Power and Empire Chapter 1260: Sacred Temple of Cloud Steaming
Intensive drum beats. Climbing to the commanding heights like cháo water, the animal bone dagger in the hands of the Muyak girl returns neatly to the scabbard at the waist. The dance is charming and gorgeous, and people don’t want to look away at all.
I don’t know why "KaKa", the fat man heard it keenly, and felt that in the constant beating of drums, he could faintly hear some kind of faster and faster metal rubbing, and the fat man couldn’t help being secretly weird.
Finally, with a very clear metal cracking sound, it pulsed like a drum drum, and it stopped abruptly with the moving sound of dancing,
"It's the oracle of the prophet! I haven't heard it for many years!" The fat man heard a low voice from the Muya tribe next to him, and there were thousands of Muyak girls dressed up in colorful rings at the bottom of the altar. , But also neatly bowed to the red earth altar to salute,
Countless beautiful eyes floated neatly to the fat man in the center of the altar. The fat man suddenly realized that he was the target of the public, and he secretly screamed in his heart, and the confusion in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Under the focus of countless pairs of curious and beautiful eyes, the embarrassment and excitement of being watched by thousands of girls at will, even the fat guy who is so skinny and thicker than the city wall is so scared that he sighs back. ,
Holding this embarrassing posture for half a minute, the fat man looked innocently at Muyakudir who was pretending to be silly next to him. His silent gaze seemed to say "Patriarch Muyakdir, This sacrifice should be regarded as over!"
"Ahem, okay, everyone is tired after preparing for the night, everyone is gone!"
Muyakodir stood on the altar and coughed heavily. With a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand with a unique pattern to the tribe girls below. As the patriarch, make a gesture to end the ceremony,
Seeing this gesture, the neat girls below began to disperse. The fat man was finally relieved. It turned out that this was the real end, but soon, he felt that his thinking was too simple. Most of the girls are still wandering nearby. Some of the identities quickly put on a gorgeous Muyak color dress, and constantly, taking advantage of the opportunity of talking with their relatives on the altar, kept a pair of hot eyes towards the fat man. Glance over here,
"I didn't expect that I would have today. Isn't this regarded as being seen by the collective?" The fat man was sitting on pins and needles, but there was nowhere to avoid it, so he could only cry and sigh inwardly.
"Okay, everyone is gone!" Muyacordier also felt that this situation was really unreasonable, sinking his face to the girls in the color-clothed clan who were still walking back and forth below. Sternly angered
"Hehe!" Seeing that the patriarch's hair was ruthless, many Muyak girls smiled unwillingly and dispersed under the pull of their relatives.
Compared with the passionate dance they had just now, the beautiful and enthusiastic silhouettes. I am afraid that no man will not see the mouth drooling, but those who dare to use their brains will not be the majority.
Because the Muyak people have never intermarried with foreigners, women are their most precious possessions. Looking at these wonderful backs who flee back to their tents infinitely shyly, the fat man suddenly remembered the stubborn beauty Ai Xi who had been holding him for a night. , I couldn’t help but feel a fire in my heart, but at this moment, Muyakudil leaned his head over, adding fuel and jealousy beside him, and said in a low voice, "In fact, your Majesty doesn’t need to go to my heart. The women of our clan have become accustomed to being wild, and I never know the etiquette. Things, what they value most is the peerless heroes who have swept the world like your majesty. In fact, if your majesty is fancy, even if they become a personal maid, it is their blessing!"
"Cough cough, Patriarch Muyak, this...the sacrifice is complete, can we go to the holy place!" The fat man sighed with embarrassment and snorted, his mind was still wandering about Moyake. First name
"Of course!" Muyakudil nodded and smiled at the corner of his mouth. Under his leadership, the fat man walked up the **** on the east side of the red soil city. The sight in front of him finally made him know why Muyake Dill mentioned this before, it would be such a weird expression, just as Muyacordier was confused, the position of the red clay plateau is like the dividing line between the upper and lower black forest, and this dividing line is so clearly displayed in front of him. , It really makes the fat guys look dumbfounded
This is a ruin with a width of 100 meters. Fatty really doesn't know how to describe the "behemoth" in front of him. The crescent-shaped mountain formed by red clay surrounds the "ruins".
