Aztec Eternals

The wailing of the militia, surrounded by the pyramid, was like a flock of dying crows. The cries of the warriors came from the city wall, mixed with the more and more fanatical cheers of the Mexicans, announcing the fall of the city-state. The sky is a low-hanging cloud, and the earth is a blood-colored city. Between the sky and the earth, is the towering pyramid temple, the most sacred residence of the **** of hunting.

"Huh? Chichipati..."

Hearing Travito's cry, Ocott finally looked away from the golden statue adorned with gems. He looked gloomy, looked at the heroic cloud snake hunter for a while, and sighed faintly.

"That's it! I was going to take them on the road together..."

"Homeowner?"

Izzy's eyes moved and he raised his head. He looked at the standing Okot, always ready to die for the master.

"Izz, Travito, you are all blessed by the cloud snake, maybe you can really break out of the siege."

In Ocott's eyes, there was a final expectation. He gave two orders to the guards, and someone brought out two men and one woman from the prayer room in the temple, and three young gods who were crying.

"My eldest son Omochi, second son Tohno, and youngest daughter Chichipati are all handed over to you. The rest of the tree snake guards are also handed over to you... Let's go! Take them and work hard Get out of town!"

Hearing this, Izzy's eyes once again shed tears. He knelt on the ground, facing Ocott, who was determined to live and die, and kowtowed both of his heads heavily, crying out in grief.

"Homeowner!..."

"Ugh, father..."

Travito glanced at the crying goddess girl, knelt on the ground, and bowed respectfully.

"father in law..."

"Father..."

"Blessed by the Lord!..."

The screams of the Mexica warriors were getting closer. Okot stood in the temple, watching two dark green torrents rushing towards the pyramid in the center from the east wall and the south wall respectively. He gritted his teeth, stopped looking at the children who were shouting in a low voice, and shouted sharply.

"Come on!"

Travito no longer hesitated and stood up immediately. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Chichipati, who was at a loss, and ran out of the temple to the bottom of the pyramid.

Izzy stood up and took the two older princes, who couldn't catch up. He ran to the bottom of the pyramid and called out to the cloud snake hunter while summoning the tree snake guards he brought back.

"Travito! Where are you going?"

"Itz, we each take the gods and act separately!"

Travito turned around and glanced at the two princes beside Izz, as well as the conspicuous brigade of warriors, and immediately made up his mind to part with them.

"If we can break out of the siege, we will reunite in the northern mountains!..."

The cloud snake hunter left the last sentence, and took a few warriors who followed and fled to the west city of the tree snake city. He figured out a way to get out of town from there.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Capture the gods and nobles in the city!"

The dead dog Kiki Mickey took thousands of royal warriors all the way through the East City, and soon came to the Pyramid Temple. Eagle warriors are all wearing heavy armor, it is difficult to fight for too long, and they are not suitable for pursuit. At this moment, the physical strength of these noble warriors was too great, and they all stayed under the city wall, and had to give the credit for capturing the gods in the city to the light-armored warriors in dark green battle suits.

"Ok?"

Kiki Mic narrowed his eyes and glanced at the hundreds of tree snake warriors who had just left, as if they were guarding some important characters. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and shouted sharply.

"Batch commander Mo Qihui, you lead three hundred warriors to pursue that enemy! Don't leave the gods and nobles of the Tlaxcalans!"

"Follow your orders, Legion Commander!"

Mo Qihui clenched her fist in her chest and bowed her head in a salute. He is the younger brother of Moseloki, and he is also a young confidant who was promoted by the king. Hearing the command of the legionnaire, he took three hundred leather armored warriors and hurriedly chased them away.

Kiki Mitch looked around and looked at the other scattered warriors fleeing, not paying attention at all. And most importantly... Kiki Mic raised his head and looked up at the towering pyramid temple with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"Others, follow me to the Temple of the God of Hunting! Praise the Lord God, who is supreme and majestic, above the gods!"

"Praise the Lord God, supreme and majestic, above the gods!"

Hundreds of Mexica warriors cheered wildly. Only with the blessing of the Lord God's belief did they dare to attack the residence of the gods. Kiki Mitch took the lead in climbing, and hundreds of warriors clenched their bronze spears and battle sticks and attacked the pyramid from all sides. Only by burning down the enemy's temple is the real conquest!

After a while, Tessie Whittaker came to the temple pyramid with dozens of acidwood guards, who also killed the fleeing defenders. His expression moved slightly, looking at the royal warriors who were attacking the pyramid temple, hesitating a little.

"The credit for capturing the temple...but it's not easy to fight for..."

Tessie Whittle pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. Then, he looked around, swept over the fleeing enemy in the distance, and suddenly his eyes narrowed! A familiar figure suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he was wearing that snake-patterned cloak!

"Go, follow me, and avenge the legion commander!"

Tessie Whitt, who was as burly as a rock, instantly turned red. He gritted his teeth and strode toward the west.

