Aztec Eternals

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The heavy rain rushes down, washing the blood-stained leather armor, wiping the broken boat, and then falling into the merciless river, knocking circles of reddish ripples.

The sky was dark for a while. The low celestial phenomenon made the birds avoid, and the forest silenced. There is only one powerful kestrel, soaring in the heavy rain, agitating powerful wings, and enjoying the vast sky alone. It bypassed the two-legged beasts that were fighting, flew to the wooden castle on the north shore, and patrolled its territory. When it fluttered its wings back again, holding Changfeng under its body, the fighting on the river had subsided, and the sound of the rain was inaudible.

Hundreds of Mexica boats came in a hurry, surrounding His Royal Highness in the center, standing solemnly in the drizzle, waiting silently.

Shirott stood at the bow of the ship, with a **** bandage on his left arm, watching the distant Tarasco fleet. His eyes were bright red with restraint, and the boiling killing intent was surging in his chest, full of determination to avenge his personal guards. The young commander looked around at the number of boats, looked at Bertard, who was covered in blood, and then stared at the large group of enemies in the southwest. The desire to fight and the rationality of reality are fighting fiercely in his mind, like a river hit by wind and rain.

After a while, the wind and rain gradually became smaller. Xiulote raised his head, looked at the flying kestrel, raised his head to the sky and howled bravely, and then suddenly raised his hand and shot an arrow.

The arrow of war pierced through the sky, like a dash of lightning, piercing through the clouds, and came suddenly. The kestrel was hovering proudly, and was startled by the long whistle, and its movements stagnated slightly. Then, the war arrow volleyed into the air, slid across its gray-red wings, and wiped off a piece of slender feathers. The kestrel let out a painful cry, "Ki!". Then, it quickly spread its wings, abandoned the territory it had occupied for many years, kept away from this group of dangerous beasts, and fled to the southwest of Lake Quetzeo.

Shirott looked at the distant bird of prey, the arrow was only one line away, making him miss the title of the eagle archer. After a while, he looked at the warriors waiting for orders, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Kestrel fleeing to the southwest is the will of the Lord God! The people of Tarasco will lose their fortress, panic like a bird abandoning their homeland! Rejoice, rejoice, this battle kills 20 warriors in a row, and that's what samurai should do! Tad, you killed forty Tarrasco warriors?!"

Shiroute laughed heartily. He looked at the samurai captain in the blood-soaked armor, and recalled the battle a moment ago.

Bertard was startled. He wanted to explain that there were more than a dozen commoner paddlers among the enemies who shot and killed, and this battle also took advantage of the shooting advantage of the pursuit. Afterwards, the samurai chief looked into the eyes of the young commander, thought for a moment, and his calm face showed a sudden surprise.

"His Royal Highness, that's exactly what it is! Killing forty warriors in a row, there is still power in your hands! In front of the mighty Mexican eagle, the Tarrascos are just hares waiting to be slaughtered, bowing their heads and dying, vulnerable to a single blow!"

Hearing this, the young commander laughed. He looked around the smiling warriors, looked at the loyal warrior chief again, and announced loudly.

"Bottard, you are the holy eagle Kuotli under the Throne of the Sun God, the first warrior among tens of thousands of troops! In this battle, the God of War has blessed you, so that you have divine power when fighting against Ability God believers. From now on, you are the 'Saint Eagle Warrior Commander' chosen by the gods in the army, and this is a noble status like a goddess!"

Hearing His Highness's words, the calm samurai chief showed shock. His chest was surging, thousands of emotions rushed into his heart, and he had mixed feelings for a while. He knew what those words meant. If His Highness's award is recognized by everyone, with the blessing of God's choice, he will no longer need to care about the origin of the commoners, and will have the qualification to command the noble legion.

After 30 years of martial arts practice and 20 years of fighting on the battlefield, the ideal of childhood is now!

Bertard's thoughts turned sharply, and he sighed at the ingenious choice of His Highness. Immediately, he knelt down on one knee and bowed his head in a deep salute.

Shirot laughed again. He glanced at all the warriors present with his clear eyes, looking at their faces with reverence, surprise, contemplation, or envy. The young commander kept calm and wrote it down secretly. Immediately, he looked at the fading clouds and slowly raised his longbow.

"In the name of the main **** Huizilopochtli! I, the bloodline of the gods of Mexica, the fourth-level chief priest of the high priesthood, the first heir of the king, Shirot, on behalf of the main **** reward the most devout warriors of the gods, Bertard of Tenochtitlan, bestowed on him the title of 'Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander'! From now on, he will be the bravest holy eagle under the throne of the Lord, fighting to the death for the glory of the Lord!"

With the cry of the young priest, the drizzle gradually stopped. The first ray of sunlight broke through the layers of clouds and fell from the dim sky, like the appearance of the sun god, attracting all the warriors to exclaim together.

Shulot looked at the bright sky and nodded secretly, the timing was just right. Afterwards, he raised the long bow above his head and let the sunlight fall on the big bow, like a blessing from the Lord God. The young priest shouted the name of the **** three times, and then solemnly presented the longbow to the knelt captain.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Bertard, you are already a warrior chosen by God to fight for the Sun God!"

