Aztec Eternals

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The wind was howling, the dark clouds were low, and the tent was quiet. This is the moment when the fate of the North is decided, and the flickering bonfire illuminates every solemn face.

Shulot looked at General Giova for a while. He pondered for a moment and asked the old priest.

"Oult priest, what kind of covenant do you want to sign? Alliance, city-state or individual?"

Alter was already prepared. he said aloud.

"There are all three, they are all brothers, how about it? The Mexica Alliance is the eldest brother, the Otomi Alliance is the younger brother, the Holy City is the eldest brother, the city of Ottopan is the younger brother, you are the eldest brother, Ji Owa is the younger brother. The two sides established a covenant and made peace with each other. When one is attacked, the other sends troops to help; when one takes the initiative to go out, the other has the obligation to support!"

Hearing this, Bertard turned pale. He stepped forward and scolded loudly.

"His Royal Highness is the newly born sun of the Mexicans and the future master of the world. How can I make a brotherhood with the general of the Otomi people?"

Shirot pondered for a moment, nodded to the samurai captain, and then said.

"Oort priest, right now, I can't fully represent the alliance. The alliance will not agree to the fraternal covenant, and the Mexicans only have vassals. What's more, can you represent the nobles of the states of the Otomi alliance?"

Alter bowed his head slightly, revealing his white hair. Since the last time he signed a contract and gave up Hilotepec City, his reputation has not been as good as before. After a while, the old priest said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I can't represent the nobles of the states. I am a religious leader, I can only represent the ancestral land of Otto Pam, and promise to bind the two states of Guamare and Palms. In this negotiation, the Mexica Union and Otto Between the rice alliance, it will still be in the form of a peace treaty, and the Otomi people will send troops to respond in exchange for food support from the Mexica people."

Then, Ault said calmly.

"As long as I am alive, the peace treaty between the two alliances can be guaranteed. If I die, Giova needs your support to control Ottopan City."

Sherlot stared for a while, then nodded.

"I agree, you send troops to fight in exchange for a new batch of food. Similarly, I can support Giova, but it can't be a brother's relationship, and my subordinates can't allow it."

Alt closed his eyes, his old face was shaking constantly. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and growled in a low voice.

"Then the two city-states are brothers, and the two of you are called brothers, but they are actually vassals! Giova cannot return to the city-states in the name of vassals. From then on, the two states are closely related politically and secretly united. We hand over protons in exchange for Your blessings, the military mutual aid response, the military mutual passage!"

Hearing this, Giova's expression changed drastically, and her hands clenched tightly. He looked at the young commander, who was about the same age as his son. Then, he looked at Priest Oort again, the respected old man's face was withered, and his mental strength was almost exhausted. After a long while, he bowed his head deeply and said nothing.

Sherlot looked serious and fell into deep thought. Having said that, the old priest's intentions are already very straightforward. Giova represented the city of Ottopan, and went to him alone. In the form of an unequal covenant, in exchange for the blessing of the Holy City family, they will be united with each other since then. This is the direction he never imagined.

After a long while, Shulott laughed loudly. His eyes were shining, and he no longer concealed the lofty ambitions in his heart.

"Alt, you can actually do this! You seized the most ingenious opportunity to find the most suitable opportunity for the Otomi people. I really admire you! At this time, I can't refuse you. The proposal. Come, use the highest sacred ceremony, under the common witness of the gods and ancestors, let us conclude a blood oath that cannot be broken!"

Hearing this, the old priest nodded calmly, but there was no joy on his face. He just performed a solemn courtesy, toward the path he had found.

Soon, the priests who accompanied the army were busy. In the tent, a curling smoke was lit, and a flaming holy fire was lit in the center. The priests played the distant bamboo flutes, the generals beat the low wooden drums, and the remaining warriors danced the war dance around the center of the ceremony.

At the center of the tent, the young priest danced first. He took the divine staff that had not been used for a long time, danced the priestly dance of the holy city, and sang Qingyue's prayers. His movements were slow and solemn, like a jaguar striding, and his voice was high and sharp, like a croaking eagle.

The old priest took out an ancient clay mask. Half of the mask is black and the other half is white. This is a treasure handed down by the Otomi people for thousands of years, from the ancient Olmec era. He covered his face with a mask, and his old body danced in an ancient and clumsy dance, then swayed and swayed quickly, like a feathered snake walking in mythology. In the ancient sacrificial dance, he kept hissing, and the low-frequency snake sound was creepy. Occasionally, he would utter a low chanting, in an incomprehensible tone, telling a long-standing legend.

