Tribute to the Demon King

"That's all! Don't ask!"

After a while, the young Ramses II suddenly chuckled.Then he lowered his head and shouted loudly to Zhou Yi and Alexander: "Come on, Pharaohs. Get on the rest of the chariots, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up for a while."

"it is good."

Zhou Yi readily agreed, and together with Alexander climbed into the huge golden chariot like a palace, and sat on the side of the chariot.Then he turned around, raised his head and smiled at Ramses II who was not far behind him and asked, "Aren't you going to ask?"

"Don't ask. If fate is known in advance, what's the fun in life!"

As if letting go of some burden, Ramses II laughed again and ordered loudly: "In the name of Yu, the whole army crosses the river and advances at full speed! Before the sun goes down, we must reach Kadesh!"

Faced with such an order that could be described as unreasonable, the Amon Legion immediately obeyed Ramses II's order almost blindly, and the army uttered earth-shattering praises as they advanced.

"Although the terrain is flat, it is still eight miles away from Kadesh Fortress."

Alexander murmured worriedly.

In this case, when the army reaches Kadesh, I am afraid that they will not have the strength to fight.

"Pharaoh Alexander, who do you think Yu is?"

Speaking arrogantly, Ramses II put on a blue crown and smiled confidently: "Yu Nai is brilliant! Shine on all things."

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge golden chariot under him shone with golden and iridescent halos.The speed of the chariot and people suddenly increased by more than three times, but the spirit was getting better and better, and there was no sign of fatigue.

Seeing this miracle, people once again praised Ramses II loudly.

Looking at Alexander with an amazed expression, Ramses II couldn't help laughing out loud.

And Zhou Yi shrugged, turned his head to look forward, a small circle of silver-gray lines spread out from the palm of his right hand holding the chariot, and branded it on Ramses II's chariot.

Under his pupils, a frightening stream of silver-gray information flowed continuously——

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Chapter 31 The Confident Muwatar

Hittite chariots are hiding in the dense forest near the Kadesh fortress.

The climate at the end of April will not be very hot.More importantly, there are not a lot of mosquitoes and flies in this season, which prevents these people in the dense forest from being bitten too badly... After all, their clothes really can't protect much skin, and compared to ancient Egypt As far as human beings are concerned, their bodies will not be clean.

But even so, after lying in ambush for so long without moving, their long, dry hair was already drenched with sweat.

Due to Egypt's hot climate and dry wind and sand, many ancient Egyptians who loved cleanliness would choose to shave their heads or only wear short hair, and then wear wigs when they attend public places. Only a few people who love beauty will choose to use myrrh Soaked tallow carefully cares for your hair.

In their opinion, the troops of the Hittite kingdom next door, consisting of men in short skirts and long hair, were really weirdly dressed.

Coincidentally, Tony felt the same way.

From time to time, he glanced at the Hittite warriors around him, his eyes gradually drifting away.

Beside Tony, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face but piercing eyes glanced at Tony, then turned around and asked respectfully and rationally at an old man who was abnormally old but obviously of very high status behind him: "High Priest, please take a look. Have the Egyptians been fooled?"

"Obey... my king..."

The old man nodded tremblingly, pulled out a cobra from his arms with his withered hands that almost shook an afterimage, squatted down slowly and put it on the ground.

I don't know if it was shaken stupid or afraid of something, but the cobra was placed on the ground, but it was very obedient and motionless, just like a fake snake.

Then the old man slowly stretched out one hand to hold down the snake's head, pulled out a sharp and clean iron ritual knife from his waist with the other hand, and murmured in a low voice: "I offer the head of Edjo, To the Sun Goddess Ulusham, to her son Shamma, to her husband Teshub—"

As he said, his right hand seemed to be aided by a god, and he swiped across the snake's neck with extraordinary stability and swiftness, as if cutting a piece of tofu without any resistance.

Then, the cobra quickly melted under some mysterious power, gradually faded, and slowly penetrated into the ground like clay.So there was only a small snake head left on the ground.

Then, the old man directly stretched out his hand to pinch the snake's head, and stretched his tongue to pull the whole cloth into it.

This is the original ritual of sacrificing "steel" with "snake".

The source of this ritual is the Hittites who first possessed iron and were hostile to snakes in the world.

The Hittites were the first civilization in the world to point out the iron smelting technology-the iron was obtained hundreds of years in advance in the Bronze Age, which is simply a technology tree that jumped out of the open.

It is the power brought by this unreasonable forced jumping of the technology tree that allows the Hittites to wield iron weapons and easily sack the city of Babylon in the sixteenth century BC, without even encountering any decent resistance— —This directly led to the decline and even the demise of the once glorious Babylonian Kingdom.

Hundreds of years have passed since then, and until the time of Ramses II, the Hittites still had a firm monopoly on iron.

This is what their clan holds, the power of "steel"—

Tony watched the ceremony with great interest, but suddenly felt his right hand began to tremble faintly under the resonance.

——That was not fear, but excitement.

Originally affected by the effect of the berserk wine of the gods, the berserk of power has not yet ended.Now that he felt the breath of steel, it woke him up immediately.

"Well……!"

Tony immediately reached out and grasped the trembling right wrist with his left hand, clamping it firmly like a pair of pliers.

"My sword... calm down a little..."

Tony whispered in an unusually gentle tone: "The enemy will come soon. At that time, I will let you chop it to your heart's content..."

Under his reassurance, a ball of lightning flashed unwillingly between the five fingers of his right hand and then fell silent again.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief.