Aztec Eternals

The low chief longhouse was dark, and the scent of mixed herbs was strong. The faint moonlight fell into the house, illuminating the two figures sitting opposite each other. The figure is surrounded by a circle of skeletons of sacrifice, and there is a silent silence.

Crow Chief Kakalo lowered his head and did not speak. He stretched out his thin arms, picked up a pine flute from the ground, and put it to his mouth. The ethereal flute sounded in an instant, humming into the night, the sound was distant and desolate, like a call from the wasteland.

Outside the long house, Alan's eyes widened. This is the flute that the chief will always play on the festival of the moon god. She listened to the flute quietly, looked at the full moon in the sky, and thought of the lone wolf in the wasteland. She closed her eyes, thinking about her former relatives and family, and thinking of the wolf's tenacity and loneliness. Memories of the old days were gone like a long wind, and the desolate flute sound did not last long, and everything came to an end.

Kakalo slowly put down the wooden flute. He raised his head and looked at Amosy.

"My child, what did you hear?"

Amoxi opened his eyes, showing a little longing.

"Chief, I have heard the sacrifices and blessings of the Moon God. The world under the full moon has eagles flying far away, and the plateau is vast..."

"Asimo, the world of the wasteland is vast. The tribes are constantly migrating, the eagles are flying away, everything is for the sake of vitality and hope, inheritance and continuation. Now, this valley has become a dead place, a dark place. The shadows are coming from the south. We can't resist the shadows, it's time to leave...ahem!"

Kakalo spoke slowly, the wrinkles on his face trembling, making him look extraordinarily old. However, the calm story was interrupted by a violent cough, and the old chief bowed down in pain and covered his mouth with force. Amoxi immediately stepped forward, supported the respected chief, and followed his breath.

After a while, Kakalo stopped coughing. He let go of his hand, but there was a dazzling bright red in the palm of his hand. The old chief silently clenched his palm again and said solemnly.

"Asimo, pass it on. Abandon unnecessary baggage, we only bring food...Let's go tonight!"

"Ah?! Are you leaving tonight?"

Asimo was a little surprised.

"Yes, let's go tonight! From a yellow leaf, you can see the chill of the whole autumn. The Aztec reinforcements will arrive at Taniguchi tomorrow, the danger is imminent, we can't delay any longer! New harvest these days With some unripe corn, plus the previous pumpkins, the food in the tribe can last for four or five months. When we escape from this dead place, there will be new life!...Ahem!"

Kakalo ordered sharply, then coughed again. Amoxi was about to step forward, but saw the old chief wave his hand heavily.

"Cough cough... I'm fine! Hurry up and send messengers to tell several tribes near Taniguchi befriended: the Aztec chieftain arrived with reinforcements. His sorcery is stronger and his wisdom is more profound, I will never let go of Taniguchi in the northwest! Sticking to the valley is a dead end, let's escape as soon as possible!"

"Asimo, the battle of Taniguchi was so tragic that all the tribes were afraid. The three major tribes forcibly annexed all the tribes, and the ordinary tribes were even more frightened. Now that the enemy's reinforcements are coming, it is the right time for the tribes to retreat. , no one will stop us again! The main force of the Red Frog Tribe is arranged at the eastern Taniguchi, and the old fox also wants to retreat, we have to leave before him!"

"After leaving the valley, head north for three days, avoiding the Aztecs. Then turn east, go all the way east, climb the towering mountains, and go to the Vastec territory! Guaquili The vitality of man lies in the east and the north..."

Kakalo paused. His eyes were deep, and he stared at Amosy in front of him, as if he was staring at some kind of hope. Then, he slowly opened his palms, revealing a large blob of bright red.

"Asimo, I have finished what I have to say. There are some things that don't need to be said, but you need to comprehend it yourself. I will give you the command of tonight's retreat!"

"Ah, coughing up blood! Chief, you...you...don't..."

Asimo's expression changed drastically. He looked at the red color of Kakalo's palm, as if he saw a flood of beasts. For the first time, deep fear appeared on the face of this tenacious man. It was the parting he had seen countless times before. He widened his eyes and cried out in pain.

"Chief... Daddy!..."

"My child, it's alright, don't be sad... My road is over, I can't go, and I don't want to go. Just let me stay here quietly and leave alone!...Asimo , Your road is still long, you have to take hope and fly like an eagle in the vast wasteland. From today, the Red Crow Tribe will be handed over to you!...Ahem!"

"Father!..."

"I'm tired, go out. Don't come in again... Hurry up and leave with Ding Zhuang and the children!"

After speaking, Kakalo lowered his head, stopped looking at Asimo's face, and stopped talking. The longhouse was filled with deathly silence.

Asimo was silent for a long time, slowly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the old chief. Then, with a look of sadness in his eyes, he turned away in pain. However, when he stepped out of the chief's longhouse, the grief turned into fortitude, into a stern cry.

"Everyone! Pack up your luggage, hurry up and prepare for the clan migration! Within two hours, all Ding Zhuang and children must leave! The messengers who have been to various ministries, come quickly!"

Depressed cries drifted away in the night wind in the valley. Soon, the entire camp became busy, and several messengers left with messages and rushed to the tribes near Taniguchi to bring urgent news.

Asimo stood by the bright campfire, looking out into the dark longhouse. His heart also seemed to be divided into two halves, one half fell into the flames, and the other half disappeared into darkness. Then, a singing bird-like voice came, awakening him from the silence.

"Grandpa! Why didn't the grandpa chief come out? I heard him coughing!"

Alan stood in front of him like a deer, his eyes as bright as a full moon.

Asimo stretched out his hand and rubbed Alan's head hard. Then, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Alan. Grandpa has always loved you very much. He doesn't want to come out, and he won't let Grandpa in. When the alpha wolf in the wasteland is old enough, he will leave the wolves alone, find a hill under the full moon, and quietly lie down there. There...today is the full moon. Alan, go in! Before you go, see Grandpa for the last time."

Alan stood there blankly~www.readwn.com~ eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She looked at Dad, but Asimo strode away, shouting orders, and directing the migration of the tribe. Alan looked at the dark longhouse again, hesitated for a long time, and then walked in carefully.

Kakalo still had his head bowed, sitting among the bones. Hearing the voice, he looked up, and a kind smile appeared on the old face.

"Alan, it's you."

Alan approached and squatted down next to the old chief. The obsidian dagger strapped to her thigh hit the bone and made a crisp scratch. The girl stretched out her hands and firmly grasped Kakalo's arm.

"Grandpa, Chief, it's me. I'm here to see you! Well, it's very dark in the room, so I can't see your face. I'll light the fire!"

"Son, we always have to face the dark..."

Alan has a refreshing temperament. Before Kakalo finished speaking, he lit the fire three times and two times. Then, by the light of the fire, the girl stared at the vicissitudes of Grandpa's face, as if to firmly remember his appearance.

Kakalo laughed dumbly. He shook his head, his eyes fixed on Alan's obsidian dagger. The old chief pondered for a while and waved.

"Alan, give me the dagger. The black wolf head on it is the symbol of the gods of Mexica. I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."

The full moon gradually fell to the west, the night fell into darkness, but Taniguchi in the northwest of the valley gradually woke up. Countless torches were lit at Taniguchi, and there was a commotion among the ordinary tribes nearby. Under the moonlight, the flag of a red crow was flying high, and thousands of canines were carrying their luggage and holding torches to migrate, like a pack of wolves roaring in the moon.

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