A mysterious atmosphere pervaded the tent, and everyone's expressions were serious and focused. In the hearts of all people, this sacred ceremony is real and has divine power. Once this highest oath is violated, the reputation will be devastated.

The holy priestly dance lasted for a full quarter of an hour. Only then did the two priests, one old and one young, stop, Shulot was covered in sweat, and Oort was shaky. The two walked to the sacred fire in the center and called for different gods to descend. As the name of the gods sounded, the generals and the warriors also stopped at the same time, knelt down on one knee, and prayed to the center.

Then, Oort beckoned, and Giova stepped forward with a solemn expression. Bertard also walked to the center to protect His Royal Highness. The priests accompanying the army prepared a large cup of cold cocoa and sent it before the holy fire.

Shilot looked at Giova, who was facing him, and nodded to the old friend. Immediately, he took out the obsidian dagger, cut off a bunch of hair, and threw it into the holy fire. The same is true for Giova, the faint burnt smell dissipated instantly.

Then, the young commander spread his left hand. Without hesitation, he slashed his palm with a sharp dagger. The stinging pain struck instantly, and blood dripped down, dyeing the cocoa below red. Then he handed the dagger to Giova.

Bertard was wary. Giova deeply cut his palm, and more blood flowed down, falling into the cocoa continuously. The sacred cocoa turned bright red, and the blood of both sides fused together.

Afterwards, Shilot picked up the pottery cup on the ground and drank half of the bright red cup. The metallic mushroom-like taste lingers in the mouth, along with the characteristic bitterness of cocoa.

"Under the gaze of the Sovereign Lord! I, Shurot of Teotihuacan, descendant of the ancestor Akamapictelli, swear by the spirit of the ancestors, make a blood oath with Giova of Ottopan!

I will regard Giova as my younger brother, my loyal vassal. I will give him shelter for the rest of my life. Protect his life, protect the city-state of Ottopan, protect the people of Otomi here! This oath is established. If you violate this oath, people and gods will abandon it! "

Shulot recited aloud, and the solemn ceremony brought a special feeling. In the distant mist, he was a little dazed, as if he really felt the touch of his ancestors and the gaze of the gods.

Giova was unusually solemn. He took the clay cup and drank the other half of the bright red in one gulp. Then, he pressed his **** palm to his chest, stared at the holy fire with his long and narrow eyes, and shouted loudly.

"Under the gaze of the primordial gods! I, Giova of Ottopan, descendant of the lord Otopa, swear by the spirit of the ancestors, make a blood oath with Shurot of Teotihuacan!

I will regard Shirot as my eldest brother and my noble suzerain. I will be loyal to him for the rest of my life. Guard his life, provide armies and tributes, and make the Otomi people here his obedient people! This oath is established. If I violate my oath, I will be punished by God, drained of blood and separated from limbs! Ancestors bear witness to my oath, and I engrave the covenant on my face! "

Having said this, Giova looked sharply at the wounds on both sides of Bertard's cheeks. He raised the sharp blade, pierced the side of his face, and made the same mark without changing his face. Afterwards, he looked calm and looked at the young sect master in front of him with a hint of rebelliousness.

Shirot nodded calmly. He removed the sun talisman from his neck and pointed his **** fingers to the ground. Drops of blood fell, dust splashed, and red spread on the ground.

Giova was slightly taken aback. He understood the meaning of it, hesitated in his heart, and turned to look at the old priest Ault.

The pupils of the old priest contracted, he said softly.

"His Royal Highness, for thousands of years, the primordial **** has protected the Otomi people. This is our belief from the heart."

Shulot shook his head solemnly.

"Alt, the main **** is supreme, and the original **** can abdicate and become a saint. If the Otomi people want to truly integrate into the alliance, they must finally regard the **** of war as the supreme. Of course, this is not in a hurry, and Giova does not need to openly change it. But at this moment, he must accept the amulet of the Lord God and secretly convert here!"

Alter looked at His Highness, feeling the determination that could not be disobeyed. After a while, he nodded silently.

