Aztec Eternals

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The galaxy is long, and the world is in a hurry. At this time, the green plums are accompanied, time flies, and in the silent place, across the distance, I hear the voice of the heart.

After an unknown time, the king's bodyguard came quietly along the stone steps and under the moonlight. Shirot nodded with a smile, Alyssa looked back reluctantly, and followed the guard gently away.

The young man sat alone on the pyramid, looking up, the moon was hanging high, and the stars were still there. His mind gradually calmed down and muttered to himself.

"The sky is as cold as water at night... If you are alone, you will be in such a state of mind."

Afterwards, Shilot got up calmly, and in the middle of the night, he seemed to have matured a lot. In this world, he anchored himself again and found a spiritual destination.

After a while, the young man looked at the empty Feathered Serpent Temple, surrounded by solemn and ancient murals, singing the birth of the Feathered Serpent God. He rules the morning star, invents books and calendars, and selflessly brings corn to mankind. In Mesoamerican mythology, this is the only deity that symbolizes peace and prosperity.

"Will he completely disappear from history?"

Shulot stood silently for a long time, deducing the future in his mind, and exploring the history with his eyes. He thought of Martin Luther's religious reform, and also thought of Han Yu's ancient prose movement, and pondered in his heart.

"Let him make a foreshadowing! After the contact with Westerners is long enough, after the priests have begun to solidify, let the theologians turn it out again. It will be similar to the introduction of the Renaissance."

Shirot nodded secretly. Immediately, he turned around and saw Bertard standing quietly not far away, his eyes calm and his face vicissitudes. The boy nodded to the samurai chief, and then went to the high priest's palace.

Walking in the temple area after the ceremony, Shirot watched calmly.

Not far away, in the mansion of the nobles, the lights of the feast were flickering, and the singing of celebration was flying. The solemn drums sounded, the nobles danced solemnly, the cheerful ocarina played, and the girls flew leisurely. In the grand night of praise, the Mexicans indulged in singing, drinking dadan, enjoying the joy of the celebration, and seeking spiritual comfort.

In the sound of joy, Shirott stepped on the viscous liquid from time to time. This is the coagulated blood and the sacrificed life, waiting for the cleaning tomorrow after the carnival. The sacrifice of the Mexica festival is like a grand gladiatorial ceremony in ancient Rome. It uses blood to please the people, respects the military folk customs, and maintains the desire to conquer.

At this time, the moon was running fast, and the young man's face did not change. After being softened in the middle of the night, he was once again forged by time, and his heart was like a stone.

Not long after, Shiloh strode into the high priest's mansion and went straight to the main hall. As soon as he entered the hall, the young man saw his grandfather standing alone in the hall, dressed in a plain robe, slightly bowing his waist, washing his hands in the pottery basin in the corner.

Shirot waved his hand and asked the samurai chief to retreat. Then he waited for a moment, then approached softly and saluted his grandfather respectfully.

Hearing the greeting, the high priest suddenly realized. He took his hand out of the pot, slowly straightened up, then turned his head and smiled kindly at the young man, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Shirot, my child, are you back? I've been sacrificing all day today, and my hands are stained with a lot of blood. I just washed them well... Just in time, I have some important things to discuss with you."

Seeing his grandfather's gray hair and his exhausted face, Shulot stepped forward and gently hugged the thin old man.

"Grandfather, you've worked hard all day. Sit down and rest for a while. I'll come and discuss with you later."

The high priest nodded, turned and walked slowly to the center of the hall, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

Shirott bent down, and just picked up the pottery pot, and then his eyes froze. I saw that the pottery pot was full of clear water, and there was no blood. He stood still for a few breaths, then went out without changing his expression, emptied the water in the pottery basin, and returned calmly.

The teenager put away the pot, sat cross-legged opposite his grandfather, and waited silently. Grandfather seemed extremely tired. He lowered his head and dozed for a moment, then suddenly woke up, raised his head to look at the boy opposite him, and laughed at himself.

"Haha, I'm really old, my old eyes are dim, and my physical strength is not as good as before... When I was following the emperor, I was able to charge in armor and fight for two days without retreating... Even a few years ago, I could study all day. The murals of the feathered snakes of the ancestors were translated into poems overnight..."

