Aztec Eternals

The galaxy is long, and the world is in a hurry. At this time, Qingmei is with you, time flies like flying, and in the silent place, across the distance, you can hear the voice of your heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the king's guards came quietly along the stone steps and under the moonlight. Shulot nodded with a smile, and Alyssa looked back reluctantly, then followed the guards away.

The boy sat alone on the pyramid, looked up, the bright moon was hanging high, and the stars were still there. His mood gradually calmed down, and he murmured to himself.

"The sky and the night are as cool as water, if you are alone, you must be in such a state of mind."

Afterwards, Shulot got up calmly, and in the middle of the night, he seemed to have matured a lot. In this world, he once again anchored himself and found his spiritual destination.

After a while, the boy looked at the empty Feathered Serpent Temple, surrounded by solemn and ancient murals, praising the birth of Feathered Serpent God. He rules the morning star, invented books and calendars, and selflessly brought corn to mankind. In Mesoamerican mythology, this is the only deity that symbolizes peace and prosperity.

"Will he disappear from history completely?"

Xiulot stood silently for a long time, deducing the future in his mind, and exploring history with his eyes. He thought of Martin Luther's religious reformation and Han Yu's ancient prose movement, and pondered in his heart.

"Let Him be a foreshadowing! After contacting Westerners long enough, and after the priests start to solidify, let the theologians reinterpret it. This will be an introduction similar to the Renaissance."

Shulot nodded secretly. Immediately, he turned around and saw Bertard standing quietly not far away, with calm eyes and a vicissitudes of life. The boy nodded to the warrior commander, and then went to the high priest's mansion.

Walking in the temple area after the ceremony, Xiulot watched calmly.

Not far away, in the mansions of the nobles, the lights of banquets were flickering at this time, and the sounds of celebratory songs were fluttering. The solemn drums sounded, the nobles danced heavily, the cheerful ocarina played, and the girls flew leisurely. In the grand praise of the night, the Mexica people sang to their heart's content, drank dadan, enjoyed the joy of the celebration, and sought spiritual comfort.

Amidst the sound of celebration, Shulot stepped on viscous liquid from time to time. This is the coagulated blood and the life of the sacrifice, waiting for tomorrow's cleansing after the carnival. The sacrifice of the Mexica festival is like the grand gladiatorial ceremony of ancient Rome. It uses blood to please the people, admires the folk customs of martial arts, and maintains the desire to conquer.

At this time, the boy was walking quickly under the moon, and the boy's face remained unchanged. After being softened in the middle of the night, he was forged by time again, and his heart was already as hard as a stone.

Not long after, Xiulot strode into the high priest's mansion and went straight to the main hall. As soon as he entered the hall, the young man saw his grandfather standing alone in the hall, dressed in a plain robe, slightly bowed, washing his hands in the pottery basin in the corner.

Shulot waved his hand to make the warrior commander back down. Afterwards, he waited for a moment, then approached softly, and saluted his grandfather respectfully.

Hearing the greeting, the high priest suddenly realized. He took his hand out of the pot, slowly straightened up, then turned his head, smiled kindly at the young man, his voice hoarse.

"Sholot, my child, you're back? I sacrificed for a whole day today, and my hands were stained with a lot of blood. I just washed them well. Just in time, I have something important to discuss with you."

Looking at his grandfather's gray hair and exhausted face, Shulot walked up to him and gently hugged the skinny old man.

"Grandfather, you have been tired all day, please sit down and rest for a while. I will come and discuss with you later."

The high priest nodded, turned around and slowly walked to the center of the hall to sit down and rest with his eyes closed.

Xiulot bent down, just picked up the pot, and then his eyes froze. I saw that the pottery basin was full of clear water, but there was no trace of blood. He stood there for a few breaths, then went out without changing his expression, drained all the water in the pot, and returned calmly.

The young man put away the pot, sat cross-legged opposite his grandfather, and waited silently. Grandfather seemed extremely tired. He lowered his head and dozed off for a while, then suddenly woke up, looked up at the boy opposite, and laughed at himself.

"Haha, I'm really old, my eyes are dim, and my physical strength is not as good as when I followed the ancestors. I can charge forward in armor and fight for two days without retreating. Even a few years ago, I could also study the murals of the feathered snakes of the ancestors all day long. , translated into poetry overnight"

Today's grandfather was a little rambling, but Xiulot listened with a smile on his face. Then, he stretched out his hand silently, and took his grandfather's callused hand.

