Aztec Eternals

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Darkness is coming, the night is deep.

With Avit's commitment and support, Shilot was very excited. He solemnly knelt down and was ordered to pay homage and bid farewell to the king and his friends. Then, he summoned the long-awaited knight commander, and Bertard picked up the simple earthen jar, and the group hurried to the high priest's palace.

Avit watched the boy leave with a smile. His eyes gradually extended to the sky, then lifted up in the night, skipping the dull stars, and staying on the rising moon. It is mid-January now, and the full moon is like a crystal jade plate, dazzling with pure light.

"The myth is gone, the Reformation. Will the moon still threaten the sun?"

Avit watched for a long time without getting an answer. Immediately, the king turned around calmly and slowly sat back on the icy throne. He reached out and grasped the hard divine scepter again, and fell into a long thought. In the jumping firelight, the light of topaz flickered, sometimes pure, sometimes deep.

At some point, Gilliam silently walked out of the shadows and solemnly bowed to the ground. The king's eyes fell.

"Your Majesty, do you really want His Highness to command the Northern Route Army?"

The intelligence officer raised his head and looked at the king with a solemn expression.

Avet nodded calmly, without hesitation or speaking. He was still thinking about something.

Gilliam pondered for a moment, then bowed down again.

"Your Majesty, forgive my ignorance and fail to understand your intentions. Please also make it clear."

Avit's eyes were fixed on the loyal intelligence officer again, and he waited silently without saying a word.

Gilliam gritted his teeth and saluted again solemnly. This time, his forehead pressed against the icy ground, making a cold sound.

"The high priest's lineup gathers the Northern Road Army, which can be completely eliminated... With the help of the Tarasco... The holy city has long been secretly contacted by the great nobles... It is just that the disposal of the high priest needs to be reported to the elders in advance. ."

The intelligence officer just uttered a few short sentences, and his head was already sweating. He didn't care who the target was, but he was only unsure of the king's intentions.

Hearing this, the abyss flashed through Avit's heart. He hesitated for a moment, then scolded dignifiedly.

"I don't mean it yet. Gillim, you shouldn't!"

The intelligence officer immediately apologized, fell to the ground, and remained silent. After a while, he raised his head again and spoke cautiously.

"Religious reform, military reform, suppressing the nobility, these are all resentments... and all of them are suggestions of His Royal Highness... Maybe let the nobles know... Raise a mass discussion and stop it..."

Shadows flashed again from the king's heart. He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"The religious reform has just begun, and it has already been undertaken by the elders. The military reform has not yet been carried out, and now it must be kept secret. Both are great causes and cannot be damaged by selfishness... I am still prepared to pass it on to him and protect myself... Auspiciousness Mum, don't say anything more."

Gilliam had to kowtow again, and the sweat fell to the ground. After a long while, the intelligence officer still spoke firmly.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness has been out of prison for a month. He has been busy all day, and has never had a day of rest.

He first comforted the fallen warriors and gathered the hearts of the army. Then he preached scriptures and characters in the temple of priests, and was praised by the "God enlightener". Afterwards, I investigated agriculture together with me, studied the great and small nobles, and estimated the land and military strength. He also proposed to reform the commercial law, control strategic materials, and suppress merchants, which the priests unanimously agreed with.

Then, they privately met with the Mayan business group, executed the big merchants in Tarasco, and sent people down the river to collect copper mines. Investigating various industries in the artisan area and recruiting senior jade and masonry workers seems to be meaningful. In the past two days, they inspected the mines of various places, conquered the salt workers, controlled the large salt mines, and made strange fetishes. Today, I ask you for miners again, I intend to reform the military, and form two new armies..."

Gilliam had already sent people to monitor it day and night. At this time, he told them one by one, even though he was well-informed and determined, he was still shocked and worried.

"Priests, nobles, warriors, craftsmen, merchants, miners, militiamen... His Highness put all the strata of the alliance into his heart and carefully calculated and weighed them.

He practiced martial arts every day and tempered his will. I don't like fancy clothes, I don't play with jewels, I don't like beauty, I don't like feasts. Self-control, cherish the world, always push yourself, like chasing a tiger...

In thirty years, I have never seen a young man with such a heart. Even though Su Hui was born, he was really of extraordinary will, like a god. What is your Highness planning? This month, what will happen in a year? "

The intelligence officer's words were true, and they shot into Avit's heart like a sharp arrow. The king closed his eyes again. This time, he was silent for a long time before speaking with difficulty.

"I believe in him."

Gilliam kowtowed vigorously, making a clear audible sound on the ground, and called out in a low voice and earnestly.

"Your Majesty! How can the great affairs of the country be placed on the word "belief"?! His Royal Highness's grandfather was a high priest, his father was a city-state lord, and there are hundreds of warriors who follow him, and he is about to train a new army. Shou, invented by Su Hui, his reputation is getting farther and farther. He is also the royal blood, the heir of the alliance, and can also be close to your most beloved princess..."

Hearing this, the king suddenly opened his eyes and yelled angrily.

"shut up!"

Gilliam violated the king's order for the first time. He sacrificed everything and continued to exhort.

"Even the elder, when he was assisting his brother Montezuma I, resigned from the position of marshal and did not hold the military power. You once said that a great ruler must never have weaknesses! But now, your feelings have become weaknesses. .

The maintenance of the country lies in the balance of power, how can we rely on the word "belief". Can you trust your highness, can you trust the high priest? Everything is changing, even now, what will happen in the future? "

After he finished speaking, Gilliam kowtowed heavily again, and blood was seeping from his forehead.

Arvet's breathing rose and fell sharply. He opened his eyes and looked at the intelligence officer with blood on his face, struggling. Then, the king clenched the divine scepter in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

"Go down! Take your own punishment and sacrifice your blood."

