How To Wear a Goddess Statue - Chapter 166

    For now, Urakan is still the head of the Sanur pantheon.

    When he showed the power of the head of the gods, the shocking effect was quite obvious. The **** of Kasnee was silent, but he could see a trace of influence from his performance.

    Except Pearl Luther.

    She looked completely still, looking at the wolf god, as if she was looking at a wild dog with a tantrum.

    “What do you mean?” Pearl Luther whispered.

      The king of Sanur is dead, and only one of his sons is alive, how long do we have to wait?”

    Wolf God certainly has reasons for being irritable.

      The loss of Solan’s troops will not benefit Sanur.

    Partition Solancia?

    Even if Kasnee wins and becomes the new owner of the land in place of the Solan royal family, this victory has nothing to do with Sanur.

    Make a wedding dress!

    Facing the furious wolf god, Pearl Luther showed complete indifference.

    “This is not what Chisne expected. Our human beings have already made plans for Sanur. If your human beings are good, they will go deep into Soranchia by now. .”

    Subtext: The opportunity is in front of you, who made you miss it.

    Wolf God…Wolf God really can’t refute.

      All became a bubble.

    But—

    At this point, Pearl Luther still does not allow Sanur to break through the enchantment. The original words are:

    “It’s useless no matter how anxious you are. Entering Solan’s territory will only meet God Solan for the first time. Do you still expect to help humans in the past?”

    It is also not recommended to return to Sanur’s territory and take care of the remaining people, because “if divine power can decide the victory or defeat of man, the army of Chisneh should have been defeated in Banana, Even if you go back, you will just watch the human beings busy themselves, so it is better to wait for the opportunity here.”

    Opportunity, what Pearl Luther talked about the most was opportunity, but I didn’t see this opportunity appearing.

    Wolf God no longer speaks, his expression is uncertain.

    As Eleuil guessed, the wolf **** also became suspicious of Pearl Luther at this time, but did not reveal it.

    He stood on the spot, the wolf’s eyes slowly blinked, and swept to the kin behind him.

    The vulture **** is chatting with the beast **** Kasne, and it seems that they have become friends during this time; the bison **** is eager to look at the enchantment, and he just wants to collide with the divine force field; the fox head **** seems to be Knowing what he was thinking, he avoided his eyes first, and didn’t look for me if he had something to do.

    Only the Sheep God carefully stayed where she was. She was clearly a god, but she was very restrained. The coiled horns did not seem to have any impact force. Look up.

    Urakan squinted.

    “Xie Lipu, go back to the grassland and stare.”

    This sentence was wrapped by divine power, and no other gods could hear it except the sheep **** Xie Lipu.

    On the contrary, Pearl Luther smiled and looked over without saying a word, but his dark blue eyes seemed to be able to see everything.

    Wolf God is not afraid of being noticed that he communicates with the sheep, anyway, it is impossible to hear what they are saying: “Go back now, anyway, you are not good at fighting, you are not needed here.”

    Xie Lipu nodded silently and disappeared in place.

    At the same time, Taz is also ready to break out.

    He has been stationed in Bananna for many years. Of course, he has deep feelings for this city, but the generals and soldiers who follow him are more important than the fixed city.

    The day Horst fled, if it weren’t for these people, and the last bit of persistence as a side branch of the Solan royal family, he might have followed.

    And now, the city can’t be kept, at least people must be kept.

      ambush.

    Taz thought about it all night, and finally decided to avoid the deliberately left gap and break out from the west.

    When Taz led his army towards the encirclement and noticed something strange on the road ahead, it was too late.

    The nailed horses hooves stepped on the leaves and sand used as camouflage, and the horse fell into the pit in a panic.

    Taz also slid off the horse, and on the ground at the bottom of the pit, there were sharp wooden sticks in random arrangement.

    Romul pulled his uncle onto the war horse and said anxiously, “It’s a trap!”

    Only by rushing over the flesh and blood, can others have a chance to survive.

    Taz made a decision without being silent for two seconds.

    This breakthrough is a success in terms of results.

    Bananna defenders lost half of their losses, but those who managed to escape were elites, the actual commanders and nominal symbols of the city—that is, both Taz and Romul were alive.

    The Kasines followed closely behind, and the cavalry at the end of the team stayed behind, and when the Kassene army dealt with these brave soldiers, the large force had already fled.

