. "…In our country, every tribe has its own totem, for example, the guardian of our royal family is the sacred Black Hawk, and there are also people worshipping mountain gods, river gods, sea gods, etc. However, while all the Incas believe in their own gods, they are also believers of the sun god Yingti. We Incas all think that they are descendants of the sun god, just as the Mayans and the Aztecs worship the feathered snake god Kukulkan."

In the conference room of Xiangrui, Princess Azhisha, who came to participate in the combat planning meeting, talked freely and explained the Inca gods and religious beliefs to the senior officers of the Giant Bear Legion. "... The Temple of Time is the holy land of the sun god Yingti, and a great temple left by the gods in the ancient times. Every Inca person regards it as the most respectable and most loved existence from the bottom of his heart..."

Her voice was very beautiful and her words were full of emotion, but most of the officers from Naserel did not agree with this, thinking that this was just an exaggerated propaganda method.

The formation of the Inca civilization was only less than a thousand years ago. Compared with the Naserier Empire, which claimed to have a glorious history of 5,000 years, it is really a difference between young children and elderly people. What they mentioned in the ancient times, in the eyes of the Naserier people, may only be considered medieval or even modern!

Only the female vampire professor Rebeca held her chin and pondered after listening to this introduction, as if she had thought of something.

"Shenzhen of Time...the sun god..." she murmured to herself, her slender and pale fingers unconsciously drew circles on the tablecloth, "It always reminds people of some unpleasant memories!"

"Unpleasant memories? Have you been to that temple of time before?" Hearing the complaint, Feili, who was sitting beside him, leaned into her ear and asked in a low voice.

"No, I have never set foot on this continent before this. Whether it is as the great arcane Karthas or as the ordinary woman, Rebecca..." The female professor shook his head and denied, "But the name of the Temple of Time always reminds me of another sun god involuntarily. It was a nightmare..."

Feili was confused when she heard this, but the fat lich Owo on the other side understood what the female professor meant.

"You mean the old virgin warden who couldn't catch a man?" He still didn't accumulate eloquence as usual. He spitted out saliva heartlessly, "It's been two thousand years, why are you still holding a hatred for her!"

Rebecca gave him a displeasure.

"If I lived for two thousand years as Karthas, and my memories were erased by time, I might not have the heart to care about it. But..." She patted her head, "Now I am equivalent to a lot of memories that did not belong to me in my mind. Things that were two thousand years ago were as clear as if they were born yesterday. How could I forget it?"

"There are different things and the world changes. It's useless to hold grudges even if you hold grudges." Owo muttered, "And, the old virgin warden who was dissatisfied with desires seemed to be worse than you later. Whoever holds grudges may be!"

"Don't say it as if I'm very vicious, I don't believe it. You will not be jealous of her at all? Thinking about the time, she had imposed a permanent curse of impotence on you!"

Listening to these two old immortals, I was talking and talking riddles, Feili's little brain became more and more confused, "Two seniors, who are you talking about the old virgin warden? The other sun god? Is it Pelo or Ransendel? The gender seems to be wrong."

In the pan-human divine system on the continent of Feren, the one who takes charge of the Sun was the God of Light. This is a white-bearded old man who could not keep up with the times. In the battle of smears several centuries ago, he was promoted by overwhelming rumors and slander and became a knotted Alzheimer's disease. Therefore, the believers scattered and are currently in a very frustration.

Lansendall is the god of dawn. The famous angry young man in the god world. Although he is old, he is still very strong in doing things, super principled and brainless. This guy was once powerful in the Middle Ages, and acted as justice all day to kill demons, but later he gradually became unable to do so. It is nothing wrong to use brainwashing to strengthen the control of believers. But if he washes himself and reduces his IQ to the same level as the crazy faith, he is seeking death--the current magic goddess, the god of knowledge, the god of elves and other good-working big guys, almost many of them are all very well-written than anyone else in doing things, but he is more despicable and shameless in professional liars.

When they met such a group of sluts who believed that "the most humble god is invincible", the poor angry young man Lan Sendel was naturally tortured to death and almost died several times. Now they are just breathing more than the dead.

In addition to these two more famous sun gods, there is also a twilight god in the pan-human god system, and the Muhan Reed god also has his own sun god Horus. However, they all seem to be male gods...

Hearing Feiri's question, Rebeca and Owo couldn't help but look at each other strangely.

"That's a very distant story..."

Rebecca's statement just started, but was interrupted by a very loud shout.

"What? There are only more than 60,000 troops in your country, and there are only 5,000 troops on the battlefield of the Temple of Time! Then what kind of war is there? It's better to escape as soon as possible!"