Today's grandfather was a little rambled, and Shilot finished listening with a smile. Then, he silently reached out and took his grandfather's calloused hand.

The high priest froze for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and pulled his hand back. Then, he straightened his back, showing a bit of strength, and when he spoke again, there was a slight emotion in his tone.

"According to the last wish of my predecessor, I studied the Feathered Serpent God all my life, and wanted to use it to unite all the tribes in the world... But I never imagined that when I was old, I would completely abandon him, obey the will of the elders, and become the high priest of the Lord God. ..I can't even imagine that today, I will personally announce his death and attribute all the glory to the Lord God!  …

My child, things are impermanent. The primordial sun, Tezcatlipoca, controls destiny, as omnipresent and unpredictable as the wind of the night, who can penetrate into him? And now, even He will abdicate as a minor **** and hand over his fate to the main god... From now on, the main **** is supreme..."

The high priest's voice gradually became lower and turned into a chanting murmur, and he closed his eyes and prayed.

Sherlot looked at his grandfather with concern, with a worried expression on his face. The king that my grandfather recalled was not the short-lived Tissok, but Montezuma I, who ruled the empire for thirty years. The grandfather of yesteryear has never been so sentimental.

After a while, the high priest opened his eyes again and regained his former shrewdness and determination. Immediately, his face became solemn, and he said seriously.

"How about meeting the princess today?"

Shirot smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Very good. I fell in love with her, and she fell in love with me. The hummingbird and the first lotus are compatible, only to bloom."

Feeling the boy's true joy, the high priest smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay! My child, you have to go deeper into the princess' heart, so as to leave a foreshadowing by the king's side!"

Hearing the words, Shulot's face froze. He savored his grandfather's words, and had an uneasy guess in his heart.

"Leave... foreshadowing...?"

The high priest nodded solemnly. He hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice.

"Although it has not yet been fully agreed, the plan has been made today... You are my hope, and I will not hide from you when it comes to important matters... My child, I intend to push you to enfeoff foreign vassals, just in the next two years. You need to prepare in advance and leave some foreshadowing in the capital!"

Shilot was shocked. He opened his eyes wide and looked at his grandfather in confusion.

"Division of the outer vassal within a year or two? The Shenqi Institute has only been in operation for two months. The gunpowder of Tianhuo Island has just been successfully developed, and Alyssa and I have only exchanged our thoughts tonight... Why is this?!"

The high priest shook his head in awe, with a look of affirmation.

"This matter is imperative. Although I have this intention, it was Gilliam who looked for me first. 'The King's Eyes' cannot act behind the King's back, and Avit must have promised... Since the estrangement has arisen, the power of the Suspicion persists and grows stronger over time...

A wise man always predicts the arrival of the rainy season from the wet wind, so as to plant the seeds of the future in advance. My child, you are always wise, and you should know that there can only be one king in the capital of the lake. The combined position of me and you is enough to threaten the power of the king. And the better you are at everything, the more inevitable the end will be...

Strong jaguars can only be safe if they are separated into different forests. Don't you want us to take the last risk and step on the king's blood to reach the highest? "

After listening to his grandfather's words, Shirot's complexion changed drastically, and countless images flashed in his mind.

He remembered Avett's smile, imagined him falling in a pool of blood, and a shiver shuddered in his heart. Then, he remembered the dream he had a long time ago, sitting on the throne himself, his face was cold and indifferent. Finally, the picture freezes on the girl in white hugging tightly, those pure eyes, innocent smile, suddenly crying away.

"Why is this..."

Shulot was dazed and muttered to himself. He wanted to get up immediately, go to Montezuma Palace to find a teacher and friend, and explain his sincere intentions. However, his body seemed to be controlled by a monster in the earth, sitting down to take root, but he couldn't stand up.

Looking at Shirot, who was unacceptable for a while, the high priest stretched out one hand and gently stroked his hair, while the other hand held the boy's palm.

After a long time, Shirot sighed and showed determination again.

"Grandfather, Avit... How did Gilliam negotiate with you?"

The high priest looked at the boy calmly, with deep reluctance in his eyes.

"After the sacrifice today, we discussed it again. Although the specific details have not yet been determined, the approximate time and place have been set...