Above this ruin is a splendid and bizarre world, one hundred meters in vertical and horizontal direction, countless cylindrical red objects, pierced through the red and black squares and put together a platform, with different The height of the tower stretches over the ground on both sides of the north and south, one side is dry fine sand, the other side is moist black soil,
"This is the holy temple guarded by my clan for generations, the place where the prophet Ferran's bones are buried!" Muyakudil looked at the temple in the distance with twinkling eyes, out of the fat man's accident, with a serious voice on his face. Said
"In fact, the ancestor of our clan is one of the vassal tribes of Prophet Feilan. At the beginning, Prophet Feilan was expelled from the temple, and a large number of vassals chose to leave. Only our clan is the only one among all the believers, who swears to follow. The last man, until the death of the prophet, our clan still stayed here! In order to avoid the prophet’s holy spirit being disturbed by unrelated people, in the design of the temple, the gate of the temple was made of a monolithic stone weighing ten thousand kilograms.
Only on the red clay altar in the city, thousands of people dance the Muyak war dance, and the temple gate of the megalithic stone will be opened by the connected magic machine, so I said that the entire red clay city is actually this holy temple Part of "
"There is such a wonderful machine?" Thinking of the friction of metal twisting that he heard just now, a hint of surprise flashed across Fatty's face. He thought that this might be a temple in the sky that could be protected from destruction, but the only thing that didn't I thought that this place would be the place where the Salander’s most respected prophet Ferran was buried.
Such a huge design made the fat man secretly speechless. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "I just don’t know whether the machine with such a powerful power comes from the handwriting of the Muyak tribe’s ancestors, or the prophet Feilan’s preservation. One?
"Prophet Ferran designed it himself! If my clan had this ability, I wouldn't have fallen into such a situation!" Muyakudil showed some regret on his face, and said as he walked straight to the temple. 100-meter steps at the gate
The abrupt red earth and rocks formed a stone forest of various shapes between the two sides of the walkway. At first glance, it seemed to extend straight to the infinitely beautiful world, spreading across the entire surface like a pattern of human tendons. That kind of unique majesty can make people breathe.
On the highest step, there stands a temple that is more magnificent than the center of the red earth city. Its magnificent stone pillars and arcades give people an indescribable macroscopic view, which seems to be completely independent of the laws of time and space. Restricted, the temple body is shining with golden light in the rising sun, and the temple gate built on the huge mountain is 20 meters high. It is dark and mysterious. A huge stone gate can be vaguely seen.
The most weird place for the fat man is here. The huge Mamunuk knight carvings stand on both sides of the stone gate, and bursts of choking white smoke billowing from the temple gate, and it soon permeates. Around the holy temple, people who don’t know thought it was a fire inside this centuries-old holy temple
"Your Majesty, don't worry, it's just a sign that the gate of the holy temple is open!" Muyakudil explained with a smile, "It is like this every time the holy temple is opened. With the oracle of the holy land, there will always be something like this inside the holy temple. The smoke is actually a bit choking. It is not poisonous. As long as the holy temple is closed, everything will be isolated. The last time the holy gate was opened was ten years ago, and the time to open the holy gate was 3 hours each time. The stone gate that gradually loses control. It will slowly fall as the intensity decreases, and finally it is completely closed to the ground!"
The **** Muyacordir said nervously, "That is to say, if it doesn’t come out for 3 hours, the time to open the holy gate again must be pushed back ten years. There have been tests by our warriors, even if If you bring enough water and food, you will die in it, so under normal circumstances, it is forbidden to open it!"
"In such a dangerous place, why not let me go down instead of you!" Reposti asked the fat man.
"No, I must go and take a look in person!" The fat man twitched his nose, as if he could smell something in the ubiquitous mist, his face changed slightly, and the **** waved his hand firmly. ,
He looked at the gate of the holy temple in the distance, and he also began to glow with excitement.
What a joke~IndoMTL.com~ It’s hard to find the place where the legendary prophet Ferran was buried. It is impossible to give up like this, and how does Reposti know what is the most important thing in it? of!
For the cloud-like mist in front of me, the feeling of moisturizing and choking nose is obviously the huge water vapor emitted by the machine burning inside, drifting from inside because the temple door was opened. Out,
Related to the previous, there was a rush of weird metal turning at the foot, and the fat man was almost certain,
The so-called thousand-person war dance that opened the gates of the holy temple should be a man-made motivation for stimulating some kind of steam machinery.
Then the whole machine can pull up the huge boulders blocking the gate of the holy temple, natural heat sources, large amounts of water vapor, and intense mechanical friction.
The fat man felt as if he had touched something faintly, but he couldn't say clearly for a while
"If this is the case, please allow your majesty to allow me to go in with your majesty!" Reposti saw that Majesty Falcon was so determined, so he could only bow his head solemnly and said, "Otherwise, Reposti would risk disobeying your majesty's will. The crime will never allow your Majesty to step into this dangerous place!"