Aztec Eternals

The sun sits high, the clouds linger, and the deep sky reflects the majesty of the earth. When the king called out, hundreds of people repeated, and the loud voice echoed in front of the army. Hearing Suan Guayou's request, the warriors of the two armies were excited at the same time. They clenched the weapons in their hands and murmured.

In the hearts of most people in this era, the fate of mortals has long been predestined by gods, and mortal wars please the gods in the sky. Death is always there, unavoidable, and coming at any time. Only a glorious death can go to the kingdom of God in heaven and give the soul the best destination. And the holy covenant is the most glorious death and victory!

Not far away, in the team of the messengers of Mexica, the black wolf Toltek, wearing a low-key wolf helmet, stared at the king of Tarasco for a moment. He held the longbow in his hand and was sixty paces apart, but he never found a chance to shoot. The bronze axe guards held large shields, which were tightly shielded in front of the king. On the head of the king, he was wearing a metal armor with golden light.

Toltec tilted his head slightly, and the bright light of the armor blinded his eyes again. With regretful and envious "tsk tsk" twice, he began to carry out His Highness's next mission, trying to remember Su Angua's appearance and stature, so as to prepare for possible pursuit. Soon, a middle-aged warrior with a precise pace walked up to Su Angua and whispered a few words. King Tarrasco put down his scepter, shouted loudly, and fought against the Legion of Mexica!

Hearing the holy battle, the black wolf Toltek was refreshed. He grinned, revealing a wolf-like smile, with majestic fighting intent in his eyes, sweeping over the elite warriors beside the king one by one. And at this moment, the middle-aged warrior also looked over at the same time, revealing the simple and simple face of Shen Yi. At this moment, the two looked at each other, and both saw similar confidence and desire in each other's eyes!

Yodou's cry echoed in front of the battle. Under the banner of the black wolf, Shulot pondered for a few breaths and looked at the samurai chief.

"Bottard, where is Iscali's southern detachment now?"

"His Royal Highness, the last time I heard about it was the day before yesterday. At that time, he had already been ordered to lead his army northward, from more than 100 miles to the south, to the city of Ivacio. The two days the Royal Tarasco army was launched in the south. , obscured the surrounding battlefield, and the communication between the messenger and the scout was temporarily cut off. However, the army of Suangua has already been exposed. As long as Iscali has the fighting spirit, he must be on his way!"

Shulot nodded and said with a smile.

"The Last Moon has been famous for a long time, and he is never afraid of fighting. Then, let's fight Suan Guayo!"

The young commander raised his right hand and responded to the front of the formation, and the hundreds of guards beside him repeated in unison.

"The **** of war Huizilopochtli is guarding us! The warriors of the alliance are never afraid of any challenge! Suangua, if you want to fight, fight!"

The heroic answer echoed in the sky and the earth, and the short cries were like the drums of war. Su Angua looked surprised and thoughtful. He paused for a moment, touched the extraordinary and sturdy bronze armor on his body, and then his expression became ruthless, and he continued to respond loudly.

"The sun-god is watching us! The holy covenant is supreme! In the name of the gods, I, the king of Tarrasco, Kasuncchi of the Prepechas, Suangua of the god-born, to the highness of the Mexica, Tenoch The god-initiator of the Titlans, the god-born Shirot, fights the eternal battle of glory!"

"what?!"

This time, it was Shulot's turn to look surprised. The battle between the marshals of the two armies, even in the ancient times of the Teotihuacans, was extremely rare. As for the duel between the two kings, it is even more unique in the epic. There are too many uncertainties in this one-on-one fight, and no one party can be completely sure.

Bertard stepped forward nervously and persuaded in a low voice.

"His Royal Highness, you are a shining sun, you don't have to compete with the eagle! Besides, you are still young, and your future martial arts will never be inferior to me!"

Hearing this, Shirot's face flushed slightly. He opened his mouth with a smile.

"Don't worry, Bertard, I know my current level. This is personal courage. I focus on the world and don't take it to heart. Su Angua makes such an impossible request, on the one hand, it shows his anxiety at a disadvantage. , on the one hand, it is just to try to dampen the morale of our army. Now, I have a little more confidence in the next battle! "

After saying that, Shirot's expression became solemn, and he shouted again to the front of the formation.

"The real king never goes into battle easily, relying on his own martial arts to seek victory. Because the king's duty is to rule, and the warrior's duty is to fight! Why should the wolf king go and capture the white deer in person? Go, I am loyal and loyal. Brave warriors, prove your glory to the king!"

The fierce drums of war were sounded, the temple guards blew a mournful death whistle, and the senior warriors let out a thrilling cry of excitement. Then, the flag of the commander-in-chief was waved. One hundred Mexica warriors with brave names walked out of the elite scout team one after another. They strode to the front of the two armies and roared at Tarrasco's legions.

Seeing the holy yodou, Iser of Trokhambong is excited, this is the fastest way to fame! He clenched the battle stick in his hand, and was about to step forward. At a critical moment, the old family warrior chief held his shoulders, and with a light side fall, he fell to the ground.

"Who?...You!...Samurai Chief, why did you attack me?"

The old samurai captain glanced at Izel, and said indifferently.

"Izel, you are the representative of the family's war, and I have to keep your life. Although His Royal Highness praised your bravery in person, you need to have a clear understanding of yourself. I have followed the great Montezuma. In the battle against the Mistecs."

