Aztec Eternals

The cold wind in the morning, blowing down from the high ceiling, brushed over the bonfire that was about to go out, bringing a little chill. Under the zenith, next to the bonfire, there are two gods, one old and one strong, sitting opposite each other.

"Supreme King of Mexica, please, like an obsidian mirror, see the kindness of the holy city of Cholula."

Chief Priest Petel smiled and bowed sincerely.

"The holy city of Cholula has never fought against the mighty Mexica alliance, so how can it be said to surrender?"

"Huh? Never an enemy?"

Hearing such brazen remarks, Avit couldn't help laughing even though he had practiced for a long time.

"Cholula sent warriors to join the Tlaxcalans, and sent messengers to convene all the ministries in the world to fight against the alliance... All this has been done, so why not call it an enemy?"

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you to learn from me."

Patel answered with a smile.

"The priestly families in the holy city of Cholula are all descended from the noble Toltec gods. And those tribal warriors who participated in the war were the barbaric Tlaxcalans. They obeyed the Tlaxcala in the state. The nobles do not obey the will of the Holy City. The messengers from the Holy City to all the ministries in the world only ask them to come to the Holy City to aid the Holy City, but not to fight against the Alliance... The Holy City only respects and respects the Alliance, not the slightest bit. The heart of the enemy!"

"Oh? Not the slightest bit of an enemy?... Haha!"

Avit laughed out loud, too lazy to argue with his tongue. The mighty jaguar dominates the jungle and never wins by word of mouth. Full of killing intent, he stretched out his divine scepter, focused on Petar's heart, and shouted coldly and harshly.

"At this moment, Shensuoguan and Feathered Serpent City have all fallen, and the Tlaxcalans have opened up in the hinterland! The 100,000 army on the northern road of the alliance is about to go south! And the 80,000 army on the south road will all go north! There are 200,000 troops on the north and south roads. , we will meet in Cholula City and hold a grand sacrificial ceremony!...Since the priest families are the noble descendants of the gods in the city, then use your hearts to offer sacrifices to the lofty Lord God!"

"Ah!... The supreme god-king of Mexica, please rest your anger..."

Patel turned pale, bowed his head deeply, and begged the majestic king. Even though he knew that this should be the other party's intimidation, he still trembled. Because the savage Aztecs had the ability to conquer the holy city, and they also had the habit of offering sacrifices. And the intimidation that can be done is the real majesty!

"You are the lord of the world and...the suzerain of the holy city of Cholula!"

Patel paused and said with difficulty. In fact, when he came here, he had no intention of surrendering and allegiance, but only wanted to reach a semi-subordinate covenant. But the situation was changing so fast that the Tlaxcala people only resisted for less than half a year before losing the important towns in the north and south. Even if all the ministries of the world unite together, I am afraid that it will not be able to save...

"The holy city of Cholula is willing to surrender to you and join the great Mexica alliance. All priest families are willing to do their best to dedicate the power of the gods to your great cause of conquering the world!"

"Ha! The gift of the gods? The power of the gift of the gods, the Mexicans have already mastered it!"

Avit stood up and looked down at the old priest chief.

"The alliance has its own divine blessing, the lofty holy city of the Teotihuacan era, the high priest group of the twelve priests and elders, and the thunder and flames bestowed by the Lord God! Why should I accept the city of Cholula, and a group of rotten people? Old Toltec remnants!"

Avit had summoned Acap many times, and he knew clearly the extravagant and decadent virtues of the elders like Cholula. From the bottom of his heart, he despised these theocratic leaders who only fooled people's hearts and were powerless.

"Rotten and old, Toltec remnants..."

Hearing this, Peter felt a pain in his heart, as if his wound had been opened. Isn't the so-called holy city of Cholula, the so-called priest family, a group of remnants who survived through the glory of their ancestors after the fall of the Toltec Empire? ...After a few breaths, he gritted his teeth, settled down, and responded calmly.

"Yes, the supreme king of Mexica! We are just a group of rotten and old Toltec remnants. But the rotten and old, greedy priest leader, compared with the reform-minded and resolute high priest, you are more Which one do you like?"