Giova was stunned for a long time, and there seemed to be a heavy weight on his knees. Shirot didn't rush, just waited peacefully. There was a long struggle on his face, and different expressions changed, but he couldn't settle. The old priest finally sighed and patted his shoulder lightly.

"My child, I grew up watching you grow up. Your father died on the battlefield after years of slaughter, and your son died of sickness after starvation during the siege. Generations of Otomi people died of war and famine. We in The northern border is difficult to maintain the inheritance of the ethnic group and fight against waves of invaders. For the continuation of our ethnic group, everything can be sacrificed. Precious faith is also a measurable price... How can this be an exception?"

Hearing this, Giova looked at the always pious old priest in shock. Complicated thoughts flowed in his chest. He was burning all over and wanted to scream, but in the end he suddenly lost his strength and knelt down in front of Shirot.

Shirot looked deeply at the old priest again. Immediately, the young priest nodded solemnly, put the silver amulet on Giova's neck, and then held his hair.

"Giova, in the presence of the Sovereign Lord God, you will swear to Him that you will receive a sacred duty to glorify the Lord God's glory! Come and recite His divine name with me, Huizilopochtli..."

"Vizilopochtli..."

Giova's face darkened. In the face of reality, he lost the belief that he persisted in, and also wiped out the unruly in his heart.

Shilot stared at Giova's expression and nodded in satisfaction.

"I will promise you the future!"

The old priest turned around in vicissitudes and did not watch this scene until the end of the conversion ceremony.

The sky was getting dark, and the oath came to an end. The two priests, one old and one young, stood facing each other again, looking at each other's faces.

"Alt, why did you choose me?" Shirott looked at the old priest in front of him, he seemed to be much older again.

"His Royal Highness, I watched for a long time. I saw your rapid growth, and I saw an infinite future." Alter replied calmly.

Shirot was silent for a moment and asked again.

"Why choose me?"

"The situation in the world is changing, and everything will change. Forced by current events, you are the hope for the continuation of the Otomi people." Alter thought for a moment and gave the answer in his heart.

"Why?" the boy asked.

This time, Oort also thought about it for a long time. After a long while, he answered slowly.

"Because, in your bones, you are a good person you can trust."

Shulot was silent for a long time. He waved his hand and turned away. Behind him, Alter gave a deep salute.

The oath of the two sides was formally signed. In the deep twilight, the Ortomi envoys hurried away. Selot sat in the big tent, silently looking at the dark sky, and fell into a long thought. Light and darkness are intertwined in the young man's heart repeatedly. Behind him, Bertard stood quietly, watching the vicissitudes of life.

The Mexican Army waited two more days. From the city of Ottopan, an 8,000-strong Hikipili regiment, led by Giova, joined the Northern Army in Mexica.

Shulot led the **** and greeted Ottopan's army with joy, but was speechless for a while. Among the legions that the old priest Oort had promised, only three thousand lean warriors could really take part in the battle. As for the remaining 5,000 Otomi militiamen, they were all skinny and hungry, and they probably hadn't eaten a full meal for months.

The young commander looked at it for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. These militiamen can only be used as civilian husbands, and they also need to provide enough food for at least half a month. It is no wonder that the old priest is so refreshing. However, the shipping capacity of the Mexica Marine Division was limited, and there were not enough civilians in the Northern Route Army. With these people there, a lot of clutter will be handled by someone. Some extremely manpower-consuming siege equipment began to appear in his mind, such as taking full advantage of the range, buildings with complex structures, and high platforms with piles of soil.

After completing the purpose of the trip, the Mexican army then turned south and returned to the wooden fort on the banks of the Leman River. The Otomi were scattered and placed in two camps far from the main fort. The warriors of Ottopan maintained an independent organization and were self-contained. The 5,000 militiamen were organized to cut down the forests in the mountains and make siege equipment. The continuous wind and rain continued to fall, but the rain began to gradually decrease. The rainy season has passed the most prosperous season, and new fighters are being born.

Time flies, and it is September in the blink of an eye. The Tarrasco convoy returned from the west with reinforcements full of Chapala. Seeing the gradually gathering enemy army, Shulot was a little anxious. He dispatched a large number of scouts to scout the south bank at any time.

It was another early morning. After finishing his morning training, Shilot came to the city and looked at it from afar. The rain gradually dissipated, and the clouds became clear. Under the gradually exposed sunlight, the vast Mexica fleet finally slowly emerged from the east of the river.