Aztec Eternals

With the continuous shouting and incitement of the priests of Saka, the thousands of Ottopan defenders near the city wall became more and more noisy. The noisy sound spread out, shaking the birds in the mountains.

The nimble songbird sensed the danger, chirped and flew to the sky to watch. The two-legged beasts in the mountain city below are divided into two distinct groups. One group is shouting in disorder, like a group of wolves surrounded by them, and a group is waiting in full force, like bears standing on the ground.

The battle seemed imminent. More than a thousand impulsive Otomi warriors held bows and arrows and battle sticks, and gradually moved their steps to surround the king's flag at the city gate. Some even brandished weapons, red-eyed, and shouted provocations at the Mexicans.

Under the banner of the king, five hundred bronze armored guards occupied the gate of the mountain city, forming a tight defensive circle. Around the circle are two hundred heavily armored jaguars. These elite senior warriors are accustomed to fighting and are skilled in combat, and can easily defeat enemies several times their own. They were wearing heavy armor and holding shields in their hands. Even in the face of the siege, they still looked calm and their eyes were full of killing intent. The inner layer of the circle is three hundred top guards, also selected from the ten thousand army. They are proficient in archery, superb in martial arts, and can be far or near. At this time, the guards took out their long bows, put on copper arrows, and were aiming at each other with the Otomi archers in cotton armor.

The Ortomi priests in the city were also divided into two groups. The number of priests under Oult was more, and they were shouting at the surrounding Otomi warriors, leaving most of the defenders in place. Although there were few priests brought by Saka, they were younger and more energetic. They shouted in the crowd, inciting hatred and urging the warriors to come forward. The priests on both sides hated each other, cursed each other, and even got close to fighting.

"Saka, you're crazy! Attack the Alliance at this time? Are you going to destroy the Otomi?!"

Alter stood firm, and roared angrily from a distance of nearly ten steps. A dozen priests and guards rushed forward, protecting the old priest behind them.

"Alt, you are old! The Otomi people need a strong leader who will face everything with a firm and brave attitude and gain a new life in a cruel world!"

Saka stood among the guarding temple knights, protected by a shield. He looked at the situation that was gradually getting out of control, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Two cheetahs compete for the same mountain forest, and there is only one dead end for those who give in! I must not be a loser!"

Ottopan's tribal meeting has just begun, and tribal leaders from all over the world are gathering together to elect the military leaders of the ancestral land of the mountain city. Ottopan's two samurai leaders, Nerpa and Giova, are vying for leadership of the mountain city.

At this critical time, the old priest Ort unexpectedly led the noble Highness of Mexica into the city without the permission of the priesthood. His Royal Highness Mexica has always been close to Giova, and will inevitably have a decisive influence on the selection of military leaders.

The situation was critical, and suddenly, Saka made a decisive decision and encouraged the Otomi warriors stationed at the city gate to clash with the Mexicans. The tribal leaders gathered in the center of the city, and no one came to restrain the bottom defenders. As long as the Otomi warriors start their hands and see blood on both sides, the tribe of these warriors will have no way out! And whether it is to expel His Royal Highness Mexica or seize it, the situation in Shancheng will be transformed to one's own side!

The wolf flag fluttered, the armor rattled, and the warriors were chilled. Shulot pursed his lips, calmly, observing the situation in front of him.

Under the instigation of the priest on the opposite side, the situation is gradually descending into chaos. The king's eyes swept across the defenders on the city wall, most of them shouted meaninglessly, the militiamen stood blankly on the spot, and the warriors looked at the divided priests hesitantly. The thousands of Otomi warriors who were closest to him were affected by the hostile atmosphere in the field, and they shouted and approached.

The king frowned. He has five hundred of the most elite armored warriors in his hands, and he is completely able to protect himself even in the face of the impact of thousands of Otomi warriors. The Mexica warriors even occupied the position at the gate of the city, and they could go back the same way at any time.

"But once you see blood, the situation is difficult to calm down! This is not my expectation!"

Sherlot looked around. The Otomi have no tribal chiefs, just chaos instigated by priests. They seem to be boiling like soup, but they can be shocked by ideas.

"Bottard, remove the guard shield and reveal my figure!"

"Your Highness?"

The samurai chief was a little worried.

"Remove the shield! I wear bronze armor, and the Ortomi bows and arrows are not a big threat."

Soon, the guards put down their shields and scattered around, revealing the king's shining armor in the center. Shilot stood up straight, stood under the king's banner, and roared loudly.

"black Wolf!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"Plan ahead, blow the bone whistle!"

"As ordered!"

Toltec, wearing heavy armor, stood at the forefront of the army formation. He raised the pale bone whistle with both hands, brought it to his mouth, then puffed out his cheeks and blew suddenly.

"Boo! Hah! Drip!... Hah! Hah! Drip!"

A sharp note suddenly sounded, and according to a specific melody, it rang violently at the city gate. The black wolf used all his strength, and the piercing whistle pierced through the sky and spread far and wide, down to the bottom of the mountain city! This sound is extremely penetrating, and the vibrations make people dizzy, and the surroundings are silent.

"Praise you! Supreme Lord God, Sun God, God of War Huitzilopochtli!..."

Taking advantage of this short break, Shilot raised the divine scepter in his hand and chanted loudly, attracting the attention of the Otomi people. He was covered in golden light, his arms spread wide, and he looked up at the sun. This is the action of the priest praying to the gods!

