The sunset is in the west, and the sunset glow reflects the mountains. Autumn in the Mexican plateau is dark green and yellowish for a good harvest. The birds all over the sky were driven away by the farmers, watching the dark green cornfield in the sky. And the continuous camps are patrolled by warriors, and the ground is covered with yellowish tall grass.

"May the goddess of harvest and fertility, bless..."

Shulot turned his back to the temple of the Goddess of Harvest, his face was as solemn as a warrior, and his mouth was full of pious prayers like a farmer.

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