The next day, Murphy woke up at dawn.

There were slight footsteps of soldiers outside. As Murphy's General Guard, the soldiers had woken up as early as the East had just revealed whiteness. They began to look for dry wood and prepare to make fire to cook. The soldiers of the General Guard not only needed good combat skills, absolute loyalty, and the courage to use their bodies to block the sword for the general, but also needed to understand many life skills. Because during the march, they also took the responsibility of taking care of the general.

In return, they have a certain amount of land where they and their loved ones can live near the Governor's Mansion.

The general guard is like a personal guard, but it is more like a family general from the ancient East.

Murphy didn't sleep well last night, and his eyes were a little sour when he got up.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

He was used to sleeping in a large bed covered with soft goosebread quilts, and Murphy was very uneasy on the floor with only one blanket. In addition, he was always half awake and alert. As long as there was a slight movement outside, he might wake up immediately.

Nothing happened last night, and the soldiers who were watching were very responsible.

Murphy was sleeping with clothes. After getting up, he walked out of the tent gently, took a bowl to the stream and washed it briefly.

The soldiers were making fires and making meals. When they saw Murphy woke up, they were about to salute, but they were stopped by Murphy.

When she returned to the tent, the hair queen was still sleeping, and the person who lost too much blood was very sleepy. She slept very heavily, and her face was washed away by the luster. She had a smile on her beautiful face, and her bright red lips were slightly pouting, which made her look a bit cute.

The sleeping person is the most real.

As if she heard the noise outside, she subconsciously turned over and changed to a more comfortable sleeping position. However, because it touched the wound on her chest, the pain made her frown involuntarily, and then she slowly opened her eyes with a slight breath.

"Does it hurt?" Murphy leaned down and helped her up, raised his hand to wipe away the sweat from her forehead that was overflowing from the pain.

The hawk queen shook her head and sat up slowly with her hands on her feet.

Slowly closing his eyes, the harp queen clasped her hands together and knelt on the ground in a standard prayer position.

Murphy took a step back and looked at the other person carefully.

Murphy has also seen this posture in the high priest. It seems that every morning, she will lead the new priests to kneel in front of the statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, to pray. This prayer lasts for two hours, starting from around six in the morning until eight in the morning. At this time, the priests will open the door of the temple and allow believers to enter to pray in the morning.

The harp queen's lips opened and closed, at first there was no sound, followed by a low syllable.

It was a very special syllable, and almost all the notes were made into one piece, which sounded more like some obscure tune.

It must be mentioned here that in ancient sacrificial activities, many sacrificial lyrics of gods were sung.

Witch sacrifice and witch dance.

What we mean is that the sacrificial activities are carried out in a similar form to singing and dancing.

Murphy also saw the high priest preside over the sacrificial ritual, but the high priest's voice seemed gentle and peaceful, making people feel soothing, relaxed, and inexplicably quiet in their hearts. It was her unique breath, a feeling that could make people feel at ease.

The syllables spit out from the Queen of Hawks' mouth became increasingly loud and rapid, as if they were carrying some strange magic. Even Murphy felt his heart beating faster, and an inexplicable excitement and power rushing with the blood!

Flowing all over the body!

What's going on?

Murphy felt very excited in her heart, her heart beat very fast, as if there was a kind of fanaticism brewing in her heart!

He wanted to roar and find an opponent to vent his battle**!

fortunately.

This situation has not lasted long.

About two minutes later, the Hawk Queen stopped the prayer ceremony and she opened her eyes, a golden glow flashed through her ruby-like eyes.

That is the real light!

Murphy was sure that he had read it correctly.

"Follow me." Evanna, the queen of the Hawk, pressed her hands on Murphy's chest and said seriously in a low tone: "El--Do-Nia!"

Involuntarily, Murphy followed her to say these syllables.

As if carrying some special magic, after saying these syllables, the blood rushing in Murphy's body gradually subsided, his heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the excitement and fanaticism caused by the mysterious power gradually subsided.

Murphy let out a long sigh, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Is this the power of the priest?

The brief prayer ceremony seemed to give the Eagle Queen some special power. A rosy look appeared on her face and her eyes were bright, as if she had regained her vitality in one go!

She gently swayed her pure white wings, slowly came to Murphy, and whispered: "Human. I'm leaving. Thank you for saving me!"

"Your injury?" Murphy asked, looking at the wound on her chest.

"I have used the divine power of the Sky Wings to clear away the remaining elemental power in my body. This trauma on ** is nothing to me." A complex and inexplicable look appeared on the charming face of the eagle queen Evanna. Her ruby-like eyes stared at Murphy, as if she was hesitating, with a trace of struggle. Finally, she sighed, took off the quaint ring inlaid with rubies from her fingers, held Murphy's slender hand, and gently put it on his ring finger.

"Human, what's your name?" The Queen of Hawk sighed, as if she had given up some precious treasure.

"Murphy." Murphy did not refuse. He allowed the beautiful Winged Man to put the quaint ruby ​​ring on his left ring finger. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he put the ring on, he seemed to feel a heat flow from the ring to his body. "Murphy Sparta."

"Murphy..." The Hawk Queen murmured, then her pure white wings closed, her hands gently wrapped around Murphy's waist, leaned over to his forehead and kissed her.

The gentle jade-like lips touched Murphy's forehead, making him feel a little dazed.

After only one night of contact, Murphy felt a little reluctant to leave when he knew the other party was leaving.

The hawk queen let go of her arms, and she turned around and walked out of the tent without looking back.

When she reached the door, she paused.

"Human. My name is Evanna, and I am the queen of the Kadia Eagle clan. Remember my name! Human!" After saying this in a low tone, the Eagle queen squirted a pair of pure white wings and flew towards the other side of the Karazan Mountains.

Murphy was stunned when he heard this!

etc!

Didn’t you say you are a hulk sacrifice?
Chapter completed!