Aztec Eternals

The setting sun gradually went west, reflecting the red-orange clouds. The towering temple is full of blood, reflected in the pink Texcoco Lake, like the legendary snake mountain. The sacred sacrifices continued, and the chants of priests resounded through the sky. The boiling shouts of hundreds of thousands of people are like the shocking thunder in the hands of the Lord God. At this moment, the rolling thunder echoes in the red sky, the dark red temple, and the blood-colored Pinghu, like a red kingdom of God descending.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the King of God! Repay with piety, and repay with sacrifice and blood!"

This is the cry of longing for war, and this is also the will of the Mexica. This terrible screaming frenzy fell on the hearts of every foreign envoy, and with the blood of the Tlaxcala gods as witnesses, it had a heavy weight.

"The sun of the Mexicans, unlike the mountains and forests in the south, is blood-colored!"

The Mistec envoy Yun Zhao lowered his head and carefully stepped on the blood on the ground. He wore exquisite gold ornaments, a gleaming silver crown on his head, a fine cloud-patterned white robe, and turquoise-encrusted leg rings on his legs. His whole body shone with precious light, and his movements were soothing and elegant, showing the respect of the ancient blood. In fact, in the southern part of Yunzhong, being able to take "Yun" as the surname and "Sun" as the name is enough to reveal his noble identity.

"The mighty, valiant and venerable King of Mexica, the bloodline of the great Tiger Claw King, the glorious noble of Mountain River City, Yun Zhao, the envoy of Mistec, greets you!"

Yun Zhao came to the top of the Great Temple, and at a distance of more than ten paces, he respectfully saluted the King of Mexica, the most powerful man in the world. Then, he carefully stretched out his hand, took out a long silver box from his arms, and presented it to the king's bodyguard.

"Respected King Avit, this is Yun Chen, the chief of Shanhe City, as a tribute to me. There is a bunch of Chagall bird feathers and a golden crown inlaid with turquoise, which is a rare treasure in the world. May your majesty be as immortal as turquoise, your light shine as gold, and your divinity fly as feathers!"

After speaking, Yun Zhao knelt down on both knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and paid homage. The rich blood and blood immediately hit his nostrils, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Avette took the silver box checked by the guards and glanced at it lightly, his expression suddenly cold. He held the silver box in his hand, expressionless, staring at the kneeling messenger Yun Zhao, without saying a word.

The king was silent, and there was a dead silence in the Great Temple. Many warriors clenched their copper axes and stared at the slender messenger like wolves. Only the sacrifices of the priests and elders were calm and orderly, and the sound was in the ears.

"The descendants of the glue man, the descendants of the Mistec gods, the hereditary nobles of the city of Shenshi, the warrior Yunshan, go to the kingdom of the **** of war! His soul will be in the sky, fighting for the **** of the sun for four years, and then falling back to the southern valley, transforming into Be a majestic dahlia!"

Hearing this familiar name, Mistec envoy Yun Zhao suddenly trembled in his heart. He turned his head and saw a blue corpse, rolling down from the high pyramid. And from the holy fire burning on the side, scorching blue smoke also came out.

"...Respect...Respected King..."

The flame was burning, bringing with it an imminent boom and a palpitating smell. Envoy Yun Zhao's forehead gradually began to sweat. When he turned around, he saw Avit's half-smiley expression and the blood-stained copper axe in his hand.

"You... this is?..."

"I heard that a few months ago, Yun Chen, the chief of Shanhe City, brought tens of thousands of warriors, and joined forces with the chief priest of Shenshi City, Wei Ke, to hold the Rain God Ceremony in the Temple of Clouds, and overwhelmed the military leaders of Shenshi City. ."

Avette had a gloomy expression, telling about the accident five or six hundred miles away, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Now, Yunchen considers himself the guardian of the temple in the cloud and the big talker of the Mistec Alliance. He ordered the southern states to unify the Mistec ministries and become the enemy of the Alliance?"

"...Ah! This, venerable King Avit!...The leader of Yunchen is loyal, the clouds and the sun in the sky can be witnessed!...Shenshicheng is daring and dares to fight against the alliance. The leader of Yunchen is It is for the majesty of the alliance that I sent troops to teach a lesson, lead the various ministries of Tewakan, and obey the alliance..."

