Aztec Eternals

The terrified cries lasted all night, and the chaos of the canines lasted all night. When the morning sun rises and falls on the camp on the top of the mountain, the densely packed canine warriors have disappeared. Looking from a distance, the precipitous camp was completely dilapidated, and there were chaotic traces of the fire everywhere, as well as the corpses of the dog descendants lying down indiscriminately.

Shirot climbed the hill, looked at the hundreds of enemies left in the cottage, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he smiled and said to the most trusted samurai chief.

"The Canine Brigade has collapsed. After listening to the howls all night, I'm a little tired, so let's go to sleep for a while. Bertard, come and defeat the rudimentary enemy for me!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

Bertard smiled and agreed. Shirot turned around and left without looking at the top of the mountain again. After a while, there was a sound of killing from the rear.

"Shhhhhh!"

The rain of arrows attacking from the top rose from the middle of the mountain and shot on the dilapidated camp, leaving a few smears of fresh red. The morning sun rose into the sky, and it was noon before you knew it. The brilliant sun fell from the blue sky, illuminating the red-brown mountains and the cottages that had been fighting repeatedly.

The remaining 200 or so canine warriors were sparsely figured, crouching behind the cottage, unable to show their heads under the pressure of the blazing feather arrows. Under the waves of the cactus tribe's offensive, they had already lost more than half of their damage, abandoned the main business of the red dog, and retreated to the high mountain behind the camp.

Soon, after the rain of arrows, the elite Jaguars, wearing heavy armor and holding large shields, formed a small loose formation and carefully killed them again.

The higher you go, the narrower the steep slopes are and the more rugged the terrain. The canines resisted with the help of the terrain. The personal guard Uman appeared, holding a shield in his hand. He watched quickly for a moment, then gave orders to the red-haired left and right, and then pushed down a large stone himself.

"Boom! Boom!"

A few roaring loud noises echoed, and a few large rocks rolled down from the heights, with the power to kill the heavy armor! Seeing the ferocious falling rocks, the Jaguar Chapter was stunned. Their formation spread out even more, patiently dodging on the spot, waiting for the rocks to roll away, and then climbing up again.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Soon, the Jaguar Chapter was once again on the camp. The red-haired hunter's bone arrow fell from a higher height, avoiding the armored body, and aimed the arrow at the face and neck. From time to time, enemy teams rush out from the hidden mountains, swing stone hammers frantically, and entangle and fight with the jaguar warriors.

In the face of various attacks, the Jaguars stopped cautiously, and steadfastly defended first and then attacked. They cover each other and take full advantage of shields and heavy armor to minimize casualties. Afterwards, the elite samurai methodically turned the dashing dogs into corpses!

"too slow!"

Bertard stood halfway up the mountain, a hundred paces away, frowning. He looked at the sky and saw that it was already noon.

"Most of the canine descendants have collapsed, and only a few hundred people are left. The Jaguars are known as the elite, and they have attacked Banri Mountain, and they have not yet eliminated the remaining enemies!"

"Holy Eagle Leader, these broken troops resisted stubbornly and would never give up. Their red-haired leader was especially resistant to fighting. He kept throwing stones and shooting dark arrows, and he had already killed two jaguar warriors."

Tupa carried his bow, squinted his eyes, and observed the mountain top where the silhouettes flickered.

"The enemy on the mountain has retreated to the highest point and is surrounded by groups. At this time, they are just struggling beasts. As for the jaguar battle group... well, it is indeed a little too stable. It is because the terrain is too steep and heavy armor is not easy to climb. Haha, or are you afraid of being stoned to death, it's too disgraceful to die?"

Hearing this, Bertard raised his brows. Although the two noble chapters, the Eagles and the Jaguars, were extremely elite, they both had the independent will of the military nobles. These troops, even now he can't be at his fingertips. In the entire alliance, it is estimated that only King Avit and His Royal Highness Sherlot can really drive the nobles to fight to the death.

