Aztec Eternals

The red sun hangs down the west mountain, and the dark clouds float from the east. Seeing, another heavy rain is coming. August is the peak of the plateau rainy season, with impermanent rainstorms and few sunny days, making large-scale military operations difficult. August is also a busy farming season, and early-ripening pumpkins are about to be harvested. For a year's livelihood, Dingkou of various ministries has to be busy in the fields, and it is difficult to participate in military mobilization.

In general, in the Central American world where all the ministries are chaotic and fighting year after year, the hot August is a rare month of peace. At least, that has been the case for thousands of years.

"Naxiu, what day is today?"

Shulot sat cross-legged on the carpet of the stone hall. He drank a bowl of sweet pumpkin soup and nibbled on two fluffy tortillas. Then, he pushed aside a freshly boiled turkey egg, tasted the familiar and rare egg taste, and exhaled with satisfaction, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

The samurai chief Bertard also sat next to the king, gulps of soup cakes, but no turkey eggs.

Well, there is no doubt that in this era, turkey eggs are also a precious ingredient, and only the great nobles can enjoy them. A turkey of the right age will only lay an egg or two a week, even if food is plentiful. The vast majority of turkey eggs are hatched to produce the same lack of meat.

On the other hand, hens in the Old World are much more productive and can lay eggs every day to provide more protein output. The difference is not only the difference between the species itself, but also the difference in domestication time.

"His Royal Highness, today is the Crocodile Moon and Eight Rabbit Day. Goddess of the Earth bestows her blessings. This is an auspicious birth day!"

Naxiu swayed her graceful figure, brought two cups of hibiscus tea, and handed them to the two of them respectively. She licked her lips, stretched out her long fingers, and gently touched His Highness's palm. Then, she winked like silk again, and sent two early-ripening avocados.

"...the original crocodile Tonacatkutli was the lord of nurture, the ancient **** of creation and fertility. In traditional mythology, the month of the crocodile was born from chaos and created order. The three creeds are language, agriculture and family. As for Rabbit Day, it is a symbol of self-sacrifice and transcendence, serving greater things, and a time of peaceful reproduction..."

"Well..."

The tip of Shilot's nose moved, and the palm of his hand softened. Then, a fragrant wind came, with a whisper of temptation, and it was close to his ear.

"My supreme master, on this holy day, your shadow Nunaxiu, I would like to dedicate myself to you!...Wow!"

"Uh!"

Hearing the charming fox's bark, Shiroute felt hot all over, quickly lowered his head, and took a sip of sweet and sour scented tea. After a few months of expedition, his body for a long time can't stand such provocation.

"Cough! The ninth flint year, the crocodile month, the eighth rabbit day..."

Sherlot diverted his attention with difficulty. He calmed his mind, meditated for a moment, and his expression became more solemn.

"Wow, today is August 9, 1488 AD!...Time flies, and the Tempon River flows eastward, it really doesn't stop for a moment!"

"Your Highness?"

"Naxiu, go down first! I still have something to discuss with the samurai chief."

"...Yes. Your Highness."

Naxiu pursed her lips, lowered her head, and cleaned up the dishes on the table. Hearing that the princess gave birth to a noble son, for some reason, she suddenly felt a desire in her heart. This longing is like a fertile field, longing for the rainstorm of the rainy season, and longing for the seeds of life.

What's more, the high priest in charge of the gods has already gone to the kingdom of God. There is no one who can control the will of His Highness...

"Well... these two avocados, take them too. Make them into puree, add some honey, and serve them with fresh cactus..."

Speaking of which, Shilot pondered for a while. Since the Eastern Expedition, he has always restrained himself, and his body couldn't help but want to eat. On a warm and humid rainy night, you can taste fresh and delicious honey fruit, enjoy the softness and smoothness...

The king raised his head again and looked at Naxiu's slightly exposed ups and downs, the arc of the kneeling sitting, and the watery eyes, and his heart became warm.

"...when it's done, send it to my bedroom. I've been a little hungry these two nights, like a jaguar."

"what!"

Hearing this, Naxiu raised her head and looked at His Highness in surprise, as if water were about to drip from her eyes. Because, she remembered with trembling body... Every time at the end, the defiant fox screaming "Wow" is always thrown down by the hungry jaguar. Weeping weakly.

"Listen to you... my highness~"

Naxiu's trembling footsteps, accompanied by her trembling voice, quickly disappeared outside the hall. Shiloh took a deep breath and suppressed his young and excited body. He looked at the spread out map of the world, and reconsidered the overall situation of the kingdom and the alliance.

"Bottard, Palms State has newly conquered thousands of Bosalos who migrated south, and has recovered to over 100,000 people. In the Palms Valley, which is directly under the kingdom, there are nearly 40,000 settled tribes! Although the northern tribes are poor, they are accustomed to fighting and killing. At this moment, the poet Balamo can also pull out a conscripted tribal army!"

"His Royal Highness, that's true. In the vast northern land, as long as there is food and property, and there are core warriors who are bombarded, it is not difficult to recruit tribal warriors. Now, the entire Palms State is under the control of the kingdom!"

"Um."

Shilot nodded knowingly. He looked towards the night in the north and fell into long thought.

Ten years ago, in the northern state of Palms, there were about 200,000 wasteland tribes, of which the Otomi people occupied the absolute majority. After two years of Tisok's campaign against the Otomi people, Palms State was severely damaged, and the population was reduced to 1340000. Desolation of farmland, burning of villages, and famine that followed, continued to reduce the strength of the Otomi tribe.

Therefore, when the cold wave came, the 100,000 migratory Guaquili dogs rushed south from the farther north, and the weak Palms State did not hold on for too long before it fell completely. The dog descendants who moved south were in short supply of food, and they killed all the way, which was equally tragic.

When the combined army of the Kingdom of the Lake and the Otomi people went north, routed and relocated the Guaquili tribes, there were only 80,000 people left in Palms State. Although the Otomi tribe is still the majority in the state, it no longer occupies the primary position, and is replaced by a new order dominated by the Kingdom of the Lake!

"His Royal Highness, UU reading www.uukanshu.com In the northern Xinjiang at this moment, the Mexican nobles are the ruling jaguars, the Otomi tribe is the breeding herd, the wasteland dogs are the wolves that obey orders, Prepecha The nobility is the monkey group of messengers... The arrangement three years ago has been in operation until now, and it is indeed stable! But to truly take root in the North and establish a long-term rule, it is necessary to further encourage tribal intermarriage, promote the belief in the Lord God, and move Bring in more Mexican immigrants!"

Hearing the words of the samurai chief, Shirot thought for a moment and nodded seriously. The northern wasteland is boundless, and the further north you go, the more limited the power the kingdom can project. The Palms Valley, which is directly under the kingdom, can be regarded as a preliminary exploration to establish wasteland rule.

In the newly established order in the north, a small number of Mexica nobles were the ruling core, while the subjugated Otomi tribe, the surrendered wasteland dogs, and the exiled Prepecha nobles formed the main body to be ruled.

The Otomi people are mainly engaged in farming, providing food and labor; the wasteland dog breeds are half-safari and half-farming, providing most of the military service; while the Prepecha nobles master numbers and calculations, and actually take the role of low-level officials. In the end, those who stand above the heads of the various tribes and take root among the people of each tribe are the priests of all levels dispatched by the center of the kingdom to spread the belief in the Lord God.

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