Aztec Eternals

Curly blue smoke rose, with the priest's song, dedicated to the gods in the sky. Shirot stood under the banner of the gods, silently looking up at the sky. After a long while, he answered slowly and clearly.

"Bottard, you're right. I can't accept Suangwa's surrender."

Shulot lowered his eyes slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, it was raging fighting intent.

"The Tarrasco royal family must not be retained! This is not only the will of the elders, but also the need to rule the land in the lake. The Mexica Alliance does not want the Tarrasco people to submit in name, but directly controls every conqueror. The city-state is truly rooted in this fertile land."

"The conflict between me and Suangwa cannot be reconciled. The Patzcuaro Lake area will become my foundation and lay the foundation for my future career, and the southwestern mountainous area is an opportunity for great social development! Eliminate the royal family, relocate nobles, innovate priests, develop iron Mine... The plan cannot be changed. Only a blank sheet of paper can make a grand picture!"

Listening to the declaration of the young king, Bertard bowed his head and saluted, respectfully giving advice.

"Your Highness, since this is the case, there is no need for you to meet Suangua. Tarrasco nobles are like crocodiles in the Tulsa River, fierce, savage and cunning. The great Teotihuacan Empire has disappeared for thousands of years, The noble kingdom of Tula has also been turned into a mound. The ancient etiquette is practically meaningless to the new alliance."

The samurai chief paused, the arrow wound on his back still aching. His face was as calm as water, with the fortitude of a commoner warrior.

"His Royal Highness, you are the sun of the future. You should not easily meet with the enemy royal family alone, and you must not lose the most important reputation of the king! You hope that Su Angua will surrender sincerely and end the war as soon as possible; I swore an oath with him before."

Speaking of this, Bertard's eyes sharpened, revealing the fierceness of a senior warrior, taking life and death as ordinary.

"Then, let the honorable members of the royal family in the legion take your place and meet the king of Tarasco! If the king of Tarasco is really willing to lay down his arms, let this man accept all the treaties and meet Suangua Make an oath to the gods!"

Shulot was slightly startled, and he looked at the samurai captain who was close to him.

"Honorable member of the royal family? Who is it?"

"The glorious nobleman of Tlatelolco, 'Destroyer' Tepopolo. The family of Tlatelolco has been married to the royal family for generations. Tepopolo's mother and grandmother are princesses of the royal family of Mexica. . And in the Legion, he often considered himself a member of the royal family."

"Anna mentioned it to me. There are rumors from the nobles of the capital that Tepopolo intends to hand over the family territory and seek a suitable fief on the vast territory of the Tarasco Kingdom. He has deep roots and is the first to take the initiative. The glorious nobles who surrendered their lands. Neither King Avet nor the Immortal Elder will treat him badly."

"Although he can't be compared with His Royal Highness and has no access to the rich Patzcuaro Lake District, he will definitely be able to gain a foothold in Mikan's land. In this way, he is a potential competitor of His Highness. He does not know the elder's will. , let him go to recruit King Suangua!"

At this point, Bertard remained silent. Whether Tepopolo succeeded in surrendering, broke his promise or broke his promise, or failed to surrender or was attacked and died, it would be beneficial and harmless to His Highness.

Shirot's eyes became dark. After a moment, he nodded slightly.

"As you say."

Then, the young commander gave a loud order.

"Notify the messenger of Suangwa. Tell him, according to ancient etiquette, the royal family of the Mexica will meet with the royal family of Tarasco before the two armies!"

"Call the noble noble Tepopolo, and I will order him personally!"

The sun climbed high on the zenith and sat majestically above the clouds, watching the world patiently. The vast army formation was fully unfolded on the field. Two huge legions, separated by a distance of several miles, are waiting for the decisive battle of fate. Veteran warriors sat on the ground with weapons in front of them. Their expressions were calm, they accumulated the physical strength to fight, and they chatted and laughed with each other from time to time. They had long regarded death in battle as normal. The pike militias were highly disciplined and low-ranking. They continued to maintain the integrity of the formation, just relaxing their legs and feet in place, silently waiting for the decision of the gods.

After a while, two teams of nearly a hundred people slowly walked out of the army formations on both sides. The banners of the royal families of Mexica and Tarrasco flew in front of the team, and elite warriors surrounded the leader.

Tepopolo the "Destroyer" was wearing a gorgeous noble battle uniform and a drooping battle feather crown, and walked in the forefront in high spirits.

Since leading three thousand warriors to participate in the Western Expedition, Tepopolo has been full of setbacks, and most of his expected power and glory have failed. First, he failed to seek marriage with the commander-in-chief of the navy, Anatri, and was not due to the navy of the alliance. Then he spent months at the North Shore Fortress, moldy in the rainy season, and practiced ignominious bows and arrows with royal warriors. Then, in a battle on Lake Yuriria, he fought as a front line, and half of his men were killed in the battle. Looking back at this moment, the tragic place still has lingering fears.

It was followed by a long repair, and it was not until the estuary fortress was captured that his legion moved there to control the key logistical nodes. He had just regained his composure and had a few banquets with the surrendered Tarrasco nobles. The old-fashioned Husok took advantage of the opportunity to capture Huayamo, left his army in the river mouth fortress, and sent himself to the front-line legion to participate in "the glorious battle of the siege of the capital."

