Aztec Eternals

Time is always elusive, and its speed changes with the feelings of the human heart. In the silent tent, it seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a century.

Kuluka was lying on the ground, like a weed swaying in the wind, trembling weakly. Facing the scorching sun in the sky, what can the weeds on the ground say? He just lost moisture and vitality under the scorching.

There was silence for a moment. Then, on the stone pedestal in the center of the big tent, there was a resounding sound again.

Only then did Kuluka speak with difficulty, trying to keep a calm answer:

"Your Royal Highness, I am an excellent samurai and an excellent commander. I am familiar with the geographical environment, I am good at judging the situation, and can lead the army to fight for you. I have keen observation skills and can grasp the When the time is favorable, I can serve as your staff. I am also good at mathematics, and I know civil engineering. I can manage the craftsmen for you.

I am a civilian samurai. I understand the thoughts of ordinary samurai, care about their lives, and get along well with the militiamen. The soldiers in the camp recognized me and supported me. I also became a temporary commander for this..."

Shulot listened to Kuluka's self-recommendation with great interest, and quietly observed his friend on the stone seat.

I saw Avette's brows slightly frowned, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the corners of his mouth tightened slightly. He, who was familiar with his friends, immediately determined that Avit was completely moved by a certain sentence from Kuluka.

Kuluka didn't dare to look up. Without noticing it, he continued the life-and-death interview:

"I was born into a family of ordinary samurai. My grandfather followed the great Montezuma I and became a military aristocrat by virtue of his military exploits. My father followed the Assaya cartel and died of illness in the rainforest of the south. The military aristocracy could not Inheritance, father and I are just ordinary civilian warriors.

Civilian warriors are very tough. It was not until I was in my thirties that I was lucky enough to become a military aristocrat. I don't want my children and grandchildren to keep repeating this hard struggle. As long as you promise me the inheritance of the second-class hereditary nobles, I swear to the sun **** Huizilopochtli: I will always be loyal to you in this life and never betray! ..."

Shirou nodded slightly, the military nobles are the dividing line between the commoners and the nobles. As a civilian, Kuluka can be promoted to a military noble in his early thirties, which is actually enough to prove his excellent ability and flexibility in handling things. First-class military nobles are like knights, with some land and privileges.

The second-class hereditary nobles are between viscounts and barons. The so-called hereditary word refers to the inheritance of the privilege of future generations. Once you become a hereditary aristocrat, you will enter the great aristocratic class that rests with the country. The difficulty of this threshold can be imagined.

Hearing Kuluka's self-bidding price, Avit said nothing.

The majestic king just turned his face slightly, no longer looked at Kuluka, and then gently swept the back of his hand out.

The guards immediately understood. Two tall jaguar warriors stepped forward again, and one grabbed one of Kuluka's arms, just like grabbing a monkey before execution, and dragged it directly outside the tent.

Kuluka struggled fiercely, but couldn't break free from the grasp of the jaguar warrior. The desire to survive caused him to speak at the fastest speed, exhausting all the strength of his life, shouting out the truest voice:

"Tisock is nothing but an old jaguar! The siege failed, and he has deserted his family! His weakness is so obvious that he can no longer scare the beasts and drive coyotes like me. The camp is lost, and all that awaits him is Death!"

Avette turned his face again, his eyes sharp as an eagle. He looked carefully at Kuluka's expression. The guards immediately stopped and left Kuluka at the gate of life and death.

Kuluka took a deep breath, he sacrificed everything, and shouted again to the king on the stone seat:

"You are the young jaguar, the new king of the Mexican jungle, full of wisdom and strength! I am willing to be your war dog, driven by you, chasing grass rats and hares, and slaying the running deer, until I die in you Before getting old!"

Avette's eyes took some scrutiny. With the familiar tacit understanding, the young man felt that his friend's killing intent was weakening.

"If you are willing to be a condor, to fly into the vast sky, over the jungles and mountains of Mexica, to be above the tribes of Mexico! Then I am your most loyal arm, your wolf pack, for you Kill the jaguars and bears, and spread the glory of the patron saint all over the plateau! For the rest of your life, as long as the condor doesn't fall to the ground, the coyote is no threat!"

Kuluka's face flushed. Between life and death, his heart was beating violently, with deep fear on his face, and an inexplicable excitement, even waving his arms unconsciously.

Shilot observed the movements and expressions of the simple warrior. Well, the stimulation is too strong, the adrenaline is secreted rapidly, and it will definitely lose strength after a while.

"How can there be absolute loyalty in this world? My loyalty depends only on you! Great Teratoani, great future king!"

