Aztec Eternals

The setting sun, like bright red cocoa, trickles down into the dark sky, leaving only a faint afterglow in the western sky. Bertard squatted beside Yoku's gradually icy corpse and stared silently for a long time. Familiar memories flooded into his mind again, into his eyes, and in the vicissitudes of the Samurai Chief's pupils, a layer of more vicissitudes of depth was smeared.

"This is the fate of the samurai, and no one can escape..."

Bertard watched the Hound's smile and murmured softly. After a while, he shook his head gently, reached out his hand, and closed Yuku's wide eyes. Then, the samurai captain took out the sharp black yao stone dagger from his waist, handed it out slowly, and pressed it on the hound's neck... He needed to bring the token to report to His Highness.

"Haha! Dear Holy Eagle Warrior Commander, look who I caught!!"

The cheerful laughter came from the forest not far away, and soon came to the front. Bertard looked up, and saw Toltek clasping his hands tightly, a young warrior decorated with guards on his shoulders, striding forward with excitement on his face.

Taking advantage of the last remaining light in the sky, the samurai captain watched carefully. The warrior was disheveled, his hands and feet were tightly bound by hemp ropes, a ball of cotton was stuffed in his mouth, and he was struggling on the shoulders of the black wolf while screaming "woohoo". At this moment, he looks like a captured elk, falling into the hands of the Mexica warriors!

"This is...?"

Bertard brushed the young warrior's disheveled hair and looked at the arrogant, angry look in the other's eyes; then, he squeezed the warrior's chin, forcing him to open his mouth, and observed the white teeth that showed no trace of wear; finally, he pulled Opening the other party's neckline, he glanced at the pampered white neck, and the red blood on the neck... Then thinking of the hound's dying performance... The warrior chief's face finally showed incredible shock.

"Is this...?!"

"Yes, I have recognized his face! This is the king of Tarasco, Kasong of the Prepecha people, the most sacred prey I have captured in my life, and the white deer named by His Highness, King Suangua !"

The black wolf Toltek was in high spirits, and his eyes were about to shine. He bent down carefully, and handed Su Angua, who was struggling in vain, to the samurai captain.

"Beloved Knight Commander of the Holy Eagle, you taught me my martial arts, recommended my talents, and saved my life today! ... This sacred prey, I want to give it to you, let you dedicate it to His Highness!"

Hearing this, Bertard was slightly startled. He looked into Toltec's sincere eyes, and after a while, he smiled happily.

"Toltek, this is His Highness's white deer, and it is also the most sacred sacrifice in the entire Western Expedition! Once he is returned to the capital of the lake, all the priests and elders, all the citizens of the capital, and the entire Mexica Union , and even the whole world, will be boiling for it! And you will also become the strongest warrior who is famous in the world and spreads the epic! ... Toltec, do you really want this credit?"

Hearing that he was famous all over the world, Toltek showed deep yearning on his face. He tugged at his hair and thought about it for a while, before he was ashamed and asked Ai Ai for a while.

"Ah, this... esteemed Paladin Knight, can we offer this prey together..."

Bertard laughed. He looked at the simple and resolute young man in front of him, and became more and more sure that the other party was his most suitable successor... The samurai captain said with a smile in his heart.

"Black Wolf, you captured Suangua yourself! This is your credit, I don't want it, and I don't need it... But ah, you really can't take this credit alone. Kuluka and Ezpan's spears The legion suffered the most casualties and broke the enemy line from the front. According to His Highness's consideration, the credit for capturing the king was originally reserved for them... Moreover, these two generals, like us, were born in the civilian population. Get closer too..."

The sound of the wind blew away the whispers in the forest and turned into a whimper in the wind. Su Angua was lying on the icy soil, watching himself being pushed aside as prey, and the anger of shame engulfed his heart. He arched his legs, struggled **** the ground, and shouted "woohoo". Then, he saw the familiar head of the hound, hanging from the waist of another Mexican warrior, with a dying smile on his face.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!!"

The king's cry turned into a choked roar, finally alarming the two who were talking. Drops of blood flowed down the king's neck, with large drops of warm tears.

"His neck hurt?"

"It's just broken. Tarrasco's eagle is tough, much tougher than the gutless crocodile. When I approached him just now, he resisted twice. He killed himself with a dagger. It's just that his arm was injured and he moved a little slower..."