    The leader of the Kasneh army was a young man.

    He is not tall, his appearance is unremarkable, the corners of his eyes are drooping, his eyes are very gentle, and his gray hair is neatly combed back to the back of his head. If he didn’t appear here, it would be difficult for people to associate him with the battlefield.

    But if the messenger sent to Sanur is still alive, he will immediately kneel in front of this man’s horse and call him His Highness.

    As the only heir of King Chisne, the seemingly weak and good-tempered Kaimon was the real initiator of this war.

    “Stop chasing, let them escape.” Camon said, turning his horse’s head, “Now Banana is ours.”

     Soldiers cheered as they stepped through the pit filled with Solan’s bodies, and after clearing the small number of troops that did not follow the evacuation, they took Bananna.

    It was a **** day, but not the most tragic battle.

    Although Taz’s breakthrough has retained its vitality, on the contrary, Banana City and the people in the city who did not have time to escape, whether the descendants of nobles or civilian slaves, have become captives in the hands of the Kasniers .

    Using this heavy city as a springboard, the Chisne army divided into two groups and opened a battle line along the coast. Some city lords fled, while some city lords stayed in the city and voluntarily surrendered in exchange for life and status.

    For the latter, Camon was very tolerant, allowing them to retain their original noble status, but they could not continue to stay in the original city, and when other stubborn city lords were unwilling to surrender, they put these people Let it go and be a lobbyist.

    Among them, one of the lords is very tough.

    In the end, the city owner and his personal soldiers fought together until the last moment. The defenders began to rout, and the city officials surrendered after struggling for a long time.

    For these officials, Camon did not uphold the usual tolerance.

    He not only killed the officials who surrendered, but also slaughtered the inhabitants who had no resistance in the city, and finally set the city on fire.

    In the light of the fire, this small city was destroyed.

    It’s like a silent warning.

    After this incident, the coastal defense line collapsed even faster, and finally collapsed after half a month of the Banana defenders breaking through.

    Kaemon looked up and observed the relief of the temple.

    As if feeling very artistic, he walked around and walked into this small temple belonging to the goddess of the river from the main entrance.

    In Solanchia’s concept, clear water is fresh water, and salt water is sea water. Luodus is regarded as the embodiment of all clear water in the world. It is reasonable to say that the ocean is not within her power.

    However, the mechanism for the formation of the will of civilization is not exactly like the legend. Luotas is also the main **** of water.

    In the coastal areas, many cities have built the goddess temples of the Ilu River. In places with abundant water sources, there will always be a little more people who believe in Luodus.

    Kaemon walked into the temple, and the door of the worship room was locked. He knew that the dozen or so priests who were hiding inside did not dare to come out.

    But he didn’t come here to trouble these Sorans.

    Camon saw the man he was looking for at the edge of a pool, an aged woman, wearing a specially decorated robe, which only priests could wear in Casne apparel.

    “Auntie.” Camon greeted.

    The woman didn’t look up: “Did you bring everything?”

    “Why the ceremony at the Temple of Soran?”

    Kaemon asked.

    “This is the will of the goddess, and I will only obey.” The woman murmured, “Thousands of years have passed, Solancia and Kasnee have forgotten, only we have always remembered.”

    “What we owe us on this land will be recovered, starting today!”

    Kaemon did not speak, just watched the ceremony curiously.

    Woman—the priestess of the mind goddess of Kasneh had everything ready to begin the ritual.

     She drank the concoction and danced around the offering in a prayerful dance.

    “We have taken the coast, and according to your will, we enshrine it here.”

    “Eternal Pearl Luther, I beseech you to send down the oracle…”

     Repeated over and over again, and finally, the look on the woman’s face changed instantly.

    She stopped dancing and looked at Camon.

    “You’re doing a great job.” The tone is as soft and smooth as the smile, a touch of the same.

    Kaemon bowed his head: “Don’t dare.”

    The woman turned her head, her eyes fell on the closed worship room, and she stared deeply.

     Come back here too.”

    Kaemon shrugged, the sacrificial ceremony was completed, and it was useless for him to stay here, so he turned his head and left.

    As soon as I walked to the door, a messenger came to report.

     “His Royal Highness, the team on the east road caught a Solan man outside the city on the route and said he was the real king of Solanchia.”

    The messenger paused, and made no secret of his irony: “It’s that Horst.”