Kuluka tried his best to say the last word. Immediately, it was completely drained, like a dehydrated fish, hanging on the arm of the jaguar warrior.

The young man smiled silently. Not bad, no matter how excited he was, Kuluka didn't completely lose his mind, and he had a strong desire to survive.

Avit pondered slightly, then smiled softly: "Condor, coyote? It's a good eloquence."

Then, he made a sign to bring it over. The guards brought Kuluka back to the place again. As soon as their hands were released, Kuluka slipped off. Like broken withered grass, he slanted to the ground, leaving only half of his face exposed to the sharp gaze.

Shulot thought quickly. He could always feel Avit's killing intent towards Kuluka. Where does this constant killing come from? He remembered that when the killing intent was at its peak, Kuluka said that he was elected as the commander by the camp.

The young man immediately had a bit of a sudden realization: Avette has always liked both kindness and kindness. This time it was a peaceful capture of the camp, generously promised to the samurai. Favor is already there, but majesty is not enough. In order to quickly establish his prestige, Kuluka was chosen to kill the chicken for monkeys.

Because Kuluka was both supported by some soldiers and served as a camp commander, staying in the camp was always a hidden danger. The fateful battle is imminent, and friends are not prepared to leave any potential unsettling factors behind. Even if there is only a slight possibility, they would rather kill them.

"Whoever kills one person and the three armies are shaken, kill it; reward one who makes ten thousand people happy." An ancient Chinese saying appeared in the young man's mind.

Talent is rare. If you wait any longer, Kuluka will still die. Xiulote thought about it and decided to save people.

"Avit." There was a happy smile on the boy's face. "Although this Kuluka is only a commoner, he is a rare talent. Since he understands mathematics and is good at civil engineering, let him join my team of craftsmen. I He will be taken with him at any time, and Bertard will keep him under strict watch."

"Now that we have 30,000 warriors and nearly 30,000 militiamen, the next step is to win!" Speaking of which, the joy finally came from the heart, and the boy's face was filled with joy.

Avette on the stone seat looked at the boy, his icy gaze finally softened. The ruthlessness of the king was temporarily replaced by the gentleness of a friend. He smiled slightly and nodded to Shuluo.

After pondering for a moment, the cold and majestic voice sounded again: "Kuluka, do you still want to become a second-level hereditary noble?"

Kuluka on the ground just barely recovered from the loss of strength. He knelt down hard, and when he heard the question, he nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head desperately.

A chuckle sounded from the stone seat, followed by an unquestionable order: "Kuluka, from now on, you must dedicate your loyalty to the priest of Shilot. The condor will never allow the betrayal of the dog, even if he has such thoughts. , also means death! Do your part, UU read www.uukanshu.com Before you die, I will allow you to inherit the inheritance of the nobility!"

Kuluka bowed respectfully again: "Obey your will, great Grand Tratoani!" With his head buried deep on the ground, he let out an inaudible sigh, his life was finally saved.

Immediately, Avit waved his hand again. The guards stepped forward and took Kuluka down. When passing by Shilot, Kuluka tried to squeeze out a sincere smile: "Salute to you, merciful Lord Priest."

The young man nodded lightly and smiled gently.

Avit looked majestically around the generals, and gave the command for a decisive battle: "Return to the camp tonight to prepare, and start tomorrow. Thirty thousand warriors set off to go to the mountain camp in the west, waiting for our final prey! Roar!"

The generals in the tent responded in unison, and the battle roar was like the howling of a pack of wolves. The confidence in winning the decisive battle and the desire for future glory all turned into a raging fighting spirit, burning in the eyes of everyone, and roaring in the chest of the samurai.

At this moment, being infected by the warm atmosphere, Shirot couldn't help but let out a long roar, full of enthusiasm!

Then, the ruthlessness of the king came again.

"Ktoko disobeyed my order and didn't ask to open the camp gate. He must be punished. Tomorrow morning, when the army gathers, take his flag and pass on the leader of the three armies!"

Shulot bowed his head slightly. The decisive battle is imminent, and if you want to use both kindness and power, you can only use the head of a person. Now that the simple warrior Kuluka has been saved, let's use the great noble Kotoko to deal with it.

"All the generals obey the order: there is no victory or defeat in this battle, this is the will of God, and it cannot be violated!"

Avet stood up and raised his divine scepter high again, like an incarnation of a god.

The people in the tent suddenly fell silent. The generals bowed down in unison, and once again agreed with a bang. They are welcoming the new scorching sun to replace the afterglow of the old days!