Aztec Eternals

Shuttle nodded and followed the messenger.

The high priest was very solemn today, wearing a full set of equipment. Ruby Divine Crown, Sun Cloak, Gold and Silver Sun and Moon Robe, Golden Feather Bracers, Wolf Feather Shoes. There is an additional artifact in his hand: the Weeping Feather Scepter in the mural of the Sun God, the head of the wand is bent downwards, and at the end is a golden snake head. His pace was slow and firm, and he walked across the aisle separated by the "Broken Hair Warriors" to the dazzling "Skull Warrior".

Seeing this scene, Shiloh was inexplicably familiar, and remembered some of the games he was fond of in the past. He turned his head to look around, but saw that no matter priests, nobles, or warriors, everyone held their breaths and lowered their eyes, daring not to disturb, nor to look directly at this sacred scene.

"Skull Warrior" Tisok stood up from his shoulders and looked down. He was extraordinarily tall, and also fluttered the same sun cloak behind him. Then pick up the scepter of the sun **** on his waist and touch the scepter in the hands of the high priest, representing the communication of the gods. The two suns finished a silent and complicated ritual, like a pantomime, and then resumed human communication in the eyes of everyone in awe.

"Theocracy in the city-state era is a bit like the pharaohs of ancient times. Relying on the rule of myths, once the myths are broken, people's hearts will be at a loss." Scholot thought.

The human communication between the king and the high priest was short-lived. Soon, he saw Huttle beckoning, and then Huosoke stepped forward, bowed his head and knelt on one knee, and let the king grab his hair. Sherlot had seen this scene on the mural and guessed that it should be a meaning of swearing to give his life. Then the young man peeked at the king, and between the gaps of the bone helmet, the patterns were interlaced, and the specific face could not be seen clearly, but he felt that he was about forty or fifty years old.

When it was Shulot's turn, it was relatively simple. The king just glanced at the young man, nodded slightly, and waved his hand to give a delicate obsidian dagger with a gorgeous turquoise inlaid on the handle. Coincidentally, the dagger that the boy used to be given away during the capture.

After seeing the relatives, the king summoned some great nobles and priests in turn, and did some procedural etiquette. Then the high priest invited the king to enter the ancient city and enjoy a dinner together.

The dinner was the most sumptuous meal for Shulot since he was a child. The first is the corn, pumpkin, and kidney beans in the heavy pottery, which represent the three most important staple foods bestowed on the world by the gods. But it's a bit of an etiquette, and no one eats it on such occasions.

Then there was a bowl of blood-red cocoa drink with peppers, honey, and allspice added to it, and then adjusted to the color of blood. This is the drink of warriors and nobles, and everyone must drink it with a serious and solemn expression. After Shirott finished drinking, his face changed color completely, and it tasted bitter, spicy, sweet and cocoa.

The next food is quite normal, boiled tomato, boiled turkey, boiled venison, boiled cactus, boiled papaya, boiled avocado, and tequila with insects or peppers, you can choose freely according to your preferences.

Shiroute stopped after eating a little, and so did everyone. The tableware in his hand is a small obsidian dagger with a shallow dent in the middle. It can be used as a spoon or fork for cutting meat, but be careful not to scratch your mouth. In this kind of formal occasion, the wooden spoon that Shilote likes every day is not so easy to carry on the table.

After drinking a few times, Shuter waved his hand and motioned for His Royal Highness to perform a dance.

The first thing in the line is the sacrificial dance. The brazier is lit with tobacco leaves and spices, and the mysterious fragrance wafts in the hall, making people feel dizzy, as if entering the kingdom of God. Then a group of priests wearing feathers and crowns and wearing ornaments stepped forward, dancing or performing, and sang old and simple songs:

My heart is a flower,

It blooms suddenly,

Is the king of the night,

oh oh oh oh ah.

The goddess returned from afar,

Our Mother Earth,

gave me all things,

oh oh oh oh ah.

I am the **** of corn, born in heaven,

where the flowers bloom.

The only flowers that day,

Yantara, Yantara, ah, ah, ah.

I am the **** of corn, born in the land of rain and fog,

The embrace of human beings in their childhood.

The hometown of the **** of the mountains,

Yantara, Yantara, ah, ah, ah.

Dawn comes, and there is a splendid sunrise.

