Aztec Eternals

The sky is clear after the rain. There is only one crimson sun, low at the end of the sky, staring at the realm of the world, like the lowered eyes of a god. The sky is reflected by the setting sun. The red glow gradually spread, until it turned into boundless blood, covering the sky of Qin Cong Can City, like the cloak unfolded by the sun god.

Shulot walked to the light-transmitting window and looked down at the capital and the people under his rule.

The spectacular celestial phenomenon has attracted the attention of the people in the capital, and the sky has reached the time for Vespers. The continuous sound of prayers rang out in the majestic capital. The young king listened, he heard the name of the main **** of Mexica, Huizilopochtli, with a high-pitched and passionate voice, and accompanied by the chants of the priests, he also heard the honorific name of the Tarrasco sun **** Curicaveri, the voice. Low and buzzing, scattered in every corner of the capital. And more subtle, he also heard the names of the earth goddess Kverava Perry, and the moon goddess Haratana.

"Tarasco's old beliefs are still circulating among the Prepecha people. The reformation of beliefs is by no means a one-time achievement. Once they are completely converted, they will be indelible."

Shirot's eyes were calm and deep, with the awe of a king and the patience of a priest. Jatiri listened silently for a moment before pointing to the seventh slate with a smile.

"Your Majesty, this last slate tells the story behind the **** Tarrasco."

"Oh? What's behind the gods?"

Shirot asked with a smile.

"Nature is the one who gives meaning to the gods."

The knowledgeable elder replied.

Hearing such words, Shilot was stunned. He looked at Jatiri for a moment, his expression serious.

"Chief, in a country that believes in gods, you don't seem to have qualified beliefs."

"Your Majesty, if you, like me, know the epics that are long enough and understand how the past kings and sages reshaped the belief in the gods. Then the light of the gods will no longer be able to shine into the mind full of knowledge. "

Jatiri still had a smile on the corner of his mouth. Looking at the serious expression of the king, he bowed his head slightly, but his eyes had already seen it through.

"Reconstruction of Faith in Prepecha Spirits"

Shirot pondered for a moment. In his mind, the corridor murals of the chief palace appeared, as well as the elder's transformation of the Mexica mythology. The king nodded slowly. He waved his hand and let the personal guards retreat, leaving only the samurai chief.

"There is no one in the side room, please let the chief speak freely and listen to me in detail."

Jatiri's smile spreads at the corners of his mouth. He walked to the last slate and raised his hand to the first group painting.

The brushstrokes of the first painting are abstract and mysterious, and in the center are two radiant gods, one with a cold male face and the other with a gentle female smile. Behind the male gods is the bright sun, with gold powder as the pigment, which flashes with golden light from time to time. Behind the female gods is a heavy mountain, based on copper powder, which has long been oxidized to black in time.

And below the two gods, there are two richly dressed nobles. They were a man and a woman, their arms clasped together. The male wears the hunting suit of the Nahua, and outlines the strength of the male with a cold straight line. Women are the dresses of the Prepecha people, with rounded arcs symbolizing the femininity of women. Under the feet of men are cacti in the plateau, and under the feet of women are islands in the lake. In the hands of the two, they also held a baby together.

Shilot took a closer look, and behind the baby, there was a deep full moon. The full moon is colored with silver powder and is still bright to this day. The young king pondered for a while, and knew it in his heart.

"The sun goddess and the earth goddess, the Nahua people and the Urixiu people. The combination of the two tribes gave birth to the goddess of the moon. Is this the connection between gods and people, and the gods reflect the world?"

"Indeed!"

Jatiri smiled faintly.

"Your Majesty, this painting was drawn in the early days of the kingdom's establishment. The most important issue for the kingdom at that time was to deal with the conflicts between the two races. The first generation of the first emperors were all in the holy places of religion, and after suppressing the power of the priests, they began to work on it. Reconstructed the beliefs of the kingdom. He reinterpreted the gods of the two tribes to stabilize the rule of the royal family and strengthen the integration of the southern tribes and the native tribes.

In this painting, the Nahua people who migrated south are descendants of the sun **** Kuri Kaveri, the **** of the celestial world. The native Uricu people are descendants of the earth goddess Verava Peri, the gods of the earth. The two gods are married, and the races of the two gods naturally follow the marriage of the gods. In the union of the gods, the new moon goddess Haratana was born. The goddess of the moon also symbolizes the new Prepecha people after fusion! "

The knowledgeable elder paused. He looked at the king and said with deep meaning.