"Then you have to bandage it. Such a sacred offering has never been seen before in the history of the alliance. It must be returned to the capital of the lake alive!"

Bertard leaned over as he spoke. The samurai commander quickly shot, a precise uppercut, hitting Suangua on the chin. The densely packed nerves simultaneously send out intense pain signals, and the cerebellum connected to the trigeminal nerve is instantly unbalanced. The young king rolled his eyes in an instant, stopped struggling abruptly, and completely fainted on the ground. The samurai chief nodded with satisfaction, his skills in capturing prisoners had not yet fallen. Then, the two quickly bandaged Su Angua's wound, and they walked out of the forest cautiously, carrying the precious "white deer" one after the other.

The fight outside the forest has come to an end. Under the outflanking of the superior forces and the shooting of precise bows and arrows, almost all the bronze axe guards in the rear were killed. Only a few people, taking advantage of the dark night, escaped into the dangerous forest. The Mexica warriors lit torches and scattered in the woods in a group of dozens. It was not until the two commanders appeared in front of them, and Bertard raised the head of the hound high, that the warriors of the alliance broke out into enthusiastic cheers!

The samurai chief gave an order loudly, and gathered the scattered samurai. Then, he called the lieutenant and whispered a few words in a low voice. A dozen personal guards then came in a low-key manner and took over the unconscious Su Angua. Black Wolf himself sat on the throne and stayed by the side. The army set off immediately, and the unconscious King Tarrasco walked out of the forest with his head lowered and carried on his back.

A faint moon rose from the east, illuminating the cascading corpses in front of the woods. The copper axes of the corpse were all picked up, leaving only the broken leather armor and the deep blood on the ground. The wind blew softly over the treetops, and Ye Xiao chirped in a low voice. Its round eyes widened and it sniffed death on the ground. The prestigious Tarrasco Guard Corps was silently destroyed here, and disappeared forever in the forest!

The night was getting dark, and hundreds of soldiers held torches high, took their prey, and hurried northward into the vast wilderness. Bertard looked around, and the cascading shadows shrouded the earth, covering up the traces of the day's fighting. And thousands of torches swayed across the plain like stars in the sky. In the dense star battle, the samurai's shouts were constantly interspersed.

The army did not go far, but a large number of samurai came towards them, greeting them from a distance.

"But the Holy Eagle Warrior Commander's troops?"

"Exactly! Where are you from?"

"I am the hereditary noble of Tenochtitlan, the lieutenant of the commander of Iscali, and Cozart of the South Road Pioneer Corps! His highness, who is good at fighting like a god, sent us here to clean up the battlefield carefully, and at the same time, I will respond to you, brave The Holy Eagle Knight Commander!"

During the conversation, the two sides approached each other. Bertard gestured slightly, and the black wolf took its prey and hid in the center of the legion. Then, the samurai chief walked quickly to the front of the formation with a smile.

"Where is Marshal Iscali?"

Cozart, who was in contact with him, was dusty, sturdy, and had the joy of victory on his face.

"This battle is a great victory! The great His Royal Highness has set up a handsome tent on the battlefield in the north. The head of the regiment has already met with His Highness! The army has just rested, and the celebration dinner will begin soon!"

Bertard looked at the happy look on Cozart's face and nodded secretly. Then, he looked around the four fields and asked in a deep voice.

"The plains are full of torches, how come there are so many troops sweeping the battlefield?"

"Ha! The king of Tarasco captured by the Chinese army is just a cardinal, and the real eagle is nowhere to be seen. His Royal Highness was furious and sent all our new reinforcements out to search the mountains and forests, and kill the king. Find it out!...Hey, I don't know which team can have the luck that the gods love and capture the biggest trophy in the Western Expedition!"

The noble Kozart laughed, with an envious look on his face, and eager greed in his eyes. Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Bertard with a smile.

"Captain of the Holy Eagle, how was the result of your pursuit?"

Bertard's eyes flickered slightly. He nodded with a smile, pointed to the head around his waist, and said simply.

"Live up to His Highness's mission."

Cozart looked down at the face of his head, and the greed in his eyes flashed away. Then, he looked at the samurai chief admiringly.

