I learned some of the Harrogas system from Anna's mouth. Since women were created before men in Norse mythology, the holy women of the clan held a very high position and held sacred affairs such as sacrifices. The Presbytery, on the other hand, is responsible for the daily affairs of the clan, and when encountering major daily activities, the Presbyterian Council, which is composed of seven elders and holy women in the clan, makes decisions, and the seven elders each have one vote, while the holy daughter has two votes. So if Anya agrees with Cook's innocence, there is a good chance that Cook will be forgiven.
Knowing this, I felt a little comfort in my heart, but that night, I still couldn't sleep. Anna walked over to my bed and said softly, "Can't sleep?" I opened my eyes and nodded.
"Then I'll tell you a story, and when you're done, you'll sleep."
"Okay."
Twenty-four years ago, the fallen three-winged angels Revy Zodan and Behemoth awoke from the seal and gathered many of their original men, who had quietly come to Harogas in a vain attempt to obtain the energy of the World Stone, using Harogas as a base to continue their rebellion against the Celestial Realm. Just in time for the Celestial Court to draw away a hundred of the strongest barbarian warriors, Harogas's defenses were quite weak. The fallen angels attacked quite fiercely, and that night the flames of killing burned the boundless firmament, meteors and lightning fell from the sky like rain, the dark wings of the fallen angels obscured the starry sky, and the breath of death and despair fluttered everywhere. My father, the captain of the castle, was cut in half by his Saber of Light during a conversation with Rewizzardin, and my mother was seriously wounded in the course of leading the female warriors in battle. She was rescued back to the city and said to our sisters, 'We Harogas, even if we die, do not be sad, but be proud of me and your father!' That's the last thing she left us. I was only three years old, but the scene of that night seemed to be etched in my mind. Although our belief is that death is better than surrender, I still felt afraid and hopeless that day, and I believe that many people felt that way that day. It was in the midst of that despair that I looked up and saw that on the highest altar in the city, facing the flames and lightning, facing death and despair, the Holy Virgin Eskimin stood proudly, her eyes firm and clear, her long hair flying in the wind, and the dagger in her hand stabbed into her chest. Blood slowly fell down her wounds, but the runes on the altar were red, and the golden light soared into the sky, and the three ancient barbarian warriors sacrificed themselves in the golden light to kill the fallen angels. I was moved by the sight before me, looking up to the holy Eskimin like a god. Later, reinforcements from Hell and The Heavenly Court arrived, and the fallen angels were defeated, but it seems to us that Harogas would have fallen long ago without Eskimin's call for self-sacrifice. And later I heard that that kind of summoning was exchanged for sacrificing one's own life, and the longer the gods who were summoned fought, the more lives they sacrificed. When Eskimin was burned to death by humans, the angry Harogas even decided to declare war on humans, which was later extinguished. Because Cook had defected to Hell, the elders blocked the news about him, and I didn't know that he was actually the father of the Holy Daughter Eskimin. True, at tomorrow's trial, Cook should be acquitted. ”
When I heard this, my heart was as loose as unloading a big stone, but there was still a little question: "Then why did Nirasek treat Cook like that?" ”
After Cook surrendered to Hell, as compensation, Harogas recruited fifty warriors from the Celestial Court, including nilasek's two sons, and neither of them returned. Although our people are proud of dying in battle, Nilasek will also have some hatred. Okay, now rest assured, right? Then sleep well. ”
The moonlight from the window sprinkled on Anna's face, her smile shining brightly, and I smiled and nodded, and went to sleep peacefully. In the dream, I saw the night of the killing more than twenty years ago, and I saw the holy woman, but the face of the saint was clearly Anna...
The next day it was overcast, the fading grass covered with white frost on the side of the road trembled in the wind, the occasional rolled-up snowflakes on the roof trees drifted in the air from time to time, and the ancient parliament hall was covered with snow, majestic and heavy, and closed its dignified door after devouring everyone. Anna and I, neither elders nor dignitaries of the clan, could only wait anxiously and patiently outside the chamber of parliament.
Time seems to be frozen by this cold, and there is no result for a long time. Suddenly there was a noise at the door, a bunch of barbarians whirring and running, and more people came and went to the city gate, and people whispered: The soldiers who were recruited have returned! I didn't care about it, but Anna ran over and asked, "Really?" Where are they now? ”
The man she pulled pointed to the north of the town: "It's the barracks over there." ”
Anna greeted me and ran over without turning her head.
I was a little stunned and followed.
The barracks north of the castle were actually just a few rows of simple houses, the leader of the group to attend the Presbytery was not there, and the garrison soldiers were at the door talking to the people who led the team back. When I entered the door, there were dozens of corpses of barbarians lying densely in the atoms, all covered with white cloth, as if they were downed trees. Some barbarians searched for their loved ones next to the corpses, while others wept silently beside the corpses.
Next to the corpse stood a dozen armed barbarians, covered in dust, and Anna said something to them, and then rushed into the room on the right. I followed, and there was a smell of blood and medicine in the room, and Anna stood dazed in front of a comatose barbarian bed, whose hair was red, and when I looked closely, it was Dia!