"Ah, the Mexicans are attacking!"

A young priest with blood on his body rushed into the main hall of the temple, shouting in a hurry.

"The guards of the temple are resisting, but not for long!"

"Well. My child, get ready..."

Cloud Serpent High Priest Truco looked calm and nodded. Then, he took a torch and lit the traditional wooden flag while smiling at Okot.

"Respected goddess city lord, we should go!"

"...Hey! The tribe has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the cloud snake has been worshipped for hundreds of years, and it will be cut off today!..."

Okot was silent for a moment, and let out a long sigh. He watched the raging flames rising in the temple, and the golden idols, shining in the fire. The warm heat flowed quickly, like the hug of the mother in memory, but it had a pungent volcanic atmosphere. At this moment of life and death, he couldn't help lowering his eyes and tremblingly asked the High Priest of Cloud Snake.

"High Priest Truko, after we die, can we really go to the Divine Kingdom of the God of Hunting?"

Hearing this questioning about the shaking of faith, Truco looked at the other party deeply and smiled.

"can!"

"tick...tick...tick tick..."

The flames of the temple had just risen, but the dark clouds in the sky suddenly sank, and raindrops fell. But after a while, the raindrops suddenly became heavier, as if the blessing of the cloud snake was late, pouring down from the kingdom of God!

"Whoa! Whoa! ..."

"Ah! This, this rain? This heavy rain?!... God of hunting, if you can count a few minutes in the morning, the fate of Tree Snake City..."

Ocott suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide, feeling the raindrops falling from the sky, and couldn't help but burst into tears. The raindrops quickly became dense and turned into heavy downpours, with the mighty power of the rainy season. The fire at the temple shook in the shower, then slowly dwindled. Seeing that, in less than a quarter of an hour, the fire will be completely extinguished.

"Kill! Praise the Lord God! Catch them!"

With a **** hatchet in hand, Chichimitch hurried up to the temple, slashing the young priest down with one axe. He was wet from the rain, and his hair was tangled together like a wild savage. At this moment, he glanced at the feather crests and costumes of the two in the temple hall, and his face suddenly showed joy.

"Haha! God-born nobles, high priests! They are the most noble sacrifices!"

"Ok?..."

Seeing the Mexica warriors who entered the temple, the High Priest of Truko did not hesitate, immediately pulled out the dagger and plunged it into his heart. If it falls into the hands of a Mexica priest and is fed with anesthetized knife water, life and death will be involuntary.

"Uh! Ho ho..."

"Damn!"

Kiki Mitch roared angrily, and glanced fiercely at the fallen old corpse. Pierced the heart, the blood is pouring, and it must be impossible to live.

These high-level priests who serve the gods are often more decisive than the aristocrats of the gods. They are rarely captured by the alliance and are the rarest sacrifices. It's a pity... the commander of the dead dog sprinted for a few steps, raised the hatchet, and turned the blunt side with precision, just slapped hard.

"Hahaha! God of hunting! Why is your blessing so late? Ah?...Ugh!"

Okot cried and laughed, looked up at the rain clouds in the sky, and let out hysterical shouts. Then, he was slapped by Kiki Mitch, hit his forehead hard, and fell directly to the ground.

"Bah, what a shit! The Lord God is in charge of everything, and rain is also the Lord God's will!"

Kikimitch let out a "bah", took out the rope from the back waist, and tied Ocott's hands with his own hands. He smiled, looking at the white teeth of the tree snake city lord, and the snake pattern costume, and asked excitedly.

"Who are you?"

"...I am the leader of the Tlaxcalans, the glorious tree serpent, the lord of Okotruko, the elder Okot!...uh...uuuu..."

"Haha! Good, good! What a big fish!"

Kiki Mickey laughed out loud~www.readwn.com~ directly tore Ocott's Chinese clothes, tore off a piece of cotton cloth, and stuffed it in the opponent's mouth.

"Assemble the warriors and take good care of this guy! Send messengers, go and repay the king! ... The most sacred sacrifice of the Eastern Expedition has fallen into our hands! Haha!"

The cheerful laughter echoed in the Temple of the God of Hunting, accompanied by the pattering rain, like an uninhibited movement. Under the towering pyramid, there are screams of escape and screams of dying. The Mexica warriors cheered, chased in the heavy rain, slaughtered ruthless enemies, captured prisoners, scavenged fortunes, and enjoyed the joy of the victor!

The same sound falls in the ears of different people, but it is a completely different feeling. Ocott listened to the laughter of the Mexica warriors, looked at the rapid and heavy rain in the sky, and closed his eyes sadly. At this moment, he shed tears and prayed sincerely in his heart, not for the tens of thousands of people in the city, but only for his three favorite children.

"God of hunting, I am willing to give my life, I beseech you, and give me the last blessing! At the end of the world, please let the blood of the tree snake escape and continue in the world..."

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