Aztec Eternals

The sunset over the wasteland is a deep red, slowly sinking into the distant mountains. There are thousands of rays of sunshine on the mountains, smearing the bright red sky, and soaking the blood-colored earth. In the **** twilight, the brutal battle was over.

Taniguchi's Red Dog Main Center is full of brokenness, the edges are charred and blackened, and the inside is dark red after being stained with blood. There are thousands of broken warrior corpses stacked like maple leaves; broken bone arrows and bronze arrows are innumerable and dense like long grass. And the further you go to the center, the more so.

A pair of moccasins stepped into the camp, surrounded by straw sandals. The moccasins walked slowly into the camp, past the fallen corpse, until under the banner of the Red Dog. At this moment, the red dog flag, which has been passed down for many years, has long been broken, and the flag surface is stuck in the blood mud, and it is dilapidated.

And a strong corpse fell on its back beside the red dog flag. He glared angrily, his face was covered in blood, his hair was dyed red, he was wearing a wolf robe on his back, and he held a battle stick in his hand. There were more than a dozen feathered arrows stuck in his body, but the fatal wound should have been two finger-thick blood holes on his left chest. His limbs remained in their dying positions, as if they were still fighting. Because at the moment of death, the body was extremely forceful, and the muscles all over the body spasmed and twitched, forming the rigidity of the corpse.

The owner of the moccasins finally stopped. His eyes stayed on the corpse, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice.

"Ozoma, this is the leader of the Guaquili Alliance, the chief of the Red Dog tribe, Chichika?"

"Yes, esteemed High Chief Death God."

Ozoma's face was dazed. Although he had been prepared for a long time, he still had an unreal feeling at this time: for more than ten years in the wilderness, the fierce and brave, red dog chief like the wolf king died here silently? He stared at Chichika's body closely, and couldn't help reaching out to feel Chichika's breath.

Seeing this scene, Shilot shook his head. He looked at the blood hole in Chichika's chest, lost in thought.

"His Royal Highness, please forgive me! I failed to capture the enemy Chief Chichika alive and damaged his heart."

Bertard fell to one knee, embarrassed. As the nominally important goal of the Northern Expedition, the heart of the canine leader Chichika must be sacrificed to the Lord God to declare the victory of the Northern Expedition. It was also for the sake of sacrifice that Chichika was not headed by a samurai after his death in battle.

"It doesn't matter. The Victory Festival will not be affected. The Lord God blesses us and will definitely be satisfied with the sacrifice."

Shirot smiled and said affirmatively. Soon, he will preside over the victory ceremony with his own hands outside the city of Palms, and then declare the blessing of the Lord God.

"Chichika died fighting and didn't retreat?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Bertard stood up, his face quiet again.

"Five hundred hunters descended from the east hill and shot the camp, killing many of the red-haired hunters. The morale of the Red Dog tribe fell, and the front was quickly scattered and could no longer be maintained. The heavily armored jaguars immediately charged. , completely defeated the red dog tribe Chichika has been standing under the banner and fighting to the death, and did not take a step back until death."

"I see."

Shirot nodded slowly.

"Where is the warrior who killed Chichika? I want to reward him!"

Hearing this, Bertard was a little stagnant. He stretched out his hand and pointed to Chichika's side.

"Your Highness, that's the corpse with the spear."

Shirot looked there, but saw a warrior wearing an eagle helmet, holding a half-short spear, entangled with two red-haired canines to death. With Chichika's location as the center, there is a dense circle around it, full of dead warriors from both sides, many with iconic red hair.

"After Chichika died, the surrounding chief guards were like crazy! More than 100 redheads rushed to the legion, dragging the assaulting samurai to death together. Even the heavily armored Jaguars, Five people were killed in the battle, but when this group of Chieftain Guards died in battle, the remaining 1,000 Red Dog warriors all knelt down and surrendered."

"Four thousand Red Dog fighters, nearly half of them died, hundreds fled, and only over a thousand surrendered"

The king watched silently for a while and sighed.

"Chichika can get a warrior to die, but it's not wrong to die!"

Bertard nodded in agreement. Then he glanced at Orzoma lightly. Until now, the Red Monkey Chief is still a little out of his mind, unbelievable. Looking at the leopard from this tube, we can see the influence of Chief Chichika in the minds of various dog descendants.

"The warrior who killed Chichika wearing an eagle helmet is a newly recruited Prepecha warrior among the guards?"

Shiroute was thoughtful and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Your Highness. His name is Necaval, and he was born in the Prepecha Lake area. He was a descendant of the capital during the Western Expedition. After participating in the military camp for a year, because of his devotion to the Lord God and his excellent combat skills, he was killed by the army. Join the Guard Corps."

Bertard recalled it for a while and then explained it in detail. He mastered the Guard Corps and had an impression of the famous warriors in the Corps.

"The people of Prepecha, descended from the army, devoutly believed in the gods, and died during the Northern Expedition"

Hearing this, Shiloh's eyes brightened and he nodded.

