. "Finally I've been able to hold on... This time is really not easy!"

Seeing that the terrifying air killers had lost their consciousness and were trapped in the murderous killing each other and could not extricate themselves, High Priest Manuel finally comforted her, and a smile appeared on her old face, which was full of ravines. Although, this smile was so miserable--the old man knew very well that he would die soon!

At this moment, although Manuel was still leaning on the Savras Scepter barely standing, he was actually in a state of dying. The Dragon Crazy Lock, which was passed down from ancient times in the Temple of Time, actually lacked the most critical core components from the beginning. The only artifact that can replace the core is the scepter given by the Sun God in his hand... Let's put it this way, it is good to use the Savras Scepter as a catalyst to drive various magic arrays. But if it is completely used to cast a large-scale spell, it will consume the life used sharply!

Obviously, a 70-year-old man in his twilight years will not have much health value to squander.

I'm about to reach the end of my life, right? Manuel thought silently, feeling as if he had heard the sound of life disappearing rapidly, as if it was a river about to dry up in the desert, about to be evaporated by the hot sunlight... Manuel gasped and leaned the weight of his entire body on the Savras Scepter. His once strong body had been evacuated for the last bit of strength, like a flour bag, swaying left and right in the wave of magic energy.

In a trance, he saw the terrifying dragon and the proud knight falling from the air like a turkey; he saw the last guards in the temple gushing out of the bunker, and cheering like thunder; he also saw the enemy's new formation at the foot of the mountain--the fierce competition around this holy land is far from over at this time.

However, all this has nothing to do with him, and it has nothing to do with an old man who is about to leave the world...

He closed his eyes tiredly, and at this last moment of his life, he tried hard to drive his thoughts to float away, to the passing past, to his hometown that had long been unrecognizable... The beautiful city hidden in the tropical rain forest, with countless magnificent temples and luxurious palaces.

Although Manuel spent most of his life in the Temple of Time, and always served the sun god Yingti with the most pious attitude. However, he was not a native Inca on this plateau. He was born in the city of Tikal in the middle of the Mazca continent and was an absolute Maya. Although, after spending more than 60 years in a foreign land, Manuel was almost forgotten about his hometown and could not speak the language of his hometown fluently. Even his hometown became blurred in his memory.

The Mayans living in the southern and southern part of the Mazka continent were the earliest nations to create civilization on this vast land. More than three thousand years ago, a series of glorious Mayan city-states were quietly born in the lush tropical rainforest. They proudly shine on the barbarians in all directions with the light of wisdom.

However, in recent centuries, the situation of this nation has been getting worse and worse. First, the Aztecs in the north suddenly rose up and defeated a mess of Mayan city-states so that they could not find the north. Then they even took away the favor of the feathered snake god Kukulkan, established a huge empire on the Mayan land, and demoted the conquered Mayans to slaves.

Next, explorers from the Feren continent came to the eastern coast, and major forces in the "civilized world" immediately launched fierce battles on this land, and the Mayans living here were also affected by the fish. They were tortured by frequent plagues, massacres and sneak attacks.

In the end, the Elf Kingdom defeated other competitors, inserted the green leaf flags all over the east coast of the Mazka continent, and gradually advanced to the inland. After years of hard fighting, the Aztec empire was defeated and even the Feathered Snake God fell. The remaining Mayan city-states all paid allegiance to their new masters. The Elf Kingdom at that time was not very good. Given that the Mazka continent has a vast territory and complex ethnic composition, it was quite difficult to govern, and the number of elves immigrants was really insufficient. Therefore, the policy of "dividing and governing" was adopted.

Specifically, the colonies of the Mazka continent controlled by the Elf Kingdom were divided into two parts, among which the coastal areas with more immigrants and high degree of "civilization" were directly occupied by the kingdom government, and then divided into several provinces and cities, and set up corresponding administrative agencies. In addition to several key points, the newly conquered inlands were still enfeoffed to various relatively independent city-states. Puppets were built in the name of the protector and indirect rule, and the tribute was paid to the sect leader on time.

