Aztec Eternals

As the sun went down, the king's palace was lit with torches that never stopped, and the drapery of the gods fluttered in the night wind. Under the guidance of the royal guards, Gilliam went to the magnificent hall. But for a moment, he heard the brisk flute, and the song like a bird.

The chief intelligence officer frowned slightly and looked at the guard who was leading him. The guard paused, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty is in a bad mood. I drank some refreshing mead and watched the singing and dancing of Vastkemeiji."

The Vastek people do not like costumes, but they are good at singing and dancing. And in the banquets of the great nobles in the capital, Vastkemeiji is also very popular.

Gilliam nodded silently, thoughtfully. He solemnly walked into the hall, ignoring the many beautiful women singing and dancing, and strode in front of the king. Then, he saluted solemnly, knelt deeply on the ground, and said nothing.

"Huh? Gilliam, are you here?"

Avit leaned on the throne, his face was sane, his eyes were still clear. He raised the delicate silver cup, took a sip of sweet mead, and said to the most trusted female snake with a smile.

"Come, grab a glass of wine and drink it with me!"

With a solemn expression, Gilliam saluted again, but still did not answer.

Avet frowned. He glanced at the chief intelligence officer lightly, and waved his hand calmly.

"Go down!"

The singing and dancing stopped immediately, and the dancers, singers, and musicians saluted one after another, and then quickly left the hall. After a while, there were only rows of candles and two opposite people left in the hall.

"Your Majesty, today is not a sacred festival, why are you drinking in the solemn hall?"

Gilliam raised his head and asked in a deep voice.

"...Today I was in a good mood, so I invited the dancers who just brought in the Vasteks to enjoy one or two. Why, my loyal advisor, do you even have to advise me on this?"

Avit looked slightly cold, and glanced at the kneeling intelligence officer, like a jaguar with his eyes open.

"Your Majesty, you are in a bad mood."

Gilliam answered solemnly. Then, he respectfully saluted and asked.

"But because of the elder's will? Her Royal Highness Shilot is already an adult, and Princess Alyssa has also been looking forward to it for a long time. And for the overall situation of the kingdom, it needs to be like this..."

"Ding dong!"

The sound of metal crashing came instantly. Avit suddenly got angry, threw away the silver cup in his hand, and shouted angrily.

"Quiet!"

Gilliam kept his mouth shut, and bowed down again.

After a while, the king's face returned to calm. He said calmly.

"Have all the messengers sent to the states departed?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"What about the one sent to the Kingdom of the Lake?"

"It started a month ago."

"Is the city ready?"

"Get ready. It's going to be a city-wide festival."

"Have all the parents of the royal family invited?"

"All invited, even the elders have to come forward..."

Avet asked carefully for a while, until he couldn't find any more questions. Finally, he sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, wait for Shilot to come! After the event, we will sacrifice it with blood. When the celebration is over, we will prepare to conquer the Tlaxcalans!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Lord God blesses the alliance, and the ancestors have given you a great responsibility! You are the eagle of the royal family and the scorching sun of summer. You are destined to rule the Quartet and rule the whole world!"

Gilliam saluted again, a smile on his face. He sang in a deep voice, with unparalleled confidence.

Avit straightened his body and nodded solemnly. He lowered his eyes and asked seriously.

"Gillim, how have you checked the rumors about the beasts in the south of the Kingdom of the Lake?"

"Your Majesty, the rumors about the divine beasts of the merchants are not to be believed. I received a report from the scouts and interrogated the southern nobles of Apatchin Gambang... The so-called thunder beasts should be the new weapons of the Kingdom of the Lake, cast in bronze. It is divided into two types, large bronze guns can shoot one to two miles, destroying wooden villages, suitable for sieging cities. Small bronze guns shoot hundreds of steps, breaking samurai shields, suitable for field battles..." Gu

"Well, if these two kinds of artillery are really so powerful, they are military weapons!"

Avett nodded. He pondered for a while and asked calmly.

"Is there a bronze cannon in the tribute ceremony of the Kingdom of the Lake this year?"

"...No."

"Oh, what a stingy child."

Avit shook his head with a smile, and there was a glint in his eyes.

"Wait until Shilot comes over and talk to him again."

"As you order, Your Majesty."

Gilliam bowed his head. He thought for a moment, his expression remained unchanged, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, the Secret Guard has recently captured several Prepecha nobles who assassinated His Royal Highness Sherlot. What should we do?"

"Huh? Assassination?"

Arvit narrowed his eyes and looked dangerously at Gilliam for a moment.

