Old Sword Master

And Kusuka’s appearance was extremely painful, she tore off her clothes and tore on her withered body.

This is a precursor to loss of control.

Wood slightly frowned, a sideways and a sword hacked to death a camel that had just been unloaded from its body and had no load on its body.

After the camel fell in the altar, the available divine force was increased.

But still not enough, Wood killed another camel with a lot of fresh water on his back.

After getting enough divine force, Wood did not continue to guide, but first took out his tranquilizer tea bag, and then he looked at Kusuka’s fragile mental state and remembered something.

He turned around and took out 2 bottles of the core rank tranquilizer in his luggage, one bottle for Kusuka to drink, and one bottle moved towards Kusuka’s head and poured it down.

After Kusuka drank the tranquilizer, she immediately stood up, and slammed on the camel’s body on the ground. Her strength was not strong, but after stepping on it, the camel’s body seemed to be suppressed by a force of 1000 Jun, and then suddenly The desert or the array is swallowed.

This foot stepped on, the brilliance of the array dissipated, and the brilliance of “Book of Thunder” also dimmed, and Abu hid the book in front of Wood.

The knowledge Wood wanted in it could no longer be opened.

Wood looked at Kusuka: “So you are not Level 3 mage.”

…

In the center of the city of Carthage, there is a temple that is not prosperous, but in a good location. No one can tell when it was established. Of course, the temple enshrined here is also the two gods of Carthage.

When Wood was promoting Kusuka, an unexpected visitor came here.

Tomorrow is the day when the consul Kaoka and his wife set off to Utica to participate in the Double God Festival. It is said that they should pack early and rest early to prepare for the journey.

But in the middle of the night, Mrs. Kaoka did not rest early. Instead, she came to this very ancient, perhaps the oldest temple of Baal-Harmon and Tannet in Carthage, alone.

Chapter 400 43 The Commemorative Edition of Kaoka

The wife of the Archon Kaoka came to the temple alone to pray. Of course, this did not violate any law, but it obviously gave people some bad associations.

Moreover, the sacrifices and staff in this temple are also on holiday today, which is quite rare. Although this temple is not as crowded as the new temple built later, because of its long history, there are still quite a lot of people. For visitors.

The priests of the temple are not well-respected. They don’t have a priest level, and they just rely on the position of the Bloodline.

But today, the temple priest didn’t know what was wrong, and he actually said that he had received the Oracle and that all members would have a day off.

Anyway, now only the old night watchman and a few wolfhounds are drowsy.

Mrs. Kaoka passed by, and they did not respond.

Perhaps to make sure that no one else sees herself, she didn’t lift the torch, but moved extremely quickly in the ancient passage.

The poorly maintained road and the swaying steps caused no delay at all. She walked to the lowest level of the temple and pushed open the seemingly decayed but very strong door…

There are no strong orc slaves, and no charming little warlocks. There is only one Divine Idol that is about the height of Baal-Harmon as the daoist.

Mrs. Kaoka walked slowly in front of it, then knelt on the long-lasting silk futon and prayed.

This Divine Idol has been mottled and corroded, but it can still be seen that it has several points of similarity to her husband Kaoka.

Mrs. Kaoka repeatedly prayed, worshipped and bowed her head. For a long time, maybe a few hours later, this Divine Idol gradually emitted faint rays of light.

Mrs. Kaoka got up and pushed Divine Idol away easily, then walked into a secret door.

The space behind Divine Idol is extremely huge, far beyond the scope of this temple.

After Mrs. Kaoka walked through the secret door, the situation changed drastically. Behind her was a Divine Idol that was over 50 meters high and impossible to push by anyone.

What is even more shocking is that this is not the dark night, nor the basement of the dim temple, but a natural world with rising sun.

The decadent smell of the ancient temple in Mrs. Kaoka’s nose was replaced by the fragrant and intoxicating scent as soon as she entered, and there was a piece of grass with green grass and fragrant streams before her.

There is a path in the grass that can only be used by one person. On the second side of the path, there are flowers in four colors: gold, purple, red and pink.

On the trail full of flowers of 4 colors, Mrs. Kaoka took a few steps, and the quiet road just now sounded a harmonious and natural sound.

There are the sounds of chickens and dogs, and the chirping of birds. The most frequent is the sound of children playing and playing, and the sounds of reprimanding, teaching, or sharing family happiness with adults.

From time to time, there are chickens and dogs crossing the path, and birds flying in the distant forest, catching the chan on the branch, but looking at it, not at all any child.

There are only a few sluggish expressions, obviously puppet-like parents talking and touching the void, as if the child is right in front of them.

This road has been walking for several hundred years, and Mrs. Kaoka will no longer be afraid of this weird sight, but a discipline she once wanted to promote went crazy when she walked here.

She never tried to bring in new people since.

Continuing to walk in the direction of the sun, Mrs. Kaoka finally came to a small wood house.

“Honey, I’m back.”

“Honey, you are back.”

After hearing the sound, a man walked out of the hut. He obviously had been waiting for a long time. He warmly embraced Mrs. Kaoka.