Aztec Eternals

"One hundred thousand dog descendants heading south?!"

Shilot was a little surprised. The Tarrasco Kingdom had established canine mercenaries, and these brave warriors left a deep impression on him. Then, the king was a little puzzled.

"Guachichiles? Huh, Guachichiles, kua-itl represents the head, chicil-tic is red, and the head is painted red?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Almost all of the Guakili descended to the south, and the number did exceed 100,000. They are the barbarians farther north on the plateau, entrenched in the depths of the harshest deserts. They are belligerent, quick-moving, and possess the Excellent archery, able to hit flying jays! They are very fond of red, regard blood as sacred, and will dye their hair red with any dye they can find. The characteristic of senior Guarquili warriors is bright red s hair!"

"His Royal Highness, the situation of the Chichimeks in the north is complicated and can be divided into as many as seven groups. In addition to the Guaquili, there are also the Pams, who are married and integrated with our clan, the Guamals who are next to the West, and the West. The Tecues who are far away, the Cax people who marry the Tecos, and the Tepeka and Zacate people in the far northwest. The tribes communicate with each other and have different customs. When I have a chance, I can tell you slowly."

"Oh? I heard there are eight Chichimeks. Guaquilis, Guamals, Otomi..."

Shiloh paused, and looked at the old priest opposite him with deep meaning.

"Alt, please continue to the topic."

"His Royal Highness, our Otomi people have a long tradition and are different from them..."

Alter smiled wryly, knowing the unfinished meaning of His Highness. He shook his head and continued without making an excuse.

"Faced with the invasion of the Guaquili Dogs, Palms State did not last long. By March, except for a few closed and self-defense city-states, most of the towns and villages had fallen. Fortunately, the Dogs did not They will siege the city and just loot the countryside. In the last half month, scattered tribes have begun to harass the northern part of Otto Pangbang. To make matters worse, several large Guaquili tribes have occupied Palms. The fertile land with lush water and grass in the state is ready to settle down here!"

"Half-nomadic tribes, half-farmers, invaded south, settled..."

Sherlot fell silent. According to the description of the old priest, these Guaquili dogs, who advocate red color and are proficient in archery, should be the most adept at fighting among the Chichimeks. They are a natural nomadic people, proficient in guerrilla tactics, entrenched in the northernmost part of the Mexican plateau.

In later generations, the Guaquili, as the main force of resistance among the Chichimeks, fought with the Spaniards for nearly half a century, and finally forced the colonists to bow their heads for peace. Fortunately, these difficult hunting tribes do not yet have the most important horses and livestock.

"Olt, the Otomi people are a large tribe in the north. There are more than 20,000 warriors in each state, and the militias that can be mobilized are several times that. You didn't send troops to expel the Guaquilis?"

"His Royal Highness, there are indeed more than 20,000 warriors in the three states. But the canine descendants are fierce and go south, everywhere, and there is a steady stream. Palms state is under siege, and there are naturally tribes in the north of Guamare state. Only Ottopanzu land can do it. Send troops. A month ago, Oquili, the military leader of the mountain city, personally led the troops and led a 10,000-strong army to the north to start a fierce battle with several large Guaquili tribes in the south. The army was routed, and in pursuit, the sharpshooter in ambush shot him in the eye..."

"After this battle, the Guaquilis were scattered and fled, but they suffered little. They remained firmly in Palms. The chief of Oquili died of his wounds and died a few days later. The Ottopan Legion The lack of a commander led directly to the mountain city. At this moment, the leaders of the various ministries are gathering together, quarreling constantly for the election of the supreme leader of the mountain city of Ottopan, the new military leader!  … Your Royal Highness, you are here at the right time. , Giova needs your support!"

Hearing this, Shirot's eyes lit up. Outside, there are dogs descending south, and inside there are disputes between leaders. The Otomi people have external and internal problems, and it is indeed the best time to subdue them. The king looked at the worried old priest and asked with a smile.

"Alt, as the highest-ranking Priest of Chaos, you have presided over the external peace talks of the Otomi Alliance several times. Can't you decide the ownership of the leader of the mountain city?"

The old priest shook his head with a wry smile and said frankly.

"His Royal Highness, it is precisely because I have presided over several peace talks that my prestige has declined greatly! I am from Guamare State, and in Ottopan Mountain City, there is another senior Priest of Chaos, Saka. In fact, , The ownership of Ottopan Mountain City depends on the hearts of the warriors. The competition is the military strength of the tribal leaders... There are two candidates for the leader, Giova who I support, and Nell who Saka supports. Pa."

"His Royal Highness, I have been paying attention to the changes in the alliance, and Giova knows the power of the alliance. No matter what the reason is, we are willing to seek changes, surrender allegiance to you, and seek a way out for the Otomi people. Saka is a very traditional Austrian. Priest Tommy, Nerpa has never fought the Alliance... We see the Alliance as a friend, they see it as an enemy! The Wolf King will decide the direction of the pack, and once Nerpa becomes the leader..."