Having said that, the old warrior chief lifted his battle suit, and there was a long and narrow cut on his chest, almost splitting him in half.

"A battle before the battle, you will never die, how can you be able to participate now! Let's take a good look. When will your martial arts be better than mine... Only when you are lucky, you can barely get out of the group battle. survive!"

Iszel gritted his teeth in anger and got up from the ground. He raised his head angrily, looked in front of the formation, and his expression soon became solemn. After a while, sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.

King Tarrasco's troops have returned to the army. Hundreds of Tarrasco warriors, armed with bronze axes, battle clubs or bronze spears, entered the arena of competition in front of the army. Warriors on both sides held high weapons and shields, boasting of their prowess to the **** of war. The warriors in the army also shouted loudly, roaring towards the opposite side. And the war priests sang and called for the coming of the **** of war. Then, accompanied by a mournful chanting, the short war drum suddenly sounded!

The warriors on both sides immediately burst into a desperate cry, clenched the weapons in their hands, and charged towards the opposite side. But after a dozen breaths, the two hundred warriors were completely entangled together.

Iszel was dizzy and amazed. The combat skills of these senior warriors are so skilled that almost every engagement is amazing! They swept and swiped, stabbed forward, slashed downward, raised their shields, deflected their side shields, swiped their shields to counterattack, and then made rapid progress, made small leaps and stepped backwards, and stepped diagonally. Just right. It's a dance between life and death!

Elite warriors always regard their shields as their lives, and it is difficult to get quick results in frontal catching and fighting. A Mexican warrior slammed his stick twice, then kicked it hard, knocking back the shield-wielding enemy in front of him. He took a deep breath, didn't stop, and turned around suddenly. The sharp battle stick swept across at once, hitting another enemy who was fighting. The Tarrasco warrior heard the wind and tried to move his shield sideways. The other opponent in front of him showed no mercy, and took a step forward to suppress his shield with his weapon. The swept battle stick came suddenly, with majestic power in the whistling. The Tarrasco warrior only had time to show a panic before death on his face, and he turned his neck with a "click", and his face was beaten to a pulp.

One-shot lethal, precise and concise kills. The Mexican warrior who killed first showed a bright smile and nodded to the cooperating warrior. However, after just two breaths, his smile would freeze forever, and his head would hang down forever. "Pfft", "Zizzi". A sharp point of the spear came out of his chest, and then suddenly retracted. The splattered blood shot out from the pierced heart, splattered in a fan shape of several meters, and sprayed another samurai. Afterwards, the dead body "popped" forward and fell to the ground, and a sharp copper spear suddenly stabbed from behind the body. The blood-stained Mexica warrior gritted his teeth and roared, and raised his shield to meet him. A new round of catch-and-fight is about to begin!

Calm stalemates are always short-lived, and fierce fights escalate rapidly. As tens of thousands of warriors watched the battle, two hundred warriors roared and sprayed blood. But after dozens of breaths, the first layer of bright red was stained on the ground before the formation.

"Shira", senior scout Nekali made a vicious sneak attack, slashing through the cotton battle clothes halfway, and slashing the waist and abdomen of the enemy in front of him. "Zizzi", the rushing blood immediately took the internal organs and gushed out from the huge wound that was cut across. Nekali gave a cruel smile. He ignored the mortal enemy, but immediately took two steps back, quickly bowed his waist and raised his shield to avoid possible attacks. Then, he swept his eyes and kept moving his steps, looking for an opportunity for a new round of battle.

"Crack", "Put", another successful sneak attack. Nekali smirked again. Then he smacking his lips suspiciously, the split hand just now doesn't seem right? The senior scout quickly took a few steps back, out of the line of engagement, and then looked around. The tragic battlefield was already full of blood, and the cry of dying resounded through the field. In just a quarter of an hour, the warriors who were fighting with each other had already been killed by more than half!

The Mexica warriors already had an advantage in numbers. The elite warriors howled and gradually surrounded the Tarrascos from both sides. And the frontal fight became more and more intense and frantic. From time to time, the red-eyed Tarasco warriors threw away their shields and stopped defending. Holding spears in both hands, they rushed forward decisively, while stabbing the enemy to death, they were also killed by the surrounding enemies, and they went to the kingdom of God with the opponent in front of them!

Seeing this scene, Nekali shook his head, this was the last madness of the beast before he died. Then, he finally dared to lower his head and look at the battle stick in his hand. The blood slowly dripped from the slot of the battle stick, and was absorbed by the cotton cloth wrapped around the handle of the stick. The sharp obsidian on the socket was completely blunt, and the bright red light flickered in the sunlight.

"Bah, **** it! Hard-boned Tarasco!"

Nekali cursed in a low voice, then bowed his waist and raised his shield again, and quietly groped on the gradually advancing battlefield to find a suitable weapon.

But for a moment, his eyes lit up, and a shiny copper axe appeared a few steps away from him. He kicked away the corpse of the high-ranking warrior of Tarrasco with a forceful kick, and happily and quickly picked up the axe on the ground. The smooth axe blade is exceptionally sharp, and the metal axe face flashes cold light, reflecting his youthful and fierce face. Facing himself on the copper axe, Nekali was slightly startled. After a while, in this fiercely shouting battlefield, he couldn't help grinning again, revealing the bright smile before hunting!

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