Aztec Eternals

The mountains are green, extending from east to west, like the double shells of shellfish, leaving only the narrow mouth of the valley in the northeast. At this moment, the hot wind came from the south, crossed the bright red camp at Taniguchi, and drifted to the vast mountains on both sides. On the hills of Mistyk Heights, there are towering jacaranda trees, jada, and the mountains and plains of quitra ochti, also known as poinsettia.

"In spring, blue flowers fall from the clouds. In autumn, red flowers bloom on the ground. They are all spirits and escape the hot summer!"

The summer wind is blowing, bringing a strong fishy smell like the fragrance of flowers. The blood is blooming, spreading out inside and outside the mountain pass. Woodpecker Richie was covered in blood, standing on the wall of Taniguchi. His eyes were red, but his eyes were a little blank, like a woodpecker about to fall asleep, and like a coyote who just opened his eyes.

"The priests of the rain **** teach us, old people of the rain, do not cut down a tree in the heat of the season. For the sap of the tree will flow and torment the spirit of the tree... I have followed the rain **** Teachings, that is the holy me!"

The land of Mistec is known as Newzawi?uudzahui, which is the "land of the rain god". The Mistec themselves were called Newsawi uusavi, or "people of the rain". People in the rain believe in gods and believe that all things have animism. In their daily prayers, they put "I" at the end of their prayers. This is to follow ancient teachings to express holiness and reverence.

"However, the hot summer is the season of death. The spring flowers are all gone, and the autumn flowers are not yet blooming. The boundless flowers of death bloom in the valley blessed by the rain god. Because God is also dead..."

Woodpecker Richie murmured, his face flushed from the fight. In his right hand he held a red-stained copper axe, and in his left he held the head of "Yunshui" Achingo, the leader of the Shenshui tribe. The head opened his eyes wide, his face full of anger, unwillingness and despair. At this moment, dripping blood fell from Richie's hands at the same time, landed on the wall under his feet, and soaked the entire camp in front of him.

Looking around, the fence of the camp was opened by a copper axe, and the wooden wall was full of spears and arrows, and several gaps were broken. Layers of corpses fell down at the gap in the wall. The corpses of the samurai and the militia were entangled, twisted into different postures, and were trampled into a ball by countless feet, and they were no longer separated from each other.

Hundreds of warriors from Shenshicheng who surrendered were rummaging through the piles of corpses in various places in the camp with red eyes. As long as they saw the Shenshuibu warriors who were not yet dead, they showed no mercy, aimed at the fragile necks, and stabbed the worn stone spears in their hands. In the past two hours, the soldiers of the Shenshui Department did not hesitate to stab their comrades to death.

The blood is getting richer and richer, blending with the floral fragrance of summer, and even a little sweet. A pool of blood was flowing from the heights of the camp all the way to the lowlands in the north and south. Looking from a distance, the whole red camp looks like a blooming Mistec red flower, the delicate Quetra Ochiti.

To the north of the wall are thousands of warriors from the Mexican army. In the middle of the army formation, the flag of the black wolf was flying. In the front row of the army, there are hundreds of spears, which are filled with ferocious and fearful heads. More than 100 headless corpses knelt down under the spears, using the warm blood of the defeated soldiers to outline another flower of death.

In the south of the walled wall, more than a thousand Mistek soldiers were chasing southward, chasing and killing the scattered Shenshui soldiers. The number of fighters on both sides was roughly equal, except that one side screamed, howled, and wielded spears like a pack of wounded fierce wolves; while the other side cried, wailed, and dropped their hunting bows, like fleeing cowardly deer. .

It is hard to imagine that just an hour ago, the same two groups of people were fighting in the camp, stabbing each other with spears, the warriors fell one after another, and the corpses accumulated over the wall. The huge "wolves" were once defeated, only to be forced by the more ferocious jaguars. Under the leadership of the leader of the woodpecker, they broke out the courage of no way out and beheaded the leader of the enemy.

But now, when the brutal fight was decided, the "deer herd" collapsed in an instant, and they completely lost their resistance. In the battle that followed, only one-sided slaughter remained. As a result, the intertwined warm red bloomed in the south of Taniguchi, slowly spreading and turning into another dead flower.

"It's the flower of death and the blood of the Mistec... all!"

