Aztec Eternals

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On the shore of the lake in Texcoco, under the burning sunset, Sherlot looked forward calmly. Behind him, dozens of elite warriors followed, and hundreds of craftsmen were busy.

The samurai chief remained motionless, quietly guarding. The old warrior Etalic looked at the boy, took a few steps forward silently, smiled and bowed his head.

"Your Highness, do you have any instructions for burning charcoal, bricks and gems here? Follow your heart! I would like to encourage the craftsmen for you and guard the new life of the sun until dawn covers the earth!"

Hearing the straightforward thoughts of the old samurai, Shulot was a little surprised. The young man looked at Etalek carefully, looked at the same flame in his eyes, and was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"Etalic, what do you think of this place?"

The old samurai put away the smile on his face and answered solemnly and decisively.

"His Royal Highness, the people are just burning charcoal, maintaining the operation of the alliance. The warriors are the hard ceramic bricks, defending the greatness of the alliance. And only you, a crystal clear gem, carrying the will of the Lord God, guiding Advance the Alliance!"

Faced with such an answer, Shirou was surprised. He stared into the eyes of the old warrior before slowly nodding for a while.

"Very good. Etalic, you are very useful!"

Hearing this, the old warrior bowed his head again and saluted, the smile flashed from his face.

The lake passed quietly, and the days passed in a flash. This morning, facing the first ray of the morning sun in February, Xiulote went out in costume. Carrying the little golden eagle looking around on his back, he went to Montezuma's palace again. Immediately, he received an unexpected and well-prepared message from the north.

"What? The elders postponed the New Year's ritual for another two weeks? The city of Hirotepec was finally captured?!" The boy opened his eyes wide and his tone rose.

Avett nodded. He touched the soft feathers of the little golden eagle and flicked his little head habitually. Then, he smiled, handed out the shivering cute eagle, and handed it to his expecting daughter.

Alyssa hugged little Avellot happily, pressed against her chest, and burst into an innocent smile. Then, the girl gently stroked the neck of the little golden eagle, and then it stuck its head out comfortably, and complacently tweeted "yoyo" at Avit.

"This is news from the night. It was brought by the fastest warriors rowing day and night: seven days ago, there was a shortage of food and civil strife in Hirotepek. Hundreds of Otomi warriors opened the city gates at night and led the army of the Alliance into the city. The northern town fell immediately. When the messenger set off, only the temple pyramid in the center was still resisting, and it must have been settled by this time!"

Gilliam reported solemnly, with a straight body. Sherlot looked at the scarred wounds on his ears, and at the trembling shoulders of the intelligence officer, slightly puzzled.

"Your Highness, you have done a great job again!" The intelligence officer smiled slightly, then looked at the young man.

"It was the suggestion of the camp garrison Baramo that Commander Ocellor sent the Otomi warriors you recruited to surrender. They secretly sneaked into the city, persuaded the garrisoned civilian warrior camp, and launched a rebellion and surrender!"

Hearing the intelligence officer's approval, Shiloh shook his head calmly.

"For more than four months after the second siege, Hilotepec has run out of food and grass. Even if there is no internal response, it will only last for one more month... How will the alliance deal with it in the future?"

Avit pondered for a moment. Thinking of the past, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's hair closely.

"Shirot, don't be soft-hearted! The elder's New Year's sacrifice has been waiting for a long time. The alliance needs a grand ceremony to appease the shaking nobles, and to deter the vassals who need tribute..."

After a while, Shiloh looked calm and nodded slightly. Time is ruthlessly forged, and after all, his heart is as strong as iron, soft and deep.

At the same time, in the distant northern town, the morning sun rises again. The splendid golden light shines on the burning temple, turning the past sanctity and faith to scorched earth, and also illuminates the dim central square.

More than 20,000 civilians were driven to the left side of the square, including many Ding Zhuang militiamen. They were scrawny, full of traces of hunger, and were weak on their knees, and even lost the strength to cry. On the right side of the square, there are more than 3,000 Otomi warriors who just surrendered. They were unarmed, lean and good looking, but their faces were ashen, and they had lost the faith and courage to fight.

In the center of the square, there are two or three hundred Ortomi priests of different ranks. Dressed in black and white priestly clothes, their hands bound by sisal rope, they knelt toward the burning temple, wailing their final tears.

In the square, tens of thousands of Otomi people were either dazed and silent, or hugged their heads and cried, worrying about their next fate. On the outside, there are tens of thousands of Mexica royal warriors. With murderous expressions on their faces, armed with blood-drenched battle sticks and shields, they surrounded the square in full armor, waiting for the next choice of the Otomi people.

