Aztec Eternals

The strong wind blew through the mountains and fields, bringing with it the slight chill of the northern continent. When Red Crow Amosi changed from a sad old farmer to a cunning and threatening canine chief, hundreds of miles away in the south, hundreds of canoes finally broke out from the mountains upstream of the Tampen River tributary and docked at The confluence of rivers with gentle flow.

"O Lord God! The gray wolf in the wilderness traveled four hundred miles eastward, and the towering mountains hung hundreds of people high. And the wolf-like warriors landed here, broke out of the barren and desolate valley cage, and finally came to this vast and vibrant place. The green fields and fertile fields!…”

The poet Paramo staggered, jumped out of the sturdy but somewhat damaged boat, and stood on the Asakusa plain by the river, unable to open his eyes.

The 400-mile upstream of the Tampeng River tributary was located in the mountains. It was very difficult to navigate, with a large drop and fast current. It really shook him a little dizzy! Several times his boat hit the river beach, and several pieces of the front plate of the boat were knocked off. The navigation capability of this upper reaches is at its peak for shallow-bottomed and flexible canoes, and even larger galleys may be in trouble.

After taking a few breaths, the poet Paramo took a deep breath, widened his weathered eyes, and looked lovingly at the green land. He even knelt down on the ground in excitement and kissed the slightly fishy and moist soil.

"Ah! Thousands of miles of fertile wilderness in the east, the plains beside the Tampen River, the rich fields of the Huastec people! Even the soil by the river has the fragrance of grass and trees, and is much more moist than the barren sand in the wasteland. Much more! This is the blessing of the Lord God and a gift from the Mother Goddess of the Earth!..."

"Quack...quack! Quack...quack!"

Several large-billed crows circled in the sky and croaked very loudly. This large crow unique to America grows to half a meter long, has a rather slender beak, and occupies the ecological niche of small raptors. At this moment, their sharp eyes widened, looking down at the boats docking one after another on the river, and the bipedal beasts that kept getting off the boats, judging whether there would be food or danger.

In the past few years, they have been smart enough to patrol hundreds of miles of swamps and plains. They have seen too many fights between two-legged beasts and eaten many dead bodies. And these bipedal beasts covered in fur, feathers, and possessing slender single claws are often the makers of corpses of the same kind, as well as the occasionally dangerous crow hunters.

"Ancestor! Praise Chief Paramo! He conquered this fertile land in the east and led our Qingqiu tribe to finally come out of the wasteland and valley!..."

"Oh! Brother-in-law, the chief, there is so much water, so much grass and trees here! Wow! There is an abandoned village over there, and there are fields around it!..."

"Yes! It's such a good place, much better than the dry wasteland! Brother-in-law of the chief, from now on, these hundreds of miles of fertile land by the river will belong to our Qingqiu tribe, right?! Hehe, do you want it? For the sake of my sister, please take more care of our Guamar tribe..."

"Huh? Where are the Huastecs, the original farming tribe here? Ah! Chief Daddy, you won't let us farm, will you? ... But I want to go hunting or fighting! Those are the warriors of the tribe What to do…”

As a large group of small boats docked, hundreds of canine-headed people wearing straw coats, furs, feathers and bone ornaments, carrying large bows and bone arrows, all swarmed ashore. They surrounded the poet Páramo in the center, saluting and cheering chaotically, shouting various titles.

Most of the tribal warriors wearing ordinary clothes and holding spears stood around obediently, shouting "Chief Baramo" in unison. A small number of tribal leaders wearing armor, carrying bows, and carrying battle axes all came forward. They shouted "Brother-in-law of the Chief", "Brother-in-law of the Chief", and "Daddy Chief", each one getting closer and more enthusiastic than the other, which was quite interesting.

In fact, there is a reason for such a closely related title. Parramo was born into a civilian warrior family in the alliance. Naturally, he did not have the retainer background of a noble family, and he did not have many reliable relatives in the clan who could control more than 100,000 or 200,000 tribesmen for him.

Faced with such a situation, what Páramo came up with was to give full play to his talents, marry into various large tribes in the wilderness, and marry more than twenty tribal noblewomen and noble widows in one go! In this way, he had dozens of brother-in-laws who were heads of state, and a dozen cheap sons who were half-adult. These canine relatives, who are quite influential and have a high status in the tribe, can firmly control the various large tribes for him, and even follow him to fight in the army and go to war everywhere!

"Huh! Shut up! What are you yelling about! Didn't you see that I was praying, chanting, and seeking enlightenment from the gods?!...Why are we gathering together in such a mess? We separated into several teams and went to check the surrounding area. Tan! I’ll camp in that deserted village tonight and clean it up in advance!…”

"I obey you! Great Chief!..."

"Okay! Brother-in-law!"

"Yes! Brother-in-law!"

"It's up to you, Daddy!"

Following the curse of the poet Paramo, the chaotic dog warriors quickly began to take action. Led by well-equipped leaders, the canine warriors formed a team of more than ten or twenty people and ran in all directions. Soon, police posts were set up one by one, and the patrol team also climbed to the surrounding commanding heights, fully demonstrating the scouting ability of the elite canine.

