Aztec Eternals

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The Tulsatian River originates from the mountains of Tlaxcala and runs westward for more than a thousand miles, forming the wide Lake Atoyake in the southern part of the kingdom. In the local language, Atoyac means "big lake".

The Atoyake Great Lake has hundreds of miles of waves, and it is so wide that it is impossible to see the edge at a glance. Busy canoes traverse the lake, linking the north and south of the Great Lake, trading goods from all over the world.

In the south of the Great Lake, there are rolling hills and forests with no end in sight. The tribes of the Tecos are scattered among them, and the land under their feet is called Sakatura. Further east from Sakatura is the newly acquired mountain state of Wetamo. On the north bank of the Great Lake, there is a rare fertile plain along the lake. The villages of Prepecha are prosperous and busy, with thousands of acres of farmland, which together support a large lakeside city.

That is the commercial center of the southern ministries, the county seat of Zicao, and the city of Kuramo. The city has a population of more than 20,000, dozens of temples, and a huge trading market. It is the most prosperous place within a radius of 200 miles.

In the east outside the city of Kuramo, there is an extraordinarily vast manor. Here, the beautiful trees are in the forest, and the flowers are in clusters. It is obvious that they have been carefully managed for a long time. The beautiful rag wood flourished outside the manor, the solemn dahlias bloomed in the manor, and hundreds of samurai guarded the manor.

Entering the manor, the style of the building is quite gorgeous, with white stone and red rock as the base and gold, silver and jade as the decoration, which combines the characteristics of many people in the cloud. And along the garden path all the way, the deepest part is a solemn main hall. But at this moment, a group of big nobles from the south, dressed in fancy clothes, were sitting around, relatively speechless.

The main hall is built of bluestone, with a zenith on it, separated by a light gauze, and the four walls are painted by gods, and the area is quite wide. The seats in the hall were orderly, with two middle-aged nobles sitting in front of them. The nobleman on the left has a handsome appearance, a slender body, and a condensed bearing. The nobleman on the right was full of flesh, with a short stature and a fierce expression.

The heavy silence lasted for a long time, and the stocky aristocrat couldn't bear it at first. He looked at the handsome nobleman and asked angrily.

"Testimony of the three gods! Gulamo, the patriarch of the purple grass, are you raising troops with me!"

Gulamo pondered for a while, looked at the short and stout nobleman, and answered calmly.

"The three gods testify! Zotor, the patriarch of the palm, tens of thousands of king's legions are heading south, and now they are raising troops, but there is no chance of winning!"

"Bah! What about tens of thousands of legions?"

Zotor snorted fiercely, his voice cold.

"Gulamo! Fierce robbers want your mouth and land. Do you still have to open the door and give all the inheritance left by the ancestors?"

Hearing this, Gulamo's expression changed, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Zotor, the patriarch of the purple grass, waited for a while, but did not wait for a reply. He simply stood up and shouted to the great nobles in the hall.

"We are the nobles of the Tarasco Kingdom! This place has been our land for generations! The ancestors left us the fief, how can we hand it over in vain! ... Let us take up arms and fight the invaders from the north to the end! "

"Patriarch Palm said that he was right, and he fought with the northern barbarians!"

The atmosphere in the field became heavier. Several young nobles stood up and applauded loudly, while more nobles remained silent.

Seeing this, Gulamo sighed and spoke lightly.

"Gulamo, things haven't reached that point yet! The king asked us to visit Alto, and there will definitely be a decree. At that time, maybe we can talk about it... Even if we hand over a 30% to 50% of the land, it can be exchanged for the kingdom's Promises are also acceptable!"

"Yes, isn't this still undecided? Maybe the king just collects a tribute!"

"Indeed, the king has just returned from the north expedition, and he must rest for two years. We will pay a tribute to buy peace."

"Go to see the king first and listen to the will of the kingdom..."

Only then did most of the nobles open their mouths, and a messy voice of approval sounded in the hall. The southern part of the kingdom has been in peace for a long time, and the great nobles enjoy the business interests of the Tulsa River and are extremely rich. They were saved from the tragic westward expedition, and they were still lucky at this moment.

"Ha! You cowardly idiots are still thinking of going to an audience! The king of the north brought tens of thousands of warriors south, did he come for an outing?!"

Zotor looked around the crowd and cursed with hatred.

"The warriors and militias in my territory have long since been mobilized, and they can fight the Mexicas to the death at any time! You haven't raised your troops yet. When the enemy arrives at the door, what will you use to resist? Or, are you going to be a pottery pot? The fish in it will be boiled into soup obediently?!"

Hearing this, Guramo raised his brows and looked at Zotor.

