Radiant Enemy

The situation between Hittite and Egypt was messed up by Hilgna. The nails planted in Egypt and Hittite before finally played a role at this moment. They lurk in the dark, making the battle even more chaotic.

But apart from the initial panic, the Egyptian and Hittite armies and leaders soon realized that the so-called siege was a false alarm.

"The disaster you mentioned, besides Egypt, will it also involve the Hittite and Western Taiwan countries?"

Hilgna looked down at the shepherd's staff in his hand, and asked indifferently.

The ubiquitous voice rang in Hilgna's ear: "My power is omnipotent."

"That's good."

Hilgner raised the shepherd's staff in his hand, put it on his forehead, closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Wind, please sweep this piece of land, sand, please cover the sun, let the wind and sand blow over the earth." Raise between the ladder and Egypt, and prevent their armies from meeting."

Just as Hilgna's voice fell to the ground, the sky darkened instantly.

The wind raised the dust and sand on the ground and rolled it into the sky, completely covering the hot sun and blocking the sight of the Hittites and the Egyptian army.

"What the hell is going on here! Didn't you say everything would go well before the expedition!" Hittite's new king Vyart picked up the collar of the sacrificial priest and roared angrily.

"This...maybe this is another warning from the heavens. Dear king, you know that fortunes are constantly changing. What we should do at this moment is to follow the weather!"

The Hittite priest argued.

"For now, it is better to withdraw our troops for the time being. If we are caught in that storm, our entire army will be wiped out!"

"Tsk!" Vyatt clicked his tongue extremely unwillingly, and led the army to retreat quickly.

"Wait a minute, my lord! What about the slaves who accompanied the army!"

"Where do you care so much! Let them run! As much as they can run!"

Wyatt whipped his horse and ran at the forefront, and the army also began to retreat.

The same is true for Egypt. Although most of the army was safely withdrawn to a safe place, the slaves who were left behind were still swept away by the wind and sand, leaving no traces.

"This storm is too strange! Your Majesty, this is probably an ominous omen. We should return to Egypt quickly and ask the Nine Pillars God in the temple!"

The Egyptian priests also persuaded.

Osman Diaz stared at the black storm, narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not answer.

Hilgna stood on a hill in the distance, he controlled the storm to form two barriers, and inside the barriers were the slaves who were at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"Huh..." It took Hilgna a lot of energy to distinguish the remaining Egyptian soldiers from the slaves in the violent wind and sand. Sweat kept streaming down his face, dripping down his cheeks and onto his chin. The last drop A drop seeped into the scorching yellow sand underfoot.

"All the slaves have been separated." Hilgna let out a long breath, as if his whole body had just been fished out of the water, his whole body was soaked, but those who should have died at the front line where the two armies met The slaves survived.

Next, the magic clone created by Hilgna will take them to a safe oasis.

Hilgner looked at the two sides that hadn't yet retreated, and said with a wry smile, "Even if I stop them here, the war will still start."

"The conflict between Hittite and Egypt may only be resolved with blood."

"But anyway, Hill, you've tried your best." Arash supported Hilgna and comforted him gently.

"it's not finished yet."

hilgner shook his head

"Soon disaster will befall this land. If they spend their energy on war, they will only suffer the consequences."

This is also one of the reasons why Hilgna must stop Egypt and Hittites. The god of foreign lands said that disasters will come soon. Both Egypt and Hittites live by the Nile River. If a disaster occurs in Egypt, Hittites will also flee. However, it will also involve other countries.

"Did it come from the gods?"

Arash frowned slightly, and asked.

"I'm afraid not entirely." Hilgna looked into the distance.

"This year is too hot. On my way to Hittite and Xitai, I have seen that many towns and oases have no water wells. Such an abnormal climate is a harbinger of disaster."

Drought, locust plague, plague, and more terrible disasters will follow.

Worst of all, the hot weather will cause a massive bloom of algae in the Nile River water. These red algae will deprive the fish and shrimp in the water of oxygen and make the dead fish and shrimp emit a foul smell. As a result, the river water is also undrinkable.

Unsuitable river water will breed bacteria and insects, and those amphibians will also rush up from the water to the shore.

——This is a disaster for the people who depend on the Nile River for their lives.

"I have sent someone to notify Hittite and Xitai. Egypt... I am afraid that the disaster will be the worst."

Egypt is more dependent on the Nile River than any other country. The Nile River is the mother river of Egypt. Their pharaohs were born, grew up, and became adults drinking the water of the Nile River. Wake up from a deep sleep.

"I'm afraid it will be harder than preventing them from going to war."

