The Death God's Prophecy

In the ancient temple, symbols of death were everywhere. Skulls swayed atop the walls, tooth bells clattered in the wind, corpses lay collapsed before the great hall, and blood spread across the black stone. Then a shrill, wretched laugh rang through the entire temple, like the howl of a dying mother beast!

"Haahahaha!..."

The White Snake Lady Warrior held the boy in her arms, leaning against the timeworn wall. She laughed freely, clasping both hands tight over the boy's eyes.

"The old Death God priest the Mexica People were looking for has already been killed by me!"

"Damn you! How dare you!"

Bertad angrily took down his longbow, nocked a long arrow, and aimed straight at the lady warrior's vitals. At such close range, he was completely certain he could shoot through her with one arrow!

"Haaha? How dare I?"

The White Snake Lady Warrior seemed not to notice. Laughing loudly, she stared at the black wolf statue of the Death God in the great hall, hatred showing on her face.

"The leader of the Mexica People calls himself the Death God. That old skull-head was also a priest of the Death God. Who knows what evil connection there is between the two! He cursed the Four-State Alliance and frightened my His Highness. He deserved to be killed! He deserved to die!"

Xolotl frowned as he looked at the half-mad lady warrior. He pressed his lips together and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is the Death God priest's corpse now?"

"Corpse? Naturally, after I killed him, I buried him outside the temple. The old thing was terrifying enough. Was I supposed to keep his old skull-head around to frighten my His Highness?"

"White Snake Servant, I'm not afraid."

Hearing this, the boy struggled a little, but the lady warrior