Elsewhere in the city, there were scattered squads of Mexica warriors. With their bulging pockets, they escorted thousands of noble men and women in gorgeous costumes, gradually converging from all directions to the central main road, and brought the lowly weeping prisoners to the outside of the city to concentrate. These people have lost the opportunity to choose.

Against the flow of the captives, the poet warrior Baramo pulled a low-looking young Otomi warrior and asked in a low voice.

"Natalie, my friend, don't hesitate when you wait! After killing Priest Otomi as ordered, knelt down and converted to Priest of Mexica and sang the name of the sun god! Anyway, the sun **** is also Your **** of war will be praised on weekdays."

Hearing the words of the poet samurai, Natalie was still in a trance. He tugged at his hair in pain, unwilling to look at the burning temple, nor the noble men and women out of the city. Since he was betrayed by the city-state of Ottopan, he was in despair and dazed, and he and his brothers returned to the Mexican army one after another without being able to hold on for long.

Afterwards, they were stationed in the mountain camps in the west, under the supervision of the Mexica warriors, and received the instruction of the war priests for two months. Then, a thousand Otomi soldiers were completely dismantled and divided into different armies. And he was assigned to the poet warrior, the garrison of the mountain camp, Balamo.

Balamo treats Otomi's convoys very well. He is frank and easy-going, brave and good at fighting, and he can recite poetry fearlessly on the battlefield. He is the perfect example of warrior and poet, and he won everyone's heart in a short time.

During the siege of the city, looking at the hungry villagers, Natalie offered to take the initiative, and then ventured into Hirotepec to persuade his former partner, the civilian leader stationed at the north gate. At this time, when the city fell as expected, he couldn't forgive himself. Thousands of sorrows flowed in his heart, and his thoughts were complicated and unspeakable.

Seeing the shaken look of the new subordinate, Balamo shook his head in his heart.

"It's a fragile flower, and it can't stand the baptism of the cold wind! But after all, the flower is beautiful, and it belongs to my garden. It must be cultivated diligently and used as a support for the future!"

Thinking of this, the poet warrior smiled melancholy, put his arms around Natalie's shoulders cordially, and persuaded in a low voice.

"Natalie, my friend, look at these passing nobles!"

Balamo pointed to the gorgeously dressed team.

"For two years before and after the siege of the city, nearly half of the civilians in the city starved to death, and tens of thousands of people turned into skeletons! These nobles are still well-fed and their faces are rosy. They are cocoa aloof, why did you put your weeds in your heart?"

Natalie was taken aback. He raised his head, looked at the long line of escorts, and watched it carefully for the first time. Indeed, although these men and women in Chinese costumes looked miserable, their cheeks were actually plump and there was no sign of hunger. Thinking of the death of the villagers from hunger and cold, and the death of starvation everywhere, a strange anger rose in his heart, and the guilt and sorrow were instantly reduced a lot.

The poet warrior watched Natalie's expression, smiled slightly, and continued to speak in a low magnetic voice.

"Natalie, those noble priests have always been true to your commoner warriors. They have been defending the city for so long, and they prayed for the nobles and gods day and night. How many people have really led the way to the kingdom of God for the common people?"

A sentence pierced into the heart of the young Otomi warrior like an awl, and gave him a reason to convince himself to turn the disgusted and rejected self into a confident and correct look.

"This war is all caused by these greedy nobles and stupid priests! If the nobles hadn't refused to pay tribute, how could they have been crusaded by the alliance? If it wasn't for the repeated instigation of the priests, how could there be a senseless rebellion, and the harvest last autumn was lost. If it wasn't for the priests and nobles not surrendering, how could they be judged and executed by the alliance?

They brought war and bleed the blood of the warriors. They fed and slept well, causing countless civilians to die of hunger and cold! Now, it's time for them to pay back! Seeing this scene, what can you blame yourself for? The city of Hilotepec will eventually fall, and more people will starve to death. So, Natalie, you did nothing wrong, you are the savior here! "

Baramo's persuasion was suddenly as delicious as a clear spring, flowing into Natalie's heart.

The young Otomi warrior stood blankly for a long time. After a while, he murmured.

"All the deaths, all the faults, all the hatreds are caused by these people in front of you!"

The poet warrior listened carefully, then smiled with satisfaction, and hugged Natalie's shoulders even harder.