Shirott's face was clear, and he affirmed without hesitation.

"Alt, we can trust each other. I am full of goodwill towards the Otomi people, and will support my subjects and destroy my enemies! ... What is your plan?"

"His Royal Highness, you are the eagle of Mexica, the king of the kingdom of the lake! Your reputation is spread all over the world, and the Otomi people also believe in your divinity. Therefore, please enter the mountain city in person and participate in the tribal assembly. In front of Tommy's ministries, express his support for Giova!"

"what!"

Bertard had been listening quietly. Hearing this, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, took a step forward, and made an urgent suggestion.

"Your Highness, you are the supreme sun, and you must not take risks alone!"

Alter also took a step forward and grabbed the corner of Shirot's shirt. He raised his left hand and swore sincerely.

"His Royal Highness, I swear to the gods with my life! The Ortomi people are in danger. We long for a new sun and for the guidance of the strong. We will never, and dare not, make a move against you to provoke anger. A mighty alliance!"

"Oh!"

Shirot raised his eyebrows. He waved to the samurai chief. The old priest also let go of his hand and bowed in apology. The king looked calm and looked into the eyes of the old priest.

"The eagle needs wings, and the king needs majesty. Alter, how many guards can I bring into the city?"

"Five hundred people. Your Highness, five hundred people. The most powerful leader of the legendary Otomi, with a guard of five hundred people. This number is traditional and acceptable to the Ottopans!"

"Well. Five hundred fine armor entered the mountain city, and six thousand troops were stationed outside... The Otomi people are in such a situation, the risk of entering the city is not really big, but it is worth a try!"

Shilot pondered for a while, his face as calm as lake water. He made a decision in his heart, but he did not reveal the wind in his speech.

"Alt, Giova needs my support to become the leader of the mountain city. What can I get?"

"Your Highness, you will hold the canonization ceremony of Giova. You will get the vassals who control the mountain city, the allegiance of the nobles of the mountain city, and the hearts of the Otomi people!"

Alter's expression changed, and he bowed to answer.

The king shook his head, his expression indifferent.

"Not enough, Alt. I can venture into the city, but I need more. You can give me more too!"

"His Royal Highness, after Giova takes the throne, the Otomi people will move closer to you. The Ottopan Legion will go north again to fight the Guaquili Canines. As long as you help us and defeat the South Canines... I will Can convene the leaders of the three states, hold the ritual of the gods, and officially honor you as the great chief of the Otomi people!"

"Oh, and this layer of planning? ... Alter, you are scheming."

Shirot looked at the old priest with a smile on his face. He shook his head again.

"Alt, think about who you are. You know what I care about and what I want!"

"His Royal Highness Sherlot!"

In the eyes of the old priest, there was deep sorrow and pleading. The king remained unmoved, but looked straight into the eyes of the other party firmly, and then stretched out his hand to hold the sun **** amulet between his neck. After a long time, the old priest finally lowered his head. At this moment, his back hunched down, and he instantly became old.

"His Royal Highness, the Saka family is the most conservative and die-hard. As long as Giova is in power, he can issue military orders, order them to return to the fief, and drive them all out of the mountain city... You can arrange personnel on the periphery, preferably difficult A barbarian who knows where he belongs."

"As soon as they die, the diehards will lose their backbone. Giova controls the city of Ottopan, I influence Guamare State, and the besieged state of Palms. At that time, I will represent the priesthood and issue the divine decree, Let the Otomi people of the three states convert to the supreme god..."

Alter lowered his head, even breathing became difficult. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his expression hardened again.

"However, Your Highness, the belief in the primordial **** has been circulating in the hearts of the Ortomi people for a long time, and he is also the ancestral **** that the Ortomi people believe in. The **** of war Huitzilopochtli was elevated to the supreme main god, the primordial **** Ometeo. After Ter abdicates, please make him the second most important slave god! In this way, the turbulence of belief can be minimized."

Shilot looked at the old priest. The other party is like a candle in the wind, crumbling, trying to hold on to the flames that are about to go out, but can't change the old god's departure. The king thought for a moment and nodded. He has enough time and is not in a hurry.

"Okay. Otto, I promise you! In the land of the three kingdoms of the Otomi people, the primordial **** will be relegated to the second subordinate god. Remember your promise to me!"

"I will. The Ortomi have no choice... Your Highness, what is your choice?"

"Early the day after tomorrow, open the city gate. I will lead five hundred personal guards, hold high the king's flag of the black wolf, and enter the ancestral land of the mountain city!"

The night wind blew and the bonfire swayed. The king's voice was raised high, drifting in the slightly cold wind, full of grandeur and heroism. The long wind rolled and fell into the towering mountain city, but it was a tactful lament. Former chief O'Quilly has been buried in the tribe's sacred cemetery, and his relatives are praying all night. Not far away, the longhouses of the chiefs were bright all night. A new flame is burning.