Aztec Eternals

"Boom boom boom!"

The terrifying thunder was close at hand, like a terrifying spirit, roaring close to the main house. The roaring rocket pierced the night sky, and the rolling fireball hit from afar, turning the Red Dog's front camp into a sea of ​​fire! Soon, thick, pungent smoke filled the camp, and the poisonous sulphurous scent wafted over the face, making it impossible for even the bravest red-haired hunter to gain a foothold.

The Chichika leader was blackened, and under the guard of the red-haired hunter of the brigade, he retreated embarrassedly to the heights behind the camp. The terrain here is steep and bare, with no burning trees. There are towering mountains on both sides, and the mighty mountain wind blows away the poisonous smoke.

"Raise my flag and gather the warriors of the Horde!"

As soon as the Red Dog Chief was away from the flames, he roared urgently. He stood on the highest rock, holding a torch in his hand, revealing it in front of everyone.

The sky-filled rockets stopped temporarily, but sporadic fireballs continued to rise. The fireball crashed into the camps everywhere, spreading unknown fear. Suddenly, in the dim light of the fire, a hysterical shout broke out from the flamingo camp, and countless figures rushed out of the camp and rushed into the nearby red salamander camp.

Then, a frantic cry broke out in the red salamander camp, rushing out of the brigade. Countless warriors dashed around randomly, waved their weapons, and stabbed into the body of the "enemy". In this terrifying night of flames, two large tribes loyal to their leader, thousands of elite canine warriors, fought frantically regardless of enemy or foe!

"No, my warrior!"

Chichika's eyes were splitting, roaring in pain. He looked around, the fire flooded the low places like a flood, and there were tribal warriors running around in a panic. He listened to the left and right, the thunder echoing through the valley, mixed with the shrill voices of panic and fear. More than 10,000 Guaquili elites who had worked so hard to gather, suddenly and completely collapsed under the unknown attack of the Mexicans in the deep night!

"No! Shout!...shout! I'm going to kill you!"

The red dog chief's eyes were red, and he roared in anger. How many past efforts and how many future plans were reduced to ashes with the fire this night. After a while, Chichika barely calmed down. He took a few steps, grabbed the collar of the tribal priest with one hand, pointed to the fireball rising from the enemy camp below the mountain, and asked.

"Zuma, what exactly is this!"

"Ah! The big chief... This, this should be a spell from the Mexicans, or a weapon bestowed by the gods..." The old tribal priest Zuma was suffocated. He struggled hard in the hands of the big boss, struggling to make a sound, like an old owl in a coyote's claws.

"Like the old... slinger... but it's throwing fireballs..."

"Shovel beast?"

Chichika was stunned for a moment, and then showed a dash of surprise.

"It turns out that the wooden beasts a few days ago were for today!"

"Cough cough!..."

The red dog leader let go, and the old priest Zuma coughed continuously. In Nahua, Zuma means "anger", and Montezuma means "one who makes himself angry". Of course, in front of Chichika at this time, the "angry" priest Zuma could only passively bear the opponent's anger, and did not dare to show anger at all.

Chichika looked fierce, stared at the priest's old face, and asked again.

"Priest Zuma, what are those rockets and thunder?"

"Cough!... The great leader is naturally unified and derived, and it is the coexistence of all things. The gods are part of nature and follow the laws of nature... Since the gods can create stone-throwing wooden beasts and fireball-throwing wooden beasts If you are a beast, you can also create a wooden beast that shoots rockets and a wooden beast that emits thunder. Now it seems that the **** of Mexica is proficient in wooden beasts, and he must be an evil **** who is good at creation!"

Zuma settled down and answered decisively. No matter what the truth is, the most important thing at this moment is to give the tribal warriors who are afraid of the unknown, an explanation that can be easily understood and comforted.

"All kinds of wooden beasts... Evil gods who are good at creation..."

The fear flickered on Chichika's face. He then asked urgently.

"In that case, respected priest Zuma, do you have a way to deal with the enemy's wooden beast?"