"That's why I want you to take my people to the Promised Land." The shepherd staff said, "Pharaoh has detained and enslaved my people for a long time. This is punishment."

"But the other civilians in this land are innocent." Hilgner said, "I will take them out of here, but at the same time, I will save the people of Egypt!"

"..." The thick voice fell silent, and he stopped speaking, allowing Hilgna to appear in front of Osman Diaz.

"Give up this war. Egypt is about to usher in the ten plagues. If you don't prepare now, Egypt will fall into a desperate situation."

Osman Diaz was sitting in the tent. Didn't he withdraw his troops like Hittite? Instead, he ordered the priests under his command to check how to quell this treacherous storm.

—He did not give up his intention to win the war.

Osman Diaz, who was sitting in front of Hilgna, had a stern face and a deep expression. This was not a friend that Hilgna grew up with, but a noble Egyptian pharaoh.

Those golden eyes stared at Hilgna, as if he was looking at it, and seemed to be thinking about gains and losses.

"I know, let's retreat."

"But Your Majesty, we have discovered the way to break this storm, and it only takes a few more days to...!" The priest hurriedly stood up trying to make Osman Diaz change his mind, while secretly crying in his heart.

At first they wanted to retreat, but Ramses II refused, and instead ordered them to find a way to break the storm; finally, after exhausting themselves and risking their lives, they found a glimmer of hope, and now the Hittite son Hilgna appeared, Asking to withdraw troops, and agreeing to withdraw troops without saying a word?

Not so capricious? !

However, the Lord of Upper and Lower Egypt is a king with his own ideas, and he is also the king of the kingdom and the kingdom of God. This also means that once the pharaoh makes a decision, the army, priests and priests must obey it.

Obviously, the priest's dissuasion did not work, and their pharaoh had issued an order to let the army go back to Thebes.

"That son of Hittite will make His Majesty Ramses less like a pharaoh sooner or later." A certain priest sighed and shook his head.

"It doesn't need to be in the future, it's already in the present—his words are more useful than our earnest advice."

the priest replied.

In front of Hilgna, Osman Diaz is just Osman Diaz, not the feared and respected Ramses II, and Hilgna will not change his attitude towards Osman Diaz just because of the change of Osman Diaz's status. Attitude.

Hilgna breathed a sigh of relief. Osman Diaz, the most difficult man, had already agreed to retreat. Hittite had his men there, and his younger brother Vyat had also retreated. All he needed to do was prepare for the coming natural disaster.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but the preparations made for the war just happened to come in handy in the disaster, enough for the people of this land to survive the disaster successfully.

If the Hittites and Egypt really went to war, then not only slaves and untouchables would suffer, but even the bourgeois middle class and the aristocratic royal family would have to lose their skin.

"Dig deep wells everywhere in the water veins to ensure that residents in every area can drink water, and remember to boil it. At this time, you can't feel bad about firewood and hay."

"Someone has to pick up the red algae that's infested, otherwise the death of fish and shrimp will just keep going."

Hilgner found a corresponding solution from the fragments that the Shepherd Staff showed him.

"Insect poisons can be fumigated with herbs or replaced with other plants that kill mosquitoes."

"All utensils to be imported must be boiled, at least to prevent infection."

Hilgna's suggestions were all adopted by Osman Diaz, and the order was issued in an orderly manner, and the whole of Egypt began to move for the upcoming disaster.

Osman Diaz kept Hilgner.

In the huge palace, there were only him and Hilgna, and those towering columns.

After the ministers and priests left, the royal palace fell silent instantly, and an inexplicable atmosphere flowed between Hilgna and Osman Diaz.

Hilgna stood under the king's steps and raised his head slightly, while Osman Diaz lowered his head to look at the white-haired prince below the steps.

"Thank you, Hill, leave the rest to Yu, and you can take a good rest." Osman Diaz stood up, walked down the royal steps, and stared at Hill with eyes the same color as the sun. accept.

"——Also, the shepherd's staff you hold in your hand does not match you at all. I will build you a gold one inlaid with gemstones later, throw away this shabby thing."

Osman Diaz said so.

He may have discovered the power on the shepherd's staff in Hilgna's hand that does not belong to the Nine Pillars God, nor does it belong to other gods in this land, but he just told Hilgna that.

But the pharaoh didn't go to the bottom of it, as if he could avoid the future that made Osman Diaz's heart tighten.

"The Hebrew god asked me to take away his people." Hilgna closed his eyes and said slowly.

"Those enslaved Hebrews have already occupied more than half of the population of Egypt. Let them continue to reproduce. I am afraid that Egypt will not be the Egypt of the Egyptians."

