Power and Empire Chapter 1260: Sacred Temple of Cloud Steaming
Dense drum beats. Climbing to the commanding heights like the tide, the animal bone dagger in the hands of the Muyak girl has a head, neatly returning to the scabbard at the waist, and the dance is charming and gorgeous, making people want to look away
"KaKa" I don’t know why, the fat man heard it keenly, and felt that in the constant beating of drums, he could faintly hear some kind of metal rubbing faster and faster, and the fat man couldn’t help being secretly weird.
Finally, with a very clear metal cracking sound, the pulsating drum sound, and also with the moving sound of dancing, it stopped abruptly,
"It's a prophet oracle! I haven't heard it for many years!" The fat man heard a low voice from the Muya tribe next to him, and thousands of Muyak girls dressed in colorful ornaments under the altar, Also neatly bowed to the direction of the red clay altar.
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 crowd, and he secretly cried out inwardly, and the confusion in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace,
Under the focus of countless pairs of beautiful eyes full of curiosity, the embarrassment and irritation of being watched by thousands of girls at will, even the fat guy who is so skinny than the city wall is so scared that he breathed a sigh of relief. Hold back,
Maintaining this embarrassing posture for half a minute, the fat man looked innocently at Muyakudil, who was pretending to be silly next to him, and 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!"
Muyakudil stood on the altar, coughed heavily, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised a hand with a unique pattern to the women of the tribe below, as a 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. Among them Most of the girls were still wandering nearby, and some of them were ill-fitted, and quickly put on a gorgeous Muyak colored dress. They kept on using the opportunity of talking with their relatives on the altar, and kept their hot eyes on Look at Fatty’s location,
"I didn't expect that I would have today, is this considered as being raped by the collective?" The fat man was on pins and needles, but there was nowhere to avoid it, so he could only cry and sigh inwardly,
"Okay, everyone is gone!" Muya Cordier also felt that this situation is really outrageous, sinking his face and sternly angered the girls in the color-clothed clan who were still walking down.
"Hee hee!" Seeing the patriarch's hair is ruthless, many Muyak girls are unwilling to smile and disperse because of the pull of their relatives.
Compared with the passionate dance they had just now, those charming and enthusiastic figures, I am afraid that no man will not be salivating, but those who dare to use their brains will not. Accounted for the majority,
Because the Muyak people never intermarried with foreigners, women are their most precious possessions. Looking at these wonderful backs who are infinitely shyly escaping back to their respective tents, 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 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!"
"Ahem, Patriarch Muyak, this... The sacrifice is complete, can we go to the Holy Land!" The fat man snorted with an embarrassed face. The name Moyake was still lingering in his mind.
"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 man dumbfounded
This is a ruin with a width of 100 meters. The fat man really doesn't know how to describe the "monsterous giant*" that he sees in front of him. The crescent-shaped mountain formed by red clay surrounds the "ruins".
Above this ruin, it is completely a strange and colorful world, one hundred meters in vertical and horizontal direction, countless cylindrical red objects, pierced through the red and black squares to form a platform, with different heights Towering over the ground on the north and south sides, one side is dry fine sand, and 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. It was fat man's accident with a serious voice on his face. Said
"Actually, the ancestor of our clan is one of the vassal tribes of Prophet Feilan. At the beginning, the prophet Feilan was expelled from the temple, and a large number of vassals chose to leave. Only my clan is the only one among all the believers, and the only one 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, the temple gate of the tens of thousands of jins of boulders 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 metal twisting and rubbing sound he heard just now, Fatty's face flashed with surprise. He thought that this might be a temple in the sky that could not be destroyed, 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 stunned secretly. He couldn’t help but ask curiously, "I just don’t know whether the machine with such a powerful power came from the hands of the Muyak ancestors, or the prophet Feilan left behind. One?
"The Prophet Ferran himself designed it! If my clan had this ability, I wouldn't be in such a situation!" Muyacordier said with 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 form a stone forest of various shapes between the two sides of the walkway. At first glance, it seems to extend straight to an infinitely beautiful world, spreading across the entire surface like a pattern of human tendons. This unique majestic and majestic, 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 billow from the temple gate, and it soon diffuses. 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's 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!"
Muyakudil 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. The warriors of my race have tried it before, even if it’s If you bring enough water and food, you will die inside, 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 have to take a look in person!" The fat man twitched his nose~IndoMTL.com~ It seemed that he could smell something from the mist everywhere, his face changed slightly, and his expression firmly waved at him. One hand,
He looked at the gate of the holy temple in the distance, and started to move brightly,
What a joke, it was 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 which things are the most important!
For the cloud-like mist in front of me, the feeling of moist and choking nose is obviously the huge water vapor emitted by the machine burning inside, because the temple door opened. Drifting out from inside,
In connection with the previous, there was a rapid and weird metal turning sound at the foot, and the fat man was almost certain,
The so-called war dance of a thousand people to open the door of the holy temple should be driven by humans to induce some kind of steam machinery.
Then the whole machine can pull up the huge boulders blocking the gate of the holy temple, the natural heat source, a large amount of water vapor, and the violent mechanical friction,
Fatty felt as if he had faintly touched something, but he couldn’t tell for a while
"If this is the case, please 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!" (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. )