Aztec Eternals

The noon sun is still warm, but the autumn wind is slightly chilly.

Under the sun, the scattered weapons glowed with a cold light, leaving the last gleam of the samurai. In the breeze, the yellowed leaves fell gently, taking away everyone's silent farewell.

It began with the expedition of the Ottopan camp, and developed into the waiting on the banks of the Leman River. The climax was the fierce battle in the mountain camp. Until now, everything has ended, and the king and the warriors have returned to the dust, just like the end of the rainy season.

After a long time, Shilot silently stepped forward. He gently closed Totec's eyes, touched the warrior's cold face in his hands, smelled the familiar smell of blood again in his nose, and couldn't help sighing slightly.

Olosh came over behind him and patted the boy on the shoulder lightly.

"Shirot, no matter how majestic the jaguar is, it will die of old age in the mountains, and no matter how high the eagle will fall into the dust, we will all have this day. It is a samurai's luck to be able to die for one's own beliefs. I Looking forward to this day too!”

Shuluo nodded and calmed down from his turbulent emotions. Sadness disappeared from his eyes, replaced by firmness from the heart. This is a teaching by example, telling young people what is the will of a samurai, what is faith and protection!

Strength shaped his soul, and finally completely erased the fragility from the future.

He walked to Tisock's body again and looked at the face covered in mud. The supreme king when he first met, is now lying on the ground in an ordinary manner, and can no longer see any nobility. The boy shook his head. He had no feeling about the king's death. Since it is your life-and-death enemy, it should be damned.

Shirot picked up the divine scepter on the ground. It has a slender wooden body with vicissitudes of texture, and the top of the rod is a golden base, on which is inlaid a circle of pearl-sized topaz to form the outline of the sun. Thinking of Avit, the young man stretched out his fingers and flicked the divine scepter.

A clear and clear golden jade trembled, resounding through the field and across time and space.

This is the divine scepter of the ancestors, which has been passed down for hundreds of years and is a symbol of divine power.

During the tribal period when the priesthood dominated everything, this divine scepter was passed down from generation to generation among priests. After the establishment of the capital in the lake, this divine scepter has been kept in the hands of the chief priests of the Great Temple. When the king and the chief priests maintained a close relationship, the chief priest would bestow the scepter on the king in the name of the patron saint, declaring the support of the chief priests.

This close relationship is like Tissock and Kechar. And the price of gaining the support of the chief priest is the regression of royal power and the expansion of divine power.

In fact, before Montezuma made another divine scepter, this only divine scepter also represented the kingship that came from divine authority. Of the fifteen Aztec kings in history, half of them were priests or priests from the royal family.

Seirot remembered that the king once used this divine scepter to perform a divine exchange with his grandfather in the holy city. At that time, tens of thousands of warriors were full of awe, bowing their heads and not daring to look directly. It can be seen that the divine right has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The boy frowned, thinking of the divine authority and the chief priests, he felt very troubled.

The authority of this kind of priest does not come from one or two people, but from a whole class. In this era, the priests were the most literate class. Their power comes from the possession of all kinds of knowledge, the holding of marriage ceremonies for sacrifices to gods, harvest and funerals, and the interpretation of myths and celestial phenomena.

The power of priests comes from a complete monopoly on culture!

With such power, priests can influence the succession of the royal family, divert the taxes of the city-state, occupy a large number of lands and villages, and have a large following of warriors, and continue to manipulate the hearts of the common people.

As a well-known fifth-level coyote priest, the boy had five hundred followers of the samurai under his command. In order to support these warriors, he also had to acquire wealth and land.

"Go back and have a good discussion with Avit. Mexica society is still before the cultural enlightenment of the contention of a hundred schools of thought. The civil service system in China does not exist, and there is no foundation for the imperial examination. Compared with the hereditary hereditary of the class-solidified nobles, the priests group does not exist. At least some excellent civilians have been absorbed."

"The power of the priests in the future can only be limited and guided, and cannot be completely erased!"