"Your Majesty, there is indeed a connection between gods and humans. However, it is the human world that reflects the gods!"

Shilot's eyes flashed and he nodded slowly. He didn't speak, just continued to look at the second group painting.

The second group of paintings seems to be a continuation of the first, but with many differences. The Nava nobles and the Urihu nobles combine with each other and give birth to a sparkling baby. The blessed baby then grows into a king in an eagle helmet, with a scepter and a spear. And behind the Condor King is a golden sun!

"Your Majesty, this second painting was painted after the death of the first king. At that time, the fusion of the two races had been initially completed. The second king began to revise myths and beliefs, on the one hand to unify the formed country, and on the other hand to endow the royal family. sacred position.

In this painting, the first king, Tariakuri, is described as the descendant of the combination of the Nahua and the Urisu, and is also the descendant of the gods chosen by the sun god! He has the innate authority and divinity to rule over all the people of the lake. During this period, the main **** of the sun was also upgraded from the **** of the south to the protector of all the people in the lake! "

Hearing this, Xiuluo nodded and commented affirmatively.

"Similar to the alliance. The promotion of the main **** and the deification of the former king are a sign of the unity of the kingdom's will."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Hearing this, Jatiri wrinkled and shook, smiled deeply, and read all the time in the smile.

He then points to the third group painting. Above the painting is a striking sun, illuminating the towering pyramids on the ground. And a king with a condor helmet lives in the center of the picture. He is connected with the sun and the pyramid, like a bridge between heaven and earth, between gods and people, between the kingdom of God and the mortal world!

"The third painting is painted on the third generation of the first king. It describes the scene when the new king ascended the throne, climbed to the top of the pyramid and offered sacrifices to the gods. During this period, after the efforts of the second generation of the first king, the condor The family has acquired divinity in the hearts of the people. The Patzcuaro Lake District has become the source of the myth that keeps the world running, and the Pyramid of Qin Cong Can City is the true center of the universe!

The power of the king is granted and guaranteed by the gods, and the power of the king is destined to be in the blood of the royal family of the gods and passed on through sacred ceremonies. And through the sacrificial ceremony of the pyramid, every king will establish a sacred connection with the gods beyond people's cognition! "

"Sacrificing to heaven and earth, God grants kingship."

Shulot pondered to himself, and many pictures in his memory flashed before his eyes. After a while, the young king nodded and sighed softly.

He looked at the last broad picture. The picture is still the king of the condor. The king has been upgraded and transformed into the king of the race. He stood between heaven and earth, radiating divine light. His feet were separated, one on land and the other on water. Around the god-king, there were countless people who were prostrate and worshipping. At the bottom of the screen, a series of mysterious graphic inscriptions are engraved, like the epilogue of a mythical epic.

"Chief, is this the epic of the gods?"

The young king stroked the inscription with his finger and looked at the knowledgeable elder in front of him.

Jatiri nodded. He cleared his throat and recited the last epic of the kingdom in an ancient and distant tone.

"The sun shines on the heavens and the earth, and the ancestors rule! Praise you, Tariakuri, you are the descendant of the sun, you are the incarnation of the condor, and you are destined to rule the sky, the earth, and the lake!

O people of the four quarters, we worship the gods of our ancestors at the same time. One of His feet is on land and one foot is on water. He has the supreme power and uses the hands of the gods to create the new Prepecha people

And we are the descendants of the King of God! We are the holy Prepechas and will be a great people! The great Tarasco Kingdom, which we conceived and grew, multiplied and died in the land of the lake, will continue for generations to come and stand for thousands of years under the rule of the supreme condor royal family! "

The deep chant echoed in the vicissitudes of the stone hall, as if with some kind of strange magic, arousing the king's mood. It wipes away the dust of history, lifts the sealed memories, re-sings the epic that has passed, and turns it into a melody. And the sunset on the horizon has finally completely submerged into the earth, leaving only the dark night and the candlelight in the stone hall.

The candles flickered, leaving an elongated silhouette. Shulot stared at the indistinguishable inheritance slate in the shadows. At this moment, his thoughts were up and down, and he was in a trance for a long time.

