The Caucasians also had a glorious past and were crowned kings during the First Dynasty. Www!QUAbEn-XIAoShUo!comCaucasus priests also participated in the battle to conquer the gods. It is said that the first Caucasus king was an eighteenth-level powerhouse on the same level as the emperor of the first dynasty.
Of course, this is the legend of the Caucasians themselves. Other dynasties have never mentioned this matter.
Sika smiled and stroked her belly, feeling the rhythm of life inside. The Caucasus warriors showed great patience, and there were two female warriors among them, who served Shika specially.
A powerful priest finally appeared among the Caucasians. Shika was still two children, and Salin would definitely agree to let one of them become a pure bird and become a Caucasian.
"Master Priest, please try the porridge made from cassava grown by us." A Caucasian female warrior brought the bowl over. This bowl is extremely thin, flawless and has smooth lines, showing the color of jasper. It is a luxury porcelain made by Yunliu people. The Caucasian people don't like this thing. It's better than a big bowl made of the skull of a monster.
However, Sika's power has increased. If she is familiar with controlling this power, it will be troublesome to take care of her children in the future. Sikka took the bowl with one hand and frowned: "It's a little hot." "Priest, you can't eat cold food, it's not good for the children." "Caucasian children are not so valuable. When we were in the village , will eat in the snow in the cold winter. When the children are teenagers, they will be able to catch monsters." "But, there are two little sacrifices here." The Caucasian female warrior answered with a smile. "Okay." Although Sikka likes to eat cold porridge, she still obeyed the female warrior's words. Pregnant women should not eat raw or cold food. This knowledge was researched by magicians.
"Master Priest." Ten male Caucasian warriors also gathered around and placed the prepared things on the table in front of Shika. They simply made a fire to cook in the temple instead of using the kitchen. Anyway, Sika is the regent and no one can control her.
"What's the matter?" Usually these soldiers were just a little nervous, but today they seemed attentive. Sika knew that these people must have something to say. "His Highness Salin is married. Do you want to go back to Nanyuan? We are waiting for His Highness to come back.
Sika suddenly threw the bowl in her hand on the ground, smashed it into pieces, and shouted: "Whose idea is this, you? Or the elders?"
The Caucasian warriors were so frightened that they all stood up. Two female Caucasian warriors said, "Priest, please don't be angry. It's not good for the children."
"Child, hum, answer me, you can't control my anger?" Sika originally had a good temper, but after pregnancy, people always changed, and the feeling of tension has not been eliminated. Suddenly, she heard that someone among the Caucasians wanted her to leave Salin, and her anger could not be suppressed.
"Priest, we all support you. Although His Highness Salin married King Rex, he also handed over the kingdom to you. Some outside elders are studying this matter. Most of our soldiers are not I will think about this issue." The twelve Caucasus warriors expressed their attitude to Shika one after another.
Sika also knew that these warriors worshiped him, but this kind of thing definitely did not happen in a day or two. It was only now spread to his ears. Those elders planned it very secretly.
It’s no wonder that more and more Caucasians gathered. Except for the part that entered Phoenix and the part that entered Scotia, most of the rest went to the Kingdom of Metatrin. Very few surrendered to the Holy See and did not escape. Those who fell were also captured or killed by the Holy See.
There are now only more than 40,000 Caucasians in Metatrin City, most of whom are in the army, and some of whom are Sikka's most trusted people and come from her village. But outside the city, there are already more than 300,000 Caucasians. These Caucasians only refer to adults, and children are not included among them.
This is equivalent to more than 300,000 Caucasian warriors, which is equivalent to having a small Caucasus kingdom next to Metatrin City. With power comes a struggle for power. The southern Caucasus region where Shika is located is okay, but the northern Caucasus region has long ceased to be in the form of villages, and there have been huge Caucasus gathering places. The Caucasian people are no longer what they were in ancient times. They also imitated the four great empires and tried to establish their own country.
The more she understood, the angrier Sika became. She said to the twelve Caucasus warriors: "Are you willing to be loyal to me forever?"
Before this, Sikka had never said such a thing. She doesn't like to be a leader. All she wants to do is fulfill her responsibilities to her relatives in the village.
"Master Priest, of course we are only loyal to you." The soldiers responded inexplicably. Their mission was to protect Sika. No matter how powerful the enemy was, they would use their flesh and blood to block attacks on Sika.
"I mean, just obey my orders, even if all the Caucasus elders are against me." Sikka leaned on the chair, put his feet up on the table, and stroked his belly with his hands.
