Aztec Eternals

The blazing sunlight fell on the barren mountains, illuminating the gray-white rocks in a halo. The whole of the mountains on the island is yellowish-brown, and narrow valleys are formed between the ups and downs. The valley road is sparsely covered with vegetation, except for the mountains on both sides, there is no shade at all. The birds circling and chirping over the mountains filled the ears of everyone and covered up the sound of walking. Occasionally, wild deer jumped past far away, but they always kept a distance from people and were extremely alert. This is a habit passed down after being hunted for generations.

After making a turn in this way, the two teams of warriors with weapons and vigilant expressions met unexpectedly in such a sudden and astonishing way!

More than a dozen Sri warriors with long hair, shirtless and loincloths, armed with hunting bows, spears and short spears. They were the tribe that came to the island to hunt. At this time, they were clenching their weapons vigilantly and watching five strange warriors not far away. The old hunter at the head wore a feather straw hat and a stone drum wrapped around his waist. He took two steps forward, looked at the strange clothes of the person across from him, and asked sharply.

"...Quihya...me? Quihya... fans? Who are you, you?"

The sentence structure of Sri is different from other tribal languages, and important words and sentences are placed first.

Hearing the question, the Prepecha warriors looked at each other. The language on the other side was completely different from Nahua and had nothing to do with Prepecha. They couldn't understand even half a word. The team leader who led the team hesitated for a while, but went forward and faced the leader of the other side. He lowered the weapon in his hand to express his goodwill, and loudly replied in Prepecha.

"...Ochi, kungurikua! Ochi, kungurikua! Us, friends!"

"Tahéj?c, hant comcáac! Tahéjöc, Hant, Koncác! Tahéjöc, ancestral land, of the Koncác!"

Kangkak is the self-proclaimed name of the Sri people, which roughly means the people of the desert, the people who moved south, or the people who hunted. The captains of the two sides were separated by more than ten steps, while constantly shouting to each other, while trying to make gestures.

The old hunter released his palm and shouted several times, but he never got an understandable response. Then, with a serious expression, he held his bow, his face threatening, and his shout grew louder.

"...tinticantáho! Tintica, Ntaho! Far away, away!!"

"Okey, Kunguliqua! We're friends!"

"Tintika, Ntaho! Get out of here!...Hunt, Tintika, Ntaho! Get out of our ancestral land!!"

"Okey, Kunguliqua! We're friends!"

"...itác?! Itacco!"

The old hunter had an angry look on his face. He glanced at the high peaks on the island, which were the sacred place of blessing and the place where the ancestors left their inheritance. At this moment, the ancestral land of the Kangkak people has been invaded by a strange tribe!

"Itako! Kill them! Kill!!"

The old hunter roared and waved forward angrily, giving the order to attack. Then, he quickly shot an arrow, right in the face of the squad leader!

The samurai captain screamed, covered his eyes, and fell to the ground. He rolled around frantically in pain, but the boundless darkness surged, penetrated from his eyes to his brain, and drowned the fate of Tonali.

"Itako! Kill!"

More than a dozen Sri Lankans shouted and swarmed up. Three or four hunters held hunting bows and aimed at the warriors on the opposite side. The remaining seven or eight warriors wielded short spears and charged from both sides.

"Whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, a bronze arrow shot through the sky and went straight to the old hunter standing at the front. The old hunter subconsciously stretched out his palm to block, but the fierce arrow shot directly through his palm, and then pierced deeply into his neck! The blood red was sprayed in an instant, and the fresh corpses were powerless to fall, bringing a touch of moisture and brightness to the withered and yellow earth.

The young archers in the back row threw the longbow where they were after shooting an arrow. Such a close distance was only enough for him to shoot a prepared arrow. Then, he held the snail horn between his neck and blew with his cheeks bulging.

"DiDi! DiDi! DiDi!..."

The warning snail was hurried and mournful, echoing in the vast sky, and drifting toward the landing coast. The three Prepecha warriors in the front row raised their shields and held bronze spears to cover each other. Three or four bone arrows shot accurately, but they were either blocked by the warrior's shield or slanted into the leather armor, causing almost no damage. The warriors all wore sturdy leather armor, and as long as they were careful to guard their faces, they would not be easily shot down by the enemy's soft bow.

