Three days later.
In the kingdom of Maya.
The once lush rainforest has now been swallowed up by horrible mud.
In the Mayan Kingdom, the people's village has now become a swamp.
All their fields were destroyed, and they could hardly grow any food in a short period of time.
More and more people of the Mayan Kingdom were forced to flee to an ancient pyramid deep in the rainforest.
They took refuge in it. This was the order given by the Mayan lord when he left.
That is to say, let the soldiers and priests inform those who are still alive as much as possible to come to the Rainforest Pyramid as much as possible.
After all, the Rainforest Pyramid is much safer than other places, especially the rainforest.
In today's rainforest, in addition to the disaster-stricken people of the Mayan Kingdom, there are also many hungry wild beasts.
Their habitats were also destroyed.
The beasts, finding it difficult to find food, turned their attention to the disaster-stricken people of the Mayan Kingdom.
In the past, these ferocious beasts would never dare to provoke these tribesmen.
But things are different now. They are getting hungrier and hungrier, so much so that they have to turn their attention to those who once dominated this land.
"In the name of 'Mother of the Rainforest'!"
“Get lost!”
A priest and several Mayan jungle warriors are searching for surviving tribesmen in the ruins.
However, all they saw along the way were those swollen, pale and terrifying corpses.
When they came to another pond, they saw the wild beasts tearing apart several corpses.
However, they soon heard that one of the "corpses" was still whimpering.
So the priest led the rainforest warriors forward and used magic to drive away the beasts.
“Get lost!”
“Get lost!”
As soon as the rainforest warriors stepped forward, the beasts immediately turned around and ran away.
However, they kept looking back while running, as if they were still thinking about their "food".
"Oh, Mother of the Rainforest! I beg you to grant me the strength to save our poor people."
The priestess gathered the magical light and used her humble magic to restore the poor man on the ground whose intestines were pulled out.
His flesh and blood had already been torn apart, and the blood was almost unable to flow out of his body.
He glanced at the priest and said softly, "Cold... so cold..."
"Lord... Lord..."
The priest gritted his teeth at this time, wishing he could sacrifice his own life to save the life of this tribesman.
However, her magical power is only at the level of a magician.
Although her magic power can heal, it can only heal some minor wounds.
There was absolutely no way she could save someone with a near-death injury like this.
"No!"
"Mother of the Jungle, please give me some more strength!"
"Please! I beg you!"
"No! No..."
She was almost running out of magic power.
After all, this was a tribesman she had finally found in the past few days, a man who was still breathing under her nose.
"He has gone to where the ancestors are."
"Don't feel sad for him. Your tears will only increase the pain of the 'Mother of the Rainforest'."
"We should probably turn back. If we go any further, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it with just the few of us."
As the soldier spoke, his eyes were fixed a little further away.
He had already seen that many hungry beasts were eyeing them.
Moreover, there were quite a lot of wild beasts, and he could tell at a glance that these beasts came from different tribes.
Just like the various Mayan tribes that have been dispersed by the flood today.
When the priest heard what the other party said, she just forced back the tears that were about to fall, and she immediately turned around and left.
The rainforest warriors protected her behind her, trying to prevent the wild beasts from following them.
In the shadow of the rainforest pyramids, the air was damp and heavy.
The Mayan people were crowded together on the narrow stone platform, and hunger and fatigue made them breathless.
Here priests inspect what little food now remains.
A small amount of corn and shriveled cassava.
He knew very well that the food had to be distributed carefully so as to barely keep everyone alive.
The Mayan Lord has been away for two days, seeking help from Holy Egypt, and has not returned yet.
The priests watched over their people, trying to maintain hope with rituals and his words.
Although the tribesmen were loyal, they could not help but begin to worry about the future.
Now, food is running out, homes are gone, and an unknown fate hangs over the land like a dark cloud in the sky.
In the stone chamber, the firelight flickered, illuminating the haggard faces of the tribesmen.
A shriveled corn was carefully broken into a dozen pieces and placed on the stone slab. A dozen pairs of eyes stared at this remaining, meager hope.
The tribesmen sat in a circle and passed the corn silently.
Each person only took a bite and chewed it carefully, for fear of wasting a single grain.
The humid air was filled with a musty smell, and the chirping of insects in the rainforest in the distance sounded like tears.
The children's stomachs growled and the adults hung their heads, trying to hide their despair.
“How many times can this corn be divided?”
A tribesman asked in a low, dry voice, his fingers stroking the small piece of corn in his hand.
"Don't ask, eat first and then we'll talk."
Another tribesman sighed and handed the corn to the old man next to him: "Take a bite, we have to save it, we need it tomorrow."
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