Aztec Eternals

The clouds dissipated, and the night fell. The moonlight fell like water, spreading a cold brilliance, illuminating the continuous Mexican military camp outside the tree snake city, like a giant snake that wants to bite. The big and small flags of the Mexica nobles fluttered high, like the wings of a giant snake, which could not be seen in the shadows. And the bonfires lit everywhere in the camp, like the shining scales on a giant snake, danced with murderous intent.

"Ow! Woo!..."

The night was deep, and the boiling roars and howls suddenly sounded from the Mexican military camp. Immediately afterwards, the city-state warriors cried out hoarsely.

"Ah! Ah! The immortal sun has set!..."

"Sacrifice for the elders, avenge the high priest!..."

"Kill! Kill! Capture the Tree Snake City and kill all the Tlaxcalans!..."

"Ow! Woo!..."

The terrifying cries shook the field, like rolling thunder, and spread far into the distance. And the same shout seemed to sound far away in the direction of Northeast White Snake City. The thunder of the night carried an elegy, flowing in the mighty long wind, and fell into the hearts of tens of thousands of people!

"Kick kick dong..."

Dozens of elite Tlaxcala warriors, wearing leather armor with a tree-snake pattern, quickly climbed the tower and spread out their vigilance on both sides. Then, a respected middle-aged goddess, wearing a long feather crown, an obsidian necklace around his neck, a cloak with tree patterns, and a jade scepter, hurried over. He ascended to the top of the city with a worried expression on his face.

"What's the matter?! Why are the Mexicans making a noise all of a sudden?"

The middle-aged goddess stood at the head of the city, looking at the Mexican barracks in the east, only to hear cries like madness.

The Mexica warriors in the battalion seemed to be in great grief. The voice was like a wounded pack of wolves, wailing constantly at the moon. And he looked at the flag of the coach in the Mexica military camp. Under the faint moonlight, a pattern of a tree was revealed, which was the Acid Wood Legion of Tepanica Pampang.

"Who is the noble stationed at the head of the city tonight? Let him hurry up and report back!"

Hearing this, the tree snake guards left quickly. In less than a quarter of an hour, a hereditary nobleman with a big bow on his back and thick eyebrows appeared in front of the middle-aged goddess, kneeling respectfully and saluting.

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"Respected tree snake gods, Okot city master! Cloud snake hunter Travito, salute you!"

Hearing the title of "Cloud Snake Hunter", the tree snake city master Ocott looked solemn. Cloud Snake is the incarnation of the God of Hunting, and the hunters who can be named after Cloud Snake are the top bow and arrow masters! He bowed his head slightly, nodding to Travito. Then, the noble tree snake goddess asked in a deep voice, with urgency in his voice.

"Travito, what happened in the Mexican barracks? Why are they screaming like this, even a little crazy?"

"City Lord, I listened to the city for a long time, and then looked at the actions of the Mexica warriors..."

Cloud Snake Hunter TraVito looked thoughtful and told it frankly.

"They shouted that the sun had fallen and sacrificed for revenge... It seems that there are extremely noble descendants of the sun gods who have gone to the kingdom of God!"

"Ah?! Sun God, fallen?"

Hearing this, Ocott's expression changed and he let out a low voice. There was a hint of hope on his face.

"Could it be that King Avit is dead? If so, the Mexicans will withdraw from the city without their leader!"

"...City Lord, it shouldn't be."

Travito thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Outside the east city is the city-state legion of the Mexicans. If the king who has been on the throne for a few years goes to the kingdom of God, they will not be so sad!"

"Uh..."

Okot was speechless for a moment, but that was the truth. The city-state legions in various places are the private soldiers of various nobles, and they are directly loyal to the big nobles in the city-state, not the top alliance leader. This is basically the case for all the ministries in the world, except for the former Tarasco Kingdom.

Since King Avit of Mexica ascended the throne, he has strictly centralized power and suppressed local city-states. Although he is famous, he is aggressive, making the great nobles who have suffered losses dissatisfied. If he really died in the Eastern Expedition... I am afraid that the nobles and warriors of the city-state legion will only secretly celebrate, and will never be so sad.

"Well...except for the Grand Tratoani of the Mexicans, who else can be called the sun? Even His Highness the God of Death in the south can't afford this title now..."

"City Lord, I vaguely hear that the word 'Wei Wei' appears repeatedly..."

"Wei Wei? Dear elder?"

Hearing this, the tree snake city lord Ocott was stunned. He thought for a moment, and his face showed an unbelievable look.

"Ah! Could it be? Could it be!... Him?"

"Probably!"

Travito looked serious and nodded earnestly.

"Only He, who established the Mexica Alliance with his own hands, will make the Mexica nobles and warriors of all states reverence and worship from their hearts!"

"Ah this!..."

The tree snake city lord Ocott's expression changed, his thoughts turned sharply, and he almost forgot. In the past forty years, he has been listening to that name, all the way from childhood to middle age. That name had been around for so long, it had become almost an immortal imprint, a living deity. And once such a sun falls...

"Kill! Kill! Capture the tree snake city, sacrifice them for the immortal sun!..."

The shouts of the Mexica warriors resounded from the barracks again, like thunder. This time, their shouts were so clear that they almost reached the ears of everyone in the city!

"what!"

City Lord Okote shuddered. There was a hint of fear on his face, and he whispered to himself.