"I have also heard that the hound Yuku is an unparalleled warrior! Having killed such an opponent, he is indeed worthy of being the Holy Eagle Knight Commander proclaimed by His Royal Highness! Some people in the South Road Legion still have doubts about you, but in my opinion , your title is truly well-deserved!"

Bertard smiled and nodded, thanking Cozart for his compliment. He waved the Legion to move on, and then whispered with Cozart, who was next to him.

"It's really not easy for the South Road advance army to arrive in time!"

"Yeah. We took a canoe for two weeks, and then landed in the south. Everyone was tired and hungry, and the food supplies were very scarce. Fortunately, the Tarrasco nobles in the south were vulnerable, and there was no leader at all. Character. The army looted for a while, gathered the food for the north, and immediately obeyed His Highness's call, and arrived day and night!"

"His Royal Highness often tells us that Marshal Iscali is a real hero, a tiger and leopard willing to fight, and he will never disappoint!"

"Haha! The head of the regiment also told us that His Royal Highness is invincible in battle, and deserves to be the blood of the royal family! In today's epic battle, His Highness defeated the royal army of Tarasco head-on. The condor of Mexica has since flown. In the sky, Tarasco's eagle has broken its wings forever. Since then, in the hearts of the nobles and warriors of the alliance, His Highness is like a real sun, rising from the east!"

Hearing this description, Bertard smiled, but his heart froze. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged aristocrat beside him. Cozart also seemed to have a deep meaning, and he clenched his fist and stretched out his right arm.

"The most important martial arts in the alliance! On behalf of the hereditary nobles of Tenochtitlan, the patriarch of the Syrwolf family, I pay tribute to the great Highness! Please convey the most lofty greetings of the Syrwolf family to His Royal Highness for me. , has always been our most sincere friend!"

In Nahuatl, "Kozat" means weasel. The name of this inheritance symbolizes an ancient family that coexists with the alliance. These families are not necessarily powerful, but they are deeply rooted in the capital of the lake, and they will never take a stand easily. And now, they finally bowed to His Highness.

Bertard watched for a moment, then a perfect smile gradually appeared on his face. He nodded deeply, clenched his fists and pulled the opponent's arm.

"The new sun is inseparable from the magnificent capital city in the lake. The family of the wolves is rooted in the capital city..."

"Naturally so..."

While walking, the two talked in a low voice and had a great conversation. The laughter drifted away, until the center of the army formation. The black wolf raised his head and looked at the position of the samurai captain in doubt. He was just a pure warrior who had just stepped into the ranks of the commander-in-chief and knew very little about politics. After listening for a while, the black wolf scratched his head boredly, looked at the captured "white deer" beside him, and grinned happily.

The night fell, and clouds drifted from afar, making the earth darker. A large piece of fire appeared on the field, and high-pitched voices floated from a distance. The black wolf looked at the sound, and the patrolling team began to become denser, and a vast camp appeared in front of everyone.

In the camp at this time, tens of thousands of warriors are singing and making noises! From time to time, someone danced a celebratory war dance, calling out the names of the gods and His Highness, and their voices were full of joy after the great victory. The warm night wind blew, and the bonfires swayed in the wind. The chili-coated tortillas were roasted on the fire, and the air was full of tempting fragrance.

The army returned to camp, the warriors dispersed one by one, and the generals continued on their way, and soon reached the commander's tent. In Kozart's surprised eyes ~www.readwn.com~ the black wolf was the first to open the tent door and strode in, carrying the sacred "white deer".

The breeze came from the door, blowing the bright bonfire, the noise in the big tent immediately stopped, and everyone's eyes followed. The majestic His Royal Highness sat high in the center of the main seat, his bearing became more and more condensed, and his expression was not revealing. Behind His Highness was a row of armored guards, flanked by fierce generals. On the side seat next to the main seat, sat a middle-aged warrior with high cheekbones and a serious expression.

The black wolf Toltek held his head high, looked around the generals heroically, and then glanced at the depressed monkey Kuluka. He only took two steps forward and placed the unconscious Su Angua in the center of the tent, ignoring the generals' scrutiny or speculation, and shouted confidently.

"I, the black wolf Toltek, offer the most sacred prey to the supreme highness - the king of Tarasco, Kasungchisuangwa!"

"Congratulations to His Highness for his great victory! I am His Highness's black wolf. I hunted the white deer from Tarasco for you, and I will sweep the world for you!!"

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