I use colorful spoons,

Drink honey from the tachibana,

Yantara, Yantara, ah, ah, ah.

on the earth,

Walking in the bustling market.

I, Quetzalcoatl, Quetzalcoatl,

is the ruler of the world,

Yantara, Yantara, ah, ah, ah.

The priest's singing is long and strong, and the ring is tinkling, a kind of vicissitudes of life fade away with the wind. King Tisok was completely fascinated, nodding his head lightly in tune with the rhythm. After the song ended, it took a long time for him to come back to his senses: "High priest, what kind of divine song is this? I've never heard it before."

"Your Majesty, this is the song of the Feathered Serpent God." Shuter nodded with a smile, "Over the years, the priests have studied the murals of the ancient city's ancestors, and there are many myths that are different from ours. This one is about the Feathered Serpent. God was Lord of the world."

Tisok nodded: "When the banquet is over, ask the high priest to tell me the myth of the ancestors. We always have to return to the kingdom of God."

Next is the song of the nobility. Some aristocratic girls wore gorgeous cloaks and warm shirts, swaying gemstone bracelets, and sang happy and joyful aristocratic songs:

I like the colors of the world,

Brilliant flowers and feathers.

In the season that makes your heart flutter,

Lit the intoxicated smoke.

dance with us,

Let your bitterness escape,

to adorn themselves with them,

The beautiful golden cocoa flower,

And then kissed under the flowers.

Share your joy with me,

Sing beautifully here,

The song of birds and parrots,

Reverberating by the clinking spring.

You are like a cup of cocoa,

Having it makes me happy,

My heart is flying,

My heart is flying.

The girl's singing was sweet and cheerful, like a lark on the horizon. The cloak swirled, revealing a graceful body with a hint of charm and temptation. The enthusiastic dance finally ended, and the sweat soaked the single clothes. The girls panted slightly, looking forward to the king on the stage with wet eyes.

Maybe it was because he understood the ferocity hidden in the singing, or maybe it was because he smelled the fragrance of the girls so close at hand, Shirault felt a rush of blood, and his face flushed after a while.

The others in front of the hall remained calm. Tisok stroked his hand and praised, "The singing and dancing are good, although it is not as grand as the capital, it has a pure feeling."

Shuttle nodded and chuckled: "Did your Majesty have any intentions of singing and dancing here?"

Tisok shook his head and said, "On the march, I'm not in a hurry for the joy of singing."

Shuttle waved his hand and told the girls to retreat.

Finally, there is the dance of warriors. The best warriors of the city-state walked into the temple, led by Orosh, adorned with bright flowers, holding ancient shields and sticks without obsidian pieces. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The shield and stick struck each other, and they sang the song of the samurai and the flower:

The life of a soldier is like a flower drifting away,

All glory will eventually depart,

The dazzling glory goes to the dust.

Is there any brightest moment?

Let the flowers die in bloom,

Leave an unforgettable song!

Let my heart be devoted to the earth,

This world is just in a hurry~

The warrior's dance was first soothing and calm, then clanging, and finally everything returned to awe-inspiring calm. Afterwards, Oloshi, headed by him, walked up to the front of the temple, knelt down on one knee, and presented Tisok with a bouquet of flowers.

Tisok just nodded slightly, kept his distance from God, and said nothing.

Shuttle waved his hand to let the warriors back down, and then asked, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"It's okay." Tisock said simply, obviously not very interested.

"High Priest, since the singing and dancing is over." Tisok turned slightly sideways, with some anticipation in his tone, "And tell me about the myths of the ancestors in detail. When this expedition is over, I can go to the sun stone in the temple. On the side of the sacrificial plate, the myths and battles are carved into a new sacrificial plate."

"I am willing to serve you."

The long dinner was finally over, and we bid farewell to the king who was in high spirits. The crowd dispersed, and the three grandparents were finally able to get together.

Looking around, Huosoke asked softly, "Father, you specially arranged the singing and dancing, do you see how the new king is?"

"Excellent divine descendants, qualified nobles, and lacking commanders." Shuter thought for a moment, the old wrinkles did not affect the sharp look in his eyes, "I am afraid that this expedition will be difficult to win, but it will only be a small defeat! "

Only then did Shilot seem to understand something. Looking at his grandfather, he was convinced.