Medina's movements were extremely agile. She should be a dancer trained since childhood and an assassin who is good at disguise. I don't know where she hid the small dagger.

He reflected on his mistakes. In the face of the test of desire, he failed to guard his heart. He lost his defense against the beautiful girl, and thus fell into danger step by step.

"Huh, I am already strong enough and glorious enough. My enemies can hardly defeat me head-on, and the assassins in the dark have become a shadow that must be faced! In this era, poison and daggers have buried many heroes."

Xuluot raised his head and looked at the dark sky at the moment when he passed by death.

There was no moonlight or stars in the sky, as if the king was destined to take the road. This road is destined to be full of enemies and corpses. And he must be as hard as stone and tremble with fear.

"Bertard."

"Your Highness."

"Bury Medina well, bury the pottery jar with her, and put a rose on it."

". Obey your will."

Bertard kowtowed heavily. After a long time, he asked hesitantly.

"Your Highness, you said before, the Moon Pyramid in the Holy City?"

Xiuluot looked at the warrior leader deeply, silent, and did not explain anything. Bertard did not ask again, as if he had already understood.

After a while, the king had no expression on his face and issued a royal order.

"Early tomorrow morning, the Royal Guards will go south and bring all the artillery! I will sacrifice Guram with my own hands!!"

"Obey your will! My supreme sun, may you never set!"

Bertard's face showed a long-lost enthusiasm, just like the first meeting between the monarch and his subjects.