Chapter 307 Emergency Situation
In the eyes of the desert people, both orange and blue are very special. The former highlights the identity of the heir of the Red Prince, while the latter represents a prophecy.
Candice, the guardian of Aru Village, possesses both colors of eyes. This is one of the reasons why they have always been wary of her and stay away from the fat piece of meat of Aru Village.
This unexpected discovery made all the leaders put away their casual attitudes and re-examine the young man:
A stranger with dark skin that had an unnatural sheen, he did not appear in any of Akhmar's Beard's actions.
Is he a new member of "Ahmar's Beard" or does he have some special identity, so he is under Kusela's special protection?
The leader of "Ahmar's Eye" felt that the appearance of this person was not simple. He wanted to learn more about the situation, but the most urgent thing was to attend the meeting. The other leaders had a similar mentality. Their eyes lingered on Harold for a moment, then they walked past them and entered the open stone door.
Kusela pretended to argue with Harold and Tikriti for a while before limping towards the headquarters on crutches at the urging of the guards.
When his figure disappeared from their sight, the two guards in front of the door looked at each other, then raised their knives and walked towards Harold and Tikriti who were stranded there.
The taller man shouted, "Do you know where this is? Go back!"
The other one waved his knife casually to drive them away: "Stand away! You are not qualified to approach the sanctuary of the King of Sand!"
Tikriti skillfully untied a bag of Mora tied to his belt. Seeing this, the two guards immediately stopped their movements, but still looked serious.
"My two brothers, please be flexible, please be flexible." Tikriti smiled and stuffed the Mora bag into the pocket of one of the guards. "Thank you for your hard work on guard duty. This is a little bit of the petty thoughts of 'Ahmar's Beard'."
The guard's expression softened.
"It's not easy for your leader either, so let's just forget about it this time."
Another guard warned: "There won't be a next time!"
Tikriti nodded repeatedly and said "yes" seven times in a row, and Harold also lowered his eyebrows to show obedience.
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Inside the "God-King's Legacy" headquarters
All the leaders were already in place before Kusela finally arrived on crutches. Under the silent gaze of the superiors, the sound of the crutches hitting the ground seemed to be infinitely amplified.
But in this "palace", under the oppression of the serious atmosphere, no one made a mocking remark, and the other leaders did not even look at him.
Kusela walked among the leaders and stood still. The man on the stage gave him a sharp look and then raised his head slightly to scan the crowd:
"Everyone is here, let's begin."
As these words were spoken, a stone table was lifted in front of everyone. Then, golden sand poured down from the hourglass-shaped device above, quickly filling up the sand table.
...
An hour later, various models representing terrain and teams were placed on the originally flat sand table, with carefully drawn routes in between.
After reviewing the entire plan again, everyone was full of confidence in this operation. Several people could no longer suppress their restless blood, their eyes became extremely violent, revealing their desire to kill.
The feeling of the scimitar piercing their flesh lingered in their minds. They recalled the pleasure of slaughtering caravans in the past. Those rainforest people had no power to resist. They were born to enjoy the sweet rain and fertile soil, and even the smell of their blood was particularly sweet.
But the moment they left the paradise created for them by the false gods and set foot in the desert, they had become part of the desert. Those who were unable to understand the order of the desert and only passively took up arms were destined to be eliminated.
This is what we have been experiencing since we were born, let's experience it together! Welcome to the kingdom of the King of Sand!
The sore throat let out a silent cry; in the silent hall, the smell of sweat evaporated, making the already dry air even more scorching.
Then the sand table was removed and the stage was given to the priests in the headquarters - in a mercenary group where all members fanatically worship the Red King, sacrificial activities are an indispensable part.
The priest in a white robe and intricate gold ornaments held a piece of strangely shaped brass-colored natural ore to her chest under the devout gaze of the crowd. The angular ore was facing the colorful wide collar of Useh on her chest. Her lips moved and she was muttering something.
The mercenary leaders who had shown ferocious looks just now temporarily put aside their bloody thoughts, silently recited prayers in their hearts, expressed their wishes to the gods they believed in, and prayed for strength and victory in the war.
Just as everyone was praising the Red King with reverence and awe, a sudden retching sound entered everyone's mind.
The crowd was first horrified and surprised. The priest stopped praying and glanced down at the source of the sound.
Everyone looked over and saw Kusela with his back slightly hunched, his face ashen, his whole body occasionally trembling unnaturally, and the veins on the hand supporting the crutch were exposed, and it was obvious that he was in great pain.
Realizing what had happened, and thinking that this incident had disrupted the sacred sacrificial ceremony, the surprise in everyone's hearts was replaced by anger.
Although it was clear that headquarters would not forgive this mistake, which meant that their hated opponent would disappear from now on and the gamble had finally come to an end, this was not enough to calm the public anger.
The priest on the stage suppressed his anger, raised his right hand and pointed at the air a few times, signaling others to throw Kusela out.
Kusela didn't notice the priest's actions. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands. The next second, he made a dry heave accompanied by the sound of water.
The priest's face changed drastically, and he briefly ignored etiquette, hastily focusing his eyes on the ground beneath Kusela's feet.
The guards in the headquarters carried Kusela and rushed towards the gate. The priest looked back and forth at the ground where Kusela had stood, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that there were no stains left on it. He continued the unfinished ceremony as if nothing had happened.
The others also understood and threw away the memory, quickly adjusting back to their previous state.
The guards in front of the headquarters gate heard hurried footsteps of multiple people and a trace of confusion appeared on their faces. Just as they were about to turn around to confirm the situation, two book-shaped rock structures appeared out of thin air right above their heads.