Patel knelt on the ground and raised his head. He looked at Avit's suddenly changed eyes and smiled like an old fox.

"O supreme **** king! The priests of Cholula are willing to serve you as the Lord. What we ask for is nothing more than divine smoke, herbs, delicious food, beautiful girls, but a high position in the world and luxury! ... And The High Priest of the Alliance, what do you want?"

"The High Priest is thrifty and simple, does not like pleasure, does not like extravagance, and is busy day and night in the great temple, in charge of the theocracy of the Mexicans. Dozens of nobles of his have died out... Even in Cholula, I know that the Mexica respects and obeys him! The Mexica's respect for him is far worse than that of you. How much? And the authority held by the priest will only accumulate over time and become more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people..."

Avet narrowed his eyes and clenched the scepter in his hand, revealing a murderous intent. And I don't know when, the chief intelligence officer Gillim also quietly pulled out the obsidian dagger and came silently behind Petel.

The head priest felt a chill down his spine, but he didn't seem to notice. He just smiled slightly, stared into the eyes of the king, and continued to preach like a sly old fox.

"...It is said that whenever the sun rises and sets, thunderous prayers rise from the capital city in the lake! The people of the capital city devoutly praise the Lord God and the high priest! And the grandson of the high priest, But your son-in-law, the well-known heir of the alliance!... Now, the immortal elder is still alive, and can suppress everything in the Mexica alliance and keep it from turning upside down. And if the elder Mexica dies, then the high priest's Authority, plus the Legion of the Kingdom of the Lake..."

"The supreme **** king! How can the king ignore those threats that are so close at hand? Once the elders of Mexica go to the kingdom of God, as long as an accident, a glass of poisonous wine, and a dagger will happen to you... .Then the kingship of the Mexicans will be passed down steadily. And theocracy and kingship will be one, and fall..."

"shut up!"

Avit suddenly changed color. He raised his foot, and with a sudden force, kicked Petel to the ground.

"Damn it, you dare to alienate the alliance! I will sacrifice you to the Lord God with my own hands!"

"Cough cough!..."

Petel was kicked out two meters and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while. However, when he saw the king's anger, he smiled more respectfully and sincerely.

"Your Majesty, please calm down..."

I don't know when, Gilliam has put away the dagger. He saluted solemnly and said nothing. The king raised his brows and fell into contemplation.

The leader of the priests, Petel, got up and kneeled respectfully on the ground again. Facing the contemplative king, he also did not say a word.

"call..."

After a long time, Avit lowered his eyes and calmed down his anger. He gave Petel a cold look, then turned and sat down cross-legged.

"Petel, you confused old fox! If you want to keep your position, keep the priests of Cholula... These few words alone are not enough!"

"Ah, the supreme **** king! Even my turbid old eyes can clearly see that you are destined to conquer all tribes and rule the world!"

Patel respectfully, bowed again, and offered some sincere flattery. Afterwards, he opened his mouth with a smile, with certainty in his heart.

"In the eyes of the priests of the holy city of Cholula, you are the king of gods, who not only rule the world, but also rule the kingdom of God! The priests of Cholula are willing to announce to the world, hold sacred ceremonies, pay homage to you, and pay homage to you. Allegiance to the King of God!"

Avit didn't say a word and listened calmly. However, he held the topaz divine scepter in his hands again and felt the divine power that had been passed down among the tribes.

"The world of Nahua is divided into two parts of divinity. Half is in the place where the gods left, the holy city of Teotihuacan; half is in the place where the gods return, the holy city of Cholula... Mexica If the alliance has both, it is blessed by the gods and is destined to rule the world! ... And if the divine power is divided into two parts, and two priests are established side by side, the one who is high above is naturally the supreme **** king!"

"Ok?..."

Avet lowered his eyes and clenched his scepter, without any waves on his face.

