Aztec Eternals

Shilot and Avit, standing side by side at the top of the hill. Neither of them said a word, just watched the sunset completely fall and the night slowly descended. Although they hadn't seen each other for a day, the two became strangers all of a sudden.

There is no moon tonight. Dark clouds have covered the sky.

"It's going to rain." Sherlot said.

"Well. Tomorrow's road is not easy to go." Avette smiled.

"Yesterday's battle was a big victory." Sherlot said, "You said, how will the king reward you when you go back?"

"Fighting against the Otomi people, where's the big win?" Avette chuckled. "Besides, the first result of this battle was the decisive attack by Kasar, and then the support of Barda. I just watched the battle from the top of the mountain."

Shirou was stunned for a while, then hesitantly asked: "But your perseverance is the most arduous task. And aren't you going to claim military exploits?"

Looking at the simple expression of doubt on the boy's face, Avit finally burst out laughing. "Shirot, what's the use of military exploits?"

"Can you get the king's reward? Get a higher position?" Sherlot thought for a while and said.

"What does this mean to me?" Arvet asked rhetorically.

Sherlot thought for a moment, Avit was the king's younger brother, and not long ago he was in control of the royal family's intelligence and security department. In TV dramas, such roles seem to have to keep a low profile.

"Then what's the point?" Sherlot asked.

Avit did not answer directly, but instead asked: "Why are there more than 100 warriors following you today?"

"They seem to be relatives of the deceased, and I presided over the funeral of the deceased's soul last night." Sherlot replied cautiously.

"Well, did you have any military exploits yesterday?"

"No." After a moment of hesitation, Shulot still faced the truth.

"So, what is power?" Arvet continued to ask.

"What is power?" Sherlot pondered the question. As a person with memories of the past, he does not believe in blood and divine power.

"Honorable status?" Sherlot thought of King Tisok.

Avni just smiled and didn't speak.

Shilot continued to rack his brains to think about the memories of different eras. Suddenly, a sentence learned in class suddenly popped into my mind: "Power comes from the people!"

Aveni was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Shirault for a while, before slowly nodding his head. "You're right, power comes from people's hearts. You really have Su Hui."

"You said, what is the human heart?" Avette looked at Shulot with some seriousness.

"A behavior that makes people honorable." Scholot recalled this era, the daily rituals of grandfather and king, the funeral held for the dead yesterday, and the sacrifice in the name of God. Finally, I thought of Zong Zhou's "Ritual Music".

"The act of bringing benefits to people." Shiroute remembered the cheers of the samurai warriors during the victory yesterday, the importance of productivity, and the power of wealth in his memories.

"Long-term unchanging habit." Shulot recalled the inertia of history, the long theocratic era in Central America, the Zhou Dynasty that lasted to the Warring States Period, and the religions that have been passed down for thousands of years.

"anything else?"

There must be something else. Sherlot pondered all the memories. The human heart, the human heart is domination, the legitimacy of domination, the source of legitimacy. However, an inexplicable force had blurred his past memories and prevented him from continuing to think.

Perhaps, time will tell him everything.

"I don't know." Shilot no longer struggled, and turned to look at Avette with expectant eyes.

However, Avette did not continue the conversation just now, nor did he suddenly pick up a wooden stick and slammed Shulot on the head, asking "Are you enlightened?".

He just looked at the night sky quietly.

Shilot also looked at the night sky, and there were countless stars in the night sky. On a summer night in Central America, in a medieval bonfire, the Milky Way is so bright and the world is so vast.

For a thousand years, to the stars, it is but a moment. Can the rise and fall of the human world really lead to changes in astrology?

Shulot stared at Ziwei Xing in the north. He was located in the center of the northern sky. He was so bright and dazzling, as if he had a natural majesty. There seems to be a sentence in my ear: "If you control the hearts of the people, you will control the country."

A gust of wind blew, and the drizzle rustled down, wetting the feather crests of the two of them.

"It's raining, let's go back."

Avit turned around and walked towards the camp.

Silent all night.

A few days passed quickly, and the June rainy season began to warm. The continuous rain made the forest more difficult to walk. There was another path in the forest, and the body of the fallen Otomi prisoner stretched all the way to the foot of the city of Hilotepec. And soon, the grass and trees will bury the road and bring the life back to the earth.

The Mexica warriors were still excited to win at the beginning, and then they were demoralized by the boundless rain and mountains. Fortunately, the road is not long. Soon, the city of Hilotepec was in sight.

If we are going to attack Ottopan later, this road will be extended to more than half a month. Shirot frowned and thought, that would be a disaster.

Casal was at the head of the line. Today, he is wearing an official sunstone cape and a special feather crown that is gorgeously unfolded. Behind him are a row of flag bearers holding flags of various colors, and behind him are the Jaguar military nobles who have made military exploits, escorting more than 2,500 people. Otomi prisoner.

Casal's always indifferent face was full of joy, and Barda beside him was also wearing a formal eagle noble costume, strutting his head high, triumphantly.

The team that returned with victory took the prisoners and approached the west gate of Hilotepec City. After the siege of the city for many days, the warriors of various states who had nothing to do also cheered and howled enthusiastically.

Shirot finally saw Teotihuacan's team. His father was in full swing, bringing Olosh and a group of familiar warriors over to watch the fun.

In the past two months, father and son finally met. Husok strode forward and pulled Huluot into his arms. The two seemed to have a thousand words to say, but for a while they didn't know how to speak.

On the other hand, Oloshi came up and patted Shulot on the shoulder happily: "Hey~www.wuxiax.com~ Shulot, I haven't seen you for a while, you seem to be a lot more mature."

Seeing Olosh's casual move, Bertard, who had been following behind Shilot, frowned, stepped forward, and slightly protected Shilot's side. The eyes of the two jaguar-strength warriors faced each other, and then looked at each other, with light in their eyes, and the fighting intent was burning like fire.

Shilot hurriedly introduced the two sides. Hearing that Orosh was the teacher who taught Shurott martial arts, Bertard took a step back and bowed his head slightly to apologize to Jaguar.

Hearing that Bertard was a follower of Shulot, Husok and Orosh looked at each other, their expressions of surprise beyond words.

Afterwards, the father and son couldn't wait to share their experiences with each other. It didn't take long for Shilot to see Avit standing not far away, looking at the two with a smile.

Shirault quickly introduced: "This is Avet Sotl, the king's brother, my best friend."

Hearing these words, a satisfied arc appeared on Avit's handsome face, and then he looked at Hursok with a half-smile.

However, Xiusok's expression froze, and a look of worry that could not be concealed appeared on his resolute face. Apparently he'd heard of Avit.

The two greet each other.

"Respected Captain Hussock, you have indeed given birth to a son who is born intelligent." Avite said with a sincere smile and admiration.

"Where. Sherlot has always been stupid and unpopular. It's just a rumor that he's born smart, and at best he's only slightly good at numbers." Huthoke explained nervously.

"The king is already waiting to defeat the returning legion, we have to go first." Avit smiled again and turned to leave.

Shulot had no choice but to follow.

Before leaving, his father squeezed his hand tightly and made a lip speech: "Be careful!"