Aztec Eternals

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"Blessed by the **** of hunting! Neka, you bring the warriors of your family and rush to me!"

The top of the city is looming and unstable, and the situation appears to be critical. The black snake Telcott stood on the heights and shouted angrily. He hurriedly waved the command flag and mobilized his trusted samurai chief, Neka, and led 500 elite family samurai to the city for support.

"Come on! Drive the enemy off the city!"

"Kill! Kill the agouti guarding the city!"

The cloud ladder rides on the city head, and the copper hook is fastened to the city wall. Soon, one or two hundred Tekes warriors with axe climbed up in two steps and jumped into the crowd at the top of the city to fight. They blocked with a shield with one hand, wielded a copper axe with one hand, and slashed fiercely in the militia group, like coyotes slaughtering hares.

These tribal warriors were selected from thousands of descendants, and were well-known among the various tribes of Tecos. They were all promised that as long as they didn't die, they would be officially incorporated into the legion and promoted to the third-level warriors of the kingdom! And if he can kill the leader of the Tlaxcalans, he will even be promoted again and become a military noble of the kingdom!

At this moment, there is a red-haired hunter in the back who is supervising the battle, and he will die if he retreats. Ahead is the shaken Shuigu City, and there is only one chance of survival if you climb the city and fight for your life. Reward comes first, death comes later. The tribal warriors had no choice but to muster up their courage and fight hard at the front of the city!

"Bah!"

A tattooed Texian warrior swung a one-handed axe and slashed into the chest of the Tlaxcala militiaman. A large piece of bright red was sprayed instantly, splashing all over his face. He grinned, wiped his eyes quickly, and lunged at another young militiaman again.

The young militiaman shook hands and feet, held the stone spear in his hand, and stabbed it twice indiscriminately, all of which stabbed on the opponent's shield. The tattooed warrior did not hesitate, and as soon as Fang approached, he directly raised the copper axe and slashed again with force.

"Bah! Pfft!..."

The warmth sputtered, and the blood mist rose in front of the eyes, which actually broke the artery in the neck. The Turks warrior narrowed his eyes, took a step back, and was about to wipe his face when a strong wind suddenly hit from the side.

"Bang! Kacha!"

The heavy obsidian battle stick hit the head, making a "click" of dislocation of the bones. The tattooed head turned a half circle, as if twisting a ripe mame. The Tekes warriors didn't make a sound, and fell to the ground slantingly, dying on the spot.

"Bah! Damn barbarian!"

The black snake warrior leader Neka showed his figure and walked out of the militia. He was wearing fine cotton armor, a thick leather cap, and a sleeved battle jacket. With bright colors on the battle clothes and the family crest of the black snake, it looks like a senior warrior of Tlaxcala.

The traditions of the various tribes in Mesoamerica are quite similar. The more advanced the warrior, the more ornately dressed, and even draped with fur and feathers. On the battlefield, they are the backbone of the military and the most visible target.

"You guys, go and knock down the wooden ladder!"

The black snake warrior chief Neka looked at the militiamen at the head of the city and gave an order. Afterwards, he looked around at the head of the lower city and found the location of the next cloud ladder.

The fight there was more critical, and several Turks warriors stood on their heels and opened a gap. A steady stream of enemies are climbing up the gap. The few Tlaxcala warriors who were guarding the front of the city just passively held up their shields and assumed a defensive posture, struggling to resist the enemy's attack.

"Damn it! These city-state warriors at the head of the city were all frightened by the copper beasts!"

Neka cursed, bowed down again, and rushed towards the city with a dozen warriors. From time to time, whistling feather arrows came, rubbing his back, causing chills down his spine.

"Dedicated to God!..."

A vague voice came from the south, and was immediately submerged in the shouting and killing at the head of the city, without attracting much attention.

"Bah! These **** bronze armored archers!"

Holding his shield, Neka cautiously walked towards the enemy's position. The bronze-armored archers used sharp bronze arrows, which were too great a threat to the samurai. He didn't have the other party's sturdy cloth copper armor... Thinking of this, Neka turned his head and looked at the armor of the archers with admiration. Afterwards, hundreds of fast-running throwing pioneers suddenly caught his eye.

"Huh? This is?..."

Neka was stunned. He looked down at the city suspiciously. These running figures were not holding weapons, but holding a strange pottery tribulus ball. And on the pottery ball, there seems to be a faint blue smoke?

"Dedicated to God!..."

The throwing vanguard ran closer and closer, and the pious cries gradually became clearer. Some people were shot by bows and arrows from the city head, and the pottery tribulus **** in their hands rolled down. Seeing the smoldering pottery ball rolling down, the bronze armored archers nearby all showed fear, and hurriedly moved to the shield carts on both sides.

"Ok?"

Neka's heart froze, and it was unknown how much she gave birth. A pottery ball that can make bronze-armored archers feel afraid?

"Dedicated to God!..."

After a short while, the throwing vanguards rushed down to the city. Then, they hugged the pottery ball with one hand and quickly climbed to the top of the city. Before they had a foothold, they threw the pottery ball in their hands without hesitation!

"Bang, bang!"

