Aztec Eternals

Dark clouds appeared in the sky, like a harbinger of a storm. A bonfire burns in the camp, burning firewood to ashes. Thousands of guard warriors were stunned, clad in armor, and waited for the day. They are chained jaguars, waiting for the dispatched Wang Ling to kill and kill!

The voice in the tent gradually became lower and lower, like the roar of an injured tiger. After a few quarters of an hour, the king put on his armor and walked out of the tent. Seeing the king who came out of the tent, everyone's faces showed surprise.

I saw that Shulot was wearing a bronze helmet that covered his face, covering the expression on his face, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, and holding the high priest's divine scepter in his hand. Then, he erected his divine scepter, looked around at the generals outside the tent, opened his tightly pursed mouth, and shouted coldly and hoarsely.

"Wang Ling, send messengers! Eight thousand people from the Feather Wild Goose Legion head north, move to the north of Cholula, block the road to the north of the city, and cut off the escape route in the city! Eight thousand people from the Guaquili Army come from the west, hunt around Cholula, and block the east of the city. Wilderness, arrest those who escaped from the four wilds! Eight thousand people from the Huashu Corps took over from the Black Wolf and guarded the mountain top city. Ten thousand people from the Pan Python Corps were stationed in the Water Valley City. Seven thousand people from the Imperial Guard Corps went north to attack Cholula. Destroy the priest family!..."

"The whole army will set off immediately! Before sunset today, I will reach the city of Cholula! If a Cholula messenger arrives, they will be executed on the spot!! The Cholula warriors, nobles and priests encountered along the way will be sacrificed to death! !"

"Follow your will!"

Bertard fell to the ground and gave a deep salute. Then, he strode into the shooting star to remove the shackles of the roaring guards!

"Ah!...Ah!..."

Wang Ling, who went out to fight, quickly issued the message, accompanied by the news of avenging the high priest. The veteran Mexica warrior blew the terrifying death whistle, and the shrill scream echoed in the mountains. This is the cry of the messenger of death, and it is the sentence before the killing.

"Boom!...Ow! Hoo!..."

Thousands of janitor warriors put on armor, armed with copper axes and spears, and struck wooden shields in their hands. Then, in the beating sound of war drums, they let out a roar that filled the sky, raised the swords of slaughter, paid tribute to the dead high priest, and promised to the angry king.

However, within a few quarters of an hour, the seven thousand imperial guards were ready. Xiulott personally carried the black wolf's king flag, surrounded by his own guards, and set off to the north!

In front of the black flag are 2,000 lightly armed Texian vanguards; below the black flag are a thousand armored guards with bows; behind the black flag are 3,000 heavily armored warriors; and at the back, a thousand Artillery battalion towing bronze beasts. The seven thousand elite armored leaves were clanging and silent, but after rushing for half a day, the vanguard of the guards had already arrived at the city of Cholula.

Encountered along the way, two teams of Cholula envoys, more than 100 descendants of nobles who fled, were all captured by the vanguard and beheaded on the roadside. Afterwards, the 2,000 pioneers broke into the still burning outer city of Cholula without stopping, defeated the more than 1,000 Cholula warriors who were fighting the fire, and received only half of the high priest's guards.

The sun slanted westward, and the golden brilliance fell on the red city of Cholula, revealing the broken walls and the scorched blackness of the fire. Thousands of corpses were scattered on the streets of the outer city, and tens of thousands of civilians either fled or hid in their homes, peeping tremblingly at the advancing legion. The holy city that was prosperous and prosperous yesterday has become a mound of ruins today.

The old fox Petel stood on the inner city wall, his face pale, and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety that he had never seen before. Beside him are more than a dozen priests and elders with ashen faces. Cholula's most noble group of people are standing here, looking at the black wolf king flag erected, looking at the coming cruel fate.

Hundreds of Texian pioneers came outside the inner city walls with bloodied heads. Then, with fierce expressions, they piled up thousands of heads under the city wall to form a brand-new Jingguan. A steady stream of pioneer warriors are still coming, building Jingguan even taller.