"I will take them away from this land, to the land promised to them by the gods of the Hebrews."

"Egypt and the Hittites no longer needed wars to slow down their populations, and without them there would be no shortage of food and water."

"Everything will return to calm."

"—But you will leave Yu! You will also take those shameless and ungrateful aliens to suffer and go on a trek without return!" Osman Diaz's jaw clenched Stretched, the tightened lines are enough to show that he is trying his best to restrain his anger at this moment. The scepter in his hand, which symbolizes the power of the sun god, smashed heavily on the Yunying stone ground, making a clear and loud noise, which echoed in the In the temple.

"Yu doesn't allow it! You are Yu's best friend, you are Yu's half body!"

Osman Diaz's roar echoed in this wind-sanded palace, his hair was lifted by the wind blowing from outside the palace, revealing the pharaoh's full forehead and the increasingly intense coercion on his body: "Here Er, I only said this time—throw away that shepherd's staff!"

Osman Diaz's body flashed the power of the sun god Ra, and the strange energy emanating from the furious Pharaoh awakened the sleeping nine-pillar gods, and they opened their eyes.

The actions of the foreign gods in the territory of the Nine Pillars God have been discovered by the gods here.

"You shouldn't be soft-hearted towards him. This disaster should have made him no longer able to stop you."

The gods of the Hebrews said to Hilgna: "The gods of Egypt are angry, and they will let the pharaoh kill you."

The god's voice was full of puzzlement and sigh.

"Use my power, let Egypt and their gods realize that we are more angry and cursed than them, and return all the slavery and pain they have imposed on our people!"

"No." Hilgna spit out words of rejection towards the god.

This refusal was addressed both to Osman Diaz and to the Hebrew gods.

"I will not drop this shepherd's staff."

Nor would he use his power to curse the Egyptian monarch and his people.

"Let me end this before more damage is done."

Hilgna smiled slightly. He looked at the Egyptian monarch with a soft but firm voice: "You know, Osman, the things I decide will never change."

The azure blue pupils and the golden pupils met, and winds rose between them, and those winds violently collided and tested each other, tearing and devouring each other.

The confrontation of the wind spread to the standing two people. The cloak on Hilgna was blown up like a full sail, and the white cloak of Osman Diaz was also raised high like the wings of the sky god, full of With a sharp killing intent.

"Let me take the Hebrew people out of here."

Hilgna said.

"Before the disaster can be brought under control."

Pharaoh grasped his scepter tightly. He owned the most noble royal family in Egypt, and was born with golden eyes as powerful as the sun god. He was the Lord of Upper and Lower Egypt, and the supreme judge and ruler in the world.

But Osman Diaz's authority and divine power could not make Hilgna change his decision.

"What if Yu says no?"

Osman Diaz's voice seemed to come out of his teeth, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

"You won't." Hilgner sighed, he had already seen the end of this debate.

"Because you are Ramses II, the lord of Upper and Lower Egypt, the king of kings, and the incarnation of wise and wise gods."

"Because you are my best friend."

——so you won't refuse me.

"Those fools will hate you for taking them out of rich Egypt."

"I know."

"Slackers who can't work without a whip will blame you for making them wander."

"I know."

"Even if you take them away from Egypt, you may not be able to reach the promised land."

"I know."

Osman Diaz glared at Hilgna: "Don't you think Yu won't be sad for you! Pharaoh lost his half body, do you think he will be happy!"

"Death is not the end, Osman." Silgner stepped forward and held the pharaoh's face.

The shepherd's staff he stood on the spot was still standing upright even though no one was holding it.

"I'm going to do this, not only for them, but also for you."

Hilgna said softly, letting Osman Diaz see clearly the truth in his eyes.

"I must go. At the end of this journey, there is an answer I have been looking for for a long time. For that answer, I must go."

The Hebrew god was the one who had been reincarnated so many times and was the first to tell him where the answer to the question he was looking for was.

Hilgna will not miss this opportunity, not to mention, whether it is for Egypt, the slaves that Hilgna also wants to save, or for himself, this ending is a happy ending.

As for the hardships and blood and sweat that have to be paid, it is just the price of pursuing the answer.

The only thing that made Hilgna feel guilty was Osman Diaz's kindness.

Ozyman Diaz knew what Hilgna would face when he went, and he didn't want Hilgna to bear those pains.

Although the first meeting was not so beautiful, Osman Diaz and Hilgna knew each other well in every look, every fight, every competition, and every conversation. They knew each other better than their biological brothers, and they saw through each other. His soul, pride and fragility, he is also willing to use his own strength to protect the other party and make him happy.

