Aztec Eternals

Back at the camp, it was dinner time. The air was filled with the fragrance of grilled tortillas, the grassy fragrance of roasted amaranth, and the spicy fragrance of roasted peppers.

Shulot sniffed his nose and ran all the way. He was also a little hungry, but he still had business to do right now.

He asked Bertard to set up the army to camp and cook, Olosh went to see his father's injury, and he took Stanley to the central army tent to report the military situation.

As soon as he entered the tent, the young man saw Avit sitting majestically on the throne. We haven't seen each other for a week, and my friends have become more and more calm, and every move carries the majesty of a king. His eyes swept over, making people feel cold all over.

There were many generals sitting on both sides of the tent, the royal family on the left and the heads of the city-states on the right. The generals chatted with each other in a low voice. Large cups of cold cocoa had been placed on the simple wooden table. It seemed that the banquet was about to start.

Shulot smiled slightly, and his old friend Acap was also sitting near Avette.

Acap was slightly thin, but radiant. Before the decisive battle, he was sent out to appease and contact the surrounding city-state legions. Looking at the tens of thousands of city-state warriors near the camp today, this work must have been done well.

Seeing the boy coming in, Acap also showed joy and nodded at the boy.

There are four seats near Avit, and the seat closest to him is still empty. The remaining two were seated with two guests from the Royal Capital.

Near the throne is a samurai in his thirties. He has a thin face, square face, solemn demeanor, always serious expression, and a kind of domineering between his eyebrows. At this moment, he was raising his head slightly, carefully looking at the young man who entered the tent, with wisdom and thought flashing in his eyes.

In another position was a young priest in his twenties, who even wore a fifth-level coyote priest uniform. He is handsome and always has a faint chuckle on his face. He doesn't look very friendly, but he has a cynical extravagance. At this time, he also looked at the boy with interest.

Seeing the young noble priest, Stanley snorted heavily behind him, showing some disdain. The noble priest also pouted, not looking at Stanley.

Then two more warriors came in. They carried Tisok's body and placed it in the center of the tent. The autumn in the plateau is not too cold, Tisok died three days ago, and the body has already brought a faint corpse odor.

There was an instant silence in the tent. The regiment commander in the front row looked complicated, while the senior warriors in the back row stood up to check. The generals stared at the old king's body, silent for a while.

"King, Tisok has died in battle, and Totek has committed suicide. Fortunately, this time you went south and survived, you are already the only king!"

Shilot knelt down on one knee, lowered his head slightly, and held up the divine scepter in both hands. On such a formal occasion, the generals of various ministries gathered together to maintain the majesty of the king.

The full army commanders suddenly exclaimed. It seemed that until now, until they heard the boy's reply, they could be sure that Tisok was really dead, and that the corpse was really the king.

Avit's eyes flashed with excitement on the throne. He stood up and approached, gently took the divine scepter, handed it to the guard behind him, and then lifted the boy up with both hands.

"You have worked so **** this trip! It's the first credit of this battle!"

The king praised loudly. He held Shirotte's hand and looked sharply at the generals in the tent.

"This is my beloved General Shulot! He is the grandson of Shuttle, the high priest of the holy city, my favorite student, and the fiancé of my eldest daughter! Come, drink this cup, and honor my victorious warriors !"

The tent generals looked solemn. They picked up the cocoa on the table and stood up together. Just as they were about to raise their glasses to drink, they paused for a while and looked at each other: what should we call this?

It was the solemn warrior who was the one who reacted the fastest, and he quickly grasped the key. I saw him approaching, raising the pottery cup to his chest, bowing his head earnestly and salute: "Your Highness!"

Then everyone bowed their heads and saluted: "Your Highness!" Then they drank a big cup of cold cocoa in one gulp.

The bright red cocoa juice dripped from the corners of the mouths of the generals. This was the drink of the warriors and nobles, and it was also a gift from the gods. The ice-cold cocoa is blended with special juices and flavored with honey, spices and chili peppers, like the blood of a god.

All the generals saluted neatly and loudly, giving the boy a strange feeling, a kind of slightly drunk as if he was drunk.

He bowed his head resolutely in return, and he could smell the sweetness of honey in the air, the pungent smell of spices, and the pungency of chili peppers. Thinking of the bitterness and sweetness of Leng Coco, the young man's heart twitched and his face turned bitter. But the slight intoxication just now disappeared.

Only then did Avit approach Tissock's body, looking at the pale and **** face, smelling the faint breath of death. His joy slowly faded, and a deep sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.

After all, this is his compatriot's second brother, with the warmth of his childhood for more than ten years. Even if they turned against each other because of their power and regarded each other as enemies, the warm memories of the past could not be erased.

"Perhaps, only in the face of dead enemies and non-threatening corpses will warmth flow out of the king's heart again, and put on the coat of tenderness for the cruel power struggle."

