Chapter 501: Temple, Princess Warrior and His Highness

The mountain wind blew, and the temple of the god of death seemed to be alive, singing softly and telling ancient memories. The cold wind passed through the rows of skulls, making a "woo" sound like a flute. The hanging skulls swayed with the wind, and sometimes collided with each other, making a "bang" sound like a drum.

Xu Luote pursed his lips and observed carefully. He also heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, but it was the tooth bells hanging on the lower jaw of the skull, like the whispers of the dead. And all kinds of strange bone sounds came in an interlaced manner, forming a unique ensemble, and covering up the sounds in the temple.

"All the guards, half of them will guard His Highness, and the other half will surround the temple! Divide into two rows outside the temple, one row with shields, and the other row with bows. Surround from all sides, like a pack of wolves hunting, don't let anyone go!"

Bertard lowered his voice and gave a few instructions to several captains of the guards. The two hundred guards were then divided into two groups. One group held up their shields and guarded Xu Luote closely. The other group spread out in all directions, surrounding the small Temple of the God of Death.

In just a moment, two hundred elite Mexica warriors were ready and ready to attack at any time.

"Your Highness, please wait here patiently for a moment."

Bertard narrowed his eyes, grasped the bronze sword in one hand, and took out a large shield. Then, he glanced at Nashu, who was wearing leather armor, saluted to Shulot, and rushed to the mottled main gate of the temple with dozens of guards.

The movement of the crowd had already alarmed the crowd in the temple. As soon as the warrior leader stepped into the main gate, more than a dozen bone arrows attacked!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

"Bang!"

Bertard dodged instantly and raised his shield swiftly. Most of the arrows fell into the air and hit the dark bricks. Only one sharp feather arrow was nailed hard on the wooden shield, making a dull "huh" sound.

"Kill!"

Dozens of large shield guards rushed forward and quickly rushed into the temple. In the narrow temple, a dozen Tlaxcalan warriors immediately jumped out. These warriors wore snake-patterned battle clothes, waved obsidian war clubs in their hands, and rushed towards the Mexica guards who were coming to kill them! Many warriors also carried conspicuous bows on their backs, but they had no chance to use them.

Bertard held a large shield and a bronze sword, but did not participate in the battle. He was just patiently and keenly looking for the source of the sharp arrow just now.

"Swoosh!"

A bone arrow came with the roar of the god of death, and it shot instantly, with a very tricky angle. A large shield guard groaned and fell directly to the ground, with blood pouring out of his neck.

Bertard took a quick look and determined that it was a vital injury and there was no medicine to save him. Then, he took a sudden step, like a jaguar who found prey, and rushed to the main hall of the temple!

"Guard His Highness!"

Seeing the actions of the warrior leader, the Tlaxcalan warriors who were fighting fiercely exclaimed in unison. Then, they quickly retreated, gathered towards the center, and regardless of their injuries, they blocked the hall tightly.

"Hmm? Your Highness?"

Hearing this address, Bertard was slightly startled and lost in thought for a moment.

"Swoosh!"

Another accurate bone arrow shot towards the vital part of the neck! The warrior leader was still lost in thought, but his body had reacted in time. He dodged with a flash step and passed by the bone arrow of the god of death.

"Hmm? Good shooting skills!"

Bertard looked calm, but there was a flash of surprise and admiration in his eyes. Then, without hesitation, he shouted loudly.

"Raise your shields and charge into the hall!"

"Kill!"

Dozens of guards charged together, swinging sharp copper axes. They chopped up and down vigorously, cutting through the enemy's battle clothes, cutting through the thin cotton armor, and then splitting the fragile body!

"Puff! Sizzle!"

Soon, a large amount of blood flowers shot out from the bodies of the Tlaxcala warriors!

The guards had more numbers, more skilled combat skills, and superior weapons and equipment. It took them only half a minute to drive the enemy back to the door of the hall. And in less than half a minute, all the Tlaxcala warriors at the door of the hall were dead.

The front of the hall of the god of death was covered with bright red, and more than a dozen corpses were densely lying at the door. Then, the scene in the hall was clearly revealed.

"Huh? Women and children?"