Originally, the matter was over here. The Mayans had been slaves for the Aztecs for so many years, and it was no big deal to change their masters. As long as they did not directly annex, the city-states would not resist too strongly.

However, the people's hearts were not enough to swallow elephants. As the wars of the expansion of the Elf Kingdom over the overseas expansion were gradually won, the colonial generals in the land of longing for credit turned their attention to these weak but wealthy Mayan city-states.

Finally, a new round of colonial wars aimed at eliminating local separatism broke out, and the most powerful of all Mayan city-states Tikal was even more brutal. After three consecutive months of siege by the Elf Army and its own traitors, the city of Tikal was declared to fall. Sofia Learton, commander of the Elf Army, ordered the city to be massacred for three days, and all the remaining residents were sold into slaves. The ancient state that had been passed down for thirty centuries ended.

When the city was broken, Manuel's father took advantage of the chaos to break through the siege, fled with his family, and embarked on the road of exile. In the ranks of war refugees from all over the country, they walked west along the bank of the Mamali River. However, within a thousand miles, there was no place to settle down. Wars were everywhere, plagues and famines were everywhere. Manuel's parents could not survive and died one after another in a hunger relationship. Manuel, who was still a child, was completely desperate, but had no way to go, and could only mix with the refugee team in a daze and continue to move forward aimlessly.

In the following months, as more and more refugees joined, the pressure to survive became greater and greater. The most obvious fact was that food was getting harder to find. Manuel gradually became thinner and weaker, and he was panting every time he took two steps. He began to wonder how long he could live.

In order to save his life, Manuel ate almost everything: bark, wild grass, insects, moss, soil... If he could get a mouse occasionally, the rat meat with a strong smell would be the best delicacy. Because he was afraid of being stolen by others, he would not even dare to cook it on fire, and would rather eat it in blood and chew it...

In this way, as an orphan, he stepped on the bones of his companions and finally went into exile all the way to the westernmost plateau of the mainland. This place is very poor, cold and backward, and there is not much food production, but at least there is no war. Manuel was lucky to be taken in by a Sun God servant and entered the Temple of Time to do odd jobs. Soon after, he was excavated by the priest in spells and magic, and became a combat priest, and he took root here from then on.

The peaceful time passed quickly, and the hungry and cold wandering child became a middle-aged man with a prosperous family business. That tragic past was gradually forgotten by him.

But the shadow of destruction came again.

Thirty years ago, after the destruction of the city of Tikal and a series of other Mayan city-states, the famous Marshal Sofia Leahton once again waved her saber, and the iron hooves of the 100,000 elves expeditionary force stepped across the steep Mamali River Grand Canyon, bringing blood and fire to this cold and empty plateau.

It seemed like a repeat of history. A loose and even more backward Incas could not resist the sharp army's elves. Many tribes of all sizes rushed to surrender to the invasion, and turned around and slashed the butcher's knife at other tribes who were still insisting on resisting. In a blink of an eye, most of the plateau was planted with the green leaf flag of the elves kingdom, and what was left seemed to be just a matter of time.

Until now, Manuel still clearly remembers how fear and despair he was in that year when the end of the world seemed to have come. As the spiritual leader and religious holy land of the Incas, the priests of the Temple of Time took on the core of resistance, but they were always defeated and fled. From the Grand Canyon of the Mamari River to the east shore of Moon Lake, and from the east shore to the west shore. In the end, even the Temple of Time itself was exposed to the enemy's guns.

During a series of defeats and escapes, Manuel's official fortune rose rapidly, and he rose from an ordinary captain who managed hundreds of miscellaneous soldiers to a general who commanded all the direct troops of the temple. This was not because he made such a great contribution, but because people with higher ranks than him died in battle. Seeing this second hometown gradually destruction in front of him, Manuel also turned from being excited to being ashamed. Finally, even the enemy's scouts appeared at the door of the Temple of Time. He also dismissed his wife and children with a gloomy expression, gathered the last soldiers, intending to fight to the last moment for the faith and honor of protecting this life, and then die like a warrior.

At that darkest moment, like a comet that cut through the dark night, Tecumsey came with the warriors of the Black Hawk Tribe.
Chapter completed!