Richie the woodpecker stood still, with misty eyes, looking at the rich valleys of the south. The corn harvest is in sight, and the fields are fragrant. The crowd fled in the farmland, trampling the hope of the harvest, and fell down with the corn. The chasing soldiers ran very fast, and Ding Zhuang was even faster than the warriors of Shenshicheng. At this moment, they are no longer devout and obedient people in the rain, but armed with weapons and converted to the Mexica God of War Coyote.

Not long after, when the evening sun set to the west, sporadic firelight ignited from the village of Shenshuibu. In the warm summer wind, faint shouts floated, and there was a woman's mournful cry.

Woodpecker Richie lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew that after tonight, the Tewakan Shenshui Department, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, claimed to be the gods, and had more than 10,000 mouths, would cease to exist. And all of this was done by him, by the surrendered Mistec soldiers!

"Woo woo rain god... beg you... save... ah!"

Hearing the cries in the wind, the red-eyed slaughtering warriors of Shenshicheng finally regained their senses. The warrior captain Nuu uu came to the battalion commander Richie holding a spear. He glanced at the leader's head in Li Qi's hand, and thought of the bravery in the opponent's battle formation, and slightly restrained his killing intent. Nuwu lowered his spear and lowered his head.

"Big bird, the commander of the Mexican army said that the spoils of the Shenshui Department are all ours!"

The warrior captain Nu Wu raised his head and looked at the wolf flag in the north in awe. The powerful Mexican army in the north did not move at all, and there was no movement to compete for the spoils. Seeing this, a strong desire appeared in his reddish eyes, and his throat swallowed.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Kang Ke, the Mexica commander! The Shenshui Department occupies the Shenquan and has always been very rich. Their gods are high above the ground and never look down at ordinary tribesmen... Chief, the pioneer warrior We are having fun, let's hurry over there too! Haha, I have never tasted the taste of Saintess Shouquan!"

"Holy Rain God's Tears, Venerable Spring-Guarding Saintess..."

Hearing this, Woodpecker Richie opened his eyes. He had a complicated expression, and looked at the calm-faced warrior captain Nu Wu for a long time.

Nu Wu's face was ruthless, and greed flashed in his eyes. When he mentioned the supreme rain god, the reverence and fear he once had had disappeared. And the rest, only the wildness like a wolf, just broke free from the shackles of the people in the rain, and showed the ferocity of the wilderness.

"Big bird head?"

"Nou... palm trees in the rain..."

Woodpecker Richie whispered. Nuwu?uu means "rain tree", the tree in the rain. From the common name "tree", it can be seen that Nuwu should be a warrior from a small tribe. The title of "Rain" was probably obtained from the priests of the tribe because of his bravery.

In the ancient traditional Mistec society, a warrior from ordinary background like this, no matter how good at fighting, can get the title of "Rain" and lead dozens of people, it is already at the top. In his entire life, he married at most ordinary minor nobles, and barely squeezed into the upper ranks of the tribe. As for the aloof, born extraordinary goddess woman, that's something you don't even have to think about...

"Nuwu, in today's battle, the Mexicans pressed our battalion, desperately attacking forward, half a step back would be death. At the head of the 3,000-strong battalion, more than 1,000 people were killed in battle, and it was finally Destroyed the Shenshui Department! ... The fighting was so tragic, are you still willing to continue fighting for the Mexicans?"

"Um?"

Hearing this, the warrior captain Nuwu Tongkong shrank and looked around cautiously. There were only a dozen or so people around, all of them trusted samurai. Nu Wu breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice solemnly.

"Boss Rich, what do you... mean? Any plans?"

"...Although the Shenshui Department is rebellious, it is also an ancient tribe in the valley. They have guarded the Shenquan from generation to generation and inherited the teachings of the Rain God. Although we people in the rain have also conquered each other, we will never be like the Mexicans. , destroying the inheritance of divinity, sacrificing all the gods, and even slaughtering the honorable priests!  …”

Woodpecker Richie pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice. He came from a small nobleman of the tribe. Although he was not a goddess, he also accepted the teachings of the priests. So far, the temple in his heart has gradually collapsed, but the tradition of the Mistec nobility still remains, which is the recognition and compliance of the gods, the clan, and the subconscious, the order of superiority and inferiority.

The warrior captain Nuwu thought for a while, but didn't quite understand what the battalion commander Rich meant. He glanced at the fire in the south, suppressed the surging desire in his heart, and asked carefully.

"...Boss, there is... still a connection between you and Shenshi City?"