The twelve Caucasian warriors hesitated for a moment and said, "Priest, don't you want to be a Caucasian anymore?" "If I don't want to be a Weka, are you going to leave me?"
"Of course not, Lord Priest, you can build your own kingdom if you want." These warriors are not foreign Caucasians, and their feelings for Sikka are different. It was Shikar who gave them hope. "Build your own kingdom?" An idea flashed in Sikka's mind. She rarely remembered the connection of some things so quickly.
When Salin left, he not only made himself the regent, but also named himself the King of the Caucasus. Salin must have expected that there would be such trouble among the Caucasians.
The Caucasus region has never had a state in history, so he is the first King of the Caucasus, hehe, elder? These people are really greedy. Maybe they have learned the shamelessness of the Skocyan people.
"You don't have to stay in the temple tonight. Well, let's go and find out how many people in the army in the city support the outside elders." Although Sikka believed that the Caucasians staying in the city were more reliable, she still learned Follow Salina's approach and try not to make any loopholes. "Priest, the elders..."
"I will not let outside elders enter the city. My current identity is the regent. Before Salin comes back, I have to take care of Metatrin City." Sikka thought for a moment and then said: "I -Give you a warrant and ask the Sixth Battalion to guard the south gate. If anyone wants to cause trouble, send out the magic heavy infantry." "Priest, where are the elders of Nanyuan?" A female Caucasian warrior heard Sika say this He responded firmly and asked with some concern. "I will personally convince them. If they are like the elders outside... I will not take their lives." Sikka said lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"~" I originally thought that the souls of Caucasians were the purest, but I didn't expect that among these people, there are still guys who are greedy for profit.
The elders tried to separate her from Mao Lin in order to get two baby priests instead of one. With Salin's two children in their hands, of course they can do better and put forward more conditions.
Moreover, greed alone cannot cause this situation. I am afraid that priests and strong men have already appeared among the foreign Caucasians. Once a person has power, he becomes more susceptible to corruption.
If Salin hadn't taken them in, how could these Caucasian people near Metatrin City have lived so comfortably. Even if the mountains and forests are barren, they can always get supplies from Metatrin City, and no one will starve to death. The war is also far away from them, and those who join the army are not all the close ethnic groups that they worked hard to gather in the first place.
No wonder Salin doesn't want these close Caucasians to fight. The number of these people is still very small.
Sikka smiled helplessly when she thought of this. Salin was still smart and knew that something would happen to the Caucasian people. As a genius, he realized that Salin had not said anything because he was afraid that he would be sad.
It's okay, just be a Caucasian king yourself, and after making laws, weaken the power of the elders. Whoever wants to use Caucasian rules to constrain themselves in the future will use the law to fight back and eliminate them.
Twelve Caucasian warriors knelt down. In Caucasian etiquette, kneeling in front of each other signifies closeness, and standing with bowed head signifies submission. "Priest, we swear by our souls that from now on, we will only be loyal to you." "Swear by our souls!"
Sika felt the fluctuations in the depths of her soul. Somehow, she had some mysterious connection with these twelve Caucasian warriors. This declaration of allegiance has been passed down among the Caucasians for tens of thousands of years, and no one has ever broken the oath.
The contract is not as perfect as the magician's, but it has been strictly enforced. This is the Caucasian oath shackles, a way of loyalty to the priest.
Sikka took out a pen and paper and silently wrote an order for the soldiers to mobilize the Sixth Battalion to defend the south gate. Even if the Caucasians in the city would not betray, they might not be willing to fight bloody battles with the Caucasians outside the city. Replaced with the Sixth Battalion, if those elders didn't know what to do, Sika would send more troops, "Just go into the mountains and annihilate them. Let yourself and Salin be completely separated? Thinking of this, Sika's heart will be very painful."
The Caucasian warrior left Sika's room, went down to the first floor of the temple, summoned twelve other Caucasian warriors, and went up to continue serving Sika. Leaving the temple, the twelve Caucasian warriors looked happy and high-fived in celebration. "The priests really refused. Those old guys are all ungrateful people. But it's okay, this time we South Caucasians have hope." "That is, they rely on their numbers and will want to control all of us. What idiots. , How can the priest be someone willing to surrender?"
"Let's go quickly. You two go to the Sixth Battalion and take the priest's order to mobilize troops to replace the defense of the south gate. Let's quickly gather our own people and start to find spies in the temple army. There must be Caucasians from other places. Coming in." "Yes."
The person who issued the order was an older male Caucasian warrior. He led the rest of the people and hurried to Nancheng. D! ~!
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