Chapter 700

The prophet came to the door of the temple, holding a small round stove in his hand.

The white Shasha robe hung down to the ankle, her eyes were covered by it, and the green silk fell down like a waterfall. The cold wind mixed with moisture blew in and made the clothes flutter.

At this time, he looked like a fairy who could fly at any time.

The two attendants fell to their knees and looked into the eyes of the prophet with reverence.

The shell wind chime hanging above the gate gently shakes, making a crisp crash sound, and constantly twists and turns in this empty temple.

"Haven't you heard from the people sent to rock city yet?"

The voice of the prophet was clear and cold, like jade beads, falling on the stone slab.

"No," he replied respectfully, with his forehead on the floor

In principle, each temple must have a high priest, and the selection of high priest is usually held by the witch doctor of the beast city. However, if there is no witch doctor in the beast city before, or the witch doctor's ability is not competent for the high priest's position, the beast temple has the right to appoint other orcs to be the high priest.

Since the construction of Rock City, there has been no high priest in the temple, which is obviously out of order.

The Presbyterian Church talks about it for a long time almost every day.

Now the rock city is developing rapidly and has strong strength. They want to take the opportunity to put their confidants into the temple of rock city and become high priests.

Unfortunately, the prophet never nodded.

The elders did not dare to disobey the prophet, but they were not willing to give up the fat of the high priest in the temple of rock. Every day, they would find a chance to come to the prophet and say a few words.

In order to cope with these elders, the prophet sent his servants to rock city last month to see what frost cloud thought about the selection of high priest.

Who knows that God's servant is gone forever.

The prophet didn't care about the position of the high priest of the rock temple. He just wanted to know what happened slowly. Unfortunately, the man didn't come back. He had nothing to do.

Once he could clearly see the slow future with his eyes, but now, he can only see a blur.

Only intuition told him that his life was in danger.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the night sky, and the rain was still falling.

The wind chimes of the shell were wildly shaken by the wind, and the impact sound became more intense and compact.

The prophet was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth.

"I'm going to be away for a while, and when I'm gone, you'll be closed."

Hearing this, the two servants raised their heads at the same time and looked at the prophet in disbelief.

"My Lord, are you going out?"

"Well."

"But you are not allowed to go out?"

The first prophecy that the prophet saw after he was in charge of the Pantheon was the picture of himself dying in the hands of the demon.

In order to avoid the prophecy come true, he has been living in seclusion and never left the holy mountain.

But now, he should take the initiative to leave the temple!

The prophet's voice was calm: "I need to find someone. When I find her, I'll come back. You don't have to worry too much."

"It's rainy season now. It's raining heavily. Even if you want to go out, please wait for the rain to stop before the guards escort you away."

Faced with the dissuasion of his servants, the prophet never changed his mind.

"I can't wait any longer."

If you wait any longer, you may die slowly.

God's servants had no choice but to summon Shenwei as quickly as possible.

Of the 12 Shenwei, five of them are working in other places. For a while, no one can come back. Now, only seven of them, including the double mirror, can be found.

On weekdays, Shenwei people are haunted, rarely in the same place as now.

They stood quietly in the temple, the momentum of the strong spread silently.

When they heard that the prophet was about to go down the mountain, they looked puzzled or surprised at the same time.

But the prophet did not want to explain. He took out a small wooden box and gave it to the double mirror: "you send this box to the sun city. After the White Emperor gets there, you will give it to the White Emperor."

"Yes," he said

"I'm going down the mountain to find someone. I'll come back when I find her."

Guards: "we will protect your safety."

"No, you don't have to come with me."

The guards were surprised.

The prophet said calmly, "stay in the Pantheon and keep an eye on the Presbyterian for me. Don't let those guys do things while I'm away."

Although the guardians had doubts about the prophet's decision, they finally nodded in response to their trust in the prophet.

"Yes

There was another thunder and lightning across the sky, and the roar was deafening.

The prophet's face flashed in the thunder.

"If I can't come back, you'll hold the position for me until my successor appears."Smell speech, God guards are all one Lin.

They wanted to say something, but the prophet raised his hand: "I know what you want to say. My body is already dying. Even if I don't go down the mountain, I won't last long."

The guards look complicated.

The eyes of the prophet are born to see through the past and the future, which is a gift from heaven.

But God also deprived him of his health.

It's fair to gain and lose.

The prophet gently stroked the small heater in his hand. The warmth he got in his life was not much. The only warmth in his hand became more and more precious.

"I've been stuck in this temple for too long. I'm really tired. I want to see the outside world before I leave."

The guards did not say any more words of dissuasion.

They retreated in silence.

The rain was still falling, as if it were endless.

The prophet put on his black cloak and stepped down the steps step by step in the worried eyes of his servants.

He seldom goes out. The last time he walked this road was more than ten years ago.

At that time, he sent him down the mountain slowly and walked down from here with her in his arms.

She once invited him to the rock mountain with a smile.

I don't know if she remembers it

Unconsciously, the prophet had gone to the foot of the mountain. His face was hidden under his hood, and the rain and fog blurred his figure. Along the way, no one recognized his identity.

When he went to the outer city and passed the shops, he saw some orcs selling umbrellas.

"This is an umbrella bought from rock city. It's made of high-quality bamboo chips and its surface. It's smooth and strong. As long as you hold it, you won't let a drop of rain fall on you..."

The three words rock city caught the prophet's step.

He went over and reached for an umbrella: "how do you sell it?"

"Just one colorless crystal."

To be honest, the price is too high, but the prophet didn't care.

He gave a colorless crystal and bought the umbrella.

Open the umbrella, the wet rain is immediately isolated from the outside, it is really a wonderful little thing.

The prophet held the smooth handle of the umbrella, thinking that it must be something that was slowly stirred up.

Only she can put her mind on the details of life.

He walked out of the beast city with an umbrella, and his lonely and cold figure gradually disappeared in the continuous rain and fog

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