Just then.
An old man dressed in gorgeous priest robes slowly walked into the hall.
His appearance seemed to bring a subtle change to the depressing atmosphere.
Seeing this, Pharaoh quickly stood up to greet him, his tone unable to conceal his anxiety:
"High Priest, have you contacted our Egyptian gods? Are they willing to quell this disaster?"
The high priest's sigh echoed in the empty hall.
It was like a heavy stone falling into the bottom of a deep well, causing ripples of helplessness and despair.
He shook his head slowly and said in a deep voice:
"My king, the affairs of the gods are beyond the comprehension of mortals like us."
"But compared to the vague oracles, I am more worried about the reality before my eyes."
"——Our fields, the land that nurtures life and hope, were almost completely destroyed by this ice disaster."
"The surviving crops are also in danger under the continuous hailstorms and their survival hangs by a thread."
"We, my king, are standing on the brink of famine. The land beneath our feet is no longer fertile, but has become a black hole that devours hope."
"Every grain of food that disappears is a loss of life for the Egyptian people."
"We are starving!"
Pharaoh trembled when he heard this.
In those once steadfast eyes, there was now an indescribable fear and regret.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if trying to grab something, but only felt the cold air.
"Retribution... Is this really retribution for my past decisions?"
His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of pain and struggle.
Recalling the previous disasters.
——The bloody water dyed the gentleness of the Nile red;
The croaking of frogs and the swarm of flies fill every night;
Lice are infesting every home like a tide;
The specter of livestock plagues loomed over the country;
The boils left indelible scars on people.
These disasters, like nightmares, pushed Egypt to the brink of collapse.
However, the most despairing thing is the sudden summer hail.
In this land that has never seen snowflakes, hail is like the messenger of death, ruthlessly destroying everything!
The people of Egypt, wearing thin clothes, shivered in the biting cold.
There is no winter in Egypt, and the clothes in the homes of ordinary people are not enough to keep out the cold.
Besides the imminent famine, if this continues, who knows how many people will freeze to death!
The strong wind blew with a biting chill.
Hailstones in the sky were like stones, mercilessly hitting the ancient Egyptian land.
Everything seemed to be trembling under this violent weather.
In this extremely depressing atmosphere, Pharaoh Ramses II sat silently on the throne, without saying a word for a long time.
Those deep eyes seemed to contain thousands of years of hardships and endless determination.
Finally, he spoke slowly.
Although the voice was soft, it echoed in the empty hall like thunder.
"To the Nile, set off now!"
The high priest's face changed suddenly when he heard this.
He hurried forward a few steps, his voice filled with anxiety and confusion.
"My king, it's freezing cold outside right now, with hailstones as sharp as knives. What are you doing there?"
Ramses II stood up suddenly.
His face was firm and his eyes gleamed with determination.
He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word:
"Moses asked me to let the Hebrews leave Egypt, and I did what he wanted!"
Feng Feng, who was standing by, was taken aback and thought to himself:
"Ramesses...is he back to normal?"
This famous hero king in history was known for his extraordinary wisdom and calmness most of the time.
In the illusion, Ramses II was very rational most of the time.
There is no difference between him and the great heroic king mentioned in history.
But whenever the Hebrews left Egypt, his eyes grew empty.
Then they do irrational things that will hurt both sides.
This dispute, caused by the bet between Moses and Pharaoh, has widened the rift between Egypt and the Hebrews.
In the past, the Hebrews were just unknown slaves.
Now, in the eyes of the Egyptians, they have become enemies burdened with blood!
Every encounter was filled with hostility and hatred.
Now when Egyptians look at them, they see them as murderers.
Even the land where the Hebrews lived was temporarily spared from the natural disasters sent by God.
But the hostility and rejection from the Egyptians were enough to make their lives much worse than before.
But there is also a trace of fear in the hearts of the Egyptians.
The rumors about the gods behind the Hebrews bringing disaster hung like a shadow over their hearts.
So that they would not dare to kill the Hebrews easily.
then.
The two sides are deadlocked in this complex and delicate relationship, and peace seems to be an unattainable luxury.
"Letting the Hebrews leave as soon as possible may be a relief for everyone." Feng Feng thought to himself.
He originally thought that all of this was secretly controlled by the power of Jehovah.
The intention is to achieve a certain purpose through the will of the Pharaoh.
But at this moment, it seems that Ramses II can show such a resolute side at this moment, without any sign of being controlled.
It was really beyond his expectation.
"It turns out that he is not unable to compromise, but this compromise is too heavy and too tragic." Feng Feng murmured to himself.
His eyes followed the figure of the Pharaoh who was about to step into the snow and ice.
There is an indescribable feeling and expectation in my heart.
Only a truly painful price can make him wake up. It can be regarded as one of the few good things among a bunch of bad things.
Jin Shile slapped his thigh suddenly.
The voice was full of astonishment and confusion, as if it wanted to tear the heavy air apart.
"Something's wrong, brothers! Didn't we hear that ten natural disasters are waiting for Egypt?"
"It's only the seventh game, why is he just throwing in the towel like a frost-bitten eggplant?"
"Those three catastrophes that are still hanging in the air, could it be that they just grew legs and came here on their own?"
As soon as these words came out.
The five people's eyes instantly focused on Mai Xuan.
Like five sharp swords, they pierced through the surrounding noise and unrest.
Mai Xuan felt uncomfortable with this sudden gaze.
A layer of fine goose bumps appeared involuntarily on my arms.
It was as if even the air was silently questioning him.
He shrugged.
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you treating me like an encyclopedia?"
"I'm not an eyewitness to ancient Egypt, so how could I know so many details?"
"I knew that the history books eventually recorded the Ten Plagues. As for the process, I can only continue to watch the illusion."
Mai Xuan smiled bitterly, but his eyes were shining with curiosity and desire for the unknown world.
"But..."
He changed the subject and his eyes became deep.
"Maybe... the Pharaoh regretted it halfway through?"
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