If people who do not know the situation saw this scene, they would certainly think that she hates them very much, or even worse, spit on them. But Lars, who knew her temperament well, understood that this fiery nature of hers meant that she cared more and more about them, and that was a disposition that only flew when she was with good friends and relatives.
She glanced at Lars, who was standing behind her, and asked, "How is it?"
"The Hittites are on the move! The Hittite emperor is coming with his soldiers." Lars replied in a concise and easy-to-understand manner.
His words immediately made the three people who had been afraid to move jump up. "What!?"
"And it's even an imperial expedition!"
She went on to ask, "How many of them are coming?"
"Thirty thousand!"
Four sniff sounded at once, apparently they were son shocked by this that they couldn't even say anything.
Thirty thousand! She furrowed her delicate eyebrows, gauging the gap between the enemy and them, and could imagine that if this battle was fought they would definitely lose.
"Queen, what should we do!?" All four of them looked at her.
"We need to get out of here as soon as possible, they don't expect to get here quickly, and it will take time for them to find us, so ... I'm calling you all here to discuss an escape route." She took out a piece of parchment with a simple map drawn on it, which she had recently observed with her binocular.
Ramon asked suspiciously, "Why does the Queen act as if she knew they would come?"
She sighed and said, "We escaped into the Gerry Mountains, and the fact that the Hittite army suddenly didn't move and didn't check the situation on the periphery, and acted as if they weren't worried about us running out means that there must be a conspiracy, and that they weren't prepared to leave us to fend for ourselves, but were prepared to drive us to extinction."
The four heard her out before they realized what they had overlooked.
Feeling ashamed, Ross then asked, "So you've been cutting down a lot of trees lately, as well as making us pick up piles of boulders, and having Opal pick up medicine, all because ..."
She smiled appreciatively and said, "That's right, and it's because of Hittite's arrogance that we have won this little bit of time, so naturally we have to make good use of it."
"Yes!" Ross nodded respectfully and secretly sighed, how honored he was to follow her, and that decision in his heart became even more firm.
There was admiration in his eyes, as well as fascination.
After observing the terrain, Artemis pointed out a location on the parchment - the deepest part of the Gerry Mountains, known as the "Great Maze of Ten Thousand Years".
Once someone got into this legendary deepest part of the Gerry Mountains, they would get lost, no one could walk out.
This place made the four people astonished. But looking at her calm and confident lavender eyes, they recovered their composure. As long as she said, no matter what danger they encounter, they were sure they could definitely walk out.
They discussed until midnight. She didn't let them go back until it was completely dark and there was no light.
After everyone rested, a figure quietly slipped out of the woods, came to the forest. A black eagle rushed down, this black shadow hid in the night. He took out a sheepskin from his body and hesitated inexplicably. After a long hesitation, he stuffed the sheepskin into the bamboo tube at the foot of the black eagle.
The shadow didn't leave here until the black eagle disappeared into the night.
*
Three days later -
Located at the junction of the desert and the high mountains of the Gerry Mountains, the temperature began to plummet, so that Artemis that has always been healthy caught cold unexpectedly.
In the tent, because of the high fever, her drunken red face was alarmingly hot, her body temperature gradually rose to a worrying level, and she could only lie in bed all day, unable to do anything, and her purple eyes were much dimmer.
Lars frowned and blamed himself for his negligence. Opal kept using towels to help her warm up the compresses, but it didn't help much.
Once out of the tent, Opal's collar was grabbed by Ramon, who asked nervously, "How is it? Is she all right? Did she drink the medicine?" He asked all the questions in one breath, and his huge palm was gripped tighter and tighter.
Opal pushed away his hand, straightened his clothes, and then spoke, "Not very well, the medicine she drank in is vomiting out, and she muttered nonsense constantly."
His words made the four people who were waiting here look miserable to the extreme, especially Lars, his expressionless face instantly covered with a layer of cold ice. In this backward era, a cold was enough to kill a person.