"This... these bloodthirsty and crazy Mexicas!... After that, I'm afraid it will be a siege that is not afraid of life and death, a sacrifice to sacrifice the gods..."

"City Lord! The next Mexican Legion's offensive will definitely be fiercer than ever before! If you stick to the defense and are passively beaten, no matter how strong the city is, it will definitely not be able to defend!"

Travito gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and spoke up. He held the short dagger at his waist, and his eyes showed ruthlessness.

"Respected gods of tree snakes, the war opportunity is fleeting. Taking advantage of the grief of the Mexicans tonight, we must take the initiative to attack! Please give me five hundred elite warriors who can fight at night, follow me out of the camp, and my heart is shaken by night attack. The Mexica!"

"Huh?! Are you going to attack the enemy camp at night?"

Hearing this, the expression of the city lord of Okote changed. He clenched his divine scepter, thought for a while, and asked in a low voice.

"Travito, how sure are you?"

"City lord, go out of the city to attack at night, and attack the crowd with less, just like a cougar living alone, raiding a ferocious wolf pack, it's a matter of life and death!"

Travito straightened up, pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and pointed to the military camp outside the city.

"The tactics of the Mexica City-State Legion were originally surrounded by militiamen and guarded by the warriors. The warriors were the core of the city-state army, and the militiamen were just a steady stream of consumables. The camp is as motionless as a mountain and can be attacked at any time. They will use the lives of the militia to consume the enemy's physical strength, disrupt the opponent's formation, and exchange for an opportunity to attack the enemy's warriors!"

Hearing this, Okot nodded slightly. The Tlaxcalans have been at war with the Mexicans for decades, and they are all too familiar with such tactics. But the Mexica warriors were indeed ruthless, tough and fierce, and it was difficult to really defeat them.

"But tonight is different! The Mexica warriors are grief-stricken and frantic, on the verge of chaos. When they are exhausted and rested, I will lead an elite raid! Even if the losses are heavy, the victory will definitely be achieved, and the opponent's warriors will be truly killed!"

Travito said this, with a glint in his eyes. He knelt down again and bowed to the noble tree-serpent godling.

"Respected gods, please give me five hundred warriors! If I can't defeat the enemy army, I'd rather die outside the city!"

Okot stared at the heroic cloud snake hunter, into his bright, determined eyes. After a while, he nodded heavily.

"Okay!...Travito, my warrior, I will give you five hundred tree snakes to protect you! The supreme cloud snake protects you!...I only have one request, you must come back alive!"

"The supreme cloud snake, bless us!"

Hearing this, Travito was refreshed, and his heart was full of pride. He fell to the ground, knocked three times heavily, and swore in a deep voice.

"Respected gods! I will fight to the death outside the city, defeat the Mexica warriors, and bring you a glorious victory!"

City Lord Okote nodded silently, stretched out his hand, and shook Travito's hair. Then, he took off his tree snake cloak and draped it over Travito himself. The heroic cloud snake hunter looked excited and bowed down again. The two personal guards, wearing jade seals, moved forward in a low-key manner, and went to the city to transfer troops.

A quarter of an hour later, five hundred elite tree snake warriors, wearing tree-patterned leather armor and holding obsidian battle sticks, gathered under the city wall. Travito, wearing a noble tree-patterned cloak, silently raised his battle stick, and walked in front of the tree snake warriors.

"Blessed by the cloud snake! For the sake of the sacred blood, fight to the death!"

"Blessed by the cloud snake! A decisive battle!"

The tree snake warriors responded in a low voice, their eyes burning with fighting intent. They were Okot's personal guard, nurtured from generation to generation, the most loyal and warlike elite in the city. And only the real elite, UU reading www.uukanshu. com can carry out difficult night raids.

Travito walked over and saw these elite tree snake warriors, and felt a little confident. Afterwards, he came to the city gate, sat down with his legs crossed, closed his eyes, and waited quietly under the city.

The five hundred tree snake warriors looked towards the city head, the noble god-born Okot stood still, staring calmly outside the city, like a statue. The cries from outside the city were faintly heard, still as mournful as howling wolves. The tree snake warriors also sat down one after another, cultivating their spirits and accumulating their fighting strength.

"Ow! Hoo!...hoo..."

It was not until dawn came and the deepest darkness came, that the mexican barracks gradually fell silent. The grieving warriors of the city-state were tired and had rested one after another. Only a few patrolling teams were still wandering outside the city.

"It's almost, it's now!"

In the still wind, Travito suddenly opened his eyes. Then, he stood up abruptly, waved his stick, and gave orders to the guards at the city gate.

"Open the city gate! Warriors of the **** of hunting, join me in battle! The cloud snake bless the warriors!"

"Blessed by the cloud snake!"

But after more than ten breaths, under the busyness of the defenders at the top of the city, the tree snake city gate, which had been closed for many days, suddenly opened with a "squeak... ah", revealing the dark city gate! And behind the city gate, there are countless figures of warriors suddenly emerging.

Travito, wearing a cloak, carrying a big bow, and holding a battle club, jumped out of the city gate first. The five-hundred tree snake warrior sticks lowered and followed closely behind. They didn't light any torches, and they didn't make the slightest cry, just like the silent tree snakes, opening their poisonous mouths, and pounced fiercely and fiercely at the Mexican military camp outside the city! Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!