Bertard frowned and paid attention to the situation in the hall. I saw a young female warrior in his early twenties, holding a longbow, aiming at dozens of guards outside the door. And behind the female warrior, the figure of a child was vaguely revealed.

"Cruel Mexica! You actually chased here!"

The young female warrior looked at the people outside the hall and knew that there was no way out. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she blocked the prince behind her tightly, shouting angrily.

"The glorious patriarch has committed suicide in the city, and all the adult descendants of God have died in battle, but you are unwilling to let go of his last bloodline! The noble descendants of God will be cut off today, and such a fate will one day befall you! In this temple of death, I will curse you with my life, evil Mexica people!"

".Hmm?"

Hearing this, Bertard was slightly stunned. Then, he looked serious and asked in a deep voice.

"Shooting Ji warrior, which family of descendants of God are you from? What is your name?"

"Pooh! Evil Mexica people, don't try to fool me again!"

The Ji warrior said "Pooh", and suddenly drew his bow and shot at Bertard.

"Hey!"

The warrior leader was well prepared, and with a quick shield, he accurately blocked the sharp arrow. Then, his expression turned cold, looked at the guards around him, and waved forward.

"Go!"

"Wait a minute!"

Under the cover of several large shields, Xiuluot slowly walked into the temple, followed closely by Nashu holding a bow. He moved his eyes, swept across the broken stone door, passed the dark brick floor, and looked at the red-tongued death wolf statue. Then, he looked carefully at the altar with a black skull in the center, and then looked at the two people against the wall of the temple.

"A good archer, Ji Wushi, if I guess correctly."

Xiuluot's eyes lingered on the snake pattern on Ji Wushi's battle clothes, and then asked affirmatively.

"Are you descendants of the water snake family?"

". The evil Mexica leader"

Ji Wushi tightened the longbow and aimed at the young man in front of her. Even though she had no chance of hitting the opponent under the cover of the shield, she had to fight to the death to make a gesture of resistance!

"Who are you?!"

". Yeah."

Xiuluot pondered for a while and said with a smile.

"I am the one sent by His Highness the God of Death to seek the prophecy of the God of Death's priest."

"What!"

The warrior Ji was stunned for a few breaths, and his face showed grief and anger.

"Aren't you the pursuers who are trying to capture His Highness?"

".Yes."

Xuluot smiled and spoke calmly.

"It was just a coincidence that I met you today. It was the arrangement of unpredictable fate or perhaps, the arrangement of the God of Death."

"Ah! Accident. God of Hunting! You abandoned us! I curse you!"

The warrior Ji trembled all over, looked up at the sky, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Aren't the white snake slaves here to capture us?"

A boy of seven or eight years old carefully poked his head out from behind the warrior Ji. He looked at the corpses on the ground in fear, and then looked at the Mexica people opposite, and asked in a low voice.

"Can we escape?"

".Your Highness"

The warrior Ji White Snake trembled in her heart. She was in a hurry and wanted to block the boy behind her, but the boy always popped his head out and looked outside. Finally, she simply threw down her longbow, hugged the boy in her arms, and covered his eyes.

"Your Highness, don't look at us. We are here and we won't go there."

Dozens of warriors holding large shields and bronze soldiers surrounded the small temple. However, without the order of your Highness, they just stood still, silently and solemnly staring at the two.

"."

Xiu Luote looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly a little softness surged in his rock-hard heart. He smiled and said calmly.

"We are here to find the priest of the God of Death and ask for prophecy. It is not my duty to arrest you. As long as you tell me where the priest of the God of Death is, I can let you go!"

"Haha. Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the White Snake Princess Warrior was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed miserably.

"Priest of the God of Death? Ask for prophecy? Haha, hahaha!"

The hoarse laughter echoed in the temple of the God of Death, accompanied by the ringing of the skull bell, and echoed in the cold sky. The sky was pure blue, and the top of the mountain was pure white. The ground beneath his feet was pure black mixed with pure red. Then, a shrill voice messed up all the colors, even with a hint of madness.

"Prophecy? There is no prophecy, only nonsense! The old priest made some random prophecies and dared to curse the Four Nations Alliance and threaten my highness. I have killed him!"