Even if Hilgna's decision would make Osman Diaz's enemy, he was unwilling to really hurt the pharaoh.

The same goes for Osman Diaz.

"Let's go with the Hebrew people." Osman Diaz turned around, letting the deep voice reach Hilgna's ear.

"Thank you, Osman."

Hilgner looked at his back and wanted to reach out and pat his back, but in the middle of the journey, he sighed and withdrew his hand.

The Pharaoh's decree spread throughout Upper and Lower Egypt, and even to other kingdoms.

Hundreds of thousands of slaves gathered at the gate of Thebes, and the mighty team was like a large cloud, covering the surrounding yellow sand.

He didn't go back to the palace, but just stayed quietly where he should be, beside his Hebrew siblings named Aaron and Miriam who had been liberated by him from slavery.

They will become Hilgener's deputy to lead this team, to manage this huge team - Hilgner has seen their abilities before, so he knows that they are useful people.

The east is pale, and the long journey is about to begin, and the time for parting is coming.

"Hill!" Nefertariel ran up to Hilgna with red eyes, hugged his waist tightly, buried his head on his chest, tears wet the white-haired prophet's lapel : "Don't go... don't go, okay? Or, or, you send them to the Promised Land, and then return to Egypt, and we will laugh together as before, the three of us, okay?"

"His Majesty Ramses certainly doesn't want you to leave. As long as you come back, Hill, you don't have to worry about the bad words of those old men in the Senate. We can go back to the past, to the carefree days...!"

In the end, Nefertariel's voice was already choked up. She was smart and knew that this was just her own idiotic dream, but she still hoped to get a hopeful reply from Hilgna.

"I'm sorry, Nefertariel." Hilgna didn't push her away this time, he gently stroked the girl's soft long hair, and said softly in his voice, "The place I'm going is too far away, I'll go back when I go." not coming."

"Can't you take me?" Nefertariel asked sniffling.

"I can't take the beautiful lotus of the Nile River to a place that is not suitable for her life." Hilgna shook his head with a light smile, and refused.

"Then can you go? It's not fair!" Nefertariel asked, her eyes were red, and she grabbed Hilgna's front.

Hilgna didn't answer Nefertariel, he gently wiped away the tears for the girl, but said softly: "It's time for me to go, good girl, send me a beautiful parting smile, let me live a long life in the future." There is a thought in the journey."

Nefertariel tried her best to press her back that was about to cry, pinched the corner of her skirt, and smiled at Hilgna.

"Thank you, Nefertariel." Hilgna gave her a final hug, and then left the temporary tent.

Nefertariel looked at his back, unable to maintain the smile on her face anymore.

She knelt down, covered her mouth with her hands, and tried to suppress her crying, but it was really in vain, and the whimpering and sobbing still leaked out of her mouth.

But Hilgna didn't turn around this time, and wiped away the crystal tears for the weeping girl.

Hilgner walked among the crowd, and those slaves who knew him, those who didn't know him, and those slaves who had been favored by him, all spontaneously made way for him.

They may not know what Hilgna looks like, but the unknown power surrounds the white-haired prophet, making them know at a glance that this is the saint sent by the gods to save them.

Hilgna parted the tide of the crowd and came to the front.

The sun has risen and spread its radiance on everyone equally.

Those men, women and children with different eye colors but with the same suffering and wrinkles on their faces looked at the white-haired prophet in the front with reverence, and their hearts were full of excitement and hope.

Just as they had prayed in their hearts and imagined, the prophet raised the shepherd's staff in his hand and pointed in the direction of the Promised Land: "I will take you out of this place."

Hilgna's voice was calm and clear in the ears of all those who were about to leave.

He is the sage prophet!

He is the savior Moses in the legendary story!

These people who had lost hope cheered loudly. They looked uplifted, wiped the tears of joy from the corners of their eyes, and followed the prophet to the promised land flowing with milk and honey.

Hilgna felt that the wind was guiding him forward, and the people following him were not only from Egypt, but also from Hittites and Western Terraces. They heard the news here, and they also dragged their families to a hopeful journey. of travel.

"Goodbye, Egypt."

Hilgna looked up at the tall palace, its columns and dome that have survived the wind and sand and time erosion, and the magnificent statue of the Nine Pillars God. He once spent a lot of time here. In my childhood and youth, I also made soul friends here.

Hilgner glanced at the country for the last time, then averted his gaze, and left the country of gold sand with strides.

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The story is not over yet!

Since you want to take it away, then take everyone away together