Aztec Eternals

The setting sun shines on the city of Shiroishi, changing the brilliant light and shadow on the pure white walls, just like the fate of the noble.

On the east side of the capital city in the lake, outside the palace area, there is a vast mansion with a red roof and white walls. This mansion is very close to the ferry to the east of the capital. But half a day away, you can take a canoe to the city of Texcoco on the east bank of Lake Texcoco.

The mansion has a rare two-story building, which is beyond the regulation of civilians. Dozens of houses and halls are neatly arranged in a solemn atmosphere. The south-facing residence is bright and spacious, decorated with patterns of obsidian and volcanic rock, which is the master's room.

Behind the main house, there is a platform of the same height as the house, and there are stone and wood benches, which are used for sunbathing and cooling, which are favored by the Mexica nobility. In the corner of the mansion, there is a special toilet covered with hay and marl, and the door is lit with incense.

At this moment, an elegant and handsome young man in Chinese clothes was reclining on the bench, watching the gorgeous and fleeting sunset, and feeling the glory of Zeng Jin. There was a gentle melancholy on his face, and a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"What a grand and glorious ceremony for the King of the Mexicas to come to the throne! I think of you today, Coyot, my great father. If I meet you again, after a long time, with a splendid The sunset, how can I tell you? With silence, with tears, with sighs... The glory of Texcoco's passing is something I will never forget."

Beside the young man, there is a middle-aged samurai. His face was full of determination.

"Respected king, we will definitely regenerate the city-state and lead the alliance! The Tenochtitlan people have once again had a brutal civil war, and their brutal rule will not last long. The old thief will eventually die!"

Hearing the samurai's words, the young man nodded slightly. Then, he sat up solemnly, his eyes shining brightly.

"In front of outsiders, don't call me king, I'm just a prince now."

The middle-aged warrior looked resentful. He blushed and shouted in a low voice.

"The Tenochtitlans are just one of the three tribes that built the alliance. They are the barbaric tribes on the island, the unrighteous traitors who rebelled against the suzerain, how can they compare with the Texcoco people who have been inherited for three hundred years! We are a nation of cultures, with thousands of years of wood-panelled murals in the great library, and the beauty of the poetry of the kings of all ages! We did not succumb to the Tepanek then, and we will not succumb to Tenochtit now. Lan people!"

The young man also straightened his spine, his face solemn and solemn.

"You are right! We will rise again! Time treats mortals equally, and the immortal sun will eventually die. Now, my uncle still controls the eight thousand warriors of the city. As long as we hold back, we will wait until the future. time!"

Having said that, the two looked at each other for a long time, their firm belief burning in their eyes.

At this moment, an attendant came hurriedly from the hall.

"His Royal Highness, the chief priest of the alliance is visiting and is waiting in the main hall. Please come and meet."

Prince Texcoco instantly restrained all his sharpness and turned into a melancholy and gentle youth. He nodded to the samurai and walked steadily towards the hall. After a while, the chief priest of the Feather Crown Divine Appearance appeared in front of him. He held a divine scepter in one hand and a wooden box with a red bottom in the other.

"Respected Prince Biriel, His Royal Highness the fasting prince, in the name of the patron saint, I salute you!" Kechar smiled kindly.

"Respected chief priest, the descendants of Akorva salute you and welcome you here! May I ask what I can do for you?" Prince Biriel bowed his head slightly and paid tribute to the spokesperson of God.

Kechar pondered slightly, then sighed.

"I am ordered by the immortal elder to inform you of unfortunate news. The king's uncle Trol lost the sustenance and caused the failure of the siege of Ottopan. He is guilty. Sacrifice and take the blame. This is his head."

Saying that, Kechar handed the red-bottomed wooden box to Biriel. His hands were blood red.

Hearing this, Biriel trembled all over. He opened the wooden box with difficulty and saw his uncle's unwilling and angry face. But for a moment, he slammed the wooden box shut, tears welling up in his eyes.

