At noon, cries of grief were heard suddenly in the palace.
The newly promoted 10th on the Heavenly Ranking, the Saint Thief Ye Wuzong, who had performed brilliantly in the dragon-slaying battle and made Bo's forehead and face swollen like a pig, passed away in the guest house of the royal palace.
The Queen of the Spirit Tribe, Xiang Simeng, who was favored by the Thief Saint as his direct disciple and had only been taught the Thief Saint's skills for a month or two, cried bitterly, "vomited three liters of blood, and fainted several times."
He also beat up all the thugs and guards in the surrounding area, scolded them for not guarding the master well, and ordered them to quickly prepare white banners, white clothes and other items for the mourning hall. The noise was instantly known to everyone in the Holy Mountain and spread throughout the entire spirit race in an instant.
This kind of thing spread spontaneously faster than the orders for them to investigate abnormalities in various places. Many tribal villages in various places knew that the Queen's master had died before they even received the investigation order.
The spirits had no feelings for the thief saint, in fact, they secretly thought that he was dead. Only after his death did the spirits have the right to control the magic axe, otherwise it would have always belonged to the old man, who said, "Sisi, you can't control it, Master will keep it for you first." In fact, if he didn't interfere, the spirits would find a way to control the magic axe.
In the eyes of the elves, the old man had no intention of giving away the axe, he just came to seek refuge because he was injured.
He sought refuge, but he didn't have any sense of being a refugee. He treated her like a father for 2.58 million. The queen sent the best witch doctor of the Eldar to treat him, but he refused to accept the treatment and cursed, "It's a mess," "What the hell," "You want me to eat bugs?" He only accepted the pharmacology he could understand, which made the witch doctor's beard tremble with anger.
We are all old men, but you are the oldest? If you don't die, who will? Die early so that we can set off firecrackers.
Now he was truly dead, placed in a fine coffin in the temple, next to which was his beloved axe, the symbol of his greatest achievement in life. The queen didn't even have lunch, she sat in mourning clothes beside the coffin, sobbing and in a daze.
I have to say this outfit is really beautiful...
The leaders of the tribes who came to pay homage were obviously very familiar with their own queen, but they still couldn't help but secretly glance at her. At this time, the queen lost her usual quirky and full of evil spirits, and showed a rare weakness and intelligence. I heard that people in the Middle Earth praised Tang Wanzhuang as the most beautiful woman in the world. Is it because of this temperament? I know... By the way, the queen has been very studious in the past few months, and has become more artistic...
Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful she is, no one else can touch her. She is the Holy Envoy's exclusive concubine. Theoretically, her legal lineage is to rule the tribe on behalf of the ancestor god. Blaspheming her is blaspheming the gods.
But some people also wondered that the so-called Holy Envoys were fighting outside in all directions and did not have the so-called omnipresent divine power. Was he really a Holy Envoy? Many knowledgeable people knew that he was not. The vision of the spirits of all beasts when the queen ascended the throne was probably an illusion, not real.
In fact, Zhao Changhe cannot represent the ancestral gods, and neither can the queen.
Once she can no longer represent, Sisi's authority will be much lower. As a young person without the support of her own clan, she has little accumulation in the clan.
There are two core forces that support her the most. One is the young people who want to get rid of the Eldar and yearn for the outside world; the other is the Xia people who were previously sheltered. Many of the former are restricted by the orders of their elders and cannot make much voice under the traditional system, while the latter are like the scars that have healed and have forgotten the pain. They have long forgotten how miserable they were when they were sheltered, and have begun to fight for power and seek personal gain...
Then, is it possible to do something while the so-called Holy Envoy is not here at all...
The agitation of "the axe is destined for us" was actually a way to challenge the queen's prestige, to see if she wanted the axe for the sake of the tribe or to suppress the tribe for the sake of the old man. As it turned out, she chose to respect the old man, so many neutral people were provoked to be dissatisfied.
The old man was on the Heavenly Ranking, so no one dared to say anything, but he died.
Good death...
When many chiefs went to pay homage, they secretly began to collude with each other, and undercurrents surged.
Zhao Changhe, who had been secretly watching and observing all the changes with a cold eye, expanded his bird's-eye view to the extreme, covering the movements around the entire holy mountain. Suddenly, he discovered that some of them went to the direction of his ancestral tomb where he had lived in seclusion.
