On the March, the lioness had been smelling Manda.

This made Manda a little embarrassed: "if you want to do something, at least wait until night."

The lioness smiled: "in fact, I smelled it when you first came back. You have a strange smell of rouge. Have you gone to find the archduke or the girl these days?"

"Here\'s the thing..."

"Don\'t explain. I don\'t care about this," whispered the lioness. "The smell of rouge is very special. This spice is so charming. Can you help me get some?"

Manda said with a smile, "when I find the woman\'s head, I will help you get some rouge back. It will be her return gift."

The lioness was surprised and said, "just some rouge. Don\'t be so cruel?"

"It has nothing to do with cruelty. It\'s my promise to her."

The army galloped all day. In the evening, it rained heavily, and they couldn\'t even find a place to camp.

When passing a mountain path, the Dangzhao pendant suddenly became hot.

Manda was worried. She looked at the rain and the terrain.

There may be a landslide. If only manu were here.

Manda ordered to speed up the March. Tens of thousands of people ran on the mountain road for half a night. Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind them, and a large piece of rocks fell down.

If there was a landslide, fortunately, less than 400 soldiers and some grain and grass were buried under the rocks.

The next day, the rain became more fierce, and the original dirt road became a swamp. The army struggled in the swamp for three days.

On the seventh day, they passed the volantila river. The river rose sharply and broke the bridge. Hundreds of soldiers sacrificed their lives in order to get into the water and build a bridge.

On the ninth day, dozens of feet wide cracks appeared on the road. With more than 30 believers and more than 500 craftsmen, Manda spent two days building a soft bridge with bark and rattan. On the March, the soft bridge broke and hundreds of soldiers were killed.

Manda is really curious. Zeus has the ability to collapse. Why not use it on the enemy?

……

Along the way, the heavy rain never stopped, and nearly one fifth of the soldiers died on the March.

Manda prayed to Hermes day and night. After suffering for more than ten days, they finally reached the brittle rock valley.

Through the brittle rock valley is the Southwest Territory. The exhausted soldiers finally came to the end. The protection of the gods was obvious. Outside the valley, the rain was still torrential, but inside the valley, they saw the sun.

That is the warm sunshine that makes them yearn for.

But before crossing the valley, Manda made a condition that only those who recite Hermes\'s name and sincerely pray to Hermes are eligible to enter the canyon.

This is a very harsh condition, especially for those who are punished by God. It is a bow to heresy and even suspected of apostasy.

The generals of the divine punishment army gnash their teeth. Some people are ready to use force.

But Leo was very sober. He looked at the terrain of brittle rock valley and knew that there was no possibility of strong attack.

Don\'t mention him. Archduke sheltai once sent Brayton to attack brittle rock mountain. Brayton applied his tactics to the extreme, and it is inevitable to fail miserably in the end.

Looking at Manda\'s stern look, Leo realized that there was no room for negotiation. But the mood of the punisher was not easy to appease. He had to find the divine messenger Wilkins first.

"Can you set an example for everyone first?"

Jenkins certainly would. He led his soldiers to pray to Hermes first.

Driven by the divine Messenger, the punishers came forward one by one to recite the name of Hermes. Manda examined the expressions of the people one by one. As long as someone was absent-minded, he would be expelled from the team immediately.

Manda didn\'t do this to accumulate merit. It was a life and death choice.

Hermes is protecting this land. If there is no unity of faith, what can Hermes use to resist the power of Zeus?

……

Hearing that Manda was about to return, Silva quickly got ready to welcome him. It\'s easy to say what he won. This time he was defeated. This situation certainly can\'t be celebrated. Just get together and have a meal.

But the food must be carefully selected, warm and happy to eat, and let Manda forget the trouble of defeat in a meal.

The poet told Silva not to worry. Manda would stay in parrot city for some time.

Silva felt it was time to make preparations: "the master suffered outside and was wronged. He had to live a comfortable life at home."

While talking, a maid grabbed two live chickens and went to the kitchen. Silva frowned and said, "where are you going to take the chicken? I prepared it for the master!"

The maid replied, "Archduke sheltai said he would eat two more chickens today."

"Isn\'t it enough for him to eat four roast chickens a day!" Silva was very angry. "The master is too kind to him, just a prisoner, and so arrogant!"

The poet shook his head and said with a smile, "this is not kindness. You don\'t understand his value. What Manda gets from him is far more than a few chickens."

While he was talking, the craftsman official Mu Saudi Arabia (in the king\'s capital, the green craftsman took refuge in Manda with his children) reported: "Sir, there is a crack in a section of the city wall, and the craftsmen are blocking it with clay."

The poet frowned and said, "what a wide crack?"

"More than two fingers."

The poet said angrily, "what else should we build? It\'s directly demolished and rebuilt!"

"That part of the city wall is very dangerous, and I heard that the Marquis is coming back..."

The poet sighed and said, "I\'ll go and have a look. You\'re really disappointing!"

The poet left, and the maid was still waiting for Silva\'s orders.

"Housekeeper, these two chickens..."

"Take it to him to eat," sighed the housekeeper. "Hermes bless him and let him be obedient and bring us all the good things on his side."

As soon as the maid left, Ogg ran over again and shouted at the maid, "I want chicken, I want the fattest chicken."

Silva said angrily, "didn\'t you eat a roast chicken today?"

"I ate it myself. It\'s only for the great prophet!"

"To the Great Prophet..." Silva was stunned. "You\'re going to be promoted five steps!"

Ogg nodded and Silva said happily, "good thing, this is a great good thing. I asked people to prepare more chickens and more cans of good wine. The great prophet is really generous. He only needs such ordinary sacrifices."

……

The poet inspected the city wall and finally ordered it to be torn down and rebuilt.

This is a little frustrating. Last month, he wrote to Manda and reported the good news of completing the siege.

But now that Manda is coming back, something like this has happened.

In any case, we can\'t be perfunctory. It\'s like our own yard. Every inch of the courtyard wall has to be carefully taken care of.

After a few days of supervision at the scene, the poet returned to his residence after seeing some eyebrows on the wall. When he saw many people running to Ogg\'s house to celebrate, the poet knew that Ogg had become a fifth order believer.

What gift should I give him? Ogg is his own family. Like himself, he is a main member of the claudesai family.

Full of blessings mixed with a little envy, the poet took a lot of trouble to be promoted to level 4.

Titan takes good care of his followers. They are promoted quickly and do not need special sacrifices. A few chickens and a few cans of wine are enough to be recognized by the gods

The poet\'s thinking was suddenly interrupted by a cold. He turned his face and looked at the cottage where sheltai lived.

Cronus is the second generation of God King, but he is also the king of Titan.

A few chickens and a few cans of wine can also be sacrificed to Cronus.

Sheltai recently ordered a lot of chickens and cans of wine.

Is there some coincidence, is there any chance that sheltai is preparing for the promotion ceremony

The poet took a breath and quietly came to the cottage where sheltai lived.

Sheltai was sitting in the hall. He smiled when he saw the guard appear in front of him pushing the poet\'s wheelchair.

"I\'ve been waiting for you for a while."

The poet looked calmly and said, "I don\'t know what to tell you?"

Sheltai stood up, took a deep breath, smiled and said, "tonight, the believers of Hephaestus will be unable to move, including his body and his trap."