From these silent slates, he heard the myths of the four epochs, converging into a unified story. He witnessed the collapse of the old kingdom and the rise of the new kingdom. He pondered the intermarriage of the integrated ethnic groups, and also looked forward to the world with a heart the encapsulation

In the new feudal kingdom, it is necessary to reconstruct the three-level structure, deal with different classes, strengthen the centralization of power, and even control the wealth of the feudal kingdom. In a long time, a brand-new **** has been nurtured and evolved. Have an ever-increasing faith!

The sparks of countless thoughts flickered in the king's heart, and then gathered a blazing flame in his chest. There was silence in the stone hall, and everyone was waiting quietly, like a picture scroll frozen in history. It was not until a gentle smile appeared on the face of the king that time flowed in the hall again.

"To listen to the sages tell the epics today, I really benefited a lot, saving me ten years of hard work."

Shirot smiled and held Jatiri's hands.

"Chief, you are my wings to fly in the sky. In the future governance of the kingdom, it is inseparable from the newly-built government offices of sages like you, and more good birds that are good at flying are also needed. If you have worthy talents, Please don't be stingy, and definitely recommend them to me! I will select and appoint them according to their morality and talents, regardless of ethnicity or kinship!"

Hearing this, the knowledgeable elder's face flashed with joy. He solemnly bowed his head and saluted, repeating what he said once again.

"Your Majesty, the river turtles, lake fish and water birds in the land of the lake are all willing to serve the real eagle!"

Hearing this, Shiloh laughed and nodded with satisfaction. He looked around, and finally saw a wide stone room, and was about to leave. Suddenly, in the corner of the stone room, a black-gray dagger flashed with cold light and caught the eyes of the king.

"A black-gray dagger?"

The young king was stunned. He took a few steps, picked up the dagger, and examined it carefully. Then, he reached out and touched the smooth edge that was still sharp, feeling the hard touch unique to metal, but it was not the common obsidian material.

"The black-gray metal is an iron knife!"

A look of surprise appeared on Shiroutte's face. He looked at Jatiri beside him and asked urgently.

"Chief, where did this weapon come from?"

The knowledgeable elder glanced at the special-shaped dagger and smiled clearly.

"Your Majesty, this is an ancient weapon that the kingdom seized many years ago when it conquered the Tekos tribe in the southwestern state of Colima. There are several similar knives, and they are all stored in the nearby loot hut. These weapons are very sharp, but slightly inferior. Compared with the sharp pieces of obsidian, it is tough and wear-resistant but far superior, even stronger than the latest bronze!

The royal family has sent people to carefully search for the black-gray metal that can forge this short knife in the complex Colima Mountains, but nothing has been found. In the end, they can only be classified as god-given weapons as the elders of the Tecos tribe said~www.readwn.com~. The Condor Royal Family claimed to be a descendant of the gods, so they also chose the most sturdy short knife and put it into the stone hall of this inheritance. "

"The Colima Mountains Well, that's what it is."

Shulot nodded, a little disappointed. He remembered the experience that Ezpan once told, and the two reflected each other, only with a faint sigh. Then, the young king looked solemn. He pondered for a while and looked at the most trusted samurai chief.

"Bottard, has the copper mining in the south resumed? What is the status of the artisan camp? What is the output of longbows? Has the production of the bronze farm tools I ordered already started? And the small bronze cannons that I highlighted, the latest How's it going?"

"His Royal Highness, I have summoned thousands of miners to initially resume copper mining in the south. The priests have settled in the artisan camp and taught the artisans. More than 2,000 artisans have all been organized and started to assume their former functions. If the wood is sufficient, the output of longbow can be maintained at more than 100 per day. The loss of the Longbow Legion has been made up

The expensive bronze farm tools are not difficult to make, and they have been trial-produced. It's just that although bronze farming tools are convenient for farming, the cost is too high. Their production is limited by the copper mines mined in the south of the confederacy, and they also need to import more tin mines from the south of the alliance. As for the bronze cannon you asked for"

Speaking of which, Bertard hesitated. He thought for a moment and replied cautiously.

"The craftsmen have just made a trial, but they have encountered some problems, and it is still not available. Please go and inspect it yourself."

Hearing the words, Shiloh pondered for a moment, and ordered in awe.

"Okay! Go down and prepare. When I finish my government affairs, August will almost end. The time is set in September before the autumn harvest. I will bring the trained guards and go to inspect the artisan camp first. Visit the mines south of Ivacio again!"