"Ahem... Chief, it's a natural cycle of balance. The more powerful something is, the more fatal weakness it is. This is especially true for the creations of gods, because they lack human souls..."

Priest Zuma's expression flickered. While speaking the cliché of the wasteland priest, he thought about the words quickly.

"Well, look, although these wooden beasts released thunder and flames, they couldn't move and walk and attacked the steep camp. Although the thunder was violent and the flames were hot, they were not accurate enough to really hurt a few people. This is natural. Limitations, all things have balance..."

"Priest Zuma! I ask you what to do now!"

After listening for a moment, Chichika's expression became fierce again. He looked at the chaotic firelight everywhere, as if a fire was burning in his heart.

"Can you cast spells to counter the opponent's wooden beasts?!"

"Uh, esteemed chief... The warriors are so flustered because the first time they encountered the creation of the evil god, and in the dark night, their hearts were devoured by the unknown fear. As long as they see each other a few times, they are used to hearing them. The roar of creation, discovering the weakness of creation, it will not be like this..."

"Now, I want you to cast spells! Can you?!"

"Ah...there are too many priests on the opposite side, and the mana is too strong. My materials fell into the camp again, and they were all burned..."

"roll!"

Chichika snorted angrily and threw the old priest out of her hand.

"Bring a few priests to appease my warriors!"

"Cough cough! Follow your orders, big chief."

Zuma got up from the ground and left as quickly as he was escaping.

Chichika's eyes were red and she continued to stand where she was. He stared at the enemy camp opposite, like an angry northern bison.

"Uh... Chief, I have counted the soldiers of the lower tribe. There are still about 2,000 people left, and about 800 have escaped. Among the remaining fighters, there are 600 elite redheads, but they are basically all there."

Uman, holding a battle stick in one hand, came to the chief and knelt down on one knee to report. The Red Dog tribe is the most powerful tribe in the wasteland, and the proportion of red-haired hunters has always been high. When the sky fire hit, these elites barely maintained the order of the tribe, so that the warriors collapsed, and now they are gathered again.

"Six hundred red hairs are here!"

Hearing this, Chichika breathed a sigh of relief. The red-haired elites are the foundation of the major tribes, equivalent to the old soldiers. Tribal warriors are broken, and they can also be recruited or coerced from various ministries. If the redhead loses too much, the clan will really be wiped out.

"Uman, send out people, try your best to gather all the troops!"

"Uh... yes, Chief."

Uman nodded, but his feet didn't move. He looked at the chief, hesitated for a while, but still said dumbly.

"Chief, I think the current situation is not very good... very bad!"

"Nonsense, I'm not blind!"

Hearing this, Chichika blushed and laughed angrily. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the firelight of each battalion and scolded.

"What do you want to say?"

"Uh... Chief, I don't think we can hold it here anymore. All the ministries have collapsed, and our Red Dog Tribe should leave as soon as possible!"

"Ok?!"

Chichika took a step forward and grabbed Uman by the collar.

"What did you say?"

"Uh...I said, we can't hold it anymore, it's time to go."

"pardon?"

Chichika's eyes spit fire, and a dangerous killing intent appeared.

Uman looked at the chief, his eyes were a little straight and in a daze, but his expression was very firm.

"Chief, the soldiers' hearts are scattered, and this battle can't be fought. We have to give up here, retreat a hundred or eighty miles, and gather the hearts of the army... In fact, in fact, I think that we wasteland people should not Staying in one place all the time, fighting this kind of hard-on-hard fight..."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!..."

Chichika furiously drew his whip. He hugged his head six or seven times, and knocked Uman to the ground, and then another seven or eight times.

"Smack you to death! Reverse you!"

"what!..."

Uman cried out in pain and rolled back and forth on the ground. After a while, he was covered in dirt, got up from the ground with difficulty, and continued to speak to the chief.

"Chief, I think it's time to go."

"you!"

Chichika raised the whip again and looked angrily. Afterwards, he looked at Uman's straight and firm eyes, saw the blood on the other's face, and his heart softened inexplicably. After a while, the leader of the red dog slowly put down the whip and asked in a deep voice.

