Aztec Eternals

The cold day has passed, and the rainy season has not yet come. Under the Ottopan Mountain City, there is a splendid spring scene. The bright flowers bloom in the sun, and the faint floral fragrance permeates in the warm wind, which makes people feel at ease. Colorful butterflies dance on the flowers, and spiritual hummingbirds dance among the trees, attracting distant gazes.

Sherlot stood on a hill in the barracks. He looked at the beautiful spring scenery not far away, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The wind was gentle, and there was a melodious bird song in the air, like a moving melody. He raised his head and saw a flock of songbirds flying over the mountain city.

It's April, the day of the North American songbird migration. These small gray-white birds will travel north from tropical and subtropical jungles and migrate long distances to the seaside of temperate continents. However, this year, due to the cold wave, they were forced to stay here, dancing and singing every day, not knowing the dangerous road ahead.

Songbirds are natural singers, capable of singing ten immobile tones with repetitive melodies and vibrato. Their chirping is vivid and their singing is unforgettable, and in Mesoamerican culture they also symbolize beauty and luck.

"It's an auspicious day blessed by the gods!"

Looking at the cheering songbird, a sincere smile appeared on the face of the king. He was wearing a set of sturdy bronze middle armor, covered with a delicate priest's robe, and a bronze helmet with a half-mask on his head, and several long three-color feathers were inserted, which shone brightly in the sun. Dressed up like this, she looks extraordinarily powerful and heroic.

"His Royal Highness, Ottopan's messenger has arrived in the camp. The five hundred pro-military warriors have lined up and can leave at any time!"

Bertard, wearing medium armor, stepped forward and replied in a deep voice.

Shulott nodded. He waved his hand and called for Barda, who was staying at the camp.

"Barda, get ready! Everything is in accordance with my previous instructions, waiting for the message at all times!"

"I will strictly follow your orders! Your Highness, you can go with confidence!"

Barda saluted respectfully. Hearing this sentence, Shirot raised his eyebrows and looked at Toltec in front of the pro-army again. The black wolf was dressed in heavy armor, strode high, saluted the king from a distance, and made a ready gesture. The king smiled and ordered in a deep voice.

"Ters, hold high the king's flag! Bertard, let's go!"

Five hundred pro-military guards formed a tight formation, defending the king's flag in the middle of the black wolf, and marched towards the Ottopan Mountain City in front. Of the five hundred guards on the trip, two hundred were jaguar warriors in heavy bronze armor, and three hundred were longbow guards in medium armor. They are all high-level warriors selected from the forbidden army. Once they form a formation, they can hold on for a long time in the army.

Along the way, the guards were speechless. On the way, there was only the clanging of the armor, and the sound of neatly coordinated footsteps. But after half an hour, the king came to the foot of the terrace where the mountain city was located.

He looked up and saw that the platform was forty or fifty meters high, occupying a steep terrain, at the high point of this hill. The mountain road along the way is steep and upward, and large tracts of trees and stones are scattered up and down, hindering the passage of the brigade's climbing and forming a natural defensive barrier. Only a few mountain roads facing the city gate can move up smoothly.

Above the mesa, is a stone city wall surrounded by twists and turns. The city wall is as high as five meters, and thousands of Ottopan warriors and militiamen hold weapons and are strictly stationed at the top of the wall. The defenders had mountains of stones, blocks of wood, ash bottles, and even hundreds of replica Mexica longbows in their hands.

Under the guidance of the messenger, everyone slowly climbed, and soon they were exposed to the attack range of the city head. As the Mexica wolf flag approached, there was a sudden uproar at the top of the city, and there were a lot of noisy discussions. A group of Otomi warriors shouted, and even took out bows and spears.

The black wolf Toltec, a heavy armored longbow, strode forward. He raised his head and looked at the defense of the mountain city, sweating slightly on his forehead, and he couldn't help holding the bone whistle between his neck. No matter how heavy armor he wears, the result will not be different when facing a rolling stone that falls from a height of tens of meters.

Fortunately, the chaotic and dangerous noise did not last long. Several white-robed priests soon arrived to appease, and the Otomi warriors at the head of the city gradually quieted down. They looked complicated, looking at the leading messenger, at the team under the city, at the approaching wolf flag, not knowing what to say.

Soon, Toltec gasped slightly and stood under the city wall. He was wearing heavy armor weighing more than 40 pounds. Facing the pressure of the city head, he took the lead all the way. At this time, he was indeed a little tired. The black wolf rested for a few breaths and looked at the warriors at the head of the city for a while, then remembered his responsibilities and returned to the side of Shulot.

"His Royal Highness, climbing from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, if you are fully equipped and maintain your physical strength for combat, it will take a quarter of an hour at the earliest. This quarter of an hour is all within the attack range of the city head!"

Shirot nodded calmly. The young king flickered with golden light, like a majestic envoy, standing outside the city gate. After a while, the heavy wooden door opened slowly with a "bang" sound. Afterwards, five hundred soldiers filed in, Wang Qiping passed through the city gate, and was erected high inside the mountain city. Seeing this scene, the defenders on the city wall suddenly let out a noisy low voice.

