Chapter 700: : I can't wait any longer

? The prophet walked to the door of the temple, holding a small round heating stove in his hand.
The white shark gauze robes hung down to the ankles, his eyes were covered by shark gauze, and the blue silk fell like a waterfall, and the cold wind mixed with moisture blew in, blowing the hem of the clothes fluttering.
At this moment, he looked like an immortal who might ascend at any time.
The two servants knelt on the ground, and they looked into the eyes of the prophet, full of reverence.
The shell wind chime hanging above the gate swayed gently, making a crisp crashing sound, and circling continuously in this empty temple.
"Haven't the people sent to Rock City answer?"
The prophet's voice was cold and cold, falling on the stone slab like jade beads.
The attendant’s forehead was placed on the floor, and he respectfully replied, "No."
It stands to reason that every temple must have a high priest, and the high priest is usually chosen by a witch doctor in the beast city, but if there was no witch doctor in the beast city before, or the ability of the witch doctor is not competent. As the high priest, the Temple of Ten Thousand Beasts has the right to appoint other orcs to serve as high priest.
Since the Rock City was built, there has been no high priest in the temple, which is obviously unruly.
The Presbyterian Church talks about this for a long time almost every day.
Now that the Rock City is developing like the sky and the strength is very strong, they really want to take the opportunity to insert their confidants into the temple of the Rock City as high priests.
It's a pity that the prophet never nodded in agreement.
The elders did not dare to disobey the prophet, but they were not reconciled to just give up the fatness and lack of the high priest of the Rock Temple. Every day they looked for opportunities to come to the prophet and say a few words.
In order to cope with these elders, the prophet sent his servant to Rock City last month to see what Shuangyun thinks about the candidate for the high priest.
Who knows that the attendant is gone forever.
The prophet actually didn't care about the position of the high priest of the Rock Temple. He just wanted to know what happened to Slowly, but it was a pity that he didn't come back and he had nothing to do.
Once he could clearly see the slow future with his own eyes, but now, he can only see a blur.
Only instinct told him that his life would be in danger.
Thunder and lightning flashed in the night sky, and the rain was still falling.
The shell wind chime was swayed wildly by the wind, and the impact became more intense and compact.
The prophet was silent for a long time before speaking.
"I'm going away for a while. After I'm gone, you will thank you behind closed doors."
Upon hearing this, the two servants raised their heads at the same time, looking at the prophet in disbelief.
"My lord, you want to go out?!"
"Ok."
"But can't you go out?"
After the prophet took charge of the Temple of Ten Thousand Beasts, the first prophecy he saw was the picture of himself dying in the hands of monsters.
In order to prevent the prophecy from coming true, he has been living in simplicity and never left the mountain.
But now, he actually wants to take the initiative to leave the temple!
The Prophet’s tone was calm: "I need to find someone, and when I find her, I will come back. You don't need to worry too much."
"It's the rainy season, and the heavy rain is endless. Even if you want to go out, please wait for the rain to stop before escorting you away."
Faced with the persuasion of the servants, the prophet never changed his mind.
"I can't wait any longer."
If you wait any longer, you may be dead soon.
The servants had no choice but to summon the guards as quickly as possible.
Of the twelve guards, five of them are working in other places. People can't come back for a while, and now only seven guards can be found, including Shuang Jing.
On weekdays, the guards were all fascinating, and rarely appeared neatly in the same place as they are now.
They stood quietly in the temple, and their aura of being strong spread silently.
When they heard that the prophet was going down the mountain, they showed a look of doubt or surprise at the same time.
The Prophet had no intention to explain. He took out a small wooden box and handed it to Shuang Jing: "You send this box to Sun City, and when the Emperor Bai arrives there, you will give it to the Emperor Bai."
The two mirrors took the wooden box with both hands: "Yes."
"I went down the mountain this time to find someone. After I find her, I will come back."
Guards: "We will protect your safety."
"No, you don't need to follow me."
The guards were very surprised.
The Prophet said calmly: "You stay in the Temple of Ten Thousand Beasts, help me stare at the elders, don't let those guys do things when I am away."
Although the guards had doubts about the prophet's decision, they finally nodded in response because of their trust in the prophet.
"Yes!"
Another thunder and lightning crossed the sky, and the loud rumbling noise was deafening.
The face of the prophet flashed by in the thunder.
"If I can't come back, you will hold this position for me until my successor appears."
Hearing that, the gods and guards are all stunned.
They wanted to say something, but saw the Prophet raise his hand: "I know what you want to say, my body is already going to be dying, even if I don't go down the mountain, I can't hold it for long."
The guards look complicated.
The eyes of the prophet were born to see through to the future. This is a gift from heaven.
But God also deprived him of his health.
One gain and one loss is fair.
The Prophet gently stroked the small heater in his hand. He didn't get much warmth in his life. The only warmth he had in his hands became more precious.
"I have been trapped by this temple for too long. I am really tired. I want to see the outside world before I leave."
The guards didn't say anything to dissuade.
They backed out in silence.
The rain is still falling, as if it is endless.
Putting on a black cloak, the prophet walked down the stairs step by step in the worried eyes of the servants.
He rarely goes out. The last time he walked this way was more than ten years ago.
At that time, he slowly descended the mountain, holding her and walking down here.
She once invited him to Rock Mountain as a guest with a smile.
I don’t know if she remembers this thing...
Before he knew it, the Prophet had already reached the foot of the mountain, his face hidden under his hood, and the rain and mist had blurred his figure. No one recognized his identity along the way.
When he walked to the outer city and passed the shops, he saw orcs hawking umbrellas.
"This is an umbrella purchased from Rock City. The umbrella ribs are made of high-quality bamboo, and the umbrella surface is also made of specially treated animal skins. It is smooth and strong. As long as you hold it, you must I won’t let a drop of rain fall on my body..."
The words Rock City caught the prophet's footsteps.
He walked over, reached out and picked up an umbrella: "How do you sell it?"
"Just a colorless spar."
To be honest, the price is too expensive, but the prophet doesn't care.
He gave out a colorless spar and bought the umbrella.
Open the umbrella, and the wet rain is immediately isolated. It is indeed a wonderful little thing.
The prophet held the smooth handle of the umbrella, thinking that this must be something that was slowly fiddled.
Only she will spend her mind on the details of life.
He walked out of the Ten Thousand Beast City under the umbrella, his lonely and cold figure gradually walked away, disappearing into the endless rain and fog...