Aztec Eternals

The warm wind in May, whistling from the sea in the southeast, brought the first rain of the rainy season. For several days, Feathered Serpent City was attacked by four city-state legions in turn, and blood was gradually drained. At this moment, the Mexican Legion was deployed in large numbers, and the royal family and the city-state warriors all climbed in armor and attacked the four walls at the same time. The so-called solid Feathered Serpent City has reached its final juncture.

The sun in the sky was obscured by stratus clouds, casting wide shadows that dimmed the mountains and forests of the four fields, and also dimmed the fighting city. The raindrops of the stars fell from a distance, wet the inside and outside of the city wall where the corpse fell, merged with countless fresh bloodstains, and were no longer separated from each other.

"Praise the Lord God! Fight for God and kill the Tlaxcalans!"

"God of the hunt! We sacrificed our lives for him, right here, to the death of the Mexicas!"

"Whoosh whoosh!..."

"Bang! Bang, bang!"

Intense screams of killing came from the city walls on all sides, mixed with whistling feather arrows and fierce spear throwing. The samurai on both sides fought desperately, swinging their weapons desperately, and attacking the close-knit enemy.

The close combat is so cruel, the complete body is quickly broken, and the warm freshness is flowing everywhere. On the narrow city head, there are more and more white-golden armored figures, like an irresistible tide, gradually breaking through the flesh and blood embankment, drowning the remaining black on the city wall!

The Feathered Serpent warrior in the black battle suit howled, slashed, hit the sturdy copper armor, and was mercilessly beheaded by the copper axe on the opposite side. The Tlaxcala warriors are struggling desperately, but the number is getting smaller and smaller.

And hundreds of ordinary militias are beginning to crumble in the face of the hard-to-kill Mexica Bronze Armored Warriors. They threw down their crude stone spears and hunting bows, turned and ran away crying, and even jumped off the city head in a panic, screaming dying!

"Ah! God of hunting!!..."

It was a cry of fear, a despair before death.

"Broken! Broken! Feathered Snake City is broken!!"

It was a cheer of excitement, a proclamation before the slaughter.

"Hoo! Ruthless Mother of Fate!..."

Quehuiz, the lord of Feathered Serpent, climbed the pyramid temple in the center of the city alone. He raised his head and stared at the cloud snake statue of the **** of hunting in the pattering rain. After a while, two lines of faint tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, mixed with fresh rainwater, but it was difficult to distinguish them.

"These are the tears of the cloud snake, from the high sky, for the end of Feathered Serpent City..."

Kuihuiz recited in a low voice, his expression like crying and laughing. His voice gradually became so low that he couldn't even hear it clearly. And another voice is ringing from under the pyramid, with a mad drink.

"Damn! City Lord Feather Snake, where is it?"

Wearing bronze armor and holding a hatchet, Izel grabs an old temple priest. He looked fierce, with eagerness in his eyes, and a murderous look in his eyes.

"Say! Is he in the temple?"

"...to, the descendant of the supreme cloud serpent...just went up...at...on top of the temple!"

The old temple priest stammered with fear, and finally finished.

"Respected warrior of the **** of war, I... I would like to surrender to the **** of war... please spare me... ah!..."

After a scream, Izel lowered his blood-stained hatchet, and with dozens of mountain warriors, couldn't wait to climb to the pyramid.

If you can capture the Feathered Serpent City Lord of the Tlaxcalans, it will be a great achievement, even the first achievement of the Northern Route Army! And with this kind of military merit, he can hold the position of the head of the mountain legion firmly, and let the warriors in the state truly admire him!

"The cloud snake lowered its wings and turned into a warrior with a bow and arrow. He carried the bow and went to the east, looking for his son god... And the souls of the dead gods will also float to the east, to the distant lake. .."

Kuihuiz stood at a height of dozens of meters, looking at the mountains in the east. He held a long dagger in his hand, and lightly carved on the leather armor of his chest, marking lines like snakes. The icy sharp edge pierced the skin of his heart, causing real pain.

Like the Mexica, the Tlaxcalans believed that the soul of man is in the heart. And the death that pierces the heart can release the soul and go to the kingdom of God as soon as possible...

"Haha! Found you! City Master Feather Snake!"

Yzel climbed to the heights of the temple, and saw Kuihuiz wearing a feather crown at a glance. He was overjoyed immediately, holding a hatchet, and hurried towards the other party.

