Aztec Eternals

The holy fire was lit, and the smoke of the sacrifice rose in the square, bringing the breath of divinity. The altar was erected high, and the chants of the priests echoed in the valley, like the whispers of the gods.

"...The sun rises in the wasteland, and the Lord God Huitzilopochtli ascends to the highest! He is the highest and the greatest, and he is omnipotent. He rules the divine heaven and earth, rules all the tribes of the world, and rules over the people of the wasteland. !... The supreme Lord God blesses the Alliance and bestows the divine power of thunder and flame! Under the watchful eye of the Lord God, the Holy Northern Expedition has achieved a perfect victory!..."

Shulot was wearing a complicated sacrificial costume and stood on the highest point of the altar. He held the emerald scepter aloft, his arms outstretched, and prayed to the Supreme Lord.

The square is full of solemnity. Under the shrine and the altar, there are hundreds of priests singing, thousands of samurai warriors, and tens of thousands of Guaquili tribes who surrendered. At this moment, tens of thousands of people fell to their knees, bathed in the light of the Lord God, prostrate at the feet of the king, and offered their initial submission.

"O Supreme Lord God! In order to thank you for your protection, I offer you the most honorable sacrifice. He is the culprit of the southern invasion and the descendant of the gods in the northern wasteland! He flows with the blood of divinity and was killed by the legion of the Lord God. ..”

Shirott's chant became more and more high-pitched, and the accompaniment of the priests also sounded into the sky. Soon, the priest king waved his divine staff, and the eight wooden cannons exploded like thunder. The faces of the Guakili tribe in the audience were horrified, and then turned into deep awe. In the eyes of tens of thousands of people, the dead Chichika leader was wearing a wolf robe, lying on a stretcher sprinkled with spices, and was carried on the altar by four priests.

Sherlot looked solemn, as if possessing divinity. He secretly held his breath, sang a few words again, and threw Chichika's body into the sacred fire. Then, he prayed to the Lord God again, offering the dead coyote, the peaceful elk, and the harvest of river fish. For the sake of these two coyotes and elk, thousands of warriors worked hard for a day to catch them from the mountains to the east.

"Praise the Lord God, you have given us a long life! Praise the Lord God, you have given us peace after death! Praise the Lord God, you have given us the harvest of the fields...and the victory of the Northern Expedition!"

The chants of the priests of the main **** echoed in the small town, accompanied by strange dances, as mysterious as the priests of the wasteland. The heads of the various ministries collapsed in the front square, their faces full of awe. Behind them, there are densely packed tribesmen like ant colonies.

"Ozoma, isn't the death chief the incarnation of death? Why does he keep singing about this god, the sun **** and the war god?"

Red Deer Chief Massat fell to his knees. Although his face was full of awe, it seemed that he did not affect the whispering in a low voice.

"Shh! Dumb Lu, what are you thinking about?"

Red Monkey Chief Orzoma replied in a low voice with a face full of piety.

"It's not easy? The main **** is the biggest, and the death **** is the second. Although the big chief of the death **** has strong mana, he is not old and is not the big leader of the Southern Alliance. Above him, there is a big chief incarnation of the main god. When the big chief dies, The Great Chief of Death will become the Great Chief of the Lord God!"

"Ah, it turns out that it can be changed? Then it depends on who has high mana and who is strong..."

"Of course! The strength is strong, and it is naturally the blessing of the gods... Right now, the Great Chief Death God is the strongest, we will listen to him if we don't..."

The low whispers scattered in the smoke, and then quietly stopped. For the head people of the wasteland, it is appropriate to fear the gods, but after the fear is over, you can do whatever you want. If they want to spread the belief in the Lord God into their hearts, they need long-term naturalization.

"God has come, watch his people! Offer your piety and give your soul to the Lord God!"

Soon, several high-pitched chants sounded. The priests poured dozens of catties of sulfur into several piles of holy fire, and the blue flames rose. Seeing this mysterious spell, the Guaquili tribesmen were in chaos, and they shouted with fear.