Gilliam's expression flickered. He has followed the king for many years, and he can see the king's intentions, but he is still a little hesitant. The chief intelligence officer pondered for a while, and after judging the pros and cons, he solemnly bowed and asked Petel.

"Leader Petel, in your opinion, if the religious law of the priesthood is different from the king's decree, how should you explain it?"

Hearing this, Petel was refreshed. At this juncture, with the help of the king's cronies, it seems that the big thing has been accomplished! He looked solemn and replied respectfully.

"The two holy cities are under the rule of the king of gods; the two priests should also be loyal to the king of gods! If the priests and the king's decrees are different, naturally they should respect the gods, and let the priests reflect and make corrections! . . . The holy city of Cholula, may the supreme King of Mexica be the suzerain of all powers!"

For hundreds of years, although the Cholula priesthood has a high status and has mastered the Eastern Holy Land, it has only controlled one place. And if it can be accepted by the Mexica Alliance, with the army of the alliance, it will conquer all the ministries along the way, and even be on an equal footing with the High Priests...

That scene, just thinking about it, made Petel very excited! Compared with this bright future, what is the current servility!

"call!..."

After a long while, Avet let out a long breath. He stared blankly at Petel for a while, and said lightly.

"The holy city of Cholula has been handed down for hundreds of years, with the magnificent Great Pyramid of Cholula, the "artificial mountain" Trachwalt Patel! ... There is a legacy of the Lord God there, and I am blessed by God and do not want to Destroy with your own hands."

Hearing this, Petel was ecstatic. He took off his feather crest, lowered his head full of white hair, and bowed humbly.

"The chief priest of Cholula, the remnant of Toltec, the god-born Petel, meet the supreme god-king!"

"Ok!"

Avit finally nodded. He stared at the old fox in front of him and asked word by word.

"Cholula City, hold a surrender ceremony and spread the word to all the ministries in the world?"

This is as it should be. Petel smiled and nodded heavily.

"Can!"

"Hand over all the Tlaxcalans and nobles and call on the Tlaxcalans to surrender?"

"Can!"

Patel nodded again. The Tlaxcalans were defeated, and they sold it.

"Worship the main god?"

"...Can!"

Patel hesitated for a while, but nodded in agreement. The beliefs of the Mexicas gradually moved closer to one god. In order to join the alliance, Cholula City could only promise to honor the Lord God. However, monotheistic reforms are not necessarily a bad thing. At least the power of the Mexica priests was obviously much stronger.

"Cholula, hand over half of the state's land and half of the village's mouth."

Avit stared at Patel with a stern look. He didn't use a question ~www.readwn.com~ but used a statement tone to issue a king decree that could not be violated.

"Ah? This, this... but!"

Seeing the emotionless look in the king's eyes, Patel paused twice and nodded bitterly.

"Supreme God King, the holy city of Cholula agreed to your request. I wonder if it is?..."

"Well, there is one last condition for the Alliance to accept Cholula."

Arvitt smiled and straightened up. He looked at Petel's secretly happy expression, and the killing intent was brewing in his heart.

"Petel, Cholula City, like the Alliance, also has twelve priests and elders?"

"Yes! Twelve is a noble and sacred number. The Cholula priesthood is also the twelve elders."

Petel was a little puzzled, wondering why the king would ask this.

"Well! Cholula City, hindering the alliance's eastward expedition, and offending the majesty of the Lord God."

Avit's expression was calm, his voice did not fluctuate at all, and he opened his mouth to judge.

"Then hand over two priests and elders and offer sacrifices to the Lord God!"

"what!"

A bone-chilling chill surged into his heart, like a glacier on the mountain, which made Peter tremble, and for the first time showed panic on his face.

"Sacrifice...sacrifice honorable priests and elders?"

"Why, you don't want to?"

Avit smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Or, do you want to replace the other elders and go to see the Lord God?"

"Ah, no...no..."

Peter fell to the ground and shook his head again and again. No matter how cunning the fox is, in the face of the ruthless jaguar, he has to bow his head and surrender! After a while, he answered with difficulty.

"Sacrificing the priests and elders... Yes!!" Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!