Shiroute looked at his friend who was sad from the bottom of his heart, and sighed in his heart.

"It's better to bring back such a corpse than to bring back a brother who will eventually be turned into a corpse by Avit. This will at least preserve a little more warmth for your friends!"

After a long time, Avit woke up from his memory. His eyes returned to indifference.

"The old king is dead, and all sins are naturally judged by God. Take the corpse down and let the priests embalmed it. After all, it will be brought back to the capital and buried in the royal cemetery."

"Remember to ask the commanders and captains of the battalions to take a look and make sure that Tissock is dead!"

The personal guard bowed his head and led the order, and took the corpse out of the tent. The big tent regained its liveliness, with a little more excitement than before.

Avette kindly pulled the boy to the vicinity of the throne. Acap, a serious warrior, a noble priest, the three of them greeted him together.

"Come on, Shulot, let me introduce you."

Avit took the boy's hand with one hand and the serious warrior's arm with the other. The serious warrior hurriedly bowed his head and saluted the king.

"This is my loyal samurai Gulim, who is from a hereditary noble family and has been following me for more than 20 years since I was a child. He has been planning the overall situation for me in the capital last year. The two thousand family samurai in the Ketoko reinforcements are the his arrangement.

Gulim has worked hard all these years. We can win the battle of the army so easily, but thanks to him! Now that he has come to help me plan, the intelligence work of the army is handed over to him. "

Hearing Avit's praise, Gulim lowered his head solemnly and saluted the king again.

Hearing this, Shilot moved in his heart. This is the absolute confidant of his friend, the future intelligence chief.

Since Avett started his army, he no longer needed to worry about Tissock's suspicions, and the old men who had gone to Tarasco in the past gathered together one after another. Shulot has already known many generals, but Gulim is the only one who is solemnly introduced today, which shows the other party's status in Avit's heart.

The boy also lowered his head and clenched his fists, and saluted Gulim with a solemn expression.

Then Gulim returned the salute again seriously.

Seeing the formal salute between the two, the young noble priest next to him laughed and joked.

"Since we are all eagles, we don't have to learn how to flap the wings of a turkey. Let's fly directly!"

Hearing these words, Gulim remained silent.

Shirot smiled and nodded to the young priest.

He had some doubts in his heart: "Where does this rich and noble son come from? He is so ignorant of world affairs that he compares me and Gulim to turkeys? This is more reckless and simple than me."

Avit also smiled when he heard the words. He held Shulot with one hand and introduced the noble youth with the other.

"This is one of the six elders of the chief priests of the Great Temple, the youngest son of Uger, a hereditary noble from the royal city, Ugos. Now he is also the fifth-level coyote priest in the capital. He came this time as a war effort. The priests joined the army and made a special contribution to the alliance."

Hearing the chief priests, the six elders, these key messages. The young man pondered in his heart, if he realized something. He glanced at Avit, and his friend nodded slightly. When the boy looked back at Uggos again, a smile appeared on his face.

"As soon as I arrived at the camp, I heard about His Highness's reputation. When I saw him today, he was indeed a good-looking warrior. He was indeed a warrior like a flower." Hugos reservedly commented on Shulot.

Gulim also nodded in approval.

"His Royal Highness can develop catapults and longbows, and he is really good at ingenuity. He created words and is knowledgeable. He put forward a slogan to end the war in the camp, which shows that he knows people's hearts. This time, shooting the old king to kill the general is even more unusual in bravery. .

I will give you another cup of cocoa. May the heart of the scholar never fall, the heart of the wise never change, and the heart of the warrior always be there! "

Having said that, Gulim filled another cup of mixed cocoa, raised the ceramic cup over his forehead solemnly, and drank it again.

Seeing Gulim like this, the boy could only sigh softly. He also filled up a cup of mixed cocoa and drank it with a salute. Immediately, the spirit was lifted, the sweetness overflowed the mouth and nose, the bitterness echoed on the tip of the tongue, the scorching heat burned the chest and abdomen, and the heart twitched again. It's so hard!

Avit looked at the etiquette of the two with a smile.

He smiled secretly in his heart. Sherlot only drank hot cocoa with honey, and was especially sensitive to peppers and spices. Now the boy's secretly twitching expression can't hide it from him.

"Although cocoa is the drink of nobles and warriors, it is in the world and the priests of the Great Temple do not like to drink it." Ugos also drank a little cocoa and continued to interject.

"I once drank the holy water of the chief priests in the Great Temple of the Holy City. It was a gift from God, and I had to fast for three days to drink it. Every time I drink it, I feel like I want to fly. The gods share the joy in their hearts, and they don’t leave headaches like Shenyan, which is a supreme treasure.”

The boy was stunned for a moment. It sounded like some kind of special medicine, which made people feel good. He asked curiously, "Where does the holy water come from? How can I drink it?"

Hugos smiled mysteriously, and his eyes were quite contented.