"It's over!... The two thousand warriors in the outer city are all over..."

War Elder Wizier widened his eyes and looked at the head under the city carefully, his face showing despair.

"What should I do? Last night, the Mexica dead men set fire to kill, and the outer city was in complete chaos. It was too late to mobilize the militia. Now, there are only two thousand temple warriors in the inner city, how can it be defended?"

"Ah! Why are there only 2,000 warriors left in the Holy City's Eight Thousand Temples?"

An old priest elder widened his eyes and roared in disbelief.

"Who is it?! Escaped with a samurai?"

"The three legions of the Mexicans came from three sides, and the entire holy city was besieged, and there was no way to escape!"

With a miserable smile on his face, Wizier replied in a low voice.

"Eight thousand warriors, three thousand died in the water valley city, one thousand casualties in the previous looting. Two thousand were thrown outside the city, they were just defeated and captured and killed, their heads were built into Jingguan... In our hands, only The last two thousand!"

The old priests and elders with their beards and hair stretched out and shouted incessantly.

"...Only 2,000 warriors are left!... Quickly send people out of the city to gather the militia in the city! No matter how high and strong the city wall is, how can it be defended without manpower?"

"The Mexican Legion has already pushed into the inner city, how can the city gate be opened?"

Wizier shook his head. Open the door at this time and die faster. The old priests and elders had absolutely no military common sense. However, the holy city of Cholula has been in peace for a long time, and most of the elders are like this, not to mention the armored battle.

"How... how to guard this? The holy city of Cholula is the heart of the world, and it has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years! We are a priestly family that has been respected for generations, and we are the Toltecs in the city! Send a few more messengers, Go to the Highness of Mexica, please surrender? No matter how barbaric the Mexica people are, they will not shock the world and drive us all to slaughter!"

Hearing this, another elder priest showed hope and shouted loudly.

"Yeah! Go and ask the Mexicans to surrender! No matter what the harsh conditions are, as long as we can negotiate, we can save our lives... Even if we become a city-state priest or a village priest!"

"Hey! Talk? How to talk? All the messengers we sent were killed, and none of them came back! We have all interrogated the captured Mexica dead men, and they are avenging the high priest!  … His High Priest, unexpectedly, died in the holy city of Cholula! It is said that before his death, he smoked the divine smoke given by Petel, and took the medicine given by Petel..."

A prime-aged elder priest narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the pale-faced priest leader, Petel.

"If you want me to say... to appease the anger of the Mexicans, the only way is to hand over the murderer of the high priest!..."

"...How did this happen? How did you get to this point?!"

The old fox Petel trembled as he looked at the Jingguan a hundred and ten paces away, and whispered in despair that he couldn't help himself. Of course he knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his magic smoke and potion, and that no one in the holy city would assassinate the high priest last night. And if all possibilities are ruled out, even if the rest is unbelievable, it is the truth!

"Shuter, you are so cruel! Haha!"

Petel murmured and laughed mournfully, like a night owl driven to a dead end.

"Did you deliberately die here, do you want to take us old guys away together? Why are you so ruthless, ruthless to yourself, and ruthless to us! You ruthless old fox!!"

"...Petel, stop quibbling! Did you do it? Don't drag everyone to death!"

The prime-aged priests and elders stirred up the crowd, and their eyes flickered with cold light.

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Peter's eyes widened and he turned to look coldly. His face was twisted, and the corners of his eyes were fiercely raised, like a poisonous snake struggling to the death.

"The high priest died here! Are you still thinking of surrendering?! I tell you, the Mexicans will never let us go! Mobilize all the Ding Zhuang and warriors in the inner city, and distribute the battle sticks, bows, and leather armor in the warehouse. Keep it here for me! Keep it for one day, and you will live another day, if you can't keep it, then die together!"

Hearing Peter's roar, the city head suddenly fell silent. All the elders were shattered by all illusions, facing the **** reality, their faces showed unwillingness and despair waiting for death.

"Ah!...Ah!"

