Aztec Eternals

Chapter 45: pre-war sacrificial

The Leman River comes from the Eastern Plateau and winds its way to the west. The rainy season makes the river turbulent. This is the natural ferry of the big river. The river is only two or three hundred meters wide here.

Groups of canoes of Tarasco and Mexicans docked on each side. At this time, the boat armies on both sides were watching the pre-war sacrifice of the Tarasco people together with the 100,000 soldiers.

Shilot watched with interest at Tarrasco's colleagues, how they held a morale-boosting performance.

The feather crests on the heads of these priests expand like a fan, and they prefer indigo blue feathers. They all wore necklaces around their necks, and in the middle of the necklaces was one or several round pottery vessels, shaped somewhat like gourds. The teenager was curious about what these "pottery gourds" were used for.

The priests placed sacrificial utensils one after another on the newly constructed altar.

The first altar symbolizes Tarrasco's sun god, Curica Veri, who holds the sky of the universe and is the most important god. The priests placed a golden sun several meters in diameter on his altar, reflecting the dazzling golden light in the sunlight.

The second shrine symbolizes Tarrasco's earth goddess, Kverava Perry, who holds the earth of the universe and is also the **** who bestows abundant harvests and minerals. The priests then carried a huge copper ore and placed it on his altar, the dappled surface of the copper ore flowing like waves in the sun.

"Where do these strange Tarrascos come from?" Sherlot was a little curious. "Neither believe in God of War nor in Feathered Serpent, completely different from other Mexican tribes."

"Their beliefs should come from the Baggio and Mikancho people who were conquered by them hundreds of years ago. They are the native beliefs of the Patzcuaro Lake District. They believe that the Patzcuaro Basin is the center of the universe and provides the power for the world to run. .And the universe is made up of three parts: the sky, the earth, and the realm of the dead underground," explains Arvet.

"So the Tarasco people have completely different languages, cultures, and beliefs, and are aliens isolated from the world?"

"Yes! This is also the reason why the Tarasco people have no allies in the world." Avit nodded.

"But we Mexicans don't have any allies either," Sherlot responded.

"The strongest don't need allies." The two laughed and continued to look at the sacrifice on the other side.

The last shrine symbolizes Tarasco's moon goddess, Haratana, who is the daughter of the sun **** and the earth goddess, who controls the underworld of the universe, which is the kingdom of the dead. The Tarasco people especially worship the **** of death, and invented the "Day of the Dead" for "Hala Tanna".

After a while, dozens of priests carried an unusually huge clay pot, which contained many yellow lumps. This is the symbol of the moon goddess.

"What's in that clay pot?" Sherlot asked curiously.

"That's the stone of the dead collected from the crack in the world. It comes from the underground world of the dead, and can communicate with the world and the kingdom of the dead." Avet said seriously what he knew.

"???" The boy's head was a little dazed. The rift in the world, he knew, should refer to the crater in the west. Underworld definitely means underground. But the stone of the dead, what is the communication between life and death? ...is this a fantasy plane?

With seven points of curiosity and three points of puzzlement, Sherlot continued to watch.

The priests of Tarrasco quickly completed the placement of the symbols. Then, in front of the three altars, the villagers brought a large amount of firewood and thatch, and piled them into a huge firewood.

Afterwards, an unusually majestic old man with a gorgeous feather crown held a torch high, lit the pyre, and gave it "the flame of the gods".

The priests then borrowed "Shen Yan" from the pyre with wooden sticks, put a little bit into the pottery gourd, put the pottery gourd at the tip of their nose, and inhaled the smoke wafting from it.

"Is this divine smoke?" Shirot asked in surprise.

"Yes, unlike our war priests, the priests of Tarrasco carry the smoke of the gods with them. They add a lot of strange plant minerals to it, which is said to make it easier for them to communicate with the gods."

The young man was speechless for a while. Soon, the smoking priests fell into a fantasy world, and they began to dance violently on the altar, using various strange poses to create a mysterious atmosphere.