The envoy Yun Zhao was trembling with fear, and quickly spoke up in defense.

"Ha! Go back!"

Avite's expression became serious, and he stretched out his hand and threw it! The heavy and expensive silver box immediately smashed onto Yun Zhao's body, almost smashing him to the ground!

"A vassal of the mere alliance, a small city-state leader, dare to give me a golden crown?!"

Avet was furious, pointed at the trembling Mistec envoy with the gemstone scepter, and shouted sharply.

"Go back and tell Yunchen! The alliance's eastward expedition, as vassals of Mistec, dare to block it secretly?! This is an offense to the majesty of the Lord God and must be severely punished!"

"Tell him! Don't think that with the obstruction of mountains and forests, the alliance's legion will stop! The Tarasco Kingdom and the Tlaxcala Alliance, which offended the alliance, have all been wiped out! ... The Mistec ministries in the lowlands, this year Tribute four times, and the tribute is doubled! Mountain River City sent ten gods and five thousand mouths as an apology for offending the alliance!"

"If it doesn't, the 100,000 warriors of the alliance will go south in no time, and will completely reduce the Mistec tribes in the lowland and the mountains and rivers five hundred kilometers away to ashes!..."

Avette reprimanded repeatedly, no disobedience. The wrath of the emperor, the corpse of a million corpses, and the bloodshed for thousands of miles. And in front of the great temple where the gods were sacrificed, such a deterrence was particularly powerful.

Of course, the army of the alliance, after going through a brutal eastward expedition, has just been disbanded and repaired. The North Road army lost more than 50,000 people and lost 15,000 warriors. At the same time, the elders of the repressive coalition left, and the states of the North and South were unstable. And after years of fighting, supplying the east, the food in the capital city in the lake is also insufficient... So in fact, in a short period of time, the alliance will not be able to launch the next war of gods.

The southern Mistec tribes are scattered in the mountains and forests for a full 600 miles. The territory of the various ministries is vast, the city-states are extremely scattered, and the terrain is also undulating. The alliance wants to completely conquer all the ministries in the cloud, and there are terrain and distance barriers. It is not easy. It is even more difficult than the west and east!

However, if it is not for the purpose of conquest, specializing in looting, sending two or three samurai legions, all the way south... to clean up the villages, burn down the fortresses, smash the neighboring Mistec tribes, and plunder the young and strong people, it is easy to do. arrive!

And this is exactly what Yun Chen is worried about, and it is also Avette's purpose. When the alliance sends troops to vassals, there always needs to be a suitable reason, so as not to force other vassals to fear rebellion.

"Ah!...Respected king! The leader of Yunchen is already in Shanhe City, enshrining the statue of the Lord God. We will never dare to offend the Lord God!...All the southern ministries, loyalty can be learned from the world..."

King Avet clenched his divine scepter and walked to the bluestone altar, interrupting the nonsense of the Mistec envoy.

"Do you remember what I said just now?"

"...Remember, Your Majesty...but..."

"Since you've remembered it, let's go!"

Avet raised his feather shield and waved it down. The three-color feathers fluttered in the blood, like the sun **** bird that chooses people to eat.

"Remember, tell the noble chiefs of the various tribes in Yunzhong, and tell the elders in Shanhe City! Respect, or sacrifice, it's Yunchen's choice!"

The corners of Avit's mouth raised, leaving the last sentence, a meaningful foreshadowing. Then, he waved his hand, and the two guards with broken hair strode forward, set up the Mistec envoys, and went down the pyramid.

The king on the throne looked calm, stroked the divine scepter in his hand, and felt the coldness of the copper axe around his waist. The alpine fortress in the east has not yet been completely settled, but his eyes have long been towards the south. The fate of the Mistec people is also doomed at this moment.

The golden crow bird turned into by the scorching sun flies over the supreme temple. He wants to burn all the time! Burn yourself, burn the whole world, and turn everything that is outdated and stubborn to ashes in the mighty fire of blood!

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