Aztec Eternals

"Praise the Lord God! She guides us on the road after death and bestows invincible divine power!... In the holy crusade, dedicate myself to the Lord God!..."

The fanatical prayers of the war priests sounded before the scattered formation of the throwing vanguards, symbolizing the will of the gods and kings. Hundreds of pioneer warriors looked solemn, raised their heads to face the dark clouds in the sky, and prayed in unison.

"Praise the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"

Then, the divine power **** were taken out of the wooden box and held tightly in the arms of the pioneer warriors, as if they were holding the gift of the gods. The war priests shouted loudly and hoarsely.

"Fire!...Dedicated to the Lord! Fight for the King!"

"Dedicated to the Lord! Fight for the King!"

The vanguard warriors expressed their will to die and shouted wildly. Only the most devout warriors can gain the glory of using the orb of power. Their voices resounded through the sky, and could be clearly heard even on the battlefield where artillery fire roared, arrows flew, and the sound of fighting continued.

"Huh? What is that?"

Cloud Snake Hunter Travert stood on the east wall, looking in the direction from which the shout came.

I saw more than 100 loosely formed Mexica warriors lining up 200 paces away from the city wall. Behind them is a second team of warriors of the same number. In front of them are two dozen war priests leading the prayers. In their arms, they all held a rather heavy ceramic ball. When the priests had prayed, they held torches and set them on the clay balls. Afterwards, these bizarre Mexica warriors, like hares chased by jaguars, hugged the smoking pottery ball tightly, and charged desperately to the tree snake city wall!

"Dedicate yourself to God!"

The frenzied shouts approached quickly, with the ominousness of the time before death. Travit pursed his lips and stared solemnly at the rushing warrior.

"Smoky clay balls...I think I've heard of it somewhere...they are..."

Thinking of this, Travit's expression suddenly changed. He immediately took out his big bow, aimed at the fast approaching enemy, and shouted sharply.

"Quick! Quick! Shoot them!"

"Whizzing!"

The speed of the enemy's charge was extremely fast, and the formation was extremely loose. The Cloud Snake Hunter shot two arrows in a row before killing a vanguard warrior near the city wall.

The smoking pottery ball fell from the warrior's hands and rolled out of the city wall. The nearby bronze-armored archers immediately retreated, nervous and flustered. And most of the vanguard warriors have already come to the foot of the city wall. They quickly climbed the ladder, and before they reached the top of the city, some warriors held up the pottery **** and threw them on the city wall.

"His...hiss..."

The pottery ball rolled down the top of the city, making a slight hiss, and landed at the feet of the crowded defenders. A ceramic ball was smoking lightly and landed not far in front of Travert. The brave cloud snake hunter was a big policeman in his heart, and immediately took a few steps back and directly grabbed a city-state militiaman to block in front of him.

"...hiss..."

It was quiet for a moment, as if even the wind had stopped. Then, the coming of destruction!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A terrifying explosion erupted on the east city wall, forming a thunderous thunder that shook the world. More than 30 pottery pears exploded at the top of the city, igniting a large flame and sending out pungent black smoke. Fireballs ignited on the top of the city, and the sharp pottery shards flew like blades! Within two steps, whether it is a warrior in leather armor or a militia in civilian clothes, they will all die instantly!

"boom!..."

The sound of the explosion came close, pouring straight into the ears, causing the people to feel dizzy. The breath of the volcano is pungent, with a pungent smell, and it is abnormally hot.

Travertine was shaken by the sound, his feet trembling, and his footing was unsteady. He just fell to the ground with his buttocks, and even put his hands on the ground, coughing again and again. After a few breaths, he regained his senses a little, and felt a damp heat on his hands, but when he barely looked up, his hands were full of bright red!

"Cloud snake! Bless me!"

The brave cloud snake hunter trembled in his heart, and his back was cold. If you are killed by this monster's weapon, there is no glory at all, and you don't even know whether your soul will fly to the kingdom of God or be dragged into the abyss! He immediately groped repeatedly on his body, but found no serious wounds. He looked more closely, and it turned out that it was the militiamen who had just blocked in front of him, and his neck was cut by the flying pottery shards.

"Ok?"

Above the hill, King Avet frowned, looking at the city in a state of turmoil, showing dissatisfaction in his expression. He had been watching the throwing of the Vanguard Samurai, but the explosion just now...

"Why didn't most Taoli pear explode?!"

The guards on the left and right looked at each other, but no one answered for a while. After more than ten breaths, the war priest who accompanied the army fell to his knees and scolded the king in fear.

"Your Majesty! The sphere of divine power uses the power of earth, fire and death! The craftsmen extracted the essence of the dead from the abyss and ignited it with flames, attracting the attention of the volcano **** of death... But now is the wet rainy season, The rain **** controls everything between heaven and earth, suppressing the divine power of the volcano **** of death. She weakens the power of the explosion, and even misfires..."

Hearing the priest's explanation, Avit nodded and his expression softened a little. He looked at the front of the formation, the second team of one hundred pioneer warriors was shouting the slogan of the gods, launching a decisive charge! The samurai first climbed the city, and once again threw this powerful, but extremely unstable, orb of divine power.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A thunderous explosion sounded again at the top of the city, bringing roaring, flames, smoke and death!

Most of the divine power **** were misfired in the rainy season, quietly parked at the feet of the defenders, spreading unknown terror. There were also some divine power **** that exploded in advance, directly blowing the pioneer warrior holding the pottery ball into pieces of rags. However, even if only one-third of the divine power ball exploded in the defenders at the head of the city, it was enough to destroy the remaining morale of the defenders and break the shaky hearts!

Because, in the cruel siege battle these days, the defenders of Tree Snake City had already reached their limit, and they were only one last thunder blow!

"Ah! It's the thunder of the **** of war! The **** of war is coming, and it will destroy us!"

"God of hunting! I beseech you, grant divine power and save us!"

"No, no! This is the demon of the underground volcano!"

The people of Tlaxcala also believe in gods and fear demons. Faced with such an unknown and mysterious force, the warriors and militiamen at the city head suddenly fell into complete panic. The chaotic and fearful shouts were intertwined everywhere, like a crowd of people fleeing and hitting the city head, all in chaos. UU reading www.uukanshu. com And the sharper sound is a hysterical, panic-stricken howl after a complete collapse!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!..."

"This... what is this?"

On the towering pyramid temple, the tree snake city lord Okot's expression changed greatly, and he looked at the chaos at the top of the east city wall in panic. At this critical siege moment, such chaos was enough to destroy the entire city-state. His hands and feet were trembling, he screamed and gave orders to the guards.

"Quick! Quick! Let the Cloud Snake Priest go to the city to appease people's hearts!..."

"Okay! That's it!"

Southeastern hills, under the banner of the Evil Spirit Commander, King Avit no longer waits. Without hesitation, he waved the flag in his hand, pointed to the east city wall, and shouted loudly.

"God bless! My eagle warriors! Go, take this city for me, take the capital of the Tlaxcalans, and win the greatest glory in the Eastern Crusade!"

"Blessed by the Lord! Praise my king! Roar!"

The most elite eagle warriors of the thousand alliance have long been lined up on the side and have been preparing for a long time. They all wore heavy cloth armor of more than 40 kilograms, held large shields and short axes, and wore bronze helmets and eagle feathers, which were particularly eye-catching. At this moment, they made a neat and low cry, like an indestructible torrent, charging towards the city!