Feili shrank all over and looked up. He saw that the most powerful general under his command, the infantry commander, and the red-robed mage, Fedon, pointed at the sign on the map and started a loud argument with Princess Azhisha, "With such a small force and such bad equipment, how can he fight against nearly 100,000 elves with troops

"Our power is not as weak as you think." Princess Azisha, as a royal family, certainly did not want to hear others belittle her motherland: "The scale of more than 60,000 people is just the army directly under the Wang family. Our country pursues the tribal lord system, with a total of more than 500 tribes in the country, all of which have their own territory and private soldiers. Each tribe can mobilize land forces, ranging from three to four hundred people to five to six thousand. All of them are pieced together, and they are an army of millions of troops!"

"Because the harsh environment and frequent wars, our people have long been accustomed to fighting. Taking up weapons and training for a little, they are excellent soldiers. The reason why the country keeps the army at a relatively low level is because there is no surplus grain to support the soldiers, rather than the warriors that cannot be recruited... It is the opposite of you, the Naserel people who only know how to desert military service all day long!"

Fatton and all the officers were skeptical about Princess Azhisha's words. However, referring to the experience of the guerrillas in the Northern State, everyone admitted that the civilians who had seen blood were indeed very powerful. Especially when these civilians fought to defend their homes and relatives, they often burst out with incredible combat power.

"Sorry, I don't mean to insult your country." Fetton smiled, "I just feel that since the troops are so disparate, there is no need to fill our army in again---the Giant Bear Legion has only 4,000 soldiers, and General Komante currently has less than 2,000 strong men who can fight. Not to mention how to go to the battlefield. Even after reaching the Temple of Time, he can't stand the elves that are ten times more than him.

He paused for a moment, looked around. Sure enough, all the officers of Naserel nodded repeatedly, with a very demeanor of bullying the weak and fearing the strong as cowards. Outside the Arctic Port, the 80,000 army they commanded was once beaten by less than 8,000 elves, but now they have to use 6,000 elves to deal with nearly 100,000 elves... Miscellaneous cards must have a snippet awareness. With their own strength, if they fight a battle with so many elves, they may be able to be revoked in an hour!

Feeling the motivation from his colleagues through his eyes. Mr. Ferton sprayed the water even more vigorously.

"... So, I suggest that the entire army stay at Xipan Port for the time being, watch the changes, and at the same time try to contact His Majesty Tkumse to discuss the matter of sending troops to attack... We are by no means weak and cowardly fighting, but rather to judge the situation and plan the war rationally!"

As soon as the Hongpao Master finished speaking, there were a lot of praise in the venue-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Seeing that all the generals had the intention of avoiding war, Princess Azisha's face was as ugly as it was. General Komante was so anxious that his neck turned red, and he whispered a string of earthy words in his mouth. But no Naserier could understand, and Feili used up all his clever words...

So, after the convention of voting, the Giant Bear Legion rejected General Komante's proposal to send troops to rescue with an absolute advantage. Seeing this situation, Princess Azhisha could only sigh deeply. "Oh, it seems that you have made up your mind to refuse to save him... Forget it, it is not your duty to defend this country anyway. If you want to blame, you can only blame us Incas for not being able to do our best..."

But the next sentence she said made everyone jump up.

"But there is something I have to explain to you in advance. The remaining thirty-eight Neser scrolls are all in the Temple of Time. If you don't mind these treasures falling into the hands of the elves, then I don't care!"

This hit hit the point of the Naserel people. Although the officers all looked like dirt and had weak legs, they still gritted their teeth and overturned the resolution just now----The Giant Bear Legion is here for Naser's scroll. If the treasure falls into the opponent, let alone the punishment of the military court, even after death, the soul will most likely be tortured by the magic goddess...

Instead of waiting for a punishment that is more terrible than death, it is better to take the initiative to seek war, so that there may be a possibility of seeking life in death. Therefore, under the intimidation of the wrath of the gods, the action of sending troops to rescue the Temple of Time was quickly finalized.

However, the problem that needs to be solved is still not over...

"It will take two days just to unload combat equipment from the ship. It will take at least three days for the entire army to walk to the Temple of Time. By then, it will be too late for everything."

Feiri had no choice but to spread her hands to Princess Azhisha, "The quality of the roads on your side is too poor. It's fine to cross the mountain paths, and it's impossible to pass through the luggage vehicles. If the mage uses the shrinkage technique to transport goods, there will be no extra magical positions to prepare for attacking magic. If you encounter magic attacks in the middle, the situation will be unimaginable..."

The half-slave officers also nodded, but couldn't think of any good idea - they couldn't even bring food, ammunition and artillery, so they just rushed to the battlefield with light load! That's not rescue, but to die!

The conference room was silent for a moment. When the fat lich Owo saw that everyone was like clay puppets, his eyes turned and he suddenly opened his mouth.
Chapter completed!