The mournful death whistle blew outside the inner city wall. The Mexican warriors of the central army rested for a quarter of an hour, and finally surrounded the black wolf's king flag, passed through the outer city where the fighting had not yet subsided, and arrived at the inner city wall outside the wonder of the Great Pyramid.

Shulot was wearing a helmet, his face was expressionless, and he stared at the large group of priests wearing feather crowns above the city head with cold eyes. A strong killing intent poured out from the king's chest, straight to his mind, almost reaching the tip of his hair. He exhausted all his will to let go of the tens of thousands of civilians in the city, and did not issue the king order to slaughter the city. As for the thousands of warriors, nobles and priests in the city...

The king raised the red command flag and waved it coldly.

"Bring all the captured Cholula priests here and kill them all!"

"Follow you! Your Highness!"

The guard bowed his head and saluted, strode away. Soon, more than 200 guardsmen escorted the same number of priests and apprentices to the city wall and pinned them to the ground. These people are old and young, many of them are related to the elders of the city, and have the same blood.

"Ah! This!...My son!..."

"...No! My descendants..."

The old priest and elder roared sharply. The aged priests and elders howled loudly. War Elder Wizier lowered his eyes. The old fox Petel didn't even look at him, just stared at the king whose face was covered by the helmet, shouted loudly, and made a last hopeless struggle.

"His Royal Highness the Mexicas! The Holy City did not murder the High Priest! The High Priest committed suicide and..."

"kill!"

Shulot waved the command flag suddenly, and the mournful death whistle sounded again, announcing the arrival of death.

"Ah!...Ah!..."

The guard warriors swung their copper axes together and slashed with force! Their killing skills are so superb, they don't touch the bones, but sever the neck with an axe!

"呲...呲..."

Da Peng's blood spurted out and pooled into a pool of blood on the ground. And more than two hundred heads floated slightly on the pool of blood, staring at the city head with a dying horror.

"boom!"

The two priests and elders couldn't stand it any longer, their eyes turned white, and they fell directly with their heads up. The top of the city was busy, mixed with desperate screams!

"Ha ha..."

Petel smiled miserably, turned around, and looked at the towering man-made mountain spectacle.

The sun sets in the west and falls on the top of the Great Pyramid, making the sanctuary of the gods extraordinarily brilliant. The twelve priestly families of the holy city, relying on the belief of the Nawa gods, have been sitting on the shining spire for more than five hundred years. However, at this moment, the sky is setting sunset, the earth is gushing blood, the houses are burning, and the corpses are lying down everywhere... The scene of doomsday is coming, accompanied by tens of thousands of Mexica legions, from heaven to earth, Firmly envelope the city of Cholula, bringing the ultimate death...

"Under the twilight, the gods who are about to fall... the twilight of the gods..."

Patel looked up at the setting sun and murmured in his mouth. Facing the splendid sunset, he suddenly danced to sacrifice to the gods and sang the song of the reincarnation of the doomsday, just above the crowded city head, under the watchful eyes of the imperial guards.

"The gods who created the world are never satisfied, so there is reincarnation. 'Four Tigers', 'Four Winds', 'Four Rains', 'Four Waters', the four suns have already set, and the fifth sun is about to rise! Death! The flames of the gods burned to death the bodies of the gods; the new flames gave birth to a new master god!  …”

"Ah! Ah! I look up at the sun in the sky, I see the cocoa tree crashing down, I see the upside down! Divine blood is flowing everywhere, and the humble moths are high! ... Ah! Ah! The end of reincarnation is in the dark This is the twilight of the gods, and it is the end of the gods! The demons of the volcano rule the earth, without the guidance of the holy priests, the world of death is coming! Boundless blood, endless sacrifices, heads are piled up into hills, corpses into oceans..."

"Huh! The world of death?"

Shilot sneered, killing intent in his eyes.

He looked at the struggles of the holy city priests before they died, and his heart rose with joy, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. But, it's not enough, it's not enough!

"That is my dearest relative, and the person in this world who taught me and raised me... Now, he is dead, dead here... All of you, you must be buried with him!"