"Blessed by the primordial god!"

"It's Mexica!"

"His Royal Highness, Mexica, has entered the city!"

"The Illuminators from the South!..."

"His Royal Highness, you are the only alien army that has entered the mountain city in two hundred years."

The old priest Oort stood at the gate of the city and greeted the king himself. He was wearing the black and white sacrificial uniform of the Priest of Chaos and the high priest's feather crown on his head, his demeanor was calm and solemn. He was surrounded by low priests and guarded temple warriors. In this mountain city, the old priest is one of the two people with the highest status.

"Such a majestic city, as long as it is properly defended and united as one, it is indeed beyond manpower to conquer!"

Shulot calmly looked at the defenders in the city and praised with a smile. The Otomi militia in the mountain city is huge, estimated to exceed ten thousand people. Although their clothes and armor are simple and thin, their expressions are not numb, and they have a look of guarding their homes in their eyes. Such troops may be vulnerable when they go out on expeditions, but they are extraordinarily tough when they are stationed in their hometowns.

"His Royal Highness, earth dogs are greedy for their homes and will never go out to hurt people. Our Otomi people's wish is just to squat in our homes and live in peace."

"Priest Oort, the general trend of the world is like a long river, rushing forward all the way! In this world, all the tribes are fighting against each other, how can there be any stability? "

"...What Your Highness said is naturally very reasonable. I only wish the gods to bless and let the sacred cocoa continue."

"The gods will obey the king's heart. The one who will bless Coco is the king of the world!"

The two looked at each other for a moment and talked in a low voice, with some inexplicable feeling between the words. The five hundred guard bronze armor shone around the king, revealing indestructible power. Alter's eyes flashed, and he looked at these expensive and sturdy cloth copper armor. He sighed softly in his heart and continued to look at the king.

The tacit communication did not last long, and was soon interrupted by a rush of voices. Hundreds of Otomi warriors were fully armed, surrounded by a dozen high-ranking priests, and hurriedly rushed from the center of the mountain city. The Chaos Priest Saka, headed by him, let out an angry roar as soon as he arrived within a hundred paces.

"Alt, how dare you let the Mexicans into the city!"

"Priest Saka, His Royal Highness is a friend of the Otomi people and the eldest brother of General Giova. It is an honor for Ottopan City to attend today's tribal meeting!"

"Bah! Alter, you have been fascinated by the evil **** and betrayed the **** of chaos!"

Saka strode forward without stopping, and soon came to a place twenty paces away from the crowd. He was about fifty years old, with high cheekbones, thick black hair, and a stocky build, clearly stronger and younger than the old priest.

"Saka, paranoia has blinded your eyes! The new lake kingdom in the south is the ally of our Ottopan city-state!"

The old priest straightened his back and growled like an old and tough marmot.

Saka came closer and did not continue arguing with the old priest. His eyes were fierce, like a jackal. First, he glanced at the king under the wolf's banner, and when he saw hundreds of Mexican warriors in armor and chilling, his pupils shrank. The Priest of Chaos immediately stopped vigilantly and placed himself among the guards of the Temple Warriors. He paused for a few breaths, then looked at the large group of Ortomi warriors on the left and right city walls, and shouted loudly.

"Ottopan warriors! The Mexicas are the enemies of our Otomi people! A few years ago, they besieged the mountain city and slaughtered the villages of the three countries. Countless people of the primordial **** were brought to the altar, their blood soaked red. The earth! They stole the food again, burned the farmland, and the continuous famine continues to this day! Even this large-scale southward movement of the dogs has nothing to do with the Mexicas!... The Mexicas stole our wealth and killed us Our relatives and friends, destroying our lives, and now, they still want to intervene in the tribal assembly of the Otomi Alliance and completely turn the Ottopans into slaves!"

Sarkar's loud voice echoed down and down the walls, reaching the ears of thousands of Ortomi warriors. The leaders of the various tribes attended the tribal assembly in the center of the mountain city, and most of them were ordinary low-level warriors. Hearing such provocative words, the bottom warriors felt the same, and gradually became noisy~www.readwn.com~ Seeing this danger, Oort's eyes widened. He rushed forward, grabbed Saka's clothes angrily, and shouted angrily.

"The gods are above! Saka, your words are full of lies! It was King Tissok who fought with us a few years ago, and he is dead! His Highness Sherlot has never been against us Otomi! On the contrary , The food that saves lives in the famine of the mountain city comes from his gift! He is our friend!"

"Olt, you are old! In the past few years, under your guidance, we Otomi people are like voles in the cave, hiding in the east and being slaughtered by others! The city of Hilotepec is lost, the legion Go to the south and give your life to the Mexicans in vain, and now even Palmsbon has been occupied by the canines! .

Saka roared suddenly. He pushed away the old Oort, stretched out his finger to the king in front of the city gate, and shouted loudly.

"The Primordial God blesses us! Warriors of Ottopan, let the Mexicas see how powerful we are! Go, attack boldly, seize the Highness of Mexica, let them hand over their weapons, hand over Treasures, hand over food and land!"

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