"Go, Natalie, my friend. Use the weapons in your hands to execute the real sinners! Pray to the sun god, the Lord God will forgive you all your sins and lead the dead souls to the kingdom of heaven. "

"I'm not wrong, it's them! God of War will illuminate everything!"

Natalie repeated over and over. Thinking of this explanation, he grabbed a driftwood as if in the deep Tempon River, and suddenly there was strength in his hand. The more he thought in this direction, the more calm his heart became, until he reached the central square.

Seeing the arrival of the Otomi soldiers, the priests of the Mexican army entered the square. They built the altar of the sun god, lit the roaring holy fire, and sang in unison under the flame. Soon, the surrounding Mexica warriors also sang their praises. They tapped their shields with battle sticks, and the tidy mountains roared and tsunami, and the sound of chanting was accompanied by terrifying roars of tigers and eagles.

Seeing the beginning of the sacrifice, the Ortomi civilians fell to the ground in fear, and the Ortomi warriors on the other side were also pale and shocked. Only the Ortomi priests in the middle suddenly became angry, roaring and shouting loudly, and then they were drowned in the whistling sound.

In the middle of the Mexica warriors, Commander Ocello listened with satisfaction for a moment, then he waved his big hand forward vigorously, and the low drum sounded. In the Nahua language, Ocellol means jaguar, agile beast, and an elite warrior. This noble name is also only spread to the royal family of Mexica.

Hearing the sudden sound of the drums, Baramo quickly patted Natalie on the shoulder, shoved him an obsidian long dagger, and shoved him forward sharply.

Natalie staggered two steps, and rushed out of the Otomi soldiers first. Under the eyes of tens of thousands of civilians and samurai, he staggered toward the priests in the middle.

At this moment, the young Otomi warrior seemed to be walking on the clouds, and was in a trance like a dream. For more than 20 years, the fear of gods suddenly came to my mind. Looking at the Holy High Priest, he hesitated slightly in his footsteps. Immediately, Balamo's deep words flowed in his heart again, as if it had a strange magic power.

"They...guilty...kill...I...innocence...save..."

Chatting in a low voice, Natalie finally walked to the leader of the priest at the forefront, and the face of the other party, like a god, was looking at him angrily and roaring.

"Sinner who betrayed the Primordial God! You will forever fall into... er... ah..."

With a puff, Nata stabbed the dagger with force and penetrated the priest leader's chest. His hands trembled, and this time he missed the vital point of his heart, and the other party slanted down screaming. He stabbed again, still not fatal. In the end, the young Otomi warrior's eyes were red, and a long dagger cut across the neck above his chest, finally giving the other a relief.

This full-strength slash broke through the flesh, and also smashed the last obstacle in Natalie's heart, bloomed blood, and took away all the guilt in his heart. He finally got new life.

Natalie's face was twisted, and he swept across the square fiercely, until he saw the Mexica priest beside the holy flame~www.readwn.com~ He woke up slightly, threw the dagger tremblingly, and ran out towards the light in his heart. After a few steps, he knelt down in front of the priest.

"Vitzilopochtli, Vizilobochtli! Vizilobochtli!!!"

Natalie shouted devoutly, and fell to the ground, his face against the ground, and murmured the last three words.

"...save me..."

"Okay, very good!" Commander Ocello waved his battle stick violently, bringing up the whistling sound of the wind. He looked at Natalie with great satisfaction. This Otomi soldier rushed out first, and in front of tens of thousands of Otomi people, he killed the priest leaders in the city without hesitation, completely breaking with the past. His methods are fierce and decisive, his will is firm, and he believes in the sun **** so devoutly!

"Write down the name of this Otomi warrior! I will promote him as a new hereditary noble, marry him the noble daughter of the Mexica, and give him a thousand Otomi warrior camps!"

Ocello solemnly ordered the guards, which would be a model for all Otomi people, the most loyal vassals of the Alliance.

Not far away, the poet warrior Balamo stared at the scene in stunned eyes.

"God, this...this...the flower in the garden has just been planted, and it has grown into a big tree in a blink of an eye. Am I blinded by my eyes, or is the world blinded by my heart?!"

The holy flame was burning, and the thousand Otomi warriors who had surrendered for a long time were inspired and had no scruples. They rushed forward howling, and soon, the chanting of Priest Ortomi, like their blood, was immersed in the deep soil.

At the forefront, Natalie was still piously prostrate in front of the flame. He murmured silently, feeling the complete light and warmth. And behind him, more Ortomi warriors quickly knelt down, dozens, hundreds, thousands... so many that the future of the North was set!