Aztec Eternals

The moonlight was indifferent, the night was low, and large bonfires rose inside and outside the school grounds to dispel the shadows of the mountains. The king held a banquet in the barracks to entertain the great nobles of the south.

The vast school field was full of fire. The samurai sat in different small circles according to the camp, cooking their daily food. In the center surrounded by the crowd, there is a particularly bright bonfire, which is the large circle of the king and nobles.

Shulot sat at the top, surrounded by a dozen armored guards. Although it was a night feast, he did not remove his armor. The nobles sat down, and their guards were driven away. Outside the big circle, there are hundreds of elite warriors standing still, each wearing bronze armor and holding spears, silently killing.

"I returned from the northern expedition and led the army to the south, with the intention of reorganizing the south."

The king spoke calmly, his eyes like sharp knives, swept across the crowd in front of him. There was silence in the field, only the words of the king.

"All of you are great nobles in the southern part of the kingdom, inherited from the old Tarasco dynasty. You are willing to listen to the summons and come to see me here, and you still have a bit of loyalty and awe."

The flames flickered, illuminating the uneasy faces of the nobles. The king smiled lightly and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"In that case, I will hold a banquet in the camp to entertain you! Praise the Lord God!"

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty!"

Hearing this, the nobles exhaled softly, their expressions slightly relaxed, and they all smiled and responded. However, when the warriors brought their meals and placed them in front of the nobles, the crowd fell silent again.

The old crow Sitley looked surprised, looking at the pottery bowl and cup in front of him. There were only two hard tortillas in the pottery bowl, a spoonful of old black bean puree, a few slices of boiled kidney beans, and there was not even a piece of meat flower. The turbid fruit wine in the pottery cup smelled sour, and it turned out to be miscellaneous wine consumed by commoners.

"This this..."

Even the personal servants of the great nobles disdain to eat such food. The last time Sitley ate such a meal was thirty years ago, when the Turks barbarians invaded. He looked at the king who looked up, but saw that the king's face was as usual, and he was eating the pancake.

Gulamo glanced at the food in front of him, and the gloom on his face disappeared in a flash. Afterwards, he lowered his head, covered his expression, grabbed the tortilla and started eating. Beside him, Medina was wearing a black robe and a veil that covered her face, staring blankly at the meal. She had just recovered from the terrifying roar of the copper beast and was now terribly hungry. However, when she looked at the crude food in front of her, she had no desire to eat it.

"Medina, you'll have to dance later."

Gulamo glanced at his daughter coldly and ordered in a low voice.

"eat!"

The girl's body trembled, she bowed her head obediently, and nibbled at the boiled beans, like an obedient deer.

Shulot glanced at everyone, his eyes paused here for a while. He has long watched the woman wearing the veil, and he can probably guess Gulamo's plan, but he doesn't care at this time. After looking around, he asked with a smile.

"What, not to your taste?"

The old crow Sitley opened his mouth, but did not dare to make any sound. The nobles in the field looked at each other, but no one spoke. Only Gulamo raised his head and replied with a smile.

"Your Majesty, although this tortilla is thick and hard, it is very filling. Although the black bean puree is old, it is well preserved. And the navy beans are cooked very well, so there is no risk of poisoning. I have eaten such food before, and it is for expedition. It's the samurai's dinner! Your Majesty treats us with samurai manners, and I am very happy in my heart. Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty!"

"Oh? Yes, this is exactly what the samurai would eat."

Shulot glanced at Gulamo in surprise. The appearance of the other party is quite handsome, the bearing is calm, and there is an elegant temperament, which makes him feel good.

"I've been on a northern expedition for several months, going deep into the wasteland. It's extremely difficult to transport food. Most of the time, I eat this kind of food with the samurai."

Hearing this, Gulamo showed reverence and sincere admiration.

"Your Majesty is invincible in attack, invincible in battle, revered by samurai, admired by young girls! ... Come, let's raise a glass together, to the highest majesty!"

After saying that, he raised the clay cup and drank the sour fruit wine in one gulp. The surrounding nobles looked at each other and raised their glasses to congratulate.

"Praise Your Majesty!"

With a bitter old face, Sitley resisted the urge to vomit and drank the water and wine with difficulty. He glanced at Gulamo with some envy, and then at the veiled Medina, sighing in his heart.

"This guy is as slippery as a snake, and he has such a beautiful daughter. I can't say that I have to rely on him in the future..."

"Very good!"

Shuluo nodded and drank his drink. Then, he lowered his head and continued to eat the food in the bowl. The nobles relaxed and worked hard to cope with His Majesty's banquet.

Soon, the king finished his dinner, leaving a clean empty bowl. Seeing that the king stopped, the nobles also stopped as if they were amnesty.

Shilot pondered for a while. He glanced at the uneasy nobleman and smiled slightly.