However, in front of thousands of elite warriors, they had no choice. Shiroute looked around the crowded crowd, took a deep breath, and roared loudly.

"People of the Lord God! Drink up the blood and wine, offer up your hair, convert to the Lord God, and glorify His glory!"

The drum sound of "dong dong" sounded in an instant, followed by the high song of the priest of the main god, and the battle dance of the Mexica warriors! Each tribe of Guaquili, in units of thousands, came forward in batches to be baptized by the priests. The red-haired warriors of the tribe have always feared life and death, seeing death as their way back. However, at this moment, when they watched their red hair turned into blue smoke and flew into the sky of the Mexica Divine Kingdom, they showed deep fear.

Zacate and Orzoma are no exception. The two canine chiefs offered their hair, drank blood and wine, and were led to the edge of the altar. They looked at each other, and for the first time saw real unease in each other's eyes. In this era, the rituals of gods and souls always have practical constraints in people's hearts. In the wasteland where the power of the king is beyond the reach, only the power of theocracy has power.

Shulot stood solemnly on the high platform, watching the people in front of him. After the conversion ceremony began, he didn't need to do it himself, he just needed to be a divine sculpture. With this free time, he lowered his eyes and thought about the arrangements after the Northern Expedition.

The three-way army pursued for seven or eight days and swept away all the ministries in the valley. The Eastern Route Army even caught up with the tails of more than 3,000 Red Crows soldiers and bit down a few hundred dogs, Ding Zhuang. Afterwards, under the leadership of Chief Red Crow, after hundreds of red-haired hunters fought to their death, the cover tribe team boarded the corresponding bamboo rafts and boats. It was not until the more than 2,000 tribes went east along the Tempon River, and the hundreds of elites who had broken off took advantage of the night to flee away, and the chasing legion returned.

The Northern Expedition is here, and all the dust has settled. The red dog, the flamingo and the red salamander were completely erased. The red dog and the flamingo chief died in battle, and the red salamander disappeared. The Red Deer and Red Monkey tribes suffered heavy losses and surrendered to the Alliance. Only the unexpected rise of the Red Crow Tribe led thousands of tribes to flee eastward without knowing where to go.

Before the Northern Expedition, there were about 60,000 or 70,000 tribes of eastern dogs. During the northern expedition that lasted for several months, 10,000 dog descendants Ding Zhuang died or disappeared, more than 10,000 tribes migrated eastward, and three or four thousand old and weak fled into the northwest wasteland. The remaining 40,000 dog descendants surrendered to the coalition forces. At this moment, they knelt at the feet of the king, converted to the supreme Lord God, and accepted the baptism of the priests.

After the valley was captured, Shirott's subordinates had 40,000 more mouths. The food captured in the city of Palms was limited and could not support the garrison of the army for too long. After the sacrificial ceremony is held today, within three days, the first batch of more than 10,000 dog descendants will go south and embark on a migration road of more than 700 miles.

At this point, the Northern Expedition can be declared over. The three-way army mobilized in June and July, dispatched troops in early August, captured the valley in early November, and sacrificed the leader of the red dog. Thousands of Red Fox tribe fled west, Red Crow tribe thousands fled east, Red Dog, Flamingo, Red Salamander were killed in battle, Red Frog, Red Cat, Red Monkey, Red Deer surrendered... The chiefs of each tribe took the stage in turn The curtain came to an end, countless calculations and ambitions scattered in the wind, and finally it was a clean white expanse!

More than 100,000 dog descendants went south, killing and wounding more than 20,000 people and fleeing more than 20,000 people. The remaining more than 60,000 tribes were captured and surrendered by the Alliance, and they were about to become the kingdom's subjects.