"Itako!!"

After a round of bone arrows, the tribal warriors of the Sri people on both sides also rushed up. They shouted loudly and stabbed the short spears in their hands. Compared with the precise shooting skills of the Sri hunters, the short spears of the warriors are much inferior. Most of them rambling futilely against the shields of the warriors like wild coyotes.

The middle-aged Prepecha warrior in the middle is the most senior, occupying the main position of the core. With a steady expression, he swings his shield vigorously, deflecting the short spear of a Sri warrior. Then, he stabbed the copper spear lightly, pierced the opponent's bare chest with precision, and quickly pulled it out, and a stream of blood spurted out!

The Sri warrior screamed miserably, then covered his chest in vain, and fell down with his head up. In the face of such an unarmored opponent, the spear should not be too hard, otherwise it will pierce too deeply and get stuck in the ribs and cannot be pulled out. And as long as the internal organs can be pierced shallowly, the subsequent severe pain and internal bleeding will make people lose their combat effectiveness immediately, and then take away their lives mercilessly!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of the copper spear piercing the flesh sounded one after another, and two more deadly stabbing spears, the Sri Lankan warriors in the field fell down two more times. The messy tribal warriors became more and more chaotic, and there was nothing but courage and no strength. The four Prepecha warriors had already formed a tight formation, and although the number of opponents was twice as many, they could not be shaken at all.

The captains of both sides have been killed, and the battle at this moment is very fierce and a little messy. It was not until another tribal warrior fell that a tattooed Sri warrior reacted. He quickly took a few steps back and let out a loud exclamation.

"Enemies, turtles, hard! Use spears, poison arrows! Kill the middle ones, great!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Soon, three bone spears shot heavily, twisting the middle-aged warrior's shield. Then, three dark red bone arrows came swiftly, hitting his shoulder, chest and arm respectively. The shoulders and chest are the places where the armor is thickened and have not been shot through by the soft bow. Only the armour was thin, and the skin was cut by the bone arrow.

"Uh?!"

The middle-aged warrior didn't notice it at first, and continued to fight without caring. Just a moment later, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his arm, like a fire, burning from his arm to his brain. But after a while, his eyes darkened and he fainted on the ground.

"Itako! Kill!"

Seeing the enemy fall to the ground, the remaining Sri warriors inspired their last bravery and rushed up.

"Praise the Lord God!"

As soon as the formation of the Prepecha warriors dispersed, they were in close contact with the tribal warriors. The remaining three warriors were fierce, and they simply turned around and rushed forward, relying on the protection of leather armor to fight hand-to-hand with the tribal warriors.

"Dedicate yourself to God! Kill!"

The tragic fight lasted for more than a dozen breaths. A samurai was stabbed with several spears, pierced through the leather armor, and penetrated deep into the lower abdomen. And three Sri warriors were attacked and stabbed to death one after another! More than a dozen tribal warriors were folded in half, and the rest could no longer support it, turning their heads and fleeing to the east. They want to bring the information about the invasion of the ancestral land back to the tribe as soon as possible!

The tattooed Sri warrior was also injured and stumbled back and fled. He fled for more than ten steps, and a sharp copper arrow roared, piercing his back, and knocking him to the ground. Then, the only Prepetcha archer who could move stepped forward~www.readwn.com~ He pursed his lips, leaned down, pulled out the short dagger from his waist, aimed at the exposed neck of the enemy, and stabbed it hard. !

"Bah!"

The young archer's eyes were dyed blood red. With red eyes, he looked around Gu Dao who was fighting, and all he saw was blood.

But after a moment of fighting, the Sri people left eight corpses. As for the patrolling team of five, two people died and one was seriously injured.

The bright sunlight fell on the deep earth, and the bright blood slowly dispersed, like swaying red flowers. This is the first encounter between the Kingdom of the Lake and the Sri people. In the warm spring of March, on the barren and arid island, the blood flowers of life bloom.

The young archer stared at it for a while, then stood blankly for a while. Then, he raised the snail horn on his neck again and blew it high.

"Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di To For

The snail number changed from short to long. Its meaning is: "The alarm is lifted, the enemy... disperses!"