"...This Mexica warrior, according to the agreement of the Battle of the Flowers, please allow me to die in glory! Give me time to drink a glass of water, and after chanting these few lines, I will sacrifice myself.. ."

"Ah? What? City Lord Feather Snake, I can't hear your voice..."

Iselle hung his hatchet with a puzzled look on his face. He slowly approached Quiwyz, as if to hear more clearly.

"Warrior, I want to sacrifice myself, please give me some time..."

"what!"

Izel came within five steps, suddenly shouted, and threw himself at Kuihuiz.

"what?!"

Kuihuiz subconsciously stabbed the long dagger, but it stuck on the opponent's armor, making a "ding" sound of metal collision. Then, with a sudden pain in his right arm, he was hit by the back of the copper axe, and the dagger fell instantly! Then, his left arm was also hit, completely losing the ability to resist.

"Haha! City Lord Feather Snake has finally fallen into my hands!"

Izel laughed out loud, pressing Quehuiz under him. Then, several mountain warriors swarmed up and **** the most precious prisoner of the gods.

"Hey! The promise of the battle of flowers? Glory suicide?"

The Mountain Clan pouted in disdain. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on the copper axe on Quehuiz's gorgeous battle suit.

"City Master Feather Snake, let me tell you! This era has changed! ... Don't struggle, don't seek death, and accept your fate. As you are, before the grand sacrifice of the capital city in the lake, you can And finally enjoy it!”

There was joy in the icy voice, with raindrops from the sky, falling on Quehuiz's face. Feathered Serpent City Lord closed his eyes in despair, retaining his last dignity. Soon, several mountain warriors ran out of the city, shouting like thunder and announcing loudly.

"Queihuiz, the lord of Feathered Serpent, was captured by the brave mountain patriarch and honorable noble Izel!..."

"Queihuiz, the lord of Feathered Serpent, was captured by the brave mountain patriarch and honorable noble Izel!..."

High shouts came from the city all the way and drifted far away. Hearing this terrible news, the remaining hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors howled and fell into complete despair. Some of them cut themselves off, some charged against the Mexica army, and some knelt down and surrendered. Thousands of defending militiamen also fell to the ground one after another, dropping their weapons and waiting for the arrangement of fate.

"Okay! Very good! Honorable noble Yzel, remembered as the first feat of the battle of Feathered Serpent City!"

On the high hill where the flag was erected, Avit heard the good news of retribution, and his face was full of smiles. Glory nobles who capture their enemies alive are much more credited than beheading them! Because such captives are the favorite of the God of War and the sacrifice of the Glory Alliance!

"Haha! Feathered Serpent City has been broken~www.readwn.com~ Feathered Serpent City Lord has been captured... Send orders to all legions! Take prisoners in the city, and don't want to kill!"

Avit laughed and ordered, and let the guards pass quickly. He smiled happily and stopped the killing in the city, but there was no mercy in his heart.

"The expansion of the sacred Great Temple has been completed. When I defeat the Tlaxcalans and return to the capital, there will be a grand sacrifice, an unprecedented sacrifice! And all the captured warriors and militia will be transported back. Capital City, wait for the day of the big festival!"

"Praise the Lord God! Follow your will, Supreme King of Mexica!"

The guards were excited and shouted loudly. They saluted in unison, and went to the various legions.

Avet straightened his back, stood at a high place, rubbed the topaz divine scepter in his hand, and his eyes became deep.

Before the expedition, he had given his grandfather Montezuma's ruby ​​scepter to his beloved daughter, Alyssa. At this moment, the topaz divine scepter in his hand not only inherits the royal power of the Mexica royal family, but also condenses the divine power of the tribal priest.

After a while, Avit smiled indifferently and looked up at the sky. The pattering raindrops fell from the sky, but it was a good spring rain, just in line with the spring ploughing of the alliance!

"A good spring rain, with infinite vitality, fell on the fertile soil of Feathered Serpent City, and fell on the territory of the Alliance!"

Avett's voice was long, and he looked towards the southern sky. Then, with a solemn expression, he ordered the guard in a cold voice.

"Go, tell the messenger of the holy city of Cholula, the priest-leader Petel!"

"The Shensuoguan and Feathered Serpent City on the northern front have been conquered by the Alliance! Tonight, I will drink and celebrate in the camp, and ask the priest leaders of the holy city to dance and congratulate me!"Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!