Sherlot said so.

"Dedicate everything to the Lord! Your Highness, I will protect the gods in my heart, let the sun rise in the middle, and shine on the world forever!"

Bertard replied.

The sun fell, illuminating the faces of the two, and sketching a smile on the corners of their mouths. Between the young king and the old warrior, the second salute of allegiance, in this boat on the banks of the Le Mans.

After taking the oath, skip some ceremonies. Shirot took a step forward, raised the right hand of the samurai longbow holding the bow, and faced the many samurai and officers.

"My brave warriors, the Lord God blesses the brave! The battle of the gods will surely be won! The Mexicans are destined to conquer the world!"

Inspired by the young commander, the warriors present witnessed the miracle in their eyes, their morale revived, and they cheered together. Towards the first clear sunshine, they once again made a shocking and neat cry.

"God battle, conquer! God battle, conquer!..."

With a smile, Shirot nodded slightly as he listened to the passionate cries of the warriors.

He turned around and thought about the right person. Next, how should he spread Bertard's peerless achievements and the celestial phenomenon of the sun **** in the army together... After a while, he thought of the commander of the Temple Guard, an experienced old warrior, Etalic .

The sun shrouded the boat, forming a sacred halo. Shulot nodded and gave a few words in a low voice. A dozen small boats were separated from the fleet and went to the vicinity of the estuary fortress, carefully searching for possible survivors. Afterwards, the young commander raised his hand and pointed to the northeast, and the warriors responded with a bang. The fleet set off again to the wooden castle stronghold on the north shore.

Before leaving, Shilot glanced at the direction of the river mouth fortress for the last time and made up his mind secretly. He remembered the height of the bluestone city wall, the width and shape of the water gate, and some ideas became clearer. Afterwards, he recalled the round-faced nobleman who was in hot pursuit on the Tarasco boat, and his anger rose again. The young warrior slammed his stick and made a silent oath.

Nearly a hundred small boats galloped all the way, leaving the battlefield of the decisive battle behind and heading for the commander's wooden castle camp. Bertard stood around His Highness with a complicated expression and his heart tumbling. He pondered for a long time, but said softly.

"His Royal Highness, as you said. The warriors fight only with blood splattered for three feet and bloodshed for five steps. Although they are full of pride and have experienced life and death, what they decide is only one place at a time, dozens of people. The bravery of the general is also powerless.

And the commander-in-chief confrontation, vertical and horizontal hundreds of miles away, looking between heaven and earth. Winning a city in one battle, destroying a country in ten battles, and commanding ten thousand armies to fight, can be regarded as heroic.

As for the confrontation between the kings, the eyes are fixed on thousands of miles, and the heart includes a hundred years. Words and deeds become the law of the country, and every plan and plan establishes the general trend of the world. Like the earth that embraces everything, like the sun hanging high in the sky, this is your true destination! "

Hearing Bertard's exhortation, Shilot paused for a moment and carefully looked at the vicissitudes of the warrior chief's face. After a while, he laughed, grabbed the samurai captain's arm, and said kindly.

"Bottard, you are always by my side, but you can make me admire! Today, I was rescued by you, and I finally know your talent~www.readwn.com~ Being able to entrust you with important things...I admire you Your bravery, but love your wisdom even more!

An eagle flying high and showing great ambitions requires plump and powerful wings and eyes that can see everything clearly. Between you and me, it is the ruler and the minister, the wind tiger and the cloud dragon! "

Bertard looked into Shirault's eyes, as if he could see through the heart of the young king. Although he did not understand the meaning of the last sentence, he could feel the sincerity and respect in the words. He fell silent for a moment, fell to his knees, offered his hair again, and completed the last step of the allegiance ceremony.

Sherlot looked solemn. He took out the short dagger he carried, held the samurai's long hair, cut a bunch of it gently, and threw it into the great river of Taotao.

"Bottard, I already know your exhortation! I am now the commander of the army, and I will no longer be brave. The warrior Shulot, has gone with the river!"

Having said that, Shilot swung his short dagger sharply, cut off half of his hair, and threw it into the mighty Leman River. The turbulent river went all the way to the west, taking away the symbol of the young warrior and going to the endless Pacific Ocean. It will also return to its distant homeland one day.

Then, the young commander faced the big river that was heading west, raised his right hand high, and swore an oath to the sky aloud.

"Bottard, I swear in the name of my ancestor! One day, if I am the king, you will be the marshal! The river of Leman is endless, and the friendship between the ruler and the minister is endless. In this life, the heart and the heart will face each other, and the two will not lose each other!"

Hearing this, Bertard stood in a daze, and his eyes were a little wet. He suddenly remembered what Totec looked like when he died, and stretched out his hand to take the king's dagger. Then, the samurai chief stood on the river, slowly cut off his black hair, deeply cut his cheeks on both sides, and then quietly handed back the blood dagger, always silent.

This is a Mexica tradition. Cut off allegiance, swear oath, serve the king of God, that's all!