Aztec Eternals

The beginning of April is looming with thunder and lightning. The dry northerly wind turns into a moist easterly wind, blending the low water vapor into the clouds on the horizon, and spring thunder is bred in the gloom.

Sherlot stood on the hill where he visited a few years ago and looked up. I saw dark clouds hanging down, the sun dimmed, shadows shrouded the earth, and there was a faint murmur of thunder. Not far away, Ottopan Mountain City became more and more tall and majestic, indestructible, as if it was connected to the sky.

After fighting for many years, the king, according to the inertia of the commander, once again looked up and down the solid mountain city ancestral land. After a while, he shook his head deeply.

"The terrain is steep, and heavy armor is difficult to climb. Whether it is a longbow, a powerful crossbow, or a sling, it is difficult to reach the top of the city. In the age of cold weapons, this is indeed a city that cannot be attacked. The Otomi people chose a good place! Think To capture this place, there is only a long-term siege, or heavy artillery blasting the city walls..."

Under the hill, the Imperial Guard Corps was busy. The pro-militaries wore armor and vigilance, and the temple guards and barbarian mercenaries started together. They used local materials, felled trees, dug trenches, built masonry, and built simple camps of unearthed wood and stone. The surrounding Otomi scouts had more than a dozen squads, always vigilant, watching the legion from a distance, not leaving for a moment.

"Neither enemy nor friend, neutral vigilance... It takes time and planning to establish true mutual trust with the Otomi people!"

Sherlot looked around, his eyes deep. After he arrived at the city, he sent an envoy to the mountain city, proposing to let the army enter the city to rest. The messenger who responded to Ottopan City was extremely humble, and sent many fresh vegetables, fruits and meat, and even the goods and women of Lao Jun. However, the Legion's request to enter the city was undoubtedly politely but firmly rejected.

Under the careful vigilance of the Otomi people, the army stopped on the spot and set up camp outside the city. Before spring ploughing, many villagers hid in the mountains, leaving the surrounding villages empty. A large number of warriors were stationed in Ottopan, while outside the city there were scouts watching day and night. It seems that the tragic war a few years ago has left a deep imprint on the hearts of the Otomi people, and it is difficult to easily kill them.

The sunset and the moon rise, the clear light falls on the earth, and the night gradually deepens. The patrol's personal guard Jia Ye was sonorous.

Shulot sat cross-legged in the tent. His eyes drooped, as if sleeping but not sleeping, waiting quietly. Bertard was behind him in armor.

The bonfire was raging, and two elongated figures were projected in the tent. The quiet night passed, and I don't know how long it took. A long wind blew, and the silhouettes and bonfires swayed together. When the fire was quiet, the shadows suddenly turned into three.

"Your Highness, someone is here."

The samurai chief's voice sounded low. Shiloh suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the large tent that was opened and closed.

At the door, there was already a thin and thin figure that was not tall. The visitor wore a large black cloak, looked at the king calmly with his old eyes, and slowly lifted the hood on his head.

"His Royal Highness, I greet you. The old tree on the top of the mountain looks up to the sky and welcomes the eagle's stop. Your Highness, praise you! I haven't seen you for several years, and you are the real king!"

Shulot was expressionless and nodded slowly. His eyes swept across Oort's thinner and thinner figure, swept across the other party's scattered white hair, and finally stopped on the old priest's bark-like face.

"Priest Oort, do you know the guilt?"

"His Royal Highness, there is some controversy in the mountain city. This trip is inconvenient for people to see. So I visit late at night, please forgive me..."

"Alt!"

Shilot raised his divine scepter and dropped it heavily, and the silver end tapped a "ding dong". There was an instant silence in the tent, followed by a cold voice.

"The city-state of Ottopan is a vassal of the alliance, and Giova made a blood oath of submission to me! The reason why I led the legion here is also because I accepted your humble request to go north to ally with the states!"

The king's expression became stern. He stared at Alter's eyes and snarled angrily.

"Wang Jun came at the invitation and stepped through the boundless mountains and forests. As a vassal of Ottopan, they dared to close the city gate and refuse the army to enter the city! Ault, do you know that the kingdom of Tarasco in the south has been wiped out?!"

Hearing this, the old priest was silent, and Cang Lao's face turned grey. After a long while, he let out a long sigh, and finally bent his knees for the first time, completely kneeling on the ground, bowing his head to the king.

"His Royal Highness, the city-state of Ottopan witnessed the downfall of the Tarasco Kingdom. General Giova also led the army and fought **** siege for you. The messengers of the states returned from the capital city in the lake. On the New Year's Eve not long ago, The sacrifice of King Tarrasco shook the whole world!"

"The situation has changed, the power of the alliance has become unstoppable, and it is deeply feared by all the ministries in the world. We Otomi people have fought against the alliance, and we know the power of the alliance even more. Your highness, reverence has been rooted in the hearts of the Otomi people, and every city-state has They all want to move closer to the alliance and follow the strongest in the jungle. This is the best time, so I will invite you to come and ally with the Otomi nations!"

Alter slowly raised his head and explained calmly. His eyes were slightly cloudy, but his eyes were still sharp.

"Ottopan City is the ancestral land of the mountain city and the spiritual home of all Otomi people. Since its establishment in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, the mountain city has never been attacked by foreign enemies! Its steep and towering terrain, unbreakable defenses, And the tradition of clinging to it at all costs is the greatest guarantee for the Otomi ethnic group to continue."

