Aztec Eternals

"Bring the deer that was hunted in the morning! Bring the mead that was robbed! Spiritual ancestors protect the tribe, and today is a good day to welcome friends! I, Moqi, will be here with the Menghu tribe. The tomato priest, the blood oath!"

On the banks of the long river, the waves are roaring. It was evening, and the clouds were floating. Seven long ships were approaching the shore, and more than a hundred archers stood on the side of the ship on guard. Puap, a nobleman of gray soil, personally brought sixty armored Prepecha warriors to land. He was fully armed, with bronze cloth armor on his upper body, a spear in his right hand, a shield in his left, and a bronze axe around his waist.

"Hehe! First the attack, then the seizure, and now the oath... Capricious, what a **** barbarian!"

The brave gray-earth aristocrat sullenly cursed to himself. He clenched the bronze spear in his hand, and was always ready to rush forward to fight with the Puton tribe and protect the sworn priest Tomat in front of him.

On the opposite side of the warriors of the kingdom, separated by dozens of paces, there are densely packed Puton warriors. They all carried stone spears and darts on their backs, screaming in excitement. Soon, under the order of the chief, several tribal warriors in wooden armor came to the middle of the two teams with a stag that had been dead for half a day.

"Chief, fresh stag! Perfect for a ceremony!"

"Well. Let me do it. The ancestor said, welcome friends, be sincere!"

Chief Mozi cut open the front belly of the stag and dug out the blood-clotted heart. He swung the dagger precisely, and cut the dark red fresh deer heart in half evenly. Then, Chief Mozi's expression became solemn, and he handed half of the deer's heart to Priest Tomat, and announced in a deep voice.

"Ancestral Witness! Friends, we share souls with the same heart, and also build a bond of mutual trust between our hearts!"

Seeing this scene, Priest Thomas raised his brows and knew it in his heart. In the cognition of Chinese and American ministries, the heart is the place where the soul exists, and it also has a mysterious spirituality. Many important rituals require the participation of the heart. At this moment, this deer heart is like a medium for casting spells to announce the "concentricity" of the two.

"Lord God witness! Friends, we share souls with the same heart. From then on, our souls are connected with each other, and our friendship, like souls, cannot be separated!"

Priest Tomat's expression solemnly declared. Then, the two of them lowered their heads at the same time and ate the bitter and fishy "witness" into their stomachs.

Two steps away, Tikalo frowned and looked complicated. Because, he knew, this was the first step of the Puton Tribe's oath, and the next step was to make a blood alliance.

"The fierce Aztecs finally came to the Mayan world. The first step they took was to form an alliance with the equally savage Purton tribe... huh! Serpent God! I led them here. , is it right or wrong?…”

The tide is ups and downs, the river is turbulent, and the general trend is always unstoppable. But for a moment, Priest Tomat and Chief Mozi raised their heads at the same time. The two looked at each other's dark red lips and red teeth, paused for a while, and laughed out loud at the same time!

"Haha! Praise the Lord God! Mozy, my friend!"

"Hahaha! Ancestors have spirits! Tomat, my brother! Hoo, ho!"

Chief Mozi raised his head and howled wildly at the setting sun. Then, he waved his hand and shouted.

"Bring the wine!"

The two tribal warriors immediately stepped forward and brought a huge clay pot. The clay pot was filled with mead, but it was brewed with honey. Among the tribes, such wine can be used to cure diseases and disinfect wounds, so it is extremely precious.

"Come on, brother, let's bleed together!"

Priest Thomas nodded. Afterwards, he skillfully pulled out the obsidian dagger, cut the vein on the back of his palm, and placed his hand vertically above the clay pot. Almost at the same time, another cut palm also held it. The palms of the two met, the blood pooled, and then dripped into the wine, dyeing the golden mead red.

"Ancestral witness! The Shortspear Tribe, willing to form an ally with the Menghu Tribe! From now on, support each other and never betray. If I violate my oath, I, Shortspear Hodge, will surely die under the sharp blade!"

"Testimony of the Lord God! The Kingdom of the Lake, I would like to form an ally with the Puton Shortspear Tribe! The warriors on both sides will lean on their backs and will never shoot from behind. If the oath is violated, Tomat, the priest of the Lord God, is willing to sacrifice himself and sacrifice himself. To the gods!"