"Zotto, are you not going to listen, what does the king say?"

"Listen to shit! I came here today to find you cowards to do it together!"

Zotor's face flushed red.

"There is a thousand mexican garrison in the city of Kuramo. I brought five hundred warriors here, and everyone will work together, kill them first, and occupy the city of Kuramo! Kuramo, I will ask you one last time, Are you going to do it?!"

"...Zotto, it's not yet time."

Gulamo's expression was flat and refused.

"The city of Kuramo is full of our people, and we want to take it at any time. The key now is the tens of thousands of the king's army in the north... After all, we must first go to the king and listen to his will."

"Ha ha!"

Zotor laughed angrily. he asked sarcastically.

"Gulamo, are you going to take your rose daughter, Medina, to meet the king?"

Hearing this, Gulamo lowered his eyes and his voice turned cold.

"Zotto, after all, everyone is different from you. Your family is close to the southwestern mountainous area and has close ties with the Turks barbarians. If you really can't resist, you can even take your clan to escape into the mountains. We are safe here. Everyone's foundation is in the lakeside plain."

"Ah!"

Zotor sneered and stopped looking at Guramo. He looked around at the other nobles and asked.

"What about you? You're not like Gulamo, who has a daughter made of roses!"

Most of the nobles still shook their heads in silence. The old noble Sitley persuaded in a low voice.

"Zotto, we all understand what you said. Everyone is mobilizing, but the current situation... just wait."

"Then wait! A group of howler monkeys waiting to die!"

Zotor turned around and left. Before leaving, he kept sneering in his mouth.

"No, you are not even as good as howler monkeys! Before howler monkeys died, they knew how to bark twice! You are ant eggs, just take them out and eat them raw!"

"Hey, Zotor, where are you going?!"

The old aristocrat Sitley chased after him and shouted.

"I will return to the fief and move the family, women and children into the southwestern mountainous area! Our brave mountain warriors will kill all the invaders in the rugged mountains and forests! ... No matter how many they have! Roar!"

Zotor finally roared and walked out of the hall. Several noble families from the southwest also left with him.

There was a dead silence in the hall. After a while, Gulamo rubbed his brows with his hand and smiled reluctantly.

"That's it! Everyone goes to see the king first, but don't stop the mobilization in the fief, and prepare both hands."

The big nobles responded in a low voice and said some meaningless clichés, then got up and left. The old aristocrat Sitley intends to stay at the end. When no one was around, he approached Gulamo and asked in a low voice.

"Gulamo, there are many Prepecha nobles in the Northern Royal Army... How is your connection? Can you tell me?"

Hearing this, Gulamo frowned instantly and his pupils contracted. As he stretched out his hand and touched the short dagger on his waist, he asked with a smile.

"Sitley, who did you hear from?"

"Ha! Guramo, it's not your style to die at your hands. I watched you grow up. Zotor, a roaring monkey. You, a deadly serpent!"

The old Sitley smiled, stared at Gulamo's hand, and held the long dagger around his waist.

"My fief is to the north of you, so why don't you know the messenger you sent... Besides, it's already this time, what's there to hide between the two of us? Is it possible that you still want to do it alone?"

Hearing this, Gulamo slowly let go of his hand and smiled lightly.

"Sitley, you old crow, your eyes are bright... They all received gifts, and some people accepted them. It's just that the situation is unreliable..."

"That's true. The general trend is here, and the previous words can't be counted. Now in the tribal villages around the world ~www.readwn.com~ there are often sages from the northern countryside. The chief people may have other thoughts. "

Sitley shook his head and sighed.

"I really envy Zotor, who has a deep mountain and an old forest to drill; I also envy you, having a beautiful daughter. But I can't count on anything with my old bones!"

After that, the old crow Sitley turned around and went out staggeringly. Gulamo silently watched the other person's back disappear, and after a long time, he muttered.

"Old crow, I envy you too. You don't have a choice, so you don't have to suffer like this."

Afterwards, the handsome Gulamo stood up and paced slowly in the empty hall, watching the bright murals.

On the frescoes on the four walls of the hall, there are many gods dancing naked, and many women with charming movements. The style of these paintings is actually more inclined to Maya, which is a kind of splendor of indulgence. The comfrey family has been passed down in the rich land for more than two hundred years, and it has long been different from the compatriots in the north. The past dynasties of the family owners lived a luxurious and extravagant life, and they liked beautiful singing and dancing, which deeply influenced the fashion of the southern city-states.

After a while, Gulamo finally looked at the guards around him and ordered in a deep voice.

"Go, bring in Medina and the musicians!"

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