"There are more than 60,000 people, most of them are young men and women, and they are brave and brave. They are excellent soldiers!"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Shirot's face. After many battles with the Dogborn, he changed his original plan. It would be a pity if these warlike Guakili tribes were used as serfs. He was going to shuffle the ministries and organize them into 15 or 6 flag teams of 4,000 people, and place them in Hekou County, the least populated county. Afterwards, among the more than 60,000 tribes, a Guaquili Corps will be formed, with two 3,000-strong battle groups under its command, and according to the king's promise, they will be handed over to the Red Frog and the Red Monkey Chiefs respectively. Of course, this legion must first devoutly convert to the main god, accept the management of the war priest, and then integrate enough kingdom officers.

Shulot glanced at the fallen chiefs, then moved his gaze to the guarding three states of Otomi nobles.

At the beginning of the Northern Expedition, the three states of Otomi mobilized a total of 16,000 samurai warriors and 10,000 or 20,000 militiamen to maintain the food route. The Mexican Legion dispatched 8,000 elites, including 6,000 guard warriors and 2,000 longbow militiamen. At the end of the Northern Expedition, the Legion of Palms had been disbanded, and the remaining thousand were incorporated into the Legion of Mexica. In the other two states, there are still more than 10,000 warriors left.

In the end, Otomi Sanbang had killed and wounded 5,000 samurai before and after, as well as thousands of militiamen responsible for transportation. After supplementing the Otomi warriors and the canine prisoners, the Mexica Legion was still full of 8,000 people. Just such a long journey, which lasted only three months, exhausted the food of the three states of Otomi and the Hekou County of the kingdom. Starting from the actual logistics, the soldiers of the Southern Allied Forces can only go so far.

First, the dog descendants invaded southward, and then the coalition forces marched northward. The Otomi nobles in the three states suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining private armies of the nobles were intentionally integrated. With all the plans of Shulot, the kingdom can finally intervene, transform the Priest of Primordial God, and initially control the three states of Otomi.

If I can describe it in one sentence, it is that the three states of Otomi have finally been integrated from the disloyal appearance of the vassal alliance to the loyal genealogy of the vassal kingdom.

After the initial grasp of the three states, the number of mouths of each state was recorded. Before and after the Northern Expedition, there were about 200,000 Otto Pampangs in the south, which remained basically unchanged. Guamare State in the west has dropped from nearly 200,000 to about 150,000. The northern state of Palms suffered the most, with the population reduced from 150,000 to 60,000 to 60,000, leaving only a fraction of the original. The three states combined, there are only 400,000 people left in Otomi's ministries. You know, a few years ago, with the addition of Hilotepec, there were millions of Otomi people!

"A brutal war will cleanse everything, destroy old production relations, and give birth to new productive classes... I will breed them with my own hands!"

Shirot opened his eyes, and the flames flashed from his eyes. Now, there are three main achievements of the Northern Expedition. One is to capture tens of thousands of dog-born Dingkou, the other is to conquer the three states of Otomi, and the third is to obtain a stable outpost in the wasteland, Palms City.

In the singing of the priests, he thought about the follow-up arrangements of the three kingdoms.

"The state of Palms continues to be governed by the local nobles, but the city of Palms is directly under the alliance, and Balamo serves as the city owner. The six thousand serfs and prisoners of war who have recovered their freedom will be the most precious wealth in the city of Palms. Well, five hundred Mexican warriors for Baramo, a thousand Pamus warriors, and five hundred more from the prisoners of war. That's two thousand warriors, enough to hold the city of Palms."

After a northern expedition, more than 100,000 Guajili dogs were swept away. Within two generations, none of the Guaquili minions were capable of invading the south. But the parts of the wasteland migrated to each other, chasing prey and water. The large gap left by the Guakili may soon be discovered by the Toboso, Jumano and even Concho further north, and then gradually migrate south.

"The Tingkou in the Palms Valley is still too thin. Even if the surrounding fugitives are gathered, there are only less than 20,000 people."

Shulot stared at the blazing holy fire and pondered.