"...If you leave this dangerous camp, there is not much room behind. The small city of Pams has low walls and a small area. The terrain in the valley is open, and tens of thousands of tribes are scattered everywhere. How can you defend it? "

"Uh, Chief, there is also the Taniguchi in the valley behind, so you can keep it for a while."

"Taniguchi is a bit open, and the terrain is not high enough. The cactus tribe is aggressive and can't hold it for long."

"Then take your family and leave the valley. You can escape into the wasteland from the northwest, and you can also escape from the mountain road in the northeast or east..."

Hearing this, Chichika lowered her eyes and did not speak for a long time.

"Chief!"

Uman knelt on the ground and buried his head at the feet of the chief, like a tame slave wolf.

"say no more!"

Chichika snorted angrily.

"Let the scouts come to see me! There is chaos now, and the ministries don't know how much they have lost."

Afterwards, Chief Red Dog stood on a high place and looked around again. After a while, the scouts in all directions returned in turn and reported to the chief.

Chichika personally arranged the camps of the various ministries. The situation at this time fell into his eyes one by one, combined with the scout's information, corresponding to the memory in his heart, and turned into a helpless sigh.

"Hey! The rear camp collapsed, the red deer escaped, the flamingos and the red salamanders fought against the bombing camp... The red monkeys should still be here."

Seeing this, Chichika is a little complicated. It was the Red Monkey Tribe who could defend to the end during the night attack. He pondered for a long time, finally took a deep breath, and had to face the cruel reality.

"Uman, what you said makes sense, the camp can be abandoned. But it is too dangerous to withdraw the army now, and the tribe will easily collapse in the night!"

Chichika suppressed her emotions and paced repeatedly. Then, he looked into the distant sky, the long night was about to end, the noisy voices gradually faded away, and the morning star had risen from the east. He looked at the camp again, where the priests had just reassured the heart. The two thousand tribe warriors clenched their hunting bows and spears again.

"It's almost dawn! When it's dawn, we'll take the tribe back first. Then we will pack up the troops and fight against the cactus tribe!"

"Uh... Chief, the cactus tribe has long planned, I'm afraid they won't let us leave easily!"

"I know!"

Chief Red Dog was a little irritable. He waved the whip in his hand and let out a sharp whistle.

"I will leave some people behind, relying on the remaining camps to block the army of the cactus tribe!"

"Uh... Chief, the tribe needs to keep a distance to retreat, and it takes time to gather all the tribes. The cactus tribe's offensive is fierce, and ordinary people can't stop it."

"Damn! Uman, can you shut up?!"

Chichika couldn't help roaring out.

"Don't croak in front of me like a short-billed crow, making ominous noises!"

"Uh...chief!"

Uman fell to his knees and put his head at the chief's feet again.

"What exactly are you going to say?"

Chichika shook the other's hair impatiently.

"I'll stay and resist the attack of the cactus tribe!"

Uman raised his head. This time, his eyes were clear and clear, and there was no trace of dullness.

"Chief, now only I can buy time for you!"

Hearing this, Chichika suddenly froze and did not move. He slowly lowered his head, looked into the eyes of the generals under his feet, and did not speak for a long time.

"Chief, I am from the wolf, willing to die for the wolf king."

A fierce smile appeared on Uman's face~www.readwn.com~ The **** welts trembled.

"Our Red Dog Tribe will definitely survive in the wasteland!"

"Uman..."

Chichika lowered her eyes and held the love general's hair again. This time, he didn't let go for a long time.

"I'll give you six hundred warriors and fifty redheads! Stand for me for two days!"

After a while, the red dog leader turned around and looked at the dawn in the east. He bit his lip silently, and made an oath full of hatred in the tingling blood and pungent gunpowder.

"Ancestor witness! If you die in battle for me, I will slaughter three thousand Otomi serfs in the valley, and then gather all the warriors to seek revenge for the cactus tribe!"

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