The high priest was taken aback for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and withdrew his hand. Then, he straightened his back, showing a bit of strength, and when he spoke again, there was a slight emotion in his tone.

"According to the last wish of the late king, I have studied the Feathered Serpent God all my life. I wanted to use it to unite all parts of the world, but I never imagined that when I was old, I would completely abandon him and follow the elder's will to become the high priest of the main god. Today I will personally announce His death, and give all glory to the Lord God!

My child, things are impermanent. The primordial sun, Tezcatlipoca, controls destiny, is as omnipresent and unpredictable as the wind of night, and who can penetrate him? And now, even He will abdicate as a demigod and return his destiny to the main god. From then on, the main god is supreme.”

The high priest's voice gradually became low, turning into a chanting whisper, and he closed his eyes and prayed.

Xiulot looked at his grandfather with concern, showing worry on his face. The ancestor my grandfather recalled was naturally not the short-lived Tisok, but Montezuma I who ruled the empire for thirty years. Never was the grandfather of yesteryear so sentimental.

It took a while before the high priest opened his eyes again, regaining his previous shrewdness and determination. Immediately, his face became serious, and he said seriously.

"How about meeting the princess today?"

Shulot smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Very good. I fall in love with her, and she also falls in love with me. The hummingbird and the lotus are in harmony, and they only wait for the day when they bloom."

Feeling the boy's true joy, the high priest smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay! My child, you have to go deeper into the heart of the princess, so as to leave a foreshadowing by the king's side!"

Hearing this, Shulot froze. He savored his grandfather's words, with uneasy guesses in his heart.

"Stay. Foreshadowing?"

The high priest nodded solemnly. Without hesitation, he said directly in a deep voice.

"Although it has not been fully negotiated, a plan has been made today. You are my hope, and I will naturally not hide major events from you. My child, I intend to push you to entrust the foreign domain within one or two years. You need Prepare in advance and leave some foreshadowing in the capital!"

Xiulot was shocked. He opened his eyes wide and looked at his grandfather puzzled.

"Separate feudal domains within a year or two? The Divine Enlightenment Institute has only been in operation for two months, and the gunpowder of Tianhuo Island has just been successfully developed, and Alyssa and I only talked to each other tonight. Why is this?!"

The high priest shook his head solemnly, showing affirmation.

"This matter is imperative. Although I have this intention, it was Gilliam who came to me first. It is impossible for the 'king's eyes' to act behind the king's back. Avit must have promised that since the estrangement is born, the suspicion of power will Persistence, and grow stronger over time

Smart people always predict the arrival of the rainy season from the wet wind, thus planting the seeds of the future in advance. My child, you have always been wise, you should know that there can only be one king in the capital of the lake. The combined status of me and you is enough to threaten the power of the king. And the better you are at everything, the more inevitable the end

Strong jaguars can only be safe and sound if they are separated in different forests. Don't you want us to take one last risk and step on the king's blood to climb to the top? "

After listening to his grandfather's words, Shulot's complexion changed drastically, and countless pictures flashed in his mind.

He thought of Avit's smile, imagined him lying in a pool of blood, and shuddered in his heart. Then, he remembered the dream he had a long time ago. He was sitting on the throne with a cold and indifferent face. In the end, the picture freezes on the girl in white who is embracing each other tightly, with those pure eyes and innocent smile, she suddenly weeps away.

"Why is this?"

Shulot was dazed and murmured to himself. He really wanted to get up immediately, go to Montezuma Palace to find a teacher and friend, and express his sincere heart. However, his body seemed to be controlled by a monster in the soil. He sat down and took root, but he couldn't stand up.

Looking at Shulot, who couldn't accept it for a while, the high priest stretched out one hand and gently stroked his hair, while holding the boy's palm with the other hand.

After a long time, Xiulot sighed and showed determination again.

"Grandfather, how did Avit Gilliam negotiate with you?"

The high priest looked at the boy calmly, with deep reluctance in his eyes.

