Aztec Eternals

The spring breeze in April, coming from the Caribbean Sea in the east, is moist and warm. The season of spring ploughing is approaching, and black smoke from burning waste is lit everywhere in the Mexica Valley. At this time, when you climb up and look into the distance, you can see everything. Even outside the Shuigu City on the east side of the mountains, you can see the richness and prosperity of the west side of the mountains from a distance.

However, the east side of the mountains is full of desolation, with dead silence and despair in the withered. From the northernmost God's Pass in the Tlaxcala Alliance, to the southernmost mountain pass fortress group. During the more than 300 miles, there were burning towns, barren farmland, fallen corpses, and tribes who abandoned everything and fled into the mountains.

The long wind blows the hunting jacket. The mountains are far away, shining on the vast snow-capped peaks. At this moment, Shilot stood on the edge of Popocatépetl volcano, looking up at the peak of 5,400 meters above sea level, and was in awe.

"The height of the smoke peak is like a pillar connecting the kingdom of God, going straight into the sky! And the entire Mexica Union, only here can you see the glacier!"

Yes, Pocatepetl is also known as Smoke Peak. It is the second highest peak in Mexico and the fifth highest peak in North America, with a height of 5,426 meters! Its high altitude not only allows people to see ice and snow in the tropics, but also sees spectacular volcanic glaciers at the top of it!

Xiulott looked up for a long time, looking at the peak that covered the sky and the sun, and sighed at the majesty of the natural wonders. Months of hard work seemed to dissipate in an instant, leaving only the open world and smoothness.

Yesterday, he took 500 elite warriors and traveled 30 miles westward from Mizugu City to the foot of the magnificent Pocatepetl Volcano. Afterwards, he camped at the foot of the mountain and stayed for one night. But this morning, he left 300 heavily armored warriors to stand guard, and only took 200 leather armored personal guards to climb to the heights of Mist Peak.

Everyone climbed all the way for four or five hours, from 2,000 meters above sea level in Shuigu City to 3,500 meters above sea level in the middle of the mountain. The bottom of the mountain is full of spring, and the mountain is full of cold winter. However, even here in the cold, there are still nearly two kilometers away from the glacier at the top of Smoky Peak!

"call!..."

Sherlot took a deep breath and felt the lack of oxygen and cold on the mountain. Then, he slowly exhaled, leaving a long mark in the air.

"Bottard, the Temple of the Dead of the Tlaxcalans, is it here?"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Bertard nodded solemnly, with a strange brilliance in his eyes.

"God of Death and Rebirth, Lord of Fire and Thunder, the oldest temple of Shulotel, God of Death, is not far from here!"

"Very good! Continue to lead the way! Let the samurai disperse and be careful!"

Sherlot looked serious and nodded slightly.

The Eastern Expedition has come to an end, and the water valley city area has just been pacified. The South Route Army was sorting out outside the city, waiting for the follow-up food and grass to transport away the young and strong prisoners. The army is temporarily stopped, and the king is also a little leisurely, and has a few more days to relax.

This mountain area has been cleaned up several times by the army. Although there are hidden dangers hidden by the Tlaxcala tribe, the number is definitely less than a hundred people, and there is not much risk. At this time, Bertard suggested that Shirott come to the sacred Temple of Death to pay homage and listen to the prophecies of the old priest of Death.

Hearing this suggestion, Shilot hesitated for a moment, then nodded happily. Because, in Pocatepetl Volcano, the status of this Temple of the Dead is really special and very mysterious!

The Mexicans and Tlaxcalans share the east and west sides of the Pocatepetl Volcano. They are brothers by blood and culturally similar. They have many gods in common, and the most special one is the **** of death, Shulotel. And the origin of the **** of death, Shulotel, is in Pocatepetl Volcano! In the oldest recorded frescoes, He was not originally the **** of death, but an ancient **** of volcanoes.

In the name of "Death God", Shulot had a very special feeling for this oldest temple of the dead, as if he was inexplicably attracted.

And from the perspective of practical interests, climbing the sacred peak of smoke, worshipping such a temple, and listening to the prophecies of the priest of the **** of death... These actions can add a more daunting divinity to his reputation! In the world of China and the United States, which is devoted to gods and attaches great importance to omens, such a mysterious divinity will be of great benefit to the rule of kings.

At the same time, this temple of death also has a very sacred status in the hearts of Tlaxcalans. Perhaps, it could be an opportunity, a bond, to win over the hearts of the Tlaxcala tribes.

"Huh! This faint breath... is the stone of the dead?"

Shirot walked for a moment, then stopped. He sniffed the tip of his nose, a little surprised.

"Yes! Your Highness, there is a huge deposit of Stone of the Dead here. There are bottomless cracks in the mine. It is said that it is connected to the abyss of the ground and will spew a lot of smoke. And every once in a while, the peak of smoke will explode completely. It will spew out burning lava, shoot out smoke and dust all over the sky, and connect the dead abyss with the living world!  …”

Speaking of which, Bertard lowered his voice with a look of awe.

"And the ancient temple of the **** of death is hidden near the mine of the stone of the dead."

Hearing this, Shilot nodded slowly. Popocatepetl is one of the most active volcanoes in the world. It erupts almost every few years. And every half a century, there will be a big eruption! In Aztec mythology, the cycle of reincarnation once every 52 years is actually closely related to the eruption of Popocatepetl.

The mountains are vast and the trees are green. At this altitude, the mountains are already full of cold-adapted coniferous forests. In the gap between the large forest trees, a few khaki-yellow sulfur mines constantly exude the breath of volcanoes.

Bertard took dozens of warriors and searched around the sulfur mine for a full two quarters of an hour. Only then did he regain his spirits and found a few clues.

"His Royal Highness, this is the footprint of the last month, probably left by the old priests in the temple. They will come here every once in a while to fetch the stone of the dead, light the sacred blue fire and ashes, and pay tribute to the **** of death. Burn the sacrifice!"

"Stone of the dead, burning sacrifice?..."

Hearing this, Shiloh frowned. Burning sulfur every day and sucking poisonous fumes? These priests of the **** of death may not live long.

"...Well, just follow this footprint and just walk... Huh? How come there are more than a dozen different footprints?"

Seeing this, Bertard's face sank, and he waved his hand~www.readwn.com~ The two hundred guards clenched the copper axe, took off the longbow, and was always on guard. Everyone cautiously followed the footprints on the ground and walked through the forest for a few miles before they found a low and dilapidated temple.

There are only two entrances and two exits in the temple, the area is small, the style is extremely ancient, and the carvings are also mottled and outdated, as if it has gone through hundreds of thousands of years. It is hidden deep on the top of the mountain, deep in the pine forest, it seems that it does not want people to know it, and it does not welcome the visit of outsiders. And on the wall of the temple, there is a row of weathered skulls hanging densely.

Xiulott looked carefully, and the bones of these skeletons were a little black, much like the traces left after long-term poisoning. He pondered in his heart, and had some guesses about the origin of the skeleton, but he was not sure.

"Woo!...woohoo!"

A long gust of wind blew through the holes in the skull, bringing a penetrating, sharp "woo". Everyone present was used to seeing death, so they didn't care about it, they just strengthened their vigilance.

The warrior chief Bertard looked at the temple for a while, and suddenly his pupils shrank. Then, with a "dang" sound, he pulled out the bronze sword from his waist, and dodged in front of His Highness!

"His Royal Highness, there is blood! Very fresh!"