"Huh, Lord God! I have been wandering in the wasteland for more than ten years and have eaten so much sand! This time I finally stepped out of the wasteland and got a real decent piece of land! ... Well, this is the Tampeng River In the middle section, it is three to four hundred miles away from the Wasteland City in the west and the Otter City at the mouth of the sea in the east... The location is just right, there are two rivers intersecting, and the water and soil are very fertile. There are also many Huastec abandoned areas around As long as the tribal people are relocated to the village fields, spring plowing can begin in April and May... It is indeed a good place to build a city!..."

The poet Paramo stood by the river, looking at the surrounding scenery, his heart full of pride and emotion. If the Sacascarat Wilderness is a land of drought and the dry yellow of the Gobi rocks; the Palms Valley is the yellow-green of clumps of cacti and sparse grassland; then the Huastek River Swamp here is full of water, Water green with grass and forest. And if such fertile soil is completely cultivated, then his Qingqiu County and Qingqiu tribe, which has nearly 200,000 people, will have a truly prosperous and stable core foundation that can be passed on to future generations and expanded!

"Your Highness, Your Highness! You asked me to guard Qingqiu, and you asked me to guard Qingqiu in the wasteland valley for more than ten years... Now, you have gone to the cage next to the God King, but I have walked out of the cage in the wasteland valley! …”

The poet Parramo looked at it for a long time, recalling the past years, and his expression felt a little gloomy. At this moment, he was wearing a buffalo skin robe, with a bone sun amulet around his neck, and the traditional canine chieftain's emblems were painted in red ink on his face. He was followed by a large group of canine warriors... No matter how you looked at him, he looked... He is already a complete wasteland chief!

Time is like a river, passing by continuously. Now, more than ten years have passed since the autumn when Shulot first sent him north to run a caravan with the Canine descendants of Guamar and learn about the situation in the North. It has been nearly ten years since he took over Qingqiu County and took over the northern enclave of the kingdom!

The wind and sand in the desert for more than ten years have continuously shaped the hills from Mexico, making him grow and change from a melancholy, gentle and kind Mexica warrior battalion commander, until he became the heroic man he is now. The unruly, cunning and ruthless chief of Paramo!

The only thing that remains unchanged is his love for poetry, just like the awe and speculation in his heart for His Highness who personally promoted and arranged him.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! More than ten years ago, a grass tree and a monkey took refuge in you at the same time. You also personally gave me a surname, called Paramo Rulfo! At that time, the starting point of the grass tree was comparable to The monkey is still tall!…”

"But why are you like a ruthless mountain **** who threw the grass and trees into the barren northern wasteland and into the desolate and remote Qingqiu cage, but you let the monkey stay in the rich lake kingdom, and even became the marshal of the kingdom, always How about guarding the foundation you value most?…”

"Don't you believe in my loyalty, but trust that bumbling monkey?... But my feelings for you are like sunflowers facing the sun! Even if they are not as good as the monkeys who are as close-fitting as cotton cloth, they are How can Ezpin's four-fingered General Prepecha compare to that?!..."

The poet Páramo looked melancholy and sighed lowly. Over the past ten years, his emotions towards Shulot have been very complicated and constantly changing.

"O Lord God! The sun rises and sets, and the desert wind blows and the sand rises! Everything in this world is changing. You are changing, I am changing, and the green hills are changing... The grass and trees are growing bigger and bigger, and once The spacious valley nursery has turned into a narrow tribal prison! But what about you? My mountain god, have you forgotten me?..."

Is Qingqiu a prison? Of course not in the beginning. When Paramo first started to take charge alone, holding tens of thousands of Otomi and dog descendants in his hands, and running the Pamus Qingqiu Valley with a radius of hundreds of miles... He could only feel full of gratitude to His Highness!

But when he stabilized the Qingqiu Valley and gathered more and more canine tribes, he found that the cultivated land in the valley was so limited that it could only support more than 100,000 tribesmen at most. As for the more canine tribes that have been gathered, they can only transport them to the south, to the hinterland of the kingdom, in exchange for the kingdom's food and weapons... It seems that in just a few years, Qingqiu County will expand. , it reached the ceiling...

"Your Highness! Your grass trees have grown into big trees, standing on the high green hills! He looked around and saw desolation! To the east are the descendants of the red crows who migrated eastward, and the Huastec people who were vassals of the alliance. In the alliance, the southwest is the two Otomi states that are vassals of the kingdom, and the southeast is the northeastern state of the Mexica Alliance... The only direction in which it can expand is the west and the Sacascarat Wasteland in the north!"

"But, what is there in the wilderness? How can big trees grow? I only saw the dry Gobi and barren hills, and only sparse cacti! Oh, and there are also large silver mines deep in the northwest wilderness. The ground for a hundred miles is full of silver stones, not even a root of grass grows!”

"But even so, I am still loyal to you with all my heart! As long as you are in the kingdom, as long as you hold the power of the kingdom! No matter it is the commander of the Yin Army in each county or the various tribes in the wilderness, there will be no Any dissatisfaction can be directed by you like an arm!..."

"My Highness, all the army commanders of the kingdom have prepared their armies! And I have mobilized a full 20,000 fierce and brutal canine warriors, who are preparing to fight to the death for you and attack the north of the alliance! These poor tribal warriors You are never afraid of death, and you can still pull out more after beating them all. As long as you can loot, burn and kill, why are you going to the capital city in the lake and actively throwing yourself into the God King's cage?..."

"Don't you know? Once you have an accident...Monkey, Ezpin, me...who can I dedicate my loyalty and our loyalty to? And when the time comes, my ambition and our ambition will no longer be I can’t hold it back anymore!…”

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