In one or two years, you will be the heir to the royal family, and you will be in charge of a foreign vassal, and you will marry the princess at the age of 20 at the latest. If there is no military summons, you cannot return privately when you are enfeoffing foreign vassals. In a few years, as long as I go to the kingdom of God, you can return to the capital city in the lake. "

Hearing this, Shulot was shocked again. He looked at his grandfather and squeezed the other's hand tightly, showing a rare panic.

"Grandfather, your body..."

The high priest smiled gently, and stroked the boy's hair again.

"My child, you can rest assured. Although this old body is not very neat, it should still last until you and the princess get married. At that time, I can also go to the Lord God with confidence and reunite with the first emperor..."

Then, the high priest did not pause, and continued to speak earnestly.

"I have carefully considered the location of the encapsulation... Two weeks ago, Gilliam asked me how the city of Hirotepec in the north was, and I directly rejected it.

Hirotepec is only four or five hundred miles away from the capital city in the middle of the lake. It only takes a few days for the courier to travel by water, and the surrounding area is tightly controlled by the capital. There has been war and chaos for a long time, and it has long been sparsely populated and the fields are barren. Its east is the loyal Vastek subject, the west is the tenacious Otomi mountain people, and the north is full of unruly canines, and there is little room for development.

As for the east, of course I wouldn't let you go deep into the Tlaxcalans and set foot in the coastal city-state of the Totonaks, which is too dangerous... The only options are the south and the west.

Although the land of the Mistecs in the south is rich, it is only a place of peace. The situation there is complicated, and the local tribes are linked with each other. Although he has gone through several crusades by the alliance, he is always betrayed. The Zapotecs further south were more unstable.

Only the land of Mikancho in the west, the territory of the Tarrascos, is the place where great things can be accomplished! Qin Congcan, the capital of Tarasco, was six or seven hundred miles away from the Alliance. There was no direct water connection, and the Alliance was beyond reach.

There is a wealthy Lake Patzcuaro area, where large-scale and high-yield Chinampa can be built in the model of the Union; there are a large number of open-pit copper mines, which can make bronze equipment, train powerful legions, and make copper utensils to develop trade; Territories suitable for expansion are everywhere there, the alliance of the Tsk people in the west and the north is weak and weak, and the Trapanics in the south and east are equally weak and weak...

Haven't you always been obsessed with Colimabon? Starting from Qin Congcan and heading west for 700 li, it is Colima State. If you conquer the Chapala Lake District, the most southwestern part of the Leman River, from there, you can reach the hinterland of Colima, but only two hundred miles south. If there really is a 'big iron mine that changed the world', this is the only way to conquer it. "

Having said this, the high priest touched Shilot's head again, his tone was heavy and meaningful.

"My child, remoteness means autonomy, the lake area represents population, copper mines can be turned into force, and expansion will have a future! If you enclose the land of Mikancho, you will have the foundation of your business. If the king is still there for decades , you can't go further, command the alliance... Then, you can control this place and sit down, so take a step back, you can still separate the world, and wait for the opportunity!"

Hearing the Colima state and thinking of the Colima Iron Mine, Xiulott's spirit was lifted. He put aside all the ups and downs of emotion and concentrated on contemplation. After a while, the young man asked in a deep voice.

"The enclave is here... Isn't Gilliam worried that our family will grow in the West in the future and will be separated from the alliance?"

The high priest laughed lightly and shook his head with a complicated expression.

"We are already a branch of the royal family, so how can we be separated from the alliance? At most, we can separate things from the main branch of the royal family. Once Tarasco is conquered, the Patzcuaro Lake District is seven hundred miles away from the capital, and the messenger runs back and forth, the fastest Communication takes 20 to 30 days. The alliance must subdivide the vassal kings in order to stabilize the place.

And encapsulate your remote location, avoid power struggles in the capital, and leave the question of succession to the future. For the main branch of the royal family, this is killing two hares with one stick, which is naturally willing.

What's more, the current Tarasco Alliance is extremely prosperous, with a full 50,000 warriors, capable of mobilizing 100,000 militiamen, and can also recruit the vassal Tsk tribe. If you want to conquer this place completely, you need to mobilize the entire alliance to carry out the western expedition with the power of the whole country. Two royal families, large and small nobles, inner and outer priests, direct subordinates and warriors of the city state... All forces must be mobilized.

