Aztec Eternals

The summer is hot and the autumn wind is blowing. This is the node of death and harvest, like the yellowing withered grass in the mountains. Teams of canine warriors, escorting hundreds of young Mistekes with looted property, set foot on the way back north.

The same scene also appeared in the northern part of the Tehuacan Valley, which was conquered by the Mexica. The resistance of all tribes turned into death and ashes.

In the valleys further south, the brigade of canine warriors wore leather armor, held bronze soldiers, and wore bone ornaments, and roamed indefinitely. The howls of wolves echoed between the mountains and valleys, accompanied by the sounds of fighting that erupted from time to time. After a moment of fierce shouting, there was a silent silence.

At this time, the Mistec captives who were busy digging the pit would always pause for a while, showing uncontrollable fear on their faces. Then, the whips of the soldiers descended from Shenshicheng would be swayed mercilessly, urging the captives to continue. In every place where the Vale tribes were destroyed, there was a **** pit. In the pit, the revered priests in the cloud, the noble warriors of the city, and the humble village militiamen, all overlapped, and were gradually buried in the mud. After the corpses were buried, the young and strong prisoners of men and women would be selected, carrying the looted tribal food and property, and embarking on the long road to the north.

As for the remaining old and weak and children, the Mexica warriors did not care, and did not do unnecessary killings. The jaguar in the jungle never spends unnecessary energy to catch food that cannot be taken away. What's more, the merciful His Royal Highness has never liked slaughter, so the warriors under his command will naturally restrain.

Groups of young and strong captives, like a trickling stream, and like a herd of obedient deer, gathered from all over the valley to the Huacong Village in the north. Then the herds of deer gathered in torrents of tens of thousands, stepping into the desolate land of Tlaxcala and heading farther north.

"The north, what is it? Listening to the high-ranking head man, it is also the territory of the northern barbarians. There are white-skinned snake people everywhere, just like the green-skinned jaguars, digging their hearts and offering sacrifices. And the red-haired man-eating werewolf!"

Tribe Mindi lowered his head and glanced carefully at the canine hunters. Then, he looked towards the north of the plateau, a place he had never been before, like a deep black abyss under an ant nest.

"Master Chief often said that the north is the land of Tlaxcala. The warriors wear white battle clothes and call themselves the descendants of the serpent in the cloud. And the northwest is the land of the Aztecs, and the warriors wear dark green clothes. The battle suits are the fierce jaguars. Only the south is the land of the ancient rain god! The warriors wear blue battle suits. They are the descendants of the rain god, bred from the **** tree in the clouds, and Not the descendants of some birds and beasts..."

Thinking of this, Didi shook his head in confusion. As a low-level tribesman, he couldn't tell the difference between so many, and he didn't understand what divinity and birds and beasts were. In the tribe, he always listened to the words of the headmaster, bowed his head all day, worked hard in the fields, and never thought about it.

Only now, he was captured by the red-haired barbarian and walked a long way. Along the way, many nobles and priests who were like gods, like turkeys in the village, were killed by the barbarians in front of his eyes and buried by his own hands. And now, he is wearing the old man's clothes, even stained with blood...

"No, priests in the tribe will also dig their hearts out to offer sacrifices. Isn't that the same, just as brutal as the barbarians?"

Antmin Didi thought wildly, and even dared to question the words of the leader. Inexplicably, he suddenly seemed to have something in his heart, but he couldn't understand it. However, the road ahead is still long, perhaps longer than he imagined, and there will always be a chance for him to understand.

"Woo, woooo...Rain God!...that's, that's...woooo!"

Didi was walking with his head down, and the cries of the prisoners suddenly became louder, and even the canine warriors were unable to stop the spears they were waving.

"what!"

The cry of fear and fear echoed throughout the team. Many older captives fell to their knees, facing forward, their heads bowed in despair and weeping. And Didi, who was surrounded by them, also knelt to the ground and looked forward blankly.

Not far ahead, is the sacred cloud temple, where the legendary rain **** and his servants lived. But at this moment, next to the stone statue in front of the temple in the cloud, there is a high Jingguan.

Thousands of heads were piled together, rotting under the hot summer days. But at the top, the large head still wears a sacred and bright feather crown, which represents the priests of the Rain God, who honor the immortal status!

At this moment, Didi's mind went blank. It was not the fear of death, but some kind of fear that went beyond death, to the depths of the heart, the fear of the death of the gods. The humble ant people crouched on the ground, trembling, unable to believe, unable to control themselves, just crying and murmured.

