Aztec Eternals

Outside the tent, the warriors sang happily and the bamboo flute played. The civil war dance in the tent rests, and the wine is fragrant. The king asked with a smile, and the generals were silent for a moment.

"Sing and dance..."

The four city-state legion commanders looked at each other, their expressions a little unnatural. They are the most honorable and glorious nobles in the city-state, each owning local real power, and they are indistinguishable in the state. It can be said that they are the real masters of the states. They have always watched other people perform dances, and almost never danced for others.

The heads of the city-states were quiet for a while, with some dissatisfaction in their hearts. According to the oldest tradition of the alliance, the kings of Mexica were Grand Tratoanis, and they were all Little Tratoanis. They were the difference between big and small leaders in the tribal alliance, not the strict monarchs and ministers of the Celestial Dynasty.

Especially the elder "Sourwood" patriarch, Yotico, a glorious noble from Tepanicapan. He is fifty or sixty years old this year, and he has been in control of the city-state for twenty years. He is always located in the remote acidwood city. The last time I danced for His Holiness was eleven years ago, on the Elder's 80th birthday. But that is the immortal sun, the great man who shaped the alliance, the heroic spirit that lives in this world!

"Well...the king of the capital, and the leaders of the states..."

Chief Priest Petel narrowed his eyes, thinking silently like an old fox. Looking at the situation in the tent, he had a deeper understanding of the distribution of power within the Mexica.

"Okay! Dear King, I am the youngest. I dare to sing and dance for you first!"

After a moment of silence, Iser got up first. With a smile on his face, he bowed to the king, looked at the other three regiments, and walked to the center of the tent. Afterwards, holding a bladeless wooden stick in one hand and a shield in the other, he danced the mountain family's sacrificial dance.

"Ah! majestic and high mountains,

You are the seat of the **** of war!

You are radiant, with a glacial brow,

You are calm and heavy, with a body that rises from rocks,

You are indestructible, with granite thighs,

You have received the grace of God and have a heavy heart of gold and stone!

...you are the glory of the family of the mountains,

Entrusted with the ancient and heroic soul.

And at this moment, you bow your head slightly,

Tribute to the king who rules all,

That is the blessed King of Mexica!

..."

Hearing this, the remaining three city-state army commanders lowered their eyes and cursed inwardly. Iser even dedicated the sacrificial songs and dances of the mountain family to the king! This not only represented complete surrender, but also put them all on fire.

"good very good!"

Avite stood up and praised with satisfaction.

"Izel of the Mountain Family is a truly glorious warrior! He captured the Feathered Serpent City Lord in his life and was the first in this battle! Come, let's toast together and celebrate the warriors!"

"...Congratulations to the king, congratulations to the warriors!"

The crowd raised their glasses and drank the complex drink. Iszel smiled and returned the salute to everyone, and then glanced at the other three city-state heads before turning around and taking his seat.

"...Respected king, you lead us to conquer the feuding city-state! Please allow me to dance for you!"

After a while, Reed Patriarch Sintel stood up second. He was born in Atotonik State in the northeast, and his family and the nearby Tlaxcalans have been fighting for generations, and the hatred is the deepest. And Avite led the army to march eastward, destroying all the way, killing countless old enemies, which is regarded as avenging the city-state.

"...I heard the singing of the reeds,

On the hills at sunrise and sunset,

In the swamp where the water meets the sky!

I drank the blood-red water,

Deep drink of undrinkable things.

Then I will go to the battlefield,

Fight for loyalty with the king,

Die for glory and the Lord God!

..."

Sintel finished singing leisurely, danced a sad sacrificial dance of swaying reeds, and bowed his head to the king. The look on his face was respectful and sincere.

"Okay! The Reed family is a descendant of the Northeast Alliance, a loyal subject of the royal family! Come on, Sintel, drink with me!"

Taking a closer look at the other party's expression, Avit nodded in satisfaction and drank the wine.

During the Eastern Expedition, the army of the royal family passed through Atotonilke State, shocking the whole country. Coupled with the attack on the important northern town of Tlaxcala, the local nobles in the city-state were completely subdued by the central royal family. Next...

"...I was among the cliffs and the woods, and I heard the wild wind!

I fought in the wilderness of the wind until my chest was torn!

You will see my beating heart, the throbbing vitality...

It has long been prepared to dedicate to the faith of the Lord God, to the invincible king! "

Patriarch of "Xiajin", the honorable noble Pacho stood up and danced a family sacrificial dance. Afterwards, he bowed to the king, drank all the water and wine, and retired calmly.

"The Invincible King..."

Avit raised his brows slightly, drank a cup, and his mind turned. The patriarch "Xiajin" danced the family sacrificial dance and praised the main god, which was quite obedient. Of course, this kind of obedience requires the king to have illustrious martial arts... He moved his eyes and landed faintly on the elder goddess, the "Sourwood" patriarch Yotico.

In such a situation, Yotico had to get up slowly and bowed to the king. He took off his feather crest, revealing his gray hair, pursed his lips, and picked up the heavy wooden stick in both hands. Instead of holding a shield, he danced a fierce Marquawit dance. This is not the sacrificial dance of the Suanmu family, but the fighting dance of the warriors.

"...battle club wielded in obsidian glory!

Brave warriors will fight for honor.

Like an eagle and like a tiger. Like jade, like stone.

Fight! Fight! Kill to the end of the sky!

Till the obsidian wears out, till the stick is broken,

until I with endless blood,

Give back to the gods who gave me life!

..."

After the song was sung, Yotico saluted slightly and drank a glass of tequila, showing a certain degree of obedience.

"Yeah. Not bad! Although Patriarch Suanmu is old, his skills are still strong, and he deserves to be an outstanding samurai in the west!"

Avite remained silent, UU reading www. uukanshu.com praised with a smile and drank a glass of wine with Yotico. At the same time, in his heart, he silently ended Jotico's fate...

"Well, it's time, in this Eastern Expedition, to change the head of the Suanmu family."

The four legion commanders finished their dances, and the atmosphere in the tent became cheerful and lively again. The generals toasted each other and sang enthusiastically, full of samurai masculinity and self-confidence. In this Eastern Expedition, the old enemies of Tlaxcala were beaten and could not fight back, and could only hide in the city to defend, which was really encouraging. The great Mexica Union will surely win and conquer the East in one fell swoop!

The night fell and dissipated, and it was dawn before you knew it. The generals drank Dadan happily, and they were already deeply drunk. At the end of the banquet, Avet raised his divine scepter, looked around at the drunken generals, and roared with laughter.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the ancestors! The Eastern Expedition will surely win, this is the announcement of God! Roar!"

"Hoo, praise the king! Hoo, the Eastern Expedition will win! Hooho!"

The generals responded loudly, howling like wild beasts. The banquet was over, and the hilarity dissipated in an instant. And the flame of the Eastern Expedition will not stop, and it will burn in the entire valley until it destroys the ancestral land of the Tlaxcalans and the remaining three snake cities!

Soon, the tent fell silent. The light of dawn penetrated into the tent, bringing a faint light, like a vague vitality. The chief priest of Cholula, Petel, sat beside the fire, looking at the dim light of the ceiling, pondering in his heart.

Avit sat up straight, drank a glass of honey water that Gilliam handed over, and the drunkenness in his eyes dissipated. Then, he looked at the chief priest on the other side of the fire, and asked indifferently.

"Petel, the holy city of Cholula, when will the city surrender?"Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!