"...God of War roars while holding Thunder, showing his power!..."

The king chanted, his voice high and clear, with a certain mysterious charm. Then, he slowly lowered his head and looked up, and then suddenly pointed the divine scepter forward.

"...The **** of war has come, the **** has come!"

Seeing the solemn prayer of His Highness Mexica, the approaching warrior Otomi suddenly stopped. In this era, the majesty of the gods is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the power of the gods seems to be everywhere. Thinking of the prestige of "Death", the warriors waited anxiously for a moment, but nothing happened.

Shirott's scepter pointed forward, motionless, and his face was like a god. The Otomi people stopped and looked at each other, silent for a while. After a while, Priest Saka was the first to react. he growled angrily.

"The primordial **** blesses the mountain city! This is the domain of the ancestor **** Omete Otre! The warriors blessed by the gods, rush to me..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The shocking thunder suddenly exploded, like a wave of extinction, rising from the end of the sky, roaring all the way up, drowning the entire mountain city. Thousands of Otomi defenders looked horrified. They looked up, but there was no cloud in the sky, only the dazzling sun!

Hearing the familiar sound of wooden cannons, Xiulote's expression did not change, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He silently counted four consecutive cannon shots, estimated the time, and waved his divine staff again, roaring angrily.

"War, God, descend, come!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Another four deafening thunders went straight into everyone's heart! Looking at His Highness's prayer, and hearing the angry roar of the gods, the Otomi people present could no longer control the fear in their hearts, and shouted in panic.

"Ah! Huizilopochtli, God of War!..."

"The Lord God of the Mexica protects them!  …"

"The incarnation of the gods, the **** of death Shulotel!..."

The terrified voices were chaotic. The Otomi people in front of the army dropped their weapons and spread out the siege. They bowed their heads and retreated in a panic, making meaningless shouts, not daring to look directly at the shining king. Soon, the Ottopan warriors who had participated in the Western Expedition shouted loudly.

"I've been to the battlefields of the South, it's the Mexica Legion's ceremony to summon Thor! The magic of defeating the Tarrascos!  …"

The memories of the West Expedition flooded into my heart one after another, and the roar of the estuary fortress was unforgettable. Looking at the black wolf flag, hundreds of Ottopan warriors who participated in the Western Expedition fell to their knees one by one, and fell to the ground in front of the former marshal.

"His Royal Highness!"

Hundreds of warriors kept shouting, and thousands of Otomi defenders put down their weapons and bowed their heads in fear. Many of the Otomi militiamen even fell to their knees and saluted the king as if participating in a holy prayer.

"Samurai, don't be afraid... This is the howl of the evil god, and it can't hurt the people of the ancestor god..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

After a half-quarter of an hour, the thunder that shook the heavens and the earth sounded again, interrupting Priest Saka's cry and making him unsteady. In the roar of the gods, more and more Otomi people knelt down, the faces of the warriors and militiamen were full of awe, and the priests present were also terrified.

Looking at this scene, the old priest looked complicated and remained silent. He has been paying attention to the changes of the Mexica, knowing that this thunder is not the power of the gods, but a new type of weapon. He has sent many scouts, but he has never been able to find out how this weapon is made.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The thunder sounded with a certain regularity, two times a round, four times at a time, with an interval of half a quarter between each round. In fact, on this trip to the north, the Imperial Guard Corps brought a total of eight wooden cannons, and there was a special artillery team. Early this morning, the eight wooden cannons were loaded, and they were always ready, waiting for the king's signal.

Shirot looked around again, nodded slightly, and maintained the posture of a god. All the Otomi people put down their weapons, and the city walls were full of kneeling figures. The tribal leaders in the center of the mountain city were alarmed by the sound of the cannons and were rushing over from not far away. The leader was Giova, who had long and narrow eyebrows and looked like a coyote.

"Black wolf, blow the whistle!"

"Drip! Drip! Huh!... Drip! Drip! Huh!" The shrill whistle cut through the sky and traveled far down the mountain, conveying new instructions.

The Otomi people were silent, looking at the radiant king. Sherlot solemnly waved his divine scepter with a high-pitched voice, chanting the final chapter of his prayer.

"Praise the Lord God! The light of God covers the earth, and the mighty power of God is everywhere! God is watching us!..."

Giova strode a meteor, hurriedly approaching, and behind him was a large number of tribal leaders. He glanced at the situation in the arena, and then looked at the old priest Oort.

The old priest nodded slightly~www.readwn.com~ He made a salute gesture, raised his divine staff, and called out to the Otomi people.

"Praise the **** of war! He is the sun **** and the **** of the Ortomi people!"

"Praise the God of War! Praise the God of the Sun!"

Giova shouted first, knelt down on the ground, and saluted the king flag of Shulot. Behind him, the tribal leaders hesitated a little, then knelt down and saluted.

"Praise the God of War! Praise the God of the Sun!"

The devout prayers echoed one after another, echoing on the majestic mountain city. With the arrival of the tribal leader, the Ortomi warriors bowed their heads, the situation in the city finally regained control, and the roar of the gods no longer sounded.

Looking at the changing situation, Saka's face turned pale. He stared at the king under the wolf banner, but he couldn't see the young face under the bronze helmet, and only heard the end of the chant.

"...God is gone!"

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