"After today's sacrifice, we discussed again. Although the specific details have not yet been determined, the approximate time and place have been determined

Within a year or two, you will, as the heir to the royal family, entrust a feudal vassal to rule a region, and marry the princess at the latest at the age of twenty. If there is no military call, you cannot return privately when enfeoffing foreign domains. A few years later, as long as I go to the Kingdom of God, you can return to the capital in the lake. "

Hearing this, Xiulot was shocked again. He looked at his grandfather, and squeezed his hand tightly, showing a little panic rarely.

"Grandfather, your body"

The high priest smiled gently, and rubbed the boy's hair again.

"My child, don't worry. Although this old body is not very clean, it should last until you and the princess get married. At that time, I can also go to see the Lord God with peace of mind, and reunite with the first king."

Then, the high priest continued to speak earnestly without pausing.

"I have carefully considered the location of enfeoffment. Two weeks ago, Gilliam asked me about the city of Hirotepec in the north, but I directly rejected it.

Xirotpek State is only four to five hundred miles away from the capital city in the lake, and the messenger only needs to travel by water for a few days, and the surrounding area is tightly controlled by the capital city. There have been wars and turmoil there for a long time, and the people are already sparsely populated and the fields are barren. In the east are loyal Vastek subjects, in the west are tenacious Otomi mountain people, and in the north are rebellious dog descendants, with little room for development.

As for the east, I will naturally not let you go deep into the Tlaxcala people and gain a foothold in the coastal city-state of the Totonac people. It is too dangerous there. The only two options are the south and the west.

Although the land of the Mixtec people in the south is rich, it is only a safe place. The situation there is complicated, and the local tribes are connected with each other. Although he has experienced several crusades by the alliance, he is always uncertain about defection. Further south, the Zapotecs were more volatile.

Only the land of Mikenche in the west, the territory of the Tarascos, is the place where great achievements can be made! Qin Congcan, the capital of the Tarascos, is six or seven hundred miles away from the alliance, and there is no direct waterway connection, so the alliance is beyond reach.

There is the rich Patzcuaro Lake area, which can imitate the alliance and build a large-scale high-yield Chinanpa; there are a large number of open-pit copper mines, which can be used to forge bronze equipment, train powerful legions, and make copperware to develop trade; There are territories suitable for expansion everywhere, the alliance of the Tesk people in the west and north is loose and weak, and the Trapanic people in the south and east are also weak and weak.

Haven't you been obsessed with Kolima state? Starting from Qincongcan, heading west for 700 li, is Kolima State. If you conquer the Chapala Lake area at the southwesternmost point of the Leman River, and go south from there, you can reach the hinterland of Kolima State in just over two hundred miles. If there really is a 'big iron mine that changes the world' there, this is the only way to conquer it! "

Having said that, the high priest touched Shulot's head again, with a heavy and meaningful tone.

"My child, remoteness means self-government, the lake area represents population, copper mines can be turned into force, and expansion has the future! If you are entrusted in the land of Mikencho, you will have the foundation of business. If the king is still alive in a few decades , you can’t go any further, and command the alliance, then you can control this place and sit down, so that you can take a step back and still rule the world, waiting for the opportunity!”

Hearing about Colima State and thinking of the Colima Iron Mine, Xiulot was refreshed. He contained all the ups and downs of emotion and concentrated on contemplation. After a while, the boy asked in a deep voice.

"Isn't Gilliam worried about enfeoffing here, our family will grow up in the West in the future, and it will be alienated from the alliance?"

The high priest laughed lightly and shook his head with a complicated expression.

"We are a branch of the royal family, how can we separate from the alliance? At most, we can separate things from the main branch of the royal family. Once Tarasco is conquered, the Patzcuaro Lake District is 700 miles away from the capital, and the messengers run back and forth, the fastest The communication will take 20 to 30 days. The alliance must divide the vassal kings in order to stabilize the local area.

And enfeoffing you in this remote place, avoiding power struggles in the capital, and leaving the issue of succession to the future. For the main branch of the royal family, this is killing two hares with one stick, so naturally they are willing.

What's more, the current Tarasco Alliance is extremely prosperous, with a full 50,000 warriors, able to mobilize 100,000 militiamen, and can also recruit the vassal Tesk tribe. If you want to completely conquer this place, you need to mobilize the entire alliance and carry out the Western Expedition with the power of the whole country. The two royal families, nobles and nobles, internal and external priests, direct subordinates and warriors of the city-state... All forces must be mobilized.