Soon, Biriel put away her tears. He suppressed his anger, bowed his head again without expression, and thanked Kechar. Then he turned around and put the wooden box on the sacrificial altar in the center of the main hall.

With this action, Biriel quickly thought about what to do. When he turned around again, there were tears on his face again. As if he couldn't control his body, he threw himself on the stone table, lowered his head to cover his expression, and cried out loudly.

Kechar also looked at all this sadly, and nodded slightly in his heart. Although Prince Biriel is only eighteen years old, he is quite smart. At this time, neither too much indignation nor too much forbearance, pretending that nothing happened. Crying is the best option.

"In this way, Prince Biriel is indeed a good marriage partner. He can also restrain King Avit." Kechar's thoughts turned around, and then he comforted him.

"His Royal Highness, Uncle Troel has expelled all guilt with his lofty self-sacrifice. He is about to return to the kingdom of the sun and continue to fight for the light! Your Highness does not need to be too sad. The elder has no intention of continuing to chase after him. It's your fault."

Kechar smiled slightly, his face like a spring breeze.

"In the kingdom of God, Uncle Troel will still bless you. I heard that Your Highness is not yet married, and the old one has a grandniece who is fourteen years old this year. She is quiet and elegant, and has not yet promised anyone. I wonder if Your Highness intends to accept the patron saint. blessing, to teach her the poetry of Texcoco?"

Thinking of this, Kechar sighed in his heart, Kepana was still too disobedient. As Biril's wife, she is the right match. But at this time, Prince Biriel was at a low point. He should also be able to accept it and marry his grandniece as his wife.

Biriel pondered quickly and was a little surprised and surprised by the high priest's gesture. He pondered for a moment, it seemed that there was indeed a gap between Avit and the High Priest. Since it is impossible to propose a marriage to Avette, the line of the chief priest is indeed a good choice for marriage. It's a pity that it's not the granddaughter of a direct relative.

Biriel immediately stopped his tears and bowed respectfully to the chief priest: "The chief priest is willing to show love, and treat it as the blessing of Wang Shuying's spirit, which is naturally excellent. After I buried Wang Shu with a generous gift, I would come to the door again, Ask for the friendship of flowers and birds."

Kechar smiled kindly and nodded. Looking at the change in Biriel's expression, he became more and more satisfied.

Soon, a maid brought bright red cocoa drinks. Biriel took a drink first, expressing the samurai's blessing. Immediately he asked, "His Excellency the High Priest, this is a special cocoa made by Texcoco. Would you like to have a cup too?"

Kechar glanced at the cocoa mixed with unknown spices and smiled. As a poisonous pharmacist, how could he drink drinks of unknown origin. What's more, not long ago, he was ordered by the elder to sacrifice Wangshu Trol.

"Thank you for your friendship. But as priests, we only drink the holy water given by the gods, and we can't experience the charm of cocoa. If your highness is interested, I can bring you some holy water from the Great Temple next time to taste. It is a divine thing, it is really wonderful. Extremely."

Biriel smiled and thanked him. The two then chatted with a smile, next to a bright red wooden box at the bottom. Inside the box is the head of Trol listening quietly.

After a while, Prince Biriel respectfully escorted Chief Priest Kechar out.

"Uncle Wang's head will be worshipped by you first, so that his soul will ascend to the depths of the kingdom of God. After two days, I will come back and take the head of the distinguished person."

Biriel's face darkened, he nodded and said yes.

The two bid farewell to each other. Afterwards, Bilier turned around and returned to the main hall. In front of the middle-aged warrior who arrived after hearing the news, he pulled out his dagger, cut his arm, and wept bitterly again.

"My beloved uncle, you were killed for no reason, my heart aches like a knife! The immortal old thief will not let go of the last military power, I swear not to coexist with you!"

The middle-aged samurai also burst into tears. He fought back his grief: "King, should we set off immediately, return to the city of Texcoco, and mobilize the samurai and militia, just in case?"

Biriel pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "The warriors are not in his hands, and there is no chance of winning. Since the old thief sent Kechar to test me, he has no intention of killing. Kechar is willing to marry me, which has also confirmed. This means.