We need to take charge of the Northern Route Army. This time, it is also necessary to convene all the nobles of the branch, take out all the accumulation of the Holy City, mobilize the temple warriors of the priesthood, and do their best to fight. This promised fief is to be exchanged with the blood of the samurai! "

In the end, the high priest's words were full of generosity and heroism. There was a confident look in his eyes, as if he had returned to the fighting spirit of his youth. However, this aging body has been unable to support the ambition in the chest. After a while, he bowed down and coughed forcefully.

Shirott got up quickly and helped the high priest rub his chest and back, smoothing his breath. Then the teenager brought a glass of water and let his grandfather moisten his throat.

After a while, the high priest spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Today's New Year's sacrifice went well, with a large scale, shocking the states. It seems that there should be no problem with the tributes from the states this year. After the two sacrifices, the morale of the tens of thousands of legions of the alliance is high. They will continue to wait for two months. Wait until After the tributes from the various states have been handed in, the target of the expedition is decided.

This time, as long as the southern states don't have major troubles, the alliance will temporarily let it go. The real west expedition will begin after the autumn harvest. But in April, the direct samurai will gather in large numbers to overwhelm the Tarrasco borders, forcing them to mobilize their guards. Thus consuming their grain and destroying their spring farming!

We have thousands of acres of chinampa, and we can mobilize part of the army during farming to destroy the agricultural production of various countries. This is why the countries are afraid of us.

My child, when the time comes, you need to lead thousands of elites, most of the navy, to locate a stronghold in the northern Leman River in advance, and repeatedly attack the northern part of the Tarasco. If the navy can go deep into Lake Quetzeo, they can completely destroy the cultivation of the northern Tarasco states, create hundreds of thousands of refugees, consume a large amount of their food and population, and reduce their war potential!

This will make it easier for the Northern Route Army to conquer after the autumn, but you have to do what you can, especially rely on the navy. "

Hearing the plan to destroy the spring ploughing, Shulot nodded silently. The tragicness of the Otomi people resurfaced in his mind again, the young man closed his eyes slightly, and opened his eyes again, his heart was as strong as iron.

The high priest continued to drink some water, rested for a while, and ordered another important thing.

"This time Ugel came back from Hirotepec and talked about the situation in the northern town. If what he said is true, the separation of the various classes you suggested should be very effective and can be extended to the conquered areas. Spiritual disintegration The latter Otomi warriors, once converted, became quite pious, a force that the priesthood could effectively control.

Two days later, the elders will convert the 2,000 little nobles and warriors of Texcoco into exile to the important northern town, and I will let Ugel lead the team north again~www.readwn.com~ and bring rich gifts along the way, To the royal aristocrat Ocellol. Ocellol is about to become the new lord of Hirotepec, and Ugel has always been on good terms with him.

When you take your troops north in April, go meet Ocellol first, try to connect with him, or make others think you have made a connection. At the same time, look at the situation of the 4,000 Otomi warriors. If this corps can be used for a while, then train one or two and earn it into the Northern Route Army after the autumn harvest.

The location of the important northern town is special, which will be another foreshadowing! Although, the chances of being able to use it are not large..."

Hearing the words, Xiuluo bowed down and bowed to the promise. He pondered the plan of the West Expedition, and his fighting spirit slowly ignited in his heart.

Until the night was deep, the high priest finally finished all the important things. There was a look of exhaustion on his face. The boy took two steps forward and helped his grandfather to the bedroom to rest. It didn't take long for the grandfather to fall asleep. In his sleep, he still frowned from time to time.

Shirot looked at his grandfather, who was restless, and sighed softly. The high priest, who has always been strong, is just an old and thin mortal at this time, with the burden of the alliance and family on his shoulders, and his life is like a candle in the wind.

After a moment of silence, the young man left silently. He walked to the courtyard and stood under the cold moonlight, looking at the distant stars. This night came, he was full of emotions. At first it was tender like water, then guarded like a mountain, sometimes worried like the wind, and sometimes fiery like fire. Hundreds of tastes came to my heart, but it was difficult to speak, many expressions changed on the face, and finally returned to calm.

After a long time, the night wind blew, and Shirot was slightly cold. He tightened his black robe tightly and smiled lightly.

"It's cold, but it's a good autumn. The wind is blowing, and the clouds should be flying~"

The boy nodded to the stars and turned to rest. Sleepless that night.