"His Royal Highness, your legion is invincible! We Otomi people are willing to bow our heads and surrender to you sincerely. But letting the Mexican legion enter the city... It is about the safety of the mountain city, please allow us to abide by the tradition."

Shirot stared at the old priest. He knelt humbly on the ground, his pale hair fell, but his back was unknowingly straight. After a while, the king spoke lightly.

"Oort, times are changing, and the storm has come. Old traditions will become obstacles, and new weapons will destroy everything. At this time, the strong mountain city cannot protect you for too long... Survive or perish? Austria Tommy's always have to make a choice!"

Hearing the threat implied in the king's words, Alter's face was bitter. He let out a small sigh and nodded.

"His Royal Highness, my time is running out, and I'm about to go to the kingdom of God. The gods have taken away my gains and losses in this world, but I can see the long-term vision. I always pay attention to the changes in the alliance, and feel the coming of the **** of war. The new thunder Weapons, new religious changes, and a new alliance structure... The Mexica Alliance stands above the ministries and is getting stronger! Now, when I close my eyes, I can see the King of Mexica holding his scepter high , to recreate the unity and glory of the Teotihuacan era!"

The eyes of the old priest became deep. He looked at Shiroutte's face, as if to read something from it.

"His Royal Highness, I follow the revelation of the gods, and for the future of the Otomi people, I look for the king's eagle cries. There is a sun burning in the sky, and a condor soaring. The land in the lake falls on the newly born kingdom. The condor carries the will of the sun god. And the king in the lake will turn into a new sun and rise into the sky!...Your Highness, you are Mexica The sun of man is the sun of the Prepecha and the sun of the Otomi!"

Although the words of the old priest were full of metaphors, the attitude they expressed was very clear. Shilot pondered for a while, then ended the temptation. His expression softened, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly.

"Priest Oort, there are no outsiders here. You and I have known each other for a long time, so there is no need to be so implicit. I am determined to be in the world, and all the tribes of the plateau are regarded as future citizens, and there is no ethnic difference. You If you want to find a future for the Otomi people, I will promise you the future of the Otomi people!"

The king stood up, took a few steps forward, and lifted the kneeling old priest from the ground. Then, he looked into each other's eyes and opened his mouth slowly.

"The scouts reported back to me that the dogs of the northern wasteland went south in an all-round way, invading the territory of Palms state, and even wandering to the border of Ottopan. The conference, to discuss important matters. At this time, you strongly invited me to go north to meet the alliance, and bluntly said that this is a good opportunity to bring Otomi’s divisions back to their hearts.”

"Indeed! Your Highness."

The old priest nodded affirmatively. With a serious expression, Shilot continued to ask.

"But when I led the army, I found that the Otomi tribes along the way were either afraid to flee, or full of vigilance. The attitude of Ottopan Mountain City was even more swaying... Oort, the northern dog, the ancestor of the mountain city , what is the situation now?"

Alter pondered for a moment and answered calmly.

"His Royal Highness, last year was very fierce, and the **** of the sky brought disaster. In the northern desert, a white divine disaster struck, and the climate was extremely cold! Countless dogs, old and weak, died of freezing, and countless birds and beasts froze to death and escaped. The spring water condensed into ice-cold water. If the stones do not melt in February, there is no hope for this year's spring ploughing. People will starve to death if they have nothing to eat, and freeze to death if they have nothing to wear, but people will not sit and wait to die. Migrate wherever you wear and devour everything along the way!"

"White disaster, destroy everything... Super cold wave is coming?"

Shirot took a deep breath. He knew the severe cold wave in North America, but he did not expect that the terrible cold wave could go all the way to the south, bringing the cold to the north of the Mexican Plateau.

"Yes, destroy everything! Once the cold wave comes, it marks the beginning of a terrible catastrophe. No one knows how long the catastrophe will last or whether it will come again. If a large cold wave comes three times in five years, the tribes of the north will be At least half disappeared in hunger and cold!"

"In order to avoid the cold wave~www.readwn.com~ From the great lake in the east to the great lake in the west, thousands of dog tribes are migrating to the warm south. Valleys, competing for water to grow crops. They are desperately competing for extremely limited food, and they also turn their enemies or themselves into food!"

With a solemn expression, Shiloh nodded slowly. The super cold wave of the North American continent was a devastating disaster, and the early civilizations of the tribal age were powerless to resist. In fact, this time is the prelude to the Little Ice Age, the Spohler Minimum, the global climate is gradually getting colder, and the cold wave in North America is also more severe and frequent.

"His Royal Highness, the dog descended south has been going south since the end of last year. At first it was just a small tribe that was a little harassed, and each state could deal with it alone. But when the disaster continued and this year's spring ploughing had no hope, the tribes that went south to loot became more and more More, the scale is getting bigger and bigger!"

"At the beginning of February, tens of thousands of Guakili breeds appeared on the border of the northern state of Palms. They had eight large tribes of 5,000 people, and ordinary tribes of more than 60,000 people, formed with each other. A preliminary alliance has been formed. These tribes are all soldiers, no old or weak. Together, they can kill more than 30,000 soldiers, which is an irresistible force for all states!"

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