The king's heart is now as solid as blood-red corundum, and as cold as the glaciers of a sacred mountain. He glanced at the sunset that was about to fall, and waved the flag impatiently, unwilling to wait.

"Longbow personal guard, come in and shoot!"

A thousand longbow warriors put on bronze armor and held long bows, and walked quickly to within sixty paces of the inner city wall. The sparse feathered arrows shot from the city head, but almost no armor was broken. The bow warriors bowed their heads slightly, raised their big bows diagonally, aimed a little, and shot suddenly!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The fierce rain of arrows roared away and fell into the defenders at the head of the city, bringing out a wailing. Dozens of Cholula warriors fell to the ground with arrows, and several priests died on the spot.

The priests and elders suddenly panicked, surrounded by family warriors, they hurriedly retreated from the city head. The leader of the priests, Petel, also stopped the sacrifice dance, and was set up by the family warriors and escorted away. On the city wall where the arrows staggered, only War Elder Wizier remained. He was wearing leather armor, holding a large shield, and under the cover of many warriors, he worked hard to stand at the top of the city.

Ten rounds of arrow rain passed, and the sun set on the mountain peak, announcing the end of the day. Shulot ordered a thousand guards to block the city wall and patrolled all night, alerting the priests of the holy city to escape. The remaining warriors lit fires and camped in the outer city to rest. Hundreds of Turks pioneers began to make ladders, but they did not rest for a moment.

The long night passed in a flash. On the Great Pyramid, the sanctuary of priests was brightly lit all night. First, the laughter of the priests and elders, the coquettish laughter and cries of young girls, and then the screams of women and the wild laughter of the elders, I don't know what happened.

Shulot's face was calm and he didn't care. No matter how desperate these so-called "gods" indulge and do, they are only destined to die!

On the second day, the Yuyan Corps and the Guaquili Corps dispatched messengers at the same time to report back to His Royal Highness. The vanguard of the two armies had entered the outer city of Cholula and captured hundreds of the city-state nobles and priests who had fled.

The king waved the red flag icy cold, and under the city wall outside the pyramid, there were hundreds of more "dignified" corpses. Then, the longbow warriors came out and shot the seven-meter-high city head. The Guard warriors set up a few ladders and started the siege on the first day.

Two thousand Cholula warriors shouted the slogans of the gods, shooting arrows, throwing spears, throwing stones, fighting, and dying. Their numbers dwindled rapidly, and five or six hundred were killed on the first day. But under the baptism of faith from childhood to adulthood, the will of the defenders is extremely tenacious, and there is no trace of retreat.

The king's face is like an iceberg, and he continues to adjust the army, strengthen the suppression of bows and arrows, and make cloud ladders day and night. More and more Mexica legions came together, and most of the outer city was pacified.

Except for the war elders~www.readwn.com~, the rest of the priests and elders never appeared in the city. On the huge and majestic Great Pyramid, the smoke of the gods swirls around day and night, and the hilarity is endless, as if out of the earthly kingdom of God.

On the third day, three Mexican legions entered the city from three sides at the same time. The Cholula warriors defended hard for half a day, and finally at sunset, they lost the most aggressive Nancheng. Immediately afterwards, the defenders of Dongcheng also disintegrated, and the black wolf Toltec, with red eyes, put on his armor, rushed into the city, and rushed towards the Great Pyramid.

Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, and the brutal slaughter began. The cries of fear in the city turned into howls of despair, the howls turned into screams of wounded, the screams turned into groans of dying, and the groans finally fell silent... Another long and cold night, merciless darkness pouring in from all sides, Cover all the corpses and drown the boundless blood.

Shirot lowered his eyes and sat cross-legged outside the city. He quietly watched the killing inner city, and his heart longing for death was finally satisfied by life. It was not until the morning of the fourth day, when the dawn was lit from the sky, that he stood up, put down the divine scepter in his hand, and pulled out the obsidian dagger.

Because, the priests and elders of Cholula have been captured by the guard warriors. And the final sacrifice must be done by his own hands!