Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 90 Zhuoke IV (2)

The Doctors couldn't control their south after the fall of Alomer, and the Mosteks couldn't be bothered to clean up the mess they left behind. "

A group of 16 of them rode into the deserted village, which is located on the east side of the city of Alomer.

The once bustling streets are now overgrown with weeds, and the crumbling wooden houses are covered in ivy and in disrepair, desolate and gloomy.

Zhuo Ke could hear the echoes of the past, the laughter of children playing on the dirt roads, the busy footsteps of villagers tending their crops and animals, and the commotion of the village square at fairs and festivals.

But now there was only ghostly silence under the horse's hooves.The stillness is almost unsettling, but also has a strange beauty.Aside from the creaking of their armor, the only movement came from the occasional midsummer breeze that blew through the leaves of the weeds.

Thatched huts are scattered here and there, their wooden walls still standing despite the passage of time.There was a hint of smoke in the air, and Zhuo Ke could imagine the firewood burning in these humble houses, and the smell of fresh thick soup and barbecue wafted in the air.

Droke rode forward, leading the others through the weedy streets until they reached the center of the village.

At the center of the village is a shrine, the rubble of its outer walls strewn across the grass, and the intricate carvings of the star gods faded and worn away with time.

"It's the Temple of Mela," Zhuo Ke said, looking at the wine glass in the hand of the dilapidated statue. "It seems that this village worships the star god of wisdom."

"This is a good place to spend the night," Egar said. "We can park the horses at the gate of the temple."

Zhuo Ke nodded, stepped on the stirrup and easily got off the horse, took off the scabbard from the saddle and put it on his waist, and handed the reins to Aiga.

He opened the abandoned wooden door of the temple, and the rotten musty smell filled the air.Leaves and debris littered the floor, and the only light came through holes in the roof.

A small altar stood at the far end of the temple, its surface covered with dust and cobwebs, and Zhuo Ke walked towards it, his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Zhuo Ke gently scratched the dust on the altar and brushed away the spider webs. The altar under the traces of time was made of the best marble, and its surface was smooth and cold as ice.

The stone slabs on the altar were intricately carved with images of the gods and words he could not understand.

But on top of that, there is also a dragon with outspread wings and grinning teeth.Its eyes were lifeless, yet surprisingly majestic.

Dragons are a symbol of power, which is why houses like the Apoliones and the Corvas have dragons as their sigils, but nothing more.

Droke had heard the tales of the ancient dragonworshipers, and the stories were told around the campfires.

In the ancient times of Iluyanka and Tuhoyet, there was a group of fanatical believers who worshiped fire and destruction. They regarded the ethereal dragon as the supreme beast, and performed their rituals in every corner of the world.

They believe that the power of the world is contained in the dragon's breath. They sacrifice animals and even humans to the dragon, and in return, the dragon will give them power and wealth.

But in the end, Igmer Apolion "The Great" conquered them, and he shattered their beliefs and burned them with the ancient temples they built.Zhuo Ke didn't know why the carving of the dragon appeared on the tablet of the star god.

"Your Highness." Edgar's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he cautiously told Zhuo Ke: "We are being followed."

"Who?" Zhuo Ke suppressed his voice and raised his vigilance.

"Riders without flags, at least 12."

Aiga led him to the gate of the temple, pointing his finger to the distance of the village.

I saw a dozen light riders wearing orange cloaks watching them outside the village.

"They didn't want people to know who their allegiance was," Egar said.

"Could they be the deserters entrenched in Alomer City you mentioned earlier?" Zhuo Ke asked.

"It's unlikely." Aiga shook his head and denied, "We came from the east, and Alomer is still in the west. These people are likely to be subordinates of a certain lord."

"A certain lord?" Zhuo Ke was surprised, "The lord of Vivaria, whether it is a duke or an earl, why do their people follow us?"

"Do you need to bring people up to confront them?" Ai Jia asked, "Say we're just passing by here."

"We are holding the Ssangyong flag of the Apollo family, and the other party already knows our identity." Zhuo Ke murmured, "But they are watching from a distance." He had an ominous premonition.

As Edgar said, Vivaria was indeed a strange land, and he couldn't even speak the damned Vivaria language.Maybe he should listen to his brother Monty and start learning the language.

After Wang Wanglin, everything is no longer so simple. It is difficult to distinguish who is the enemy and who is the friend.Queen Lozaria poisoned her dukes, the Dukes of the Doctor's family were killed, and the rest were imprisoned, only a few escaped.

Captured Mundy's Mostek family, as well as the Jagoron and Perk families.The queen has turned against her vassal dukes, and chaos will befall the kingdom of Vivaria.

Queen Lozaria deceived her father too. She is really a vicious monster. Fortunately, Zhuo Ke thought that the beautiful queen was as pure and kind as her appearance.

"At night, guard the temple in two shifts to prevent us from being attacked at night." Zhuo Ke ordered the "Dusky Star" pinned to his waist, "We will leave before sunrise."

Ai Jia nodded, and went out to divide the work among the guards.

Chuck patted the dust off his buckskin vest, stepped out of the temple and joined them.

Although Ai Jia tried every means to persuade him to rest earlier, Zhuo Ke and some guards completed the first round of guarding.

He took a sheepskin cloak given to him by the guards, and wearily opened the dilapidated wooden door illuminated by the torch, and lay down on the stone slab beside the altar, falling asleep in the musty air.

That night, he had a strange and vague dream. He was standing in an endless hall, surrounded by a mist that he could not wipe off. The dim moonlight and strong sunlight echoed each other, and then the entire sky was covered by black clouds, and the wind and rain were blowing , the shadow rushed out from all around, as if to swallow him.

Then came the fire, fierce and bright and fierce, devouring all shadow and storm in its path.

Like a living entity, it swept the entire hall with a ravenous and hungry light.The flames licked the sky, and he burned Zhuo Ke's skin, and the smell of burning made it difficult for him to breathe.

The raging flames danced through the chaos, awakening Draco's deepest fears, a force he could never control or tame.

Danger is coming.

A charming voice floated in his mind, but when he endured the smoke and looked around, all he saw was the crazy flames.

Suddenly, his whole world shook and trembled, the hall began to collapse, and the flames burned more and more.

(End of this chapter)