Aztec Eternals

The rainy season in August is intense, with showers with strong winds and dark clouds obscuring the sky. The darkness between the heaven and the earth also dimmed the face of the messenger of Hilotepec City.

Shilot habitually stood on the edge of the tent, but was pulled by Totec's strong arms. The commander-in-chief with the broken hairline gave Shulot a self-confident smile. Shirot's body trembled and he had to stand beside him.

This time, the leader of the messenger group is a noble. He wears a blue pointed leather hat, a cape with green stripes, and a white robe embroidered with the sun, perfectly avoiding all colors associated with the **** of day and night.

Nobles are naturally much softer and more flexible than priests. He first paid tribute to the goddess king who was "holy as the rising sun, great as a mountain, brave as a flame, and wise as a lake". Then, there is praise for the giant hummingbird from the south, the **** of war Huitzilopochtli, who succeeded the Aztec mythology of the sun god.

Immediately afterwards, the nobles began to wholesale honorary titles and compliments to the commanders and priests on the scene as if they did not want money.

Shilot subconsciously glanced at Avette's sincere smile, then rolled his eyes with black lines all over his head. Because he also got a flattering title: "giant beast breeder". A very fanciful-sounding name.

It was hard for him to forget that when the messenger knew that the maker of the "giant beast" trebuchet was himself, the surprised and puzzled expression on his face, as if he should not be a teenager, but a member of the mythical First Sun Age giant.

Too many mythological thoughts still remain in the hearts of the various ministries in Mexico, and the flames of the nascent civilization have just been ignited.

And the growth of the flame requires the accumulation of civilization. Shirot pondered: "Perhaps, I should invent a set of words as soon as possible."

In the big tent, the words of the nobles may be able to change many things, but at this moment they cannot change the essence of the war between the two sides.

When the messenger of Hilotepec carefully expressed his intention to surrender, the old priest in the sun cape stood up again.

"Thirty years of tribute, 6,000 men's offerings, breaking the Otomi covenant, handing over the heritage offering plate, handing over the gods as protons, and converting to the great sun god." The Mexica army occupies a huge advantage, the conditions become more stringent.

"The merciful King of Mexica." The messenger pleaded with the expressionless Tisok on the throne: "The city-state has decided to break the alliance and change its faith, and hand over the inheritance offering. As for the tribute and offerings, can we negotiate again. Proton I also need to report back to the city-state.”

The king finally nodded: "Immediately hand over the heritage sacrificial plate that records all myths. Tributes and offerings can be reduced to half. This is the last chance!"

The noble envoy immediately bowed to thank him, and then left in a hurry. Suddenly, he thought of something, and hesitantly said to Shilot: "The feared breeder of giant beasts, during the negotiation process of the city-state, can you stop the beast from attacking?"

Shilot looked at the king. Tisok nodded, and Shilot said, "Yes!"

The noble breathed a sigh of relief: "I will bring you a satisfactory gift!" Then he left sadly.

As soon as the messenger left, everyone in the tent showed joy, and the city-state of Hilotepec was finally about to give in.

Shulot also breathed a sigh of relief. The three consecutive days of bombardment had severely worn down the trebuchet's gun shaft, especially the connection with the gun tip, which was the most stressed and most vulnerable.

Shulot had told Totec that if the bombardment continued for another day, the trebuchet would be damaged, and it was estimated that it would take a week to repair before it could be used again. At the same time, these three days of stone throwing only caused hundreds of casualties among the Otomi people.

Now whenever a stone throw is seen, the samurai and militiamen will crawl in the corner, bowing their heads and praying to the beast. Because some wise people found out that the beast would not hurt them by doing so.

The king is very clear about the status quo, and has long left room for retreat on the terms of the negotiation. Fortunately, Hilotepec's morale collapsed before the city wall.

Tisok nodded with satisfaction to Sherlot, then stepped off the throne and stroked the boy's hair. This seemed to be a sign of swearing allegiance?

"The trebuchet is very good, continue to study it." The king said with a smile, "Do you have any reward you want?"

Sherlot was unaware of the suggestion. He thought about it and said, "I want some copper axes and copper tools, and some good craftsmen."