The samurai chief looked at it for a while, then shook his head. He turned to Tupa.

"Tupa, you brought two hundred longbow personal guards and killed the leader for me! The black wolf was injured and missed the battle here. You should do more for him and yourself!"

"Okay, Holy Eagle Head!"

Upon receiving the order, Tupa nodded knowingly. Without any hesitation, he knelt down and bowed.

The black wolf Toltek came from the first group of personal guards of His Highness, and he was the second group of personal guards. Both were civilian samurai loyal to His Highness and had been taught by the samurai chief. During several years of war, there were many such personal guards of His Highness, who were successively selected by the samurai chiefs and appointed as mid-level officers of each legion. They are more loyal, more courageous, and more united than the military nobles inherited from the alliance, and they have vaguely formed their own line.

Afterwards, Tupa took two hundred longbow personal guards, carrying the longbow, and nimbly climbed up the mountain. In just a quarter of an hour, he passed the Jaguar Chapter and came to the forefront of the battle!

"Approach and shoot!"

Tupa gave an order in a low voice, and the guards stopped immediately and approached to shoot fiercely. The dog-born red-haired hunter also straightened up and threw rocks and arrows down frantically. However, after two rounds of shooting, more than a dozen people on both sides fell to the ground. Tupa himself wore ordinary samurai costumes, with a few marksmen, and waited patiently behind the rocks.

Soon, Uman raised his shield again. He looked at the precarious situation and said with a hoarse voice.

"Warriors, as long as it gets dark, the main force of the clan will be able to walk for one more day! For the sake of the clan, for the sake of the big leader, and for the sake of the old camp at the back, stay for another half day!"

The canine warriors looked numb and responded in a low voice. They are not the backbone of the tribe, but the valiant army left behind. Last night went through a night of chaos, and today we fought hard for half a day. Everyone had held up until this time, almost exhausted, and only the last breath was left.

"Ow! Kill!"

Uman looked fierce and let out a wolf howl. After a brief observation, he aimed in the direction where the guards gathered, and suddenly pushed down a large stone. The big stone rumbled down, disturbing the formation of the guards and exposing the bodies of the samurai.

Then, he quickly put down his shield, raised his longbow, and aimed at the vital point of a guard, it was a subtle arrow!

"Whoosh!"

The sharp bone arrow struck from a high place, avoiding the middle armor with a tricky angle, and accurately shot into the neck. The guard immediately covered his neck, shook his body weakly, and rolled down the mountain with his head up.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, several bronze arrows were ready to attack together! But in an instant, the sharp arrows that he shot smashed through the cotton armor and penetrated Uman's chest and abdomen!

"Uh!..."

The stern look on Uman's face disappeared in an instant. The arrow only entered the body, and the huge momentum made him lean back; the broken internal organs also caused him to lose his strength in an instant. He stumbled to the ground on his back, a large amount of blood seeping from the wound on his chest and abdomen, soaking the brown rocks. He looked at the blue sky and imagined the boundless wasteland, his eyes straightened for the last time.

"Uh, uh... So, when you're about to die, you don't feel pain?... Light and fluffy, like a bird flying... Fly, what is flying like? Don't... don't get in the way I... let me fly to the wasteland, take a look, just... and... go back to the big... land..."

After more than ten breaths, Uman's eyes collapsed. He vaguely heard chaotic cries, followed by endless darkness.

Several red-haired personal guards rushed forward, crying and kneeling on the ground, hugging the leader's body indiscriminately. The rest of the canine warriors lost their fighting spirit, howling and turning around, even kneeling in surrender.

"Haha, hit!"

Tupa laughed and shook the longbow in his hand confidently.

"My archery, it seems, is only a little worse than the head of the black wolf! Well, two points worse than the head of the holy eagle... better than your highness... hehe...haha!"

After laughing for a while, Tupa straightened up with murderous intent on his face.

"Go! Go and get our exploits!"

