Aztec Eternals

The canine warriors went south, and the coalition scouts went north, approaching each other for reconnaissance, and they were destined to meet in the mountains and forests of the plateau. From Otto Pampang to Palmsbon, the scout squads fought continuously, and hundreds of soldiers fell. The fresh blood flows with warmth, dyes the lush green grass red, nourishes the loess of the plateau, and also soaks the barren forest outside the mountain city.

The situation in Otto Pampang gradually became tense, and the figure of the dog-born became more and more common. Soon, a shocking news came into the mountain city.

Chaos Priest Saka's party was attacked on their way back to the fief. The dangerous desolate forest devoured everything, and all the priests of the Saka family died in battle, and no one was spared. The few surviving samurai escaped into the mountain castle, describing the faces, attire and weapons of the attackers. The knowledgeable old priest Ault looked sad and asked in person, and he was sure that he was a barbarian dog.

Hearing this unfortunate grief, the tribal leaders of the mountain city were filled with righteous indignation, sadness and fear, shock, and even went to the chief's longhouse overnight to swear allegiance to Giova.

Afterwards, Giova personally led the samurai to the scene of the attack. He gathered the bodies of the priests, held funeral prayers, and cremated them in the wind with his own hands. The curling blue smoke fluttered from the fire, taking away the souls of the deceased and the disputes of the past. After the funeral, the prestige of the new leader rose again, and the prestige of the old priest returned to its peak. Because success is the king and the bandit is defeated, life and death are different, and everything is a foregone conclusion.

A few days later, the wolf flag of the kingdom was erected at the top of the city, next to the black bird flag of the new leader. In the temple in the center of the city, the flags of the God of War and the God of Ancestor stood one after another, flying high. These changes are silent and well-deserved. The once chaotic people in the mountain city were condensed into a whole in this way.

The night goes with the wind, the day clouds and rains, and the ancestral **** sighs out the wind and thunder. The burning green smoke rises from the fields, and the melodious singing is lightly raised in the sky. May fell from the smoky song, entwined with the first rain of spring.

Shilot stood on the wall of Ottopan City, looking at the birds flying in the mountains. A large group of migrating songbirds stayed around the mountain city and hadn't headed north for a long time. They seem to have made it their new home and even started to build their nests.

"Spring ploughing is imminent, and the cold wave in the north has not yet dissipated. It seems that the Guaquili dogs will never retreat."

"His Royal Highness is wise. The scouts reported that the Guaquili dogs had built camps, occupied the fertile soil by the river, and settled in Palms State one after another. Eight large tribes were scattered, each occupying the warm valleys. They took captives who were good at farming. The mountain people, who have looted enough food to grow, are rushing to restore the farmland in the north and prepare for the upcoming spring ploughing. The ordinary tribes of a thousand people are scattered and looted everywhere, and five or six have invaded the northern border of Otto Pampang. , and even a canine-born team approached the outskirts of the mountain city."

Having said that, Bertard looked at the Ortomi warriors who were guarding in the distance, and lowered his voice cautiously.

"Accompanying these ordinary tribes, there are also two groups of red-haired scouts from large tribes. They met our scouts, and there was no conflict, but a message came."

"Oh? A message from the Guaquili?"

Shirot raised his brows.

"What did they say?"

"Eight large tribes have formed a preliminary tribal alliance. The leader of the alliance is Chichika of the 'Red Dog' tribe, and the deputy leader is Otuwa of the 'Red Fox' tribe. Otuwa is also an old tribal priest When he heard that the Guard was heading north, he sent out scouts to pay his respects to his brothers from 'Aztlan', the warchiefs of Mexica."

"Chichika, Chichi Hound? Otova, Oztohua Fox?"

Sherlot chanted these two names and easily found similar meanings in Mexican. He frowned.

"They call us brothers from 'Aztlan'?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The language of the Guaquili is similar to that of the Otomi people, and it is also very similar to ours... Of course, we Mexicans are not related to them by blood. We are truly one with us. It is the mortal enemy of the Eastern Alliance, the Tlaxcalans."

Shulott nodded. The context of this language and vocabulary hides the true history of ethnic migration thousands of years ago, but it is meaningless at this moment.

"What did the emissary of the Guaquilis say?"

"The Guaquilis heard the prestige of the Alliance, knew the divinity of His Highness, and wanted to live in peace with us. They were willing to submit to the Alliance in name, bounded by the existing territory of Palms State, and ensured the stability of the northern border. , and no longer go south to plunder. In addition, they received news from the Guamals, asking for trade with the Alliance, in exchange for the plunder, gold and silver, in exchange for survival food, salt, cotton, and sacred red fur and Dye. Finally, Altois has another offer..."

Bertard paused, then looked around cautiously again.

"What proposal?"

Shirot came to some interest. From the messenger's words, it can be seen that the Guaquilis are not wild barbarians who can only fight like wild beasts and cannot communicate at all, at least not the leaders of the tribe.

"Otova greets the great chief of Mexica. Their Guaquili tribe is willing to send troops and cooperate with the alliance to destroy the Otomi forces in the remaining two states! After the destruction of the Otomi people, they only need to feed the tribe's food. And living materials, land and mouths have nothing to ask for, all belong to the alliance!"

"Haha, to sow discord, such a simple plan..."

Hearing this, Shulot laughed. There is no basis for mutual trust between the alliance and the Guaquilis, and naturally there is no possibility of cooperation. It's just that the Guaquili's proposal strikes at the greed of the heart. The land and the mouth were exactly what the king wanted in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"What a cunning fox! As long as the Alliance is a little suspicious and responds to the dog-born messenger, I am afraid that the rumors it stirs up will spread everywhere, destroying the mutual trust between us and the Otomi people."

The king shook his head. His eyes were bright and he said with certainty.

"The Otomi people are the friends of the alliance and the future children of the kingdom. The Guaquili dog is our enemy, and the target of this expedition. The strategy of the kingdom has already been decided, and there is no room for it to be shaken! The envoys of the Guaquilis are always regarded as the enemy's warriors, and they will be killed directly!"

Bertard immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote down His Royal Highness's Wang Ling. Then, he pondered for a while and said in a deep voice.

"His Royal Highness~www.readwn.com~ Is your king's order also passed on to the Ottopan Legion? On the one hand, let General Giova know it, so as to calm the minds of the Otomi people; , under the command of the kingdom."

Shilot pondered for a while and nodded in agreement. He ordered with a smile.

"Very good suggestion, let's do it like this! Haha, Bertard, since Giova is an independent party and becomes the leader of the Otomi people, it is not good to use the old name, and it needs to be given due respect. From From today onwards, tell the generals of the army that Giova has become the prince of the kingdom, and the seat is by my side! Well, send an envoy to the capital city in the lake to report the latest news of the Otomi people to King Avet. Guard, invite Prince Giova to join me at the dinner party."

"These days, Giova is quite busy, constantly summoning tribal leaders and mobilizing warriors from all over the world. The only major events in the world are sacrifices, farming and battles. Now that spring ploughing is imminent, people's hearts are on the fields, and the harassment of dogs has become Frequent. It's time to sit down and have a good discussion about farming and sending troops!"

The king's voice was scattered into the wind, and the bursts of cicadas echoed in a low voice. In May, there is a roar, and in July, the hot summer is coming. Just like the wind and thunder in the rainy season, it sounds the prelude to the war.

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