Aztec Eternals

The three of them gathered around the fire, chatting happily and loudly at night, to determine the next action. It wasn't until the night was deep that they dispersed happily.

However, after two glasses of water and wine, Shirault became a little drunk. The youth's body has not yet grown, and it is more likely to get drunk. Bertard reached out, took his arm, and escorted him back to the tent. The young man smiled, but did not refuse.

"Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating." With a self-deprecating smile, Shulot gave a warm hug, bid farewell to the loyal warrior chief, and then lay down on a simple sleeping pad while slightly drunk.

After a busy day of battle and a temporary camp, there is naturally no soft grass bed to lie on. The samurai also didn't have much to live by.

After drinking, his whole body became hot, so the boy took off his leather armor robe and slept naked with only single pants. A heavy dream, about four or five hours have passed, and it is not yet dawn. He woke up suddenly and sat up suddenly.

Shulot's eyes were straight, looking at the sky outside the tent, it was still a dark night. He had a strange dream just now.

In the dream, he saw a mighty man wearing a beast helmet, red armor and holding a divine scepter. The man sat on the high obsidian throne, looking at himself indifferently, surrounded by generals congratulating the new king.

"Avit!" He happily stepped forward and gave the new king a hug. The man pushed himself away and took off his helmet. The young man took a closer look and was instantly horrified. Under the helmet, it turned out to be his cold face.

The self who became the king stood up, handed the divine scepter to the boy who was standing still, pressed the boy on the stone seat again, and then disappeared. Congrats will continue. The young man was restless, he only felt that the divine scepter in his left hand was extremely heavy, the throne was cold and hard, and he felt uncomfortable all over. In the end, he finally couldn't help throwing the divine scepter and suddenly stood up from the throne!

Then, the boy woke up. When I looked again, I was sitting on the sleeping pad. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Reach out and touch the sleeping pad, the thin layer is really hard. Then he looked at his left hand again, and he didn't know when it was pressed under him just now, and it was already red.

Shiloh first took a sigh of relief, and his heart relaxed. Then I thought about it carefully, and it was a little dignified: "Power is really a terrible thing. Before I knew it, my heart was full of desire for the divine scepter and the throne."

"If one day in the future, I really gain the highest power, what will I become?" The young man shuddered when he thought of his cold and indifferent face on the throne.

"I must control myself. No matter what the future holds, I can't betray my true heart." Shirou clenched his fists unconsciously, muttered to himself firmly, and nodded silently.

Then, he remembered the dream and pushed his king away.

"Everyone will be changed by power. When Avit gets power, what will he become?"

Seeing that the sky was already before dawn, Sherlot put on a robe and walked out of the tent. He sat cross-legged on the grass with the morning dew, quietly watching the starry night sky.

It is September, and if it is in the northern hemisphere, it is already autumn. At this time, there is still the last warmth on the Mexican plateau, and the warm rainy season is slowly coming to an end.

A pale bright star caught the boy's eyes, facing east. It has a cold blue light and an indifferent murderous intent. The young man was a little fascinated, and even his pupils reflected a dim light. That is Sirius, the killing star in Chinese mythology, the burning star in ancient Greek mythology, and the lonely star in Mesoamerican mythology.

"The four battle drums won the first victory, and the three of them shot the condor at night. The two cups of remnant wine finally fell into the dream, and a little bit of Sirius fell into a lonely heart~"

The young man sang, the starry sky is so bright, and the dream is so far away. Will the warrior who is no longer lonely become the lonely king one day in the future?

Shulot forgot the time for a while, just looking at the starry sky before dawn. Until the morning light is faint, the morning sun rises from the east, and there is a beautiful sunrise in front of you. The boy's melancholy, like a whisper at night, gently dissipated in the wind, and was forgotten in a blink of an eye.

As the sun rose, the warriors woke up from their dreams. The voices were loud, the weapons rubbed against the armor, and the camp boiled with murderous intent from the silence. Xiulott packed up neatly and went to the big tent in the middle.

In the high tent, Avit's face was full of majesty. He was dressed in the king's divine attire, surrounded by armored jaguar warriors. Seeing Shurot coming over, he nodded slightly and showed a faint smile.