In Nuwu's view, no matter how strong the Mexican legion is, and no matter how invincible it is, it will eventually leave. And for soldiers like them, if there is a chance, there is a way out, and they can stay in their hometown, it is also a choice. Of course, the premise is that there is a way out, not to settle accounts after the autumn and liquidate the blood on their hands.

"...No."

Woodpecker Richie was silent for a moment, then shook his head. Patriarch Lan Snake Guku was killed outside the city, Shenshi City lost 3,000 elites, and lost the Temple in the Cloud. These days, the chiefs in the city were probably scared out of their wits, and the troops in their hands were very limited. They just stick to their hearts and wait for reinforcements from other city-states.

"Then, could it be Yunshan City in the south that gave you the promise?"

Hearing this, Woodpecker Richie was silent again and shook his head. He knew that the reinforcements from Yunshan City had arrived in this area, and he had also encountered the other side's scouts in the mountains. It's just that the number of opponents is small, and they don't dare to go north, and they are very vigilant and hated for the soldiers who surrendered.

"...nor."

"Damn! Then what else did you say?"

Warrior Captain Nuu stomped his foot and raised his spear again. He glanced coldly at the head of the woodpecker, and pouted in disdain.

"Big bird! In the Mistec Legion in God's Stone City, you are just a rain **** warrior leading a hundred people, and I am just an ordinary twenty-man commander! And now, in the military Mexica Legion, you are The battalion captain of 3,000 people, I am also the samurai captain of 200 people!"

"In the city of Shenshi, the gods are sitting on high lifts, and they won't look at us. With the Mexican legion, we can step on the gods and press the ladies under our feet! Even, this is just the beginning! The Tlaxcala warriors in the army surrendered very early, and many people were drawn into the regular army of Mexica because of their military exploits, and they were awarded titles for the same military exploits!  …”

"...Boss, we are all ants in the rain right now. We have nowhere to go after we have left the nest! If we can live a day, we can live as much as we want! If we die in battle, the Rain God doesn't want us, so we will Go see the God of War!...Ouch!..."

After shouting this call, Captain Nu Wu didn't turn his head back, carrying a **** spear, and ran towards the village of Shenshuibu. As he ran, he howled like a wolf, and under the red sunset, on the **** field, he ran towards the red firelight.

Dozens of warriors of Shenshicheng followed him, howling wildly with excitement. They couldn't wait and rushed towards the village of the Shenshui tribe, like tigers and wolves rushing towards their prey.

Looking at this scene, Woodpecker Richie was a little dazed. He looked at the dark mountains on both sides, the blood red blooming in the front and back, and the slaughter and fire that gradually boiled.

"Where exactly am I? Is this the Mistec Highland that has been handed down for three thousand years, rich and orderly? Or is it the legendary desolate, vast, wild and cruel northern wasteland?"

The sun is slowly setting, and the sunset is spreading across the sky. In the dilapidated mountain pass camp after the war, there were only dozens of Mistek guards left. Other warriors and militias disappeared into the valleys of the south to join in the unrestrained raids. Not long after the establishment of the barracks, they were truly loyal to the battalion commander Rich, and those who could resist the desire to kill were only these dozens of guards. The guards looked at each other and waited for a long time before someone finally spoke.

"The battalion commander? Us?..."

"Hoo! Oooo!..."

Richie took a long breath and let out a wolf-like howl. He seems to want to shout out the soul in his chest, and then inhale a new wolf soul. Then, he pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

"Let's go too!"

"Ah? Battalion Commander, that's the North!"

"Well. Let's go, go see the commander of the Mexicans. I have some suggestions for army reorganization that I want to mention. In this army, the only one who really has the final say is the commander of the black wolf! . . As for you, if you want to go to the south to loot, you can go by yourself."

"..."

The guards looked at each other, their footsteps a little hesitant. But in the end, they still held their weapons and followed the battalion commander who was brave and unusual. Behind them, the setting sun fell into the sky, the bright red was drowned by the darkness, covering up the killing of the Mistec, and the wild flames of the south gradually disappeared behind the camp.

Soon, a little bonfire appeared in front of them. The patrolling warriors wore armored stomachs, held bronze soldiers, and carried the unique chill of the Mexicans. A dark wolf flag fluttered in the night wind.

The giant black wolf held its head high, looking up at the moonlight in the sky and the new firelight beneath its feet. In the eyes of this black wolf, there is no remnant enemy that the north is clinging to, nor the so-called killing in the south. It simply follows the will of the sun in the west and looks to the east where the moon rises.