"Except for the craftsmen who built the pyramids, you can pick twenty others at will." The king withdrew his hand and thought for a moment without expression. "There are not many in the Brass Axe Guards, and together with the tools, I can only give you five sets. I will give you a batch of cotton cloth, and you can buy it from the merchants yourself."

"The priesthood of Tenochtitlan will always reserve a high-ranking seat for you." Tisok finally left a hint.

The boy finally changed from "someone who is a threat to the throne" to "someone who is useful to the throne".

The shower had just stopped, and the sky was still cloudy. Early the next morning, Shulot in the tent was awakened by the chaos and shouts from the distant city-state.

He put on the sun cloak newly bestowed by the king, and under the protection of the guard Bertard and several warriors, he climbed the nearby high platform and looked towards the east gate of Hilotepec.

I saw more than a hundred civilians struggling to get out of the city-state. They were pulling **** the ropes on their backs, dragging something slowly.

Behind the people were a group of Ortomi noble warriors in gorgeous costumes. The warriors either blocked or embraced, keeping behind the excited priests in black and white cloaks.

The priests of Hilotepec watched helplessly as the people dragged a boulder out of the city, all the way towards the Mexica camp. They finally fell to their knees on the ground outside the city, leaving their cloaks covered in dirt, just in the direction of the boulder.

Some of the priests wept bitterly, some repented in a low voice, some swore to God, and some pulled out obsidian knives, slashed their cheeks, and stained their blood with red streaks.

Shiloh stepped forward and finally saw the appearance of the boulder: the boulder was round, about two meters in diameter, and more than half a meter thick, with a simple estimate of its weight being close to ten tons. At the center of the boulder is the face of a two-faced deity, both male and female, supposed to symbolize the primordial **** Omete Otre.

Below the primordial **** is a monster with a crocodile head, fish body and frog legs, symbolizing the original sea monster Sipaktri, who was sealed by Omet Otell, the legendary existence that devoured the world.

Surrounding the primordial **** are four suns, symbolizing the four epochs that have passed, similar to the sun stone of the Great Temple of Tenochtitlan, in order "four jaguars", "four winds", "four rains". ", "Four Waters". Attests to the common origin of the Mexican ministries.

On the outermost side of the boulder, there are densely carved pictures, various animals, villains and abstract gods, interspersed with villages, cities, and huge pyramids.

These pictures are written in Mesoamerican, like tribal epics, recording the development of a city-state from village to city, as well as famous warriors or miracles. No one except the priests who have been passed down from generation to generation can explain the picture clearly.

In these graphic characters, different graphics have different meanings, the same graphics also have different meanings, and different graphics can also have the same meaning.

This kind of design is not for the circulation of knowledge and culture at all, but more like the inheritance of esoteric religion. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

This is the most core power held by the priests: the right to interpret myths and graphic texts. Without this heritage offering, the priests of Hilotepec lost the most important foundation of the temple in the city-state.

The priests wept for their faith and hated for their lost power.

"The creation of words is easy to say, and you must be cautious about unifying words. This is competing with the priests for core power." Shulot was horrified. "Without the great power of the First Emperor, how can we write the same text?"

After getting the inheritance altar, the theologian king was overjoyed and no longer paid attention to other trivial matters, but just gathered the priests who accompanied the army to study together.

After Shurott went there once, he sneaked away. At this time, Tisok only had the sacrifice plate in his eyes, but for the first time, he didn't care about Shurott's actions.

In the next three days, countless feathered clothing, herbs and spices, gold and silver jewelry, and precious gems were shipped from Hilotepec. Sherlot also received the gift promised by the messenger, and had the illusion of becoming a local tyrant.

In addition to the tribute, the army also asked for ordinary clothes, fish and food and other daily consumables.

The warriors of Mexica were beaming with joy over the spoils, but the nobles and warriors of Otomi saw a flame of anger that grew more and more.

On the evening of the last day, the gates of the city-state opened wide. The three thousand sacrifices that were finally decided were finally escorted to the Mexica camp amid the cries of their relatives.

Dark clouds shrouded the four fields again, and the wind and rain in August never stop.

At this point, Scholot clearly understood: From priests, to nobles, to warriors, to civilians, everyone in this city-state was already a complete enemy of the Mexican army.

And how can a few noble protons suppress such a deeply buried flame?