"After dinner, let's enjoy singing and dancing. Come, my warriors, dance for me!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A neat shout rang out from the surrounding armored warriors, causing the nobles to tremble. Then, the majestic drum sounded. Hundreds of warriors, led by Shield Wetters, raised their bronze spears, marched to the beat of drums, and danced around the periphery! The warrior Tupa was wearing heavy armor, with a red cloth bag tied around his waist, knocking on his shield, and in the center where the nobles were sitting, he sang heroically!

"

Huh! Ow! Hiss! Ahh!

Jaguars run, wolves roar, green snakes dance, and eagles fly high!

The heart of a samurai has never had any fear!

I lift up the blade of obsidian and come to the battlefield,

I can't wait to die!

I am eager to die in battle, to cut off your head and dig out my heart.

Dedicated to the Supreme Lord God together!

Remember, you must use an obsidian blade,

I also use an obsidian blade!

This is a battle dedicated to the Lord God,

Let's fight to the death together!

Let's fight to the death together! ! ..."

This is a battle song of the Mexica gods, which has been passed down in the Alliance for a long time and is usually sung before the war. The senior Mexica warriors were devout, murderous, and fearless of life and death. They grew up in the war, always accompanied by death, singing this song naturally has a shocking momentum!

Listening to such a song full of killing intent, Sitley's hands and feet trembled, and he felt the urge to urinate again. He lowered his head, screaming wildly in his heart.

"Damn it! Terrible Mexica barbarians! Terrible barbarians!!"

Beside him, Gulamo stared at this strange singing and dancing art with his eyes wide open. The warriors wielded spears and marched in neat steps, their armor was sonorous, and the killing intent was vertical and horizontal. Their movements have been tempered, simple and powerful, just like real battlefield battles!

"What a beautiful art! The art of killing! This is a battle dance that only warriors who have survived a hundred battles can dance!"

Gulamo muttered to himself, sincerely admiring. Then, he looked to the side coldly and said to the shivering Medina.

"Look up and look at Your Majesty."

Medina bit her lower lip and raised her head, revealing wet eyes. She looked at His Majesty, who was the leader of the warriors, the mighty God of Death, and the cruel king of barbarians.

The samurai's spear danced just two steps away, as if it could pierce at any time, killing everyone present. The southern nobles trembled, barely holding out until the end of the song and dance. Afterwards, Tupa opened the cloth bag around his waist, took out a blood-stained head, stepped forward, and presented it to the king.

"Your Majesty! This is the head of the hereditary aristocrat Yolodila! Dedicated to you, my supreme sun!"

Shirot's expression was indifferent. He took the head, glanced at it, and nodded. Although Yolodila was killed by artillery fire, his face remained largely intact.

"This is the fate of the rebels! Come on, pass it on, let the nobles check them one by one!"

Fresh heads were passed in the hands of the nobles in the field. The hearts of everyone were full of fear, and a cowardly nobleman even fainted on the spot. Sitley looked at Yolodila's terrified expression before he died, and sadness rose in his heart. He shook his head and handed it to Gulamo, who glanced at it lightly, and then handed it to Medina.

Medina's limbs trembled and her body went weak. At this moment, a low and cold word came from her ear.

"Remember, Medina. If you don't make it, it's your end. It's our family's end...Mexicans, just so brutal."

Hearing this, the girl bit her lip hard. She passed the head down in her hand, looked at the red stained in her hand, her face gradually flushed strangely, and she smiled charmingly. At this moment, it seemed that a soul that had been suppressed for many years awakened in her body.

"I know, father. I know what happened to my mother."

Gulamo was stunned. It was the first time in many years that Medina had called her father. However, the current situation cannot be considered slowly. The king's words have come again.

"Everyone, after the samurai's dinner, I also enjoyed the samurai's singing and dancing."

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"Next, let's talk about the issue of the southern fief."

"His Majesty."

At the moment when the king's words stopped, Gulamo suddenly stood up. The warriors on the periphery immediately picked up their spears and aimed them at the patriarch of the purple grass. Surrounded by spears, he bowed respectfully and suggested with a smile.

"The samurai dance is extraordinarily heroic and unforgettable. Your Majesty has graciously entertained us. According to etiquette, we should also reciprocate."

Then, Guramo stretched out his hand and pulled down Medina's veil. A beautiful face appeared in front of everyone. Seeing her, the nobles in the field let out a low cry with admiration in their expressions.

"Rose Beauty, the most beautiful girl in the South, Medina!"

Hearing this, Shirot raised his brows and stared at the beautiful girl. Those bright eyes are like water, and when they turn around and smile, they are infinitely charming and moving.

The king was slightly absent-minded and pondered for a moment. He wanted to refuse, but when he opened his mouth, it was a sentence.

"Can!"