He looked at Avit, nodded and saluted: "Holy water of course comes from God's gift. When the noble king attends the enthronement ceremony in the capital, the chief priests will naturally offer it respectfully!"

Avit laughed and patted Uggs on the shoulder. Shilot secretly wrote down the name of "Holy Water".

The banquet started immediately. During the war, there wasn't much fancy food, just a good variety of food and enough portions.

Sherlot first ate a tortilla with a nopal. This cactus is a favorite of cochineal insects, and the taste is softer and fresher, with a sweet and refreshing taste. This is for appetizers to pad the stomach.

Then he spread out a burrito, added delicious **** corn, fragrant pine mushrooms, hot roasted venison, and smeared it with fresh wild honey. After carefully rolling, the bite is tender and soft, sweet but not greasy, and has a faint fragrance. This is the favorite staple food of teenagers.

After feeling sixty percent full, the boy took two more skewers of fresh pineapple grilled meat, sprinkled with light chili powder. The sweet and sour pineapple is exciting, and the slightly spicy turkey meat is grilled, slightly crispy, and soft enough. This is a non-greasy non-staple meal.

Afterwards, the boy thought for a while, and then put another bowl of tomato and mushroom soup. He still likes the slightly sourness of the tomatoes and the freshness of the mushrooms. This is the soup after dinner. Feeling full.

In the end, the teenager hesitated for a long time between the sweet cactus fruit and the vanilla chocolate, and finally chose two kinds of cactus fruit. Because it is now October, when the cactus fruit is just ripening.

After he cooled the cactus fruit slightly with well water, he tore open the peel and took a bite.

The green and white pulp is sweet and juicy, like watermelon in summer, and the purple-red pulp is glutinous and sweet, more like dragon fruit in autumn. Then a faint feeling of fluttering flooded into the young man's mind, which was a slight illusion unique to the cactus fruit, which brought a moment of confusion.

When the banquet arrived, everyone had drank tequila, and there was a commotion in the tent.

Avite got up from the throne, waved the divine staff in his hand, like a war stick, and made a war dance.

The heads of the city-states and their immediate generals will stand up.

The warriors stood side by side, roaring with eagles and tigers, waving shields and battle sticks. They beat each other at a furious pace, hitting each other from time to time, causing the roar of the battle formation, and skillfully staggering, stepping on the ground with force, showing the agility and strength of their movements.

Stanley beat the heavy drums, and the dull drum beats jumped out of the excitement of the battle.

Acap played a beautiful ocarina, and the distant sound of the flute flew into the distance of heaven and earth.

Shulot sang a simple Kagura, and Qingyue's high song haunted the desolation of ancient times.

Ugos whispered a gorgeous aria, and an elegant light song depicting the changes of the four seasons.

This is the samurai's tribute to the battle formation and the memory of the ancestors. All the vast land that has been experienced, all the changing seasons, all unfold like a picture in the past memories, like a river that misses everyone's heart lake.

All the generals danced to their heart's content, sympathizing with each other in the dance center, they played in unison, and they did not distinguish between you and me in the ensemble. Until they are close to each other, there is no more care at the hearty place. Turned into wanton shouting, weeping and singing in the fierce place!

This is the resonance and emotion of the samurai, lost ~www.readwn.com~ slightly drunk, gradually forgetting themselves, and only the collective common fighting spirit is left!

Shilot also sang and drank. When he was happy, he threw the pottery cup, snatched Stanley's war drum, and struck Kitaro's banquet! The young man sang back for a thousand years in a low roar, and then fell to the ground unconsciously.

When he woke up, Ye Feng had a slight chill, and he was covered with Avit's cloak. He looked around the big tent, full of drunken generals, and then looked up, it was Avett smiling on the throne.

"My peerless warrior, how was today's dinner?"

Just woke up, the young man's heart is still full of pleasure and wanton feasting.

He laughed and said in admiration:

"The wine draws the sword and sings loudly, and the lyrics are intense.

Xiongzhi knows that the great cause has been accomplished, and the domineering heart still thinks about the warriors.

Qun'er chased me melodiously, dancing and looking around at how generous! "

Avette chuckled:

"Shirot, you don't have to say something you don't understand. How was the dinner party? Is it good or bad?"

"Of course it's excellent! Before today's banquet, I brought Tissock's corpse to show off too much power.

The banquet was so exhilarating that the city-state and its generals could gather together happily, and the priests and warriors drank and sang together. All generals will be able to open their hearts and remove the grudges in their hearts. "

"After the dinner party, all the hearts and minds belong to you!"

Then, Shirot patted his hands and praised: "Even I was drunk by you tonight. It's unimaginable to have so many wanton gestures!"

"No! No!" The young man suddenly realized, "Avite, what kind of medicine did you put in this wine?!"

The king on the throne smiled and said nothing. Gulim turned out from behind the shadow of the throne, bowed deeply to the young man, and apologized with a solemn gift.

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