The dance is accelerating, the flames are rising, and the smoke is rising into the sky, transforming into strange shapes. The priests on and off the stage chanted loudly at the same time. Desolate and simple incantations resounded in the sky, praying for the coming of the gods.

Avit simply translated the prayer next to him, first praying to the sun god, and then thanking the earth goddess. Finally, Luna, who communicates with the underworld, asks him to resurrect all the dead and enjoy eternal wealth and peace in the underground.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of the soldiers on both sides of the strait, the sacrifice at the shrine finally reached its climax. The dancing priests took out obsidian daggers and cut their cheeks without hesitation, letting the blood draw mysterious patterns. Then, high-pitched prayers spread across the banks of the river, chanting the god's name "Haratana".

The unusually majestic old man appeared again. He instructed dozens of priests to lift the huge clay pot on the altar of Luna and threw it violently into the burning pyre. The pottery shattered instantly, and yellow lumps were scattered, and then quickly burned in the flames.

Immediately afterwards, an exceptionally splendid blue flame rose from the pyre, like a ghost fire from a ghost, with a strangeness and magnificence that did not belong to this world, and the madness was engraved into the eyes of every bystander.

At the moment when the blue fire rose, all Tarasco people fell into a selfless frenzy. Whether samurai or militia, a full 80,000 soldiers fell to their knees, chanting "Haratana" together.

This time, the shout was like thunder in the rainy season, splitting the clouds in the sky, blasting the fields on the ground, and shaking the Mexica warriors on the other side of the river. Many warriors bowed down to the blue flames in panic. Even the fierce and proud jaguar warriors turned pale, showing fear of pagan gods.

At this moment, Avit stood up abruptly and stared at the command flag opposite. There was the only Tarrasco there who didn't kneel. Avet couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he kept him firmly in his heart.

The moment he saw the blue flames, Shulot also stood up in shock: "God! The Stone of the Dead, it turned out to be sulfur!"

The young man estimated the size of the huge pottery pot just now, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The Tarrasco people of the Early Bronze Age could easily pull out thousands of pounds of sulfur. This proves that in their control area, there must be huge reserves of natural sulfur ore. UU reading www.uukanshu.com And on the western coast and the islands of Lower California, there are plenty of struvite as a source of saltpeter. Plus the ubiquitous wood used to make charcoal. The manufacture of gunpowder is unique in Central America.

The young man was fascinated by the brilliant blue fire. The crystal clear beauty seemed to be a blessing from heaven: "As long as we overcome the bottleneck in the development of the Iron Age, the Gunpowder Age will soon follow. The future is always full of hope!"

Shirou couldn't help but smile, but his friend pinched the boy's cheek.

Avette asked seriously: "Shirot, looking at that blue flame, do you believe that the Tarrascos just summoned the **** of death?"

Shulot was amused by his friend's seriousness: "That's just the color of special minerals after burning. If there is sulfur, we can also burn a blue fire."

Avette was also relieved. Although he didn't believe it, he was also a little nervous just now.

"You need to take the war priests to do a sacrifice of the **** of war as soon as possible to restore the morale of the Mexica warriors."

After Shulot listened, he carefully observed the warriors behind him, and found that their hearts were shaken and their faces were ashen. These brave warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles and are not afraid of death will be frightened by the myth and blue fire, and their morale will drop.

The young man couldn't help shaking his head: "These pagan heretics!" Then he quickly commanded the priests who accompanied the army, and also began to play tricks.

The pre-war sacrifice on the other side of the river came to an end soon. The priests shouted something that the boy couldn't understand. It should be some kind of promise in the name of God. Afterwards, I saw thousands of soldiers cheering loudly and their morale was like a rainbow.

Motivated by high morale, the first group of 5,000 Tarasco pikemen boarded the canoe group and sailed towards the north bank with high fighting spirit.

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