"Bottard, reward the warrior's family! After returning to the kingdom, we will erect a statue for him in the warrior forest under the main temple of Yakata in the capital city! Then let someone write the poem of the Northern Expedition, Sing in the kingdom!"

"Understood. Your Highness."

Bertard nodded knowingly. The Warriors Forest is a newly built building in the capital. It is located under the main temple of Yakata. It is used to pay homage to the outstanding warriors who died in the war. Not only does the building have a religious significance that inspires warriors to fight, but it also unites the hearts of the kingdoms. Now, as the first Prepecha warrior, Nekaval will enter the forest of warriors, accept the respect of future generations, and rest with the country.

Shilote thought for a moment and asked aloud.

"Did Chichika leave any last words before he died?"

Bertard recalled it for a long time before he spoke.

"The samurai said that Chichika died in a fight. The battle was fierce at the time, and he kept shouting like a beast, cheering up the guards around him. After being shot at the key, he lost his strength in an instant, and it was too late to speak. I just glanced to the north, and I fell on my back, probably because I was unwilling, and I didn't wait for reinforcements until I died."

"The Reinforcement of the Dogborn will never arrive. The scouts report back. Thousands of Red Crow tribes are fleeing eastward, and the rest of the valley is scattered."

Shulot has received the latest information and sent a chasing force. Now, three thousand red frog warriors and six thousand Ottopan legions have all entered the Palms Valley. They will split into three ways, day and night. Go straight to Palms City, block the east exit all the way, and block the northwest exit all the way. Wait until the exits are blocked, then turn around and swept away to pacify all the ministries in the valley.

"Before Chichika died, he should have left a last word."

The king thought about it for a while, and said it with deep meaning.

"really."

Bertard nodded.

"Your Highness, what last words do you think are more appropriate?"

Shilot did not answer immediately. He tapped Orzoma on the shoulder.

"Ah! Holy Chief Reaper!"

"Ozoma, when the tribal chiefs in the wasteland are replaced, if the blood is replaced, what will the victor do and what will they say?"

"Bleeding Replacement"

Some old **** memories flashed in Orzoma's mind, making him tremble.

"Great chief, according to the custom of the wasteland, the victor will burn the previous chief to ashes, and then disperse it into the wind with his hands. He will pray to the Mother Earth, wishing the deceased to turn into a newborn baby of the tribe, and pray for the future prosperity of the tribe!"

"It's a rustic custom."

Hearing this, Shilot nodded slightly and instructed Bertard.

"So, Chichika's last words are, 'The cactus tribe is also a tribe of the wasteland. What is there to mourn for dying in the hands of the death chief? Please scatter my body in the wind, I want to return to the embrace of the earth, In the cactus tribe, a baby is born, and the honor of the king of the wasteland is handed over to you! Please be kind to the people of Guaquili in the wasteland, we were born from the same origin'”

Bertard took out a pen and paper and wrote down the King's words. After writing, he added.

"His Royal Highness, I will arrange for people to sing Chichika's last words among the surrendered Canine tribes."

"Very good! In a few days, I will hold a sacrifice ceremony in Palms City. First sacrifice him to the main god, then recite dying poems, and finally deal with it according to the customs of the wasteland!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness."

The two smiled at each other. The military battle of the Northern Expedition has basically been completed, and then, these political issues must be considered. The kingdom wants to drive tens of thousands of Guachili dogs, and even recruit legions, simply using force is not enough.

Ozoma stood by, dumbfounded. After a while, he came back to his senses.

"Head Chief Death is simply a jaguar with a fox's head, and he is indeed much more cunning and smarter than the wolf king Chichika."

Thinking of this, Orzoma's eyes flickered for a while, and he suddenly fell to his knees.

"Great Chief!"

"Ok?"

"The tribes in the valley were confused by rumors~www.readwn.com~ they were afraid of the reputation of the great chief, so they fled everywhere. Witness of the ancestors! I am willing to run around for you and recruit the deserted tribes who have escaped!"

"Oh? You're going to the valley and recruiting various ministries for me?"

With a serious expression, Shilot looked at the kneeling Ozoma.

"Exactly! Great Chief, Red Deer Chief Massat has always known me well. As long as you give me one night, tomorrow morning, he will come and be loyal to the Great Chief!"

Orzoma knelt in the footsteps of the king, waiting like a loyal dog.

Sherlot stared at Ozoma, stretched out his hand, and took hold of his hair. This is the etiquette of accepting allegiance. Then, the king said in a deep voice.

"Ozoma, I'll give you this opportunity, don't let me down! Tell all the tribes in the valley, as long as you surrender, you won't be sacrificed by the kingdom. Although I use the name of the **** of death, I don't like killing people."

Having said that, the king raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The sun was setting, and the night was covering the earth. The northern expedition is coming to an end, but the long journey will never end. If you want to build a long-term empire, you must cage heroes from all over the world and unite all the tribes in the world. All the tribes in the world are the future descendants of the king; the bright moon is as clear as the heart of the king.