The boy was thinking about his future plans when he heard a light hum from Oloshi.

"Hey! Shulot, come and see, what is this?"

The young man looked at the sound, but saw that Olosh, who had no taboos, was groping and examining Tisok's body.

He accidentally took out a large piece of folded delicate cotton cloth from the king's arms, which was full of sketched pictures and signs, with the special fragrance of carmine dye.

This large piece of fine cotton cloth is equivalent to three hundred cocoa beans, or a hundred corn tortillas, and only kings and great nobles can use it as a note paper. And carmine dye is more expensive, comparable to gold in the Old World.

"When I go back this time, I will develop paper-making technology to provide a carrier for cultural dissemination." The young man pondered.

Then, he took the delicate cotton cloth and unfolded it. This is a huge design drawing on which a three-dimensional sacrifice stone disc is drawn.

From the distance marking, the disk is about three meters in diameter and one meter in height, and the top of the disk is engraved with the calendar of the five suns. Above the top is the statue of the patron saint that is expected to be placed there, or the stone platform for sacrifice. On the side of the altar are sixteen fighting images of kings, engraved with tall and majestic kings and defeated small enemies.

Each monarch wears the marks of the gods, such as the gorgeous headdress of the **** of war, the changing smoke of the primordial sun, the long three-color feathers of the feathered serpent, and the long red tongue of the **** of death. The first fifteen are naturally the fifteen previous kings in Aztec history, and the sixteenth is Tisok himself.

The king's feet are full of enemies who are kneeling or dying. Enemies are marked by different names, symbolizing the city-states and lands conquered by the king. The number of dead enemies at the foot of Montezuma is particularly large, and the scene is filled with dense markings.

At the feet of Tissok, there are only two names for the time being: Hirotepec and Ottopan. But he left a lot of room for himself and clearly had big ambitions.

"This is also one of the reasons why Tisok insists on sieging the city!" Sherlot looked at the Ottopan warriors and markers that had been drawn on the image, and sighed slightly.

Even though he gave up the king's flag, gave up the army, and fled south in a hurry, Tisok didn't give up this design. The dense design marks show the effort he has put into and his sustenance on theology. It is a pity that this famous "Tysock Stone" in history will never appear again.

"History has changed forever!" After thinking about it, the boy was a little excited again. "This is our time!"

After the battle is over, the next step is to assemble the army.

Shilot asked Stanley to take down the remaining royal guards. The loyalty and combat power of these warriors were top notch. Perhaps, Aveit will use them as seeds~www.readwn.com~ to rebuild the Guardsmen of Broken Hair again.

He also asked Orosh to sort out the three thousand warriors directly under the royal family, and he would take them back to the north together later.

In the end, he praised Bertard's sharp shot, and asked his knight to dig a pit to bury Totec's body. He himself sat cross-legged on the ground, cut out a wooden tombstone, and then used a knife to carve out square Chinese characters.

Another hour passed. The army was ready, and Shulot was ready to return.

He stopped at the end of Turpac's grave, looking at the tombstone without a name.

"Here is a true warrior buried here. He has the most unparalleled martial arts, the purest heart, and the beauty of facing death. Now, he has died for his beliefs, please don't disturb his peace."

Who else here can really understand the Chinese characters on it? Shilot laughed at himself, this was just a memorial to himself.

Finally, the boy touched his chest with his hand. He silently asked himself:

"What are my beliefs?"

"My belief is to protect. Now, I want to protect my father and grandfather, friends, lovers, followers...everyone I care about. In the future, when I take the throne, it will be the people of this land, this Country and Civilization!"

He looked at the shallow grave, remembered the warrior's frozen smile, and asked himself again.

"When the choice comes, can I die for my beliefs?"

Shirlot pondered for a moment, thinking about the difficulties and hardships ahead, as well as future diseases and colonizers. The young man nodded silently and firmly.

"I can." He turned around and left, really in the form of a warrior and a commander.

The 4,000-strong army immediately set out and headed for the northern camp three days away. The old days are over, and a new era is beginning!