"It is still necessary to leave 5,000 canine tribes to fill the population of the valley, and also establish a 1,000-strong canine camp."

Thinking of this, the faces of the chiefs flashed in the king's mind, and finally settled on the most harmless face.

"Well, I have faced the power of new weapons, been frightened by the alliance, betrayed by the red fox and red frog, and experienced the despair of being a sacrifice... That's you, Red Cat Chief Mizli!"

Shirot smiled faintly. After being captured, Mizli has been imprisoned in the Red Fox Valley, receiving the teachings of the priest of the Lord God. When the army is on its way back, he will personally examine one or two to decide the fate of the opponent.

"Flexible city lord, 25,000 mouths, 3,000 warriors. The balance of Mexica, Otomi and Guaquili... This arrangement, even if they are separated by 700 miles, can at least be maintained. Ten years!"

The king bowed his head slightly, looking at the rich Palms Valley and the vicissitudes of Palms City. Then, his eyes continued to the south, crossing the journey all the way to the mountain city hundreds of miles away.

"The state of Guamare in the west maintains the autonomy of the nobles, and is headed by the chief of Chalky. The mountain city of Ottopan in the south is a key node. Although autonomy has been promised, it is necessary to draw a fief nearby and station the army of a kingdom. "

Sherlot sniffed the scorch in the air, his expression calm and relaxed. His heart has long been thinking, and his will cannot be violated.

"The 2,000 longbow militiamen of the 1st Pike Legion were stationed around the mountain city to build camps in the fields! As for the vacancies of the 1st Pike Legion, they made up for it from the captives of the dog. Reclamation in Hekou County. After the dog descendants convert to the main god, they will recruit a thousand shooters to make up for the shortage of the Imperial Guard Corps..."

The noon sun gradually waned to the west, and then slowly set. The light of the setting sun dyed the sky red, and it was another splendid sunset. The holy sacrificial ceremony lasted for a day, and 40,000 Guaquili tribes were baptized.

In the red sunset, under the gaze of tens of thousands of canines, Shilot took off his sacrificial clothes and put on the wolf robe representing the chief. Then he himself stretched out his hand, facing the sacred red sky, and swept Chichika's ashes into the wind and scattered them into the vast wasteland.

This is the tradition of the wasteland and the inheritance of the chief!

Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of Guajili tribes were stunned on the spot, and the small town was silent for a while.

Red Monkey Chief Ozoma has long been prepared. He was the first to stand up, raising his hands ~www.readwn.com~ and the guards beside him, shouting with all his might.

"Praise the Great Chief! The mighty Death God Great Chief is the real Lord of the Wasteland!"

Then, Chief Red Deer and Chief Red Frog also stood up and cheered. But for a moment, the sound of shouting echoed in the valley, with a power that shook people's hearts.

"Head Chief Death! The true Lord of the Wasteland!"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Shulot laughed boldly and looked north. The wasteland in the north is two or three thousand miles long, and further north is the endless North American continent. There are endless lands and infinite journeys!

The grand sacrificial ceremony came to an end in the dark. Shulot invited the Guaquili chief to have a dinner with the Otomi nobles. The end of the dinner turned into a ceremony of allegiance. The king smiled and reassured one by one, and shook everyone's hair.

Three days later, the first group of legions and tribes began to set off southward, and the subsequent southward migration team stretched for nearly a hundred miles. The Guaquili tribesmen blew horns, learned wolf howls, sang sad songs, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road. They will leave the familiar wasteland, go to the unknown southern fertile soil, and go to the mighty cactus kingdom.

More than ten days later, the king flag of the black wolf left Palms City, and under the **** of thousands of soldiers, set foot on the long road to return to the south.

The fluttering king's flag rang out, and Shulot boarded the Taniguchi camp. He turned around for the last time and looked at the wasteland to the north, and it was a red sunset again, as if calling from the end of the mountains.

The king listened calmly for a moment and nodded. He smiled at the setting sun.

"Don't worry, I will come! In my lifetime."

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