"Gilliam, Alliance Guard, have you intervened?"

"Your Majesty, the Lord God witnesses! The Secret Guard is only listening to the news in the Kingdom of the Lake, and has never participated in it!"

Gilliam clenched his fists and swore. What he said is also true. The layout of the alliance's secret guards has been in place for a long time, and he has never planned to attack His Highness at this time.

"His Royal Highness Shirott's harsh ban and reforms in the south aroused the rebellion and assassination of the old nobles."

"Well. Gilliam, remember your responsibilities. Don't betray my trust..."

Arvet stared at Gilliam for a moment, but chose to believe. He acquiesced to the chief intelligence officer to place many secret guards in the kingdom of the lake. Because the secret supervision of this alliance also exists in the territories of the great nobles of each state. In fact, the Alliance spends almost as much on internal and external intelligence as a Legion spends every year.

"Reduce the seal and change it? Yes, very good. This is something that the Central Royal Family has always wanted to do, but has not been able to do!"

"Your Majesty, what should we do with these captured assassins?"

"The local nobles conspired to rebel and assassinated His Highness the Alliance. The crime is unforgivable. All executions are executed, and the head is erected in front of the Great Temple to warn the states!"

"Follow your will, my lord."

Jilim saluted calmly, and the fate of Gulamo and the others was decided in these two bland sentences! In the eyes of the supreme king, they are just dusty ants, life and death like duckweed!

"Gilliam, my confidant, get up and come here!"

Avit beckoned. Then, he took out a roll of paper map from behind the throne and unfolded it in front of the small table. It was the topographic map of the Tlaxcala Valley.

"Fifty thousand directly under the samurai, have you finished changing your clothes?"

"Your Majesty, the bronze weapons have been replaced! Ordinary warriors use bronze spears instead of obsidian battle sticks. The senior warriors are skilled in combat and are accustomed to the use of battle sticks. The artisan camp improved the battle sticks and replaced the obsidian sharp pieces. Bronze blades. Then, warriors of the third level and above are additionally equipped with bronze axes..."

Gilliam bowed his head respectfully and reported the latest military intelligence.

"One thousand jaguars, one thousand eagles, all put on bronze cloth heavy armor. Eight thousand royal troops are equipped with bronze cloth medium armor, and they have already changed most of them, and they can be completed within two months."

"Very good! Ten thousand armored elite warriors, eight thousand longbowmen, and a hundred wooden cannons. How can the enemy of Tlaxcala in the east be able to resist?"

Avit laughed with satisfaction, with cruel killing intent and boundless confidence in his smile~www.readwn.com~ With the continuous deepening of centralization, the expatriation of the great nobles was changed, and the central royal family has directly administered the entire speciality. The Lake District of Skokko controls a population of 1.6 million with 50,000 standing warriors. Outside the Lake District, the 1.5 million people in the traditional Mexica states have gradually been brought under the control of the central royal family.

With the support of more than three million people, the central royal family has accumulated for three years, with 50,000 elite direct samurai and more than 50,000 vassal samurai. Among the directly subordinate samurai, there are 10,000 armored legions, 8,000 longbowmen, and hundreds of gunners. And more than 100 wooden cannons were built, and about 100,000 catties of gunpowder were hoarded.

The tribes of Mexica established their country by farming and fighting, devoutly believed in the gods, advocated killing, and fought endlessly for fifty years. If the newly born kingdom of the lake is a rapidly developing new military machine, then the traditional Mexica alliance is a more powerful old military machine. Although there are many obstacles and constraints within the alliance, as long as it is mobilized, there is nothing in the world that can stop it!

Gilliam raised his head slightly, staring at the confident and proud King Avet.

"The king is only thirty-five or sixteen years old. When he is young and strong, he can still rule the country for twenty or thirty years. After the Tlaxcalans are wiped out, they will attack the Mistecs in the south and Tortona in the east. The Ke people, and then the Zapotec people further south! After that, the world will be settled, the royal family will inherit, and the little highness will grow into..."

The candles in the hall shone brightly, reflecting the two people whose thoughts were up and down. The king proudly looks forward to the four directions, like an eagle spreading its wings, with the intention to conquer all ministries and annex the world! The chief intelligence officer stood there respectfully, secretly thinking about the future of the alliance, and planning the inheritance of the family and the world.

The king is born in blood and fire, and his henchmen are hidden in intrigue and shadow. The two stood opposite each other, like a picture scroll of alternating light and shadow, silently inscribed in the hall, writing the whole world.