Zhao Changhe's heart finally moved slightly. What is there over there? It's not just a grave. When he was in seclusion and firing cannons, he found that he could have a higher level of enlightenment there. Later, Sisi should have arranged for the strong men in the tribe to take turns to go nearby to receive the inheritance of the ancestor god, and there were strict defenses stationed there.
In other words, apart from the Holy Mountain, that place may be the place with the strongest military force among the elves.
And... once the thoughts are drawn to the grave mound, one will immediately think of the inexplicably cold weather. Is it related to the corpse
I didn't expect that the Thief Saint would catch other clues when fishing for the axe thief... Zhao Changhe took a last look at Sisi, and after careful consideration, he decided to move forward and head to the cemetery first. That place might be the highlight.
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Dali at this time.
After observing the movements of Pan Wan, Dao Qingfeng and other forces, Yue Hongling did not see any problems, nor did she feel that there was anything special about Dali as a whole.
But she instinctively felt that something was wrong. Her clear-sighted swordsmanship told her that there was an extremely dangerous evil hidden here. She felt tense all the time, which was a rare warning in her many years of wandering alone in the martial arts world.
So he didn't leave to find Zhao Changhe, but continued to patrol the surroundings, searching for the source of the wrong feeling.
Just as he was eating rice noodles in a shop outside Bai Miao without any results, a rider suddenly came galloping over, with what seemed to be an urgent report. Yue Hongling quickly dropped the rice noodles and followed the rider into Bai Miao Village.
Dao Qingfeng, the leader of the Bai Miao tribe, was also eating. The man rushed in and laughed from a distance: "You're still in the mood to eat?"
Dao Qingfeng was stunned. He glanced around, waved his subordinates away, and lowered his voice: "What are you doing? Why do you come to see me so openly?"
"What does that have to do with it?" The visitor said with a smile, "The Saint Thief Ye Wuzong died in the Spirit Tribe's secret realm half an hour ago. This matter has spread like wildfire, so I came to inform you."
Dao Qingfeng was stunned, not understanding the significance of this for a moment: "What's the significance of whether he lives or dies? He is a casualty in the first place. Even if he has some deterrent power, people are not just worried about him."
"What we are worried about is not him, but his ability to control the Eternal Heaven Divine Axe. The divine thunder is extremely powerful and will have a great inhibitory effect on what we are planning. Once he dies and there is no one to control the axe, the opportunity will come."
"Why is there no one controlling the axe? Xiang Simeng can do it himself."
"Because there will be people who don't want her to continue to control the axe. This is the perfect time for the Eldar to have internal turmoil. They are in turmoil, and we are cooperating with them from outside... Those selfish people don't know that their selfish desires will cause the Miao Territory to change its master in one day, and the entire Eldar will become our slaves."
Dao Qingfeng's expression finally changed slightly: "Are you sure that the spirits will fight and tear each other apart instead of controlling the divine axe immediately?"
"I'm sure." The visitor said hastily, "We only have a few hours left. If Xiang Simeng is strong enough to suppress all opposition and subdue the Divine Axe as quickly as possible, we will be too late. We must seize this opportunity, now!"
Dao Qingfeng hesitated and asked, "Is this a little sudden..."
"It was sudden for everyone, including the death of Xiang Simeng's master. We have been planning for so long, so we are not acting hastily. Xiang Simeng was really acting hastily when he encountered changes both inside and outside." The visitor said, "I know you suspect there is a trap, but the body is really in the coffin. In fact, even if there is a trap, we will have to activate it sooner or later. We can't wait forever. When is the right time?"
Dao Qingfeng finally stood up and paced a few steps: "That's now!"
The elite troops of the Bai Miao tribe suddenly started moving, but they were not heading towards Taoyuan Town, but towards... the tomb to the west of Dali, which was the tomb of the Black Miao King who was killed by Xia Longyuan in his early years.
Since Lei Zhentang's defeat, the Black Miao have declined greatly and joined other powerful tribes. The most important branch was conquered and absorbed by the White Miao, their arch-enemy. In the past few months, the tomb of the Black Miao king has been gradually excavated by Dao Qingfeng. Many treasures have been dug out and sold for money, but the body is still there.
No one knew why Dao Qingfeng did not destroy the body of the Black Miao King, whom he hated so much, but now Yue Hongling seemed to know.
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