High-pitched vows, under the gaze of the setting sun, echoed in the seaside sky. The warmth of bright red, the precious mead dyed red, drank into the mouths of the two of them. The big jug of sweet mead drank, and the faces of the two of them were slightly red. Then, the two raised their **** right hand again and clenched it in the air! The thunderous cheers sounded excitedly from the mouths of the soldiers of the Putun tribe!

"Allies! Brothers! Allies! Brothers! Oh hoo!..."

A dozen steps away, Puap was speechless. Looking at the sudden change in the situation, he was really at a loss. On the flagship, the old militiaman Chiwako's eyes flashed, and he raised his hands and shouted.

"Allies! Brothers!...What are you doing, let me go! Allies! Brothers!"

Cheers only for a moment, and the cheerful atmosphere pervades the coast. The fighters on both sides dropped their weapons and grinned, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Chief Hodge ordered the soldiers to light a fire and roast the venison on the spot. Then, the two sat on the ground by the sea and really talked about important topics.

"Chief Mozi, my brother, the glory of the Lord God, has ruled the western plateau! And now, her kind eyes have come to the Yucatan Peninsula for the first time and are watching you!"

Priest Tomat was very solemn, took off the pure gold sun amulet on his body, and put it on Chief Mozi's neck.

"This is the talisman of the Lord God of Mexica! The Supreme Lord God has chosen you. As long as you devoutly believe in the Lord God, you will be blessed by her! ... Also, this booklet is the scriptures of the Lord God, Can bring you the inspiration of God!"

"..."

The corners of Chief Moqi's mouth twitched, and he looked at the solemn and fanatical expression of the other party, but did not say a word. He put on the pure gold amulet and put away the scriptures with pictures and texts. Then, he followed the fanatical priest and recited the prayer of the Lord God several times. "Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! She reigns over all things and is omnipotent, granting us victory and bravery, light and harvest!  …"

Until Priest Tomat's face was full of joy, Chief Mozi couldn't wait and asked.

"Brother Tomat, you said that as long as you accept your friendship, there will be a good opportunity for the rise of the tribe! ... What are the good opportunities you said, the benefits you said?"

"Mozzi...Brother, let me tell you this slowly."

Priest Thomas thought for a moment, organized the language, and then replied with a smile.

"In order to resist the coming white-skinned demon, His Highness Shen Qi led us to the Snake Island in the east. Our fleet is only the pioneer of exploration and the scout of the army! After we determine the eastern route, we will continue to follow. There are warriors from the kingdom, thousands! And the place where the Shortspear tribe is located is the place where the route must pass."

"Huh? Thousands of samurai? Must pass here?"

Hearing this, Chief Moqi's face was a little uncertain. He glanced suspiciously at Priest Thomas and smiled reluctantly.

"The Menghu warriors want to pass through here, but they want the short spear tribe to provide food and water? ... As long as the price is right, it's not impossible."

"Haha! Mo Qi, my brother, the kingdom will never treat you badly, or treat Dongfang's allies badly!"

Priest Tommat smiled. He saw Chief Mozi's doubts and continued to explain.

"As long as the Shortspear tribe converts to the main god, the kingdom's priests will come to guide you in farming and help you build a city-state! And the kingdom's fleet will continue to bring wealth and make your tribe prosperous!"

"Culture? Fortify? Bring wealth?"

Chief Mozi pursed his lips and shook his head to answer.

"Thomat, my brother, the life of the tribe is very good! Everyone is used to the life of migration from time to time, there is no need to make a circle of stones and circle yourself like the city-states in the north~www.readwn.com~ I heard that the city-states in the north pursued gems, and they buried the gems together when they died. They were stupider than grass rats! Those so-called wealth can't be eaten, can't be drunk, and can't be used for war. Useless!"

Hearing this, Priest Tomat's eyes flashed. He looked at Chief Mozi, who had already had an idea, and asked with a smile.

"Oh? Brother Mozi, what do you want? You can tell me directly!"

"Haha, so happy! Brothers meet, there is no need to go around in the water like a water snake! I'll just say it..."

Chief Mozi raised the clay cup and drank another glass of blood wine. He licked his lips, feeling the smell of blood and sweetness, and his body became hot. Then, he tore off his collar, patted his strong chest, and shouted loudly.

"Tomat, my brother, my ally. I want your axes, I want your spears! I want your bows, I want your armor! If I can, I want your ships!  …"

"Ancestor's testimony! As long as you have these things, don't say anything about converting to worship, supplying supplies, even if it is the life of a tribal warrior, I can exchange it for you!"