We need to take charge of the Northern Route Army. This time, it is also necessary to call all the branch nobles, take out all the accumulation of the holy city, mobilize the temple warriors of the priesthood, and fight with all their strength. This promised fief is to be exchanged with the blood of warriors! "

In the end, the high priest's words were full of generosity and heroism. There was a confident look in his eyes, as if he had returned to his youthful days when he was full of fighting spirit. However, this old body can no longer support the ambition in his chest. After a while, he bowed his waist and coughed forcefully.

Shulot got up quickly and helped the high priest rub his chest and back to calm his breath. Then the boy brought a glass of water and asked his grandfather to moisten his throat.

It took a long time for the high priest to speak hoarsely.

"Today's New Year's Sacrifice went well, with a huge scale that shocked the nations. It seems that there should be no problems with the tributes of the states this year. After the two sacrifices, the morale of the tens of thousands of the alliance's legions is high. They will continue to wait for two months. Wait until After the tributes of the various states have been handed over, the target of the campaign is determined.

This time, as long as there is no major disturbance in the southern states, the alliance will temporarily let it go. The real expedition to the west will begin after the autumn harvest. But in April, the direct warriors will gather on a large scale, coercing the border of the Tarascos and forcing them to mobilize their guard. Thus consuming their food and destroying their spring plowing!

We have tens of thousands of hectares of Chinanpa, and we can mobilize part of the army during farming to destroy the agricultural production of the states. This is why the states fear us.

My child, when the time comes, you will need to lead thousands of elites, most of the navy, to locate and set up a stronghold on the Leman River in the north in advance, and repeatedly harass the north of the Tarascos. If the navy can go deep into Lake Queteo, it can completely destroy the cultivation of the northern states of the Tarascos, create hundreds of thousands of refugees, consume a large amount of their food and population, and reduce their war potential!

This will make it easier for the Northern Route Army to conquer Qiuhou, but you have to do what you can, especially relying on the navy. "

Hearing the plan to destroy the spring plowing, Shulot nodded silently. The tragedy of the Otomi people came to his mind again. The boy closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his heart was as firm as iron.

The high priest continued to drink some water, rested for a while, and ordered another important matter.

"This time Ugel came back from Hirotepec and talked about the situation in the northern town. If what he said is true, the separate treatment of the various classes you suggested should be very effective and can be promoted in the conquered areas. Mental collapse The later Otomi warriors, once converted, became quite devout, a force that the priesthood could effectively control.

Two days later, the elders will exile the 2,000 nobles and warriors of Texcoco to the northern important town, and I will let Ugel lead the team to go north again, and bring a generous gift to the royal noble Osei lol. Ocelor is about to serve as the new city lord of Hirotepec, and Ugel has always been on good terms with him.

When you lead the troops north in April, first go to meet with Othello, try to establish contact with him, or let others think that you have established contact. At the same time, go and see the situation of the 4,000 Otomi warriors. If this legion is worthy of use, train one or two, and collect it into the Northern Route Army after the autumn harvest.

The northern important town has a special location, this will be another foreshadowing! Although, the chances of it being used are not high.”

Hearing this, Shulot bowed to the ground and bowed to promise. He thought about the plan of the Western Expedition, and the fighting spirit slowly ignited in his heart.

It wasn't until the night fell that the high priest finally gave all the important orders. There was already an unconcealable tiredness on his face. The boy took two steps forward and helped his grandfather to the bedroom to rest. Before long, my grandfather fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he still frowned from time to time.

Shulot looked at his grandfather who was restless, and sighed softly. The high priest, who had always been strong, was now just an old and thin mortal, with the burden of the alliance and family on his shoulders, and his life was like a candle in the wind.

After a moment of silence, the boy left silently. He walked to the courtyard, stood under the cold moonlight, and looked at the distant stars. Over the night, he was full of emotions. First tenderness is like water, then protection is like a mountain, sometimes worry is like wind, and sometimes it is hot like fire. Hundreds of feelings came to my heart, but it was difficult to speak, many expressions changed on my face, and finally returned to calm.

After a long time, the night wind blew, and Shulot was slightly chilled. He tightened his black robe tightly and smiled lightly.

"It's cold, but it's autumn. When the wind blows, the clouds should fly~"

The boy nodded to the stars, turned around and went to rest. Sleep peacefully that night.

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