"Ah! The priests of the Temple in the Clouds, the men who are bigger than the sky, are... all dead?... Ah! How could this be! Ah!..."

"Bah! Crying like this, I don't even fear death. What a strange southern tribe!"

Hunter Chabo gritted his teeth, lowered his spear, took a sip, and left the howling crowd. At this moment, these captives seem to be bewildered by their souls, like walking corpses, crying in despair and wailing frantically. Even the threat of death in front of them could not stop them. At this moment, such a Mistec made the veteran wasteland hunter feel a trace of deep unease.

"Don't worry! They just cry for a while. When they cry enough, they cry enough, and they run out of energy, they will go on the road again. These southern tribes regard the gods as bigger than their own lives!"

Hunter Mi Kui looked at it for a while, then shook his head needlessly. However, he also clenched the spear in his hand, keeping the hunter's vigilance.

"Hey! It's really unlucky to cry."

Hunter Chabo pouted. He tilted his head and looked at Jingguan, which would not be very scary to him, and then looked at the temple in the distance, as well as the Black Wolf Guard stationed outside the temple.

"Huh? Mikui, do you mean that the mighty Black Wolf Chief is in this temple in the clouds?"

"Ah, no? The mighty Black Wolf Great Chief should be leading a large army to loot further south in the valley. I heard that under the Great Chief's subordinates, there are several thousand more soldiers, and they are invincible all the way. Burned to the other side of the mountain!"

"Hey, what's the use of thousands of troops from the southern tribes. That is, when they are attacking the city, they will drive them to the stockade. If they really want to fight in the wild, the elite of the two thousand legions will be able to overwhelm them!"

Hunter Chapo raised his head, disdainful of Mistec's combat effectiveness. Then, he looked at the temple in the mountain again, imagined the belongings inside, and couldn't help licking his lips.

"Mikui, if the Black Wolf Great Chief is not there, why is there a guard of the Great Chief at the entrance of the temple? The temples of the southern tribes are very rich. If we can go in, we can touch two.. ."

"What?! Chabo, you can't do it! It's really ruthless for the chief to rule the army... If you don't want to live, don't take me with you!"

Hearing this, Hunter Mi Kui was taken aback. He quickly covered Chabo's mouth and pulled him a few steps away. The cries of the prisoners continued, obscuring all the conversations that followed.

The hunter Miquel took the tea wave, whispered a few words, and pointed to the grain bamboo basket that Didi was carrying. Tea Bo was stunned, lowered his voice, and quickly asked something. Mi Kui nodded affirmatively, and the two of them laughed together, smiling happily.

"Okay, that's nice, Mother Earth is nice! Mi Kui, UU reading www.uukanshu.com my good brother, when we get back to the tribe's flag team, we'll sell those things and let the flag team have a good time. year!"

"Shh! Be quiet! Although the Great Chief has one eye open and one eye closed, he will not be soft-hearted if he is to be found out by the war priests accompanying the army!"

"...Yes, you're right. However, the war priests of the Lord God usually let them go and do not investigate them seriously. We grabbed it with an axe and a spear, so why should we hand it over to the legion?. ..Hey! It’s still better for the Black Wolf Chief, the Mother Earth Goddess, even better than the priests of the Lord God!”

Hunter Chabo had a happy expression on his face, shouted excitedly for a while, and even said some forbidden words. Then, he scratched his head, still a little strange.

"So many great chieftains' guards, so many elite warriors... What exactly is in this cloud temple?"

"Never mind! Maybe it's an important sacrifice. The chiefs value this the most."

Hunter Mickey didn't care. His eyes have been staring at the back of Antmind Didi. Until Didi finished crying and stood up reluctantly, the heavy bamboo basket was still steady and did not fall in the slightest.

"Well, this prisoner, not bad!"

Chabo and Mikui looked at each other and nodded with a smile. Then, two mournful wolf howls sounded from their mouths, which were heart-stopping, and also passed into the ears of the crying captives.

"Ooooo, oooo! Rain God, dead! Lord God, supreme! Go, turkeys, keep going north, go!"

Under the orders of the canine warriors, the captives of the 1000-meter Steke staggered, stood up from the ground, and walked numbly to the north. At this moment, their eyes were full of dead silence, and there was no hope of the Rain God anymore. The land of death is rich in color, with the bones of the gods who died, giving birth to new beliefs and new vitality.