Killing the general on trumped-up charges has already made the nobles dissatisfied. What's more, killing the prince without any charges? Thieves don't do reckless things. When we finish offering sacrifices to Uncle Wang, return the head, and then cross the lake to the east."

The middle-aged warrior nodded in admiration. Then the maid presented the flowers, and the two paid tribute to Trol's head together, wrapping the flowers around the head. They recited sacrificial poems, using flowers and bright red to bid farewell to the dead souls.

Leaving the Prince's Palace, Kechar went straight to the Chief Palace under the guard of the war priest. The elder's instructions have been completed, and his plan has been steadily implemented. The only worry now is that Su Hui's child from the Huter family. The High Priest Shuter must have been on his way day and night, and he might have already reached the capital.

"It can't be dragged any longer, it will change later." Outside the palace, Kechar looked at the changing light and shadow on the white wall. Just after sunset, the light and shadow turned into darkness, just like the fate of the honorable.

The high priest stepped up the long stone steps and entered the hall of bonfires and candles. The elder sat quietly on the stone seat, looking at the dark sky in the west, with the sculptural captain behind him.

"Respected elder, the enthronement ceremony has been completed. The Troll of the Nezawal family has been sacrificed, and the head has been handed over to Prince Biriel for worship. According to the etiquette, after two days, the soul will ascend to the kingdom of God, Then you can pass on the first three armies."

Kechar smiled, knelt down respectfully, and saluted.

The elder nodded slightly.

"Ketchar, you've worked hard. How's Biriel from the Nezawal family?"

Kechar pondered for a while, then opened his mouth to save Bilier.

"Prince Biriel is young after all. He was a little angry at first, and then, under my persuasion, he realized Uncle Wang's guilt and cried all the time. From my point of view, he was still a child and didn't learn to endure, but he wasn't stupid either. ."

The elder nodded slightly again. He looked at Kechar quietly, his eyes seemed to see through everything.

Kechar raised his head slightly and looked at the expression of the elder. After a long silence, he knelt down again and saluted and asked.

"Respected elder, how to arrange the text matters?"

Candles go out, bonfires jump. The old man lowered his eyes slightly. Immediately, he slowly stood up ~www.wuxiax.com~ and walked towards the corridor of the gods.

"Ketzar, you've been following me for thirty years, haven't you?"

Kechar kept his kneeling posture. He looked up at the old man's back, which was elongated by the candlelight, casting shadows into his eyes.

"Yes, elder. Thirty years have passed since I graduated from the priesthood, and I have been under your command. I will follow you and try to do everything well." Kechar continued to answer respectfully, and there was something wrong in his heart. hunch.

"Yeah, my child. From the first time you entered the snake house and killed the rattlesnake with your bare hands. I knew that this was a child with first-rate skills, reactions, and determination. Later, you went on an expedition with your eldest brother and assassinated him. The city-state leaders in the south asked me for medicine, and I appreciate you even more. Since the death of my eldest brother, I appointed you as the chief priest. In the past thirteen years, you have never let me down. "

The elder's tone was filled with emotion. His mood fluctuated slightly, and he rarely said a lot. After speaking, he has stepped into the dark and narrow hallway of the gods, under the heavy protection of the guards. Then, in the darkness, the voice of the elder floated faintly.

"Ketchar, can I ask you one more thing?"

Kechar watched the figure of the elder go away, listened to the tone of the elder's request, and a bad premonition rose in his heart. He tried to keep a smile, his left hand clenched the copper-plated divine scepter, and his right hand reached into his arms, holding the poisoned dagger.

"Respected elder, I am willing to die for you!"

The elder finally turned around. He looked at Kechar from a distance, facing the faint candlelight, expressionless.

"That's good. My child, my life is not far from the kingdom of God. Can you help me, go to the kingdom of God to explore the way first?"

Kechar was horrified. He stood up abruptly, with a divine staff and a dagger in one hand, and rushed towards the elder.