Gillim nodded silently and saluted.

Instead of the blood on his face, he took out the roasted agave spikes. According to the ritual of the ascetic priest, the intelligence officer first pierced both ears without hesitation, letting the bright red drops drip down. Afterwards, he took out two more small pointed cones and inserted one into the shoulder sockets of both shoulders.

Then, Gilliam suppressed the constant pain, snorting heavy breaths from his nose. With absolute will, he slowly stood up and staggered back from the hall. Behind him, a long and blood-red trail was left behind.

After a while, the king opened his eyes again. There was no one in the hall, only the lonely king. He stared absently at the bloodstains extending on the ground, as if he had traveled a long way. The faces of the boy and girl disappeared in a flash, that was his last weakness and softness.

After a long time, Avit let out a long sigh.

"My child, don't force me. Let me think about whether I can have both."

The bonfire gradually dwindled, and the darkness gradually infiltrated. Finally, when the warmth burns out and the light goes out, the king's true face is hidden in the icy darkness and can no longer be found.

Stepping on the starlight under his feet, Shirot returned to the high priest's palace with joy.

In the main hall, the torches were burning warmly, and there was light everywhere. Grandfather sat alone at the stone table, looking at the papyrus paperwork in his hand. He had already received the letter and waited patiently for a long time. Seeing the young man return, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled kindly and beckoned the boy to sit beside him.

Sherlot told the story of the past few days, the artisan and the miner, the mine and the nitrate, and the conversation with the king until today.

"What!" The high priest stood up in shock and stared at the boy.

"You asked the king to train a new army? The king agreed very much, gave you a quota of 10,000 people, and promised you the position of commander-in-chief of the Northern Army?!"

Seeing his grandfather's unusually serious expression, Shiloh was taken aback for a moment.

"Avit was hesitant at first and seemed suspicious. I persuaded him sincerely. Then he chose to believe me and had high hopes for me."

The young man replied truthfully. He also believed in his friends and was delighted with Avit's support.

The high priest turned his hands behind his back and walked around anxiously. The old man looked at the changing gods on the mural and kept mumbling to himself.

"It's too urgent, too urgent! It's not yet time, it should be many years... the family has not taken root... I haven't fully controlled the priesthood... The elders are still... you Still too young...not even married..."

After a while, the grandfather sighed. He smiled wryly at his dearest grandson.

"My child, didn't I ask you to relax and visit the capital and its surroundings? Why did you do business again, and you didn't come back all night. Then you didn't discuss it with me, and hurriedly asked the king to form a new army. ?"

Shirot bowed his head slightly. He understood his grandfather's concerns, but insisted.

"This western expedition is a crucial battle, which not only affects reforms, but also involves the metal ores in the west. We must be fully prepared, accumulate the greatest strength, and must not fail! The king believes in me, I also believe in him, we We will always stand together and do our best for the future of the Mexicans!"

Shulot thought of the copper mines of Tarasco, and the iron mines of Colima further west. These are the future of the times, and the westward expedition to Tarasco must not fail! Thinking of this, the young man no longer hesitated, nor regretted it. He decided to personally participate in the Western Expedition, to mobilize all forces, to compete for the opportunity to change history!

Looking at the boy with a resolute face, the high priest sighed again, but with admiration in his helplessness.

"My child, you are in a hurry! Power is always sensitive, and the seeds of doubt will sprout and grow. The same thing, the king will choose to believe today. When he thinks of it tomorrow, he may be full of suspicion.

At your age, Sirius, your peers are learning to travel, sing poetry, and socialize and feast. Many young nobles will even traverse the songs of the opposite sex, enjoy life recklessly, and pursue happiness to the fullest...Children, I am not advising you to indulge, but I feel that you are too tight. Life is only a few short decades, why bother?

Just follow the steps and I will pave the way for you. The drizzle moistens things always silently, and the young eagles fly high and wait to grow up. It will take a few years for the cactus to take root in every corner and penetrate into the hearts of nobles and warriors. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com will gradually grasp the military power of the warriors, and then everything will be ripe.

My child, you are different from me, you have time to wait!

After five years, you will have full wings and a solid foundation; after ten years, you have tied the knot and merged with the royal family; after fifteen years, the eagle will be old, the red sun will hang, and the general trend will be set from now on. Next...just a few victories in the middle, until the elder falls down the mountain, and then takes over the position of my high priest...

At that time, you were the most dazzling sun of the Mexicans, hanging high above all the priests and nobles, overlooking the world! This is the path I designed for you! "

The high priest finally opened his heart and told his plan. He exhorted the young man that it was the safest way, and that he would use time to pave the way.

Shulot was silent, his heart was up and down. The long river of history flows in my mind, and memories come to my mind. He thought of Tokugawa Ieyasu who endured in a hundred years, Oda Nobunaga who was burning, then he thought of the Spaniards thirty years later, the flames and germs of destruction, and finally sighed softly.

"Grandfather, for fifty years of my life, I only fight for the day and night!"

The young man looked calm and stared at his grandfather firmly, without any wavering.

The high priest stared blankly at his grandson raised since childhood. He suddenly discovered that the boy had grown up and was almost as tall as himself. Looking at that resolute face, it is like the most outstanding eldest son.

After a long time, the high priest smiled with emotion and relief. This time, he stroked the boy's shoulder and nodded slowly.

"My child, leave it to me. Let me think about how to fight for your future!"

The bonfire was burning brightly, and the main hall was brighter. The firelight dispelled all the darkness and illuminated the old man and the young man. The warmth comes along with the light, it is so real, it penetrates into the heart silently.