Longbow's personal guards quickly attacked, and the dogs on the mountain no longer had any strong resistance. After another half an hour, the last few red-haired people were killed by arrows, and the remaining more than 100 canines knelt down and surrendered.

Tupa held his head high, carried his bow, and led his guards to the heights of the rear camp. He strode forward, then suddenly stopped.

Uman's body lay quietly on the rock. His eyes remained wide open until he died.

"Whoo!...a true warrior!"

Tupa took a breath, held the amulet around his neck with both hands, and bowed his head in prayer.

"Praise the Lord God! He loves warriors the most! May you rest in the red kingdom and become a butterfly in the mountains!"

After a sincere prayer, Tupa grinned again. He put his hand deep into his arms, took out a sharp obsidian dagger, and said to Uman happily.

"Okay! You have gone to the kingdom of God and turned into a red butterfly... Then lend me your former head!"

The sun dipped slightly to the west, and the red sun dyed the clouds. Red butterflies are flying in the mountains, and the heads of warriors are passed down the mountain road until they reach the hands of the king.

In the big tent, Shulot looked at Hui Uman's head and nodded calmly. Then, he turned around and smiled at Coca, who was waiting beside him.

"Keka, do you know this warrior?"

"...The Great Chief, he is the general guard beside Chichika, the most famous warrior of the Red Dog tribe, Uman."

Coca lowered her head, her expression full of awe. But in one night, the Red Dog Allied Forces completely disintegrated, and even Uman died here!

"Oh?"

Shirote glanced at Coca lightly, and asked again with a smile.

"According to the customs of the wasteland, how should the warriors be buried?"

"The ceremonies are different, but basically fire is used. The ashes of the chiefs will be carried around, and the ashes of the tribesmen will be buried in the ground. As for the heroic warriors..."

Kakashi paused. He looked at Uman's head with a complicated expression.

"We will ascend a hill. At sunrise or sunset, against the sacred red sky, the ashes are blown into the wind and scattered into the vast wasteland."

"Cremation and ashes... it's the same as the Guam."

Shiloh nodded slightly, then fell into deep thought.

"The sacred red sky... coincides with the red kingdom in the belief of the Alliance. It seems that the origins of the Guaquili and the Aztec tribes may be quite similar."

After a while, Shilott smiled gently.

"Keka, since that's the case, I'll give you the funeral of this warrior! You have to follow the priest's instructions~www.readwn.com~ to combine the traditions of the wasteland with the belief in the Lord God, create new rituals, and burial thickly. Guaquili warriors who died in battle!"

"Ah! Warchief? I...I'm here for the funeral?"

Hearing this, Keka's eyes widened.

"Well, this is the first task I gave you."

Shirot smiled faintly. Then, with a solemn expression, he gave an order that could not be refused.

"From the Red Frog Tribe, draw a thousand warriors! Five hundred people will join the vanguard of the samurai chief, and they will chase down all the Red Dog Alliance all night! The other five hundred people will join the rear army and follow the mountain roads on both sides to recruit and disperse. Tribal Warrior!"

"Ah! Your Highness, this, me, this thousand people..."

Keka's face showed anxiety, but he didn't dare to protest. The life and death of Miwa's five hundred elites is uncertain, and I don't know how many will come back, and now another thousand will be drawn!

"Coca, devoutly believe in the Lord God, I will promise you the future."

Shirot gently patted the other's shoulder.

"As for the 1,000 soldiers I recruited, I will make up for you from the captives I recruited! Well, I'll equip you with army priests!"

Keka opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say anything. The fire of yesterday flashed in his mind, just like the head of Uman today. After a while, he resigned to his knees and fell to the ground.

"Follow you, Warchief!"

The king smiled, turned around, and looked at the eastern sky. The evening is approaching, the sun is about to set, and the sky is full of red. And the faith of the Lord God has been spread in the vast wasteland, just like the glory of the alliance!

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