Dozens of pottery **** scattered at the top of the city and rolled to the feet of the gathered defenders, still emitting a faint blue smoke,

"what?!"

Neka's eyes widened, staring at the pottery ball six or seven meters away. Then, the premonition of danger seemed to materialize, making his heart twitch. The black snake warrior didn't care about shouting, so he immediately crouched down at the front of the city, holding his shield in front of him.

"Ok?"

Neka held up her shield and waited nervously for a few breaths. The pottery ball was just smoking, but it didn't move at all. The people at the head of the city were still fighting, and the cries were endless. On the contrary, the pioneer who threw the pottery ball jumped off the city wall again, ran a few steps in a hurry, crouched in the bottom corner, almost shrunk into a ball.

"you go look!"

The black wolf samurai commander ordered. A young warrior holding a shield came before the clay ball. He stretched out his hand suspiciously and touched the hot pottery shell.

"Samurai Captain Neka, it's hot!"

The young warrior turned his head and smiled brightly. Then, the terrifying sound of thunder suddenly exploded at the top of the city!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The smoking pottery ball burst and sputtered out countless sharp fragments. The shards were like the sharpest blades, cutting the warriors and militiamen gathered at the top of the city to the ground in pieces. The billowing black smoke rose, and large swaths of blood spurted out, which were then burned into blood mist by the high temperature.

"what!!"

Neka's eyes widened, his liver and gallbladder split. He almost saw it with his own eyes, the young warrior was hit by countless fragments and shot into a tattered cloth bag!

Thunder exploded and life flew by. Within three meters of the pottery ball, the three Tecos warriors, together with more than a dozen defenders, were all knocked down by fragments. In the distance, a large number of militiamen were unstable, fell to the ground by the shock of thunder, and rolled down the city head in a row. And even Neka himself sat on the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

The fighting city was instantly quiet, only the echo of thunder. At this moment, whether it was the nobles, warriors or militiamen of Tlaxcala, they were speechless for a while.

The roar exploded, shocking people. The black snake Telcott stood at a high place, and the obsidian battle stick in his hand fell to the ground at some point. Unknown fear flooded into his heart, swallowing his reason like a bottomless abyss. After a while, his voice was hoarse, and he asked with difficulty.

"This... what is this?"

"Ah! ... Demon! Demon! Demon summoned by the Mexicans!"

After a long while, a terrified cry finally sounded from the top of the city. Hundreds of militiamen dropped their weapons and stumbled from the city head. Even if they break their siblings, they must stay away from the terrible city. Under continuous blows, these garrisoned militias finally collapsed and could no longer fight.

Large gaps are revealed in the southern city wall. The guarding Tlaxcala warriors also showed panic and made meaningless shouts, not knowing what to do.

"God of the hunt! Have you abandoned us?..."

Neka sat dazedly at the head of the city and passed the **** of death. There was a mess in front of him, dazzling bright red everywhere. At this time, even with his tenacity, his faith was shaken, and he had doubts about fighting.

"Mexicans, there are really demons to help! ... How can we resist? ..."

"Charge for His Highness!!"

A deafening shout came from not far away, awakening the lost Neka. He looked down at the city in horror, only to see hundreds of bronze armored warriors, holding a sharp axe in both hands, rushing towards the city wall fiercely!

Soon, these heavily armored warriors rushed to the bottom of the city. Taking advantage of the chaos at the top of the city, they did not stop and quickly climbed up. Then, the sharp bronze axe slashed fiercely, cutting the defenders who dared to stop them in half!

"It's over!"

Seeing the elites of Mexica ascending the city, Neka was full of despair. A heavily armored warrior raised his axe and slashed violently. With his sturdy armor, he didn't care about the stabbing of the spear~www.readwn.com~ and killed three black snake warriors in two strokes!

The warm current of the big tent splashed and fell on the face of the black snake warrior chief Neka. The strong fishy smell immediately hit the nostrils. Neka shuddered suddenly, turned over suddenly, and fled under the city wall. His feet were like the wind, stepping on the slippery and sticky stone steps, over the militiamen who were terrified to death, and went straight to the head of the family who was standing at a high place.

Behind him, hundreds of Mexica warriors ascended the southern city. They fiercely swung their big axes, stabbed out spears, and extended to the city walls on both sides. The defenders at the head of the city were rapidly reduced, either dying or fleeing. The morale of the warriors and militias prepared under the city was low, and they were all in chaos, and it was too late to replenish.

After only a quarter of an hour, the southern city wall of Water Valley City was already full of Mexica warriors. The platinum bronze armored warriors charged down the city, and the dark green leather armored warriors threw spears on the city. Soon, the defenders of Nancheng couldn't hold on any longer and began to retreat to the rear.

"Roar! Roar!"

The heavily armored warriors stood under the city walls, holding their battle axes high, shouting roars like tigers! Afterwards, the blocked city gate was also dug a passage and burst open! A large group of warriors poured into the city, like a dark green torrent, roaring in victory. At this moment, countless roars combined, like the roar of a giant beast, and with a will that could not be disobeyed, they announced loudly!

"Water Valley City! Broken!!"