As reinforcements sent by the king, Tepopolo understood the fears of the Holy City lineage. He has no chance and no intention to fight for military power on the North Road. Seeing that the victory of the West Expedition was set, his eyes were already turned to the future. The latest messenger sent a month ago has returned, and through the transfer of the intelligence officer, the king gave him a clear commitment.

"It's not the best, but it's acceptable."

Tepopolo thought with a smile.

"Whether Marshal Shulot is cautious and timid, or avoids suspicion, the chance to meet will eventually fall to me! The epic singing is an afterthought. If I can recruit the king of Tarasco, I can truly Lay a foundation in the land of Mikancho and establish a relationship with the nobles of Tarrasco. As a brave warrior, how can you look forward to the future? Why take some risks for this kind of feat!"

Tepopolo strutted, raised his eyes and looked forward, Tarrasco's king flag was already within a hundred paces. Surrounded by the bronze axe guards, a tall king dressed in golden bronze armor and a purple bronze helmet, holding a sapphire scepter high in his hand, greeted him from afar.

Tepopolo looked solemn. He raised the family scepter in his hand and bowed solemnly to the polite King Tarrasco. At the same time, he greeted the approaching team with a loud, confident and loud voice.

"The royal family members of Mexica, the glorious nobles of Tlatelolco, Tepopolo the Destroyer, pay tribute to the ancient royal family of Tarasco! This is the lofty greeting of the gods and the witness of the gods. meeting!"

Afterwards, the noble noble Tepopolo put down his scepter and nodded slightly towards the opposite side. When he raised his head, the king on the opposite side had not replied yet, still holding the divine scepter high. Tepopolo thought for a moment, thinking that this was the ancient ceremony that the Tula people were waiting for, then raised the scepter again and shouted loudly.

"Under the witness of the Lord God, the great war of gods is about to come to an end! The Sun God has enough holy blood to continue to burn and shine on the world! The supreme alliance assumes the responsibility of commanding the world and saves the ministries and the people!"

After a long time, until the two teams reached within sixty paces, the reply from the Tarrascos was delayed.

"King of Tarrasco, Kasungchi of the Prepecha, the eagle of the land of the lake, His Majesty Suangua is here to greet the emerging Mexica royal family!"

"The sun **** watches us and guides the destination of all things. The divine blood flows on the gods and determines the fate of the world. Only the future king can talk to the supreme king. May I ask His Royal Highness Serote of Mexica , are you in the team ahead?"

Tepopolo's face darkened and his heart was slightly angry. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"According to the conventions of the alliance, His Royal Highness Shirot bears the flag of the head coach and bears the glory of the **** of war. Once he stands in the legion, he will not move half a step until the battle is over! The Tlatelolco family It is one of the oldest families in Mexica that has been passed down for a hundred years. As a glorious nobleman of Tenochtitlan, I will fully represent the alliance and the royal family!"

Again there was no answer for a long time. Tepopolo's heart sank. With his last hope, he made a promise.

"I swear in the name of my family that on the land of prickly pears and rocks, there must be a place for eagles on the lake to live!"

Sixty steps away, Su Angua stopped. He did not reply to the call from the other side, but carefully observed the leader of the Mexicans. Through the feather helmet, he saw the face of the middle-aged man. Then, he swept over the Mexica warriors behind him one by one, judging their height. After searching for a few breaths, he finally sighed in disappointment.

A few steps behind Suangua, the "Hound" warrior Yuku clenched the longbow in his hand, stared at the leader of the Mexicans, and looked at the divine scepter instructed by the king from the corner of his eye. He understands the importance of the task, and along the way, he has been practicing in his mind, estimating the exact distance. For a senior hunter, the opportunity to hunt birds is always fleeting, and shooting with a bow has long become his fighting instinct. With steady hands, sharp eyes, and close coordination, the prey will fall in response to the half-bow.

However, Yuku waited nervously for a long time, but did not wait for the divine scepter to fall. He hesitated for a moment, then made a waiting gesture to the marksmen behind him. Then, he took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, the Marshal of the Mexicans should not appear. This royal family member needs me to stay?"

Su Angua shook his head, showing a little helplessness, and the divine scepter in his hand finally fell.

"What's the use of catching a chirping cardinal if a proud eagle can't catch a noble quetzal?"

Afterwards, Su Angua looked solemn and shouted to the opposite side majestically.

"The glory of the king cannot be violated! Since the black wolf of Mexica is unwilling to meet, the condor of Tarasco will never fall to the ground! In this case, let the holy battle decide our destination!"

Su Angua paused, looked at his cronies beside him~www.readwn.com~ and asked in a low voice.

"I'm sorry you left this in vain. When will the support from the capital arrive?"

The confidant showed gratitude, bowed his head respectfully, and replied softly.

"The scout has already contacted the capital. The chief has dispatched three thousand warriors and is on the way to support. For the past two days, the reinforcements have been concealed, and there are still more than 20 miles left."

"Three thousand warriors, more than twenty miles... If that's the case, let's fight the Mexicans on the opposite side!"

Su Angua nodded, the doubts in his eyes flashed away. At this time, the capital can still draw three thousand warriors? The samurai traveled for dozens of miles, how much fighting power was left? He forcibly put away his thoughts, showed a confident smile again, and shouted to the opposite side.

"The Mexicans are the heaviest warriors, and so are the Tarrascos. According to ancient etiquette, the fearless Tarrasco warriors will fight against the warriors of the Mexicas! Under the watchful eyes of the **** of war, let The bravest warriors will fight against each other, and offer the highest salute!"

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