The crowd will arrive soon. Avit looked at the bright sky and ordered with a smile.

"Stley, the sun has risen, and Ketoko must be awake. Go and bring up your prisoner from yesterday."

Strong as a bear, Staley smiled knowingly, and the bone ring added a murderous footnote to the smile. Immediately, the leather armor swayed and strode away.

Not long after, there was a commotion outside the tent, and only one voice could be heard angrily roaring, but it was not very clear: "I am the newly appointed third-level honorable noble of the alliance! How dare you insult me ​​like this! Uh...uh..."

Afterwards, the tent's curtain was pulled back again, and the tall and strong Staley strode forward. With his right arm, he clamped a chubby figure who was struggling constantly, half strangling the other's neck. The tall body dragged the other party forward, like a giant bear holding a wild boar that was constantly flapping.

After dragging it to the middle of the tent, Stanley released his arm and threw the "wild boar" forward. The figure staggered and fell, lying on the ground coughing for a long time before slowly getting up and standing up.

Shulot took a closer look, and it was yesterday's middle-aged commander Ketoko. He was wearing only one nightgown, and his hair was disheveled, looking utterly embarrassed. His face flushed red, the suffocation and anger just now made him gasp violently, and his slightly bloated body kept shaking.

Avit watched this scene calmly. When Ketoko gasped for breath, he asked with a smile: "Ktoko, when did you become a third-level honorable noble? Did Tisock promise you? What else did he promise you?"

Ketoko lowered his head to straighten his pajamas and stroked his hair again, pretending not to hear and not answering.

He was born in the line of the chief priest Kechar, and he was a real noble class, and he was a second-level hereditary noble many years ago. This time Tisok was in danger, and he was in urgent need of his support, so he promised him the title of the third-level honorable noble and the corresponding chinampa. In Europe during this period, that was the distinguished marquis or earl.

Shulot knew that in the civil war of the royal family, even as a prisoner, the great noble Ketoko had the confidence to live without worries, waiting for his release after everything was over.

Avit is not bothered either. He just continued with a smile and said, "No matter what Tisok allowed you, it doesn't count now. Come on, Ketoko, tell me, the Hirotepec camp you want to support, how is it now?"

Hearing Avit's words, the great noble Kotoko raised his head and opened his mouth to refute something. Then, when he saw Avit's king costume and the divine scepter in his hand, he closed his mouth again. After waiting for a while, he said angrily, "I don't know!"

"You don't know?" Avette still smiled, but narrowed his eyes dangerously. Then he glanced at Stanley.

Stanley bowed his head respectfully. Afterwards, his burly body lowered slightly, and his hands pressed down on Ketoko's shoulders, like a bear squatting on a wild boar. Take a deep breath and press down hard.

The great noble Ketoko persisted for two seconds before being forced to kneel down forcefully. The pain made him tremble all over. His knees smashed two pits in the mud, and his head was pressed down in a formal salute to Avit.

Avit didn't speak, and looked at the great noble Ketoko with a smile. When Ketoko raised his head again, he slowly put away his smile, and asked again in a cold and calm voice: "You said, you don't know?"

This time, the warriors stood as statues. Shirot also froze in his heart, held his breath, and kept a serious silence.

All the sounds in the tent disappeared in an instant, and the needle drop could be heard in an instant. The great noble Ktoko knelt and raised his head, trying to look at the bright, tall and indifferent Avit.

It seemed only a moment, but it seemed like a long time. Only then did Ketoko slowly lower his head and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, my esteemed brother, General Trol has led four legions into the territory of Atotonilko. Before I set off with the reinforcements, I sent him the The messenger, so that he does not have to return to help.

The main camp of Hilotepec City was attacked by the elite warriors of the Otomi people in the dark, and the original master was killed in the attack. The rear battalion lost some food, but the casualties of the two regiments stationed were minor. After a few days of chaos, a lieutenant named Kuluka is now the commander-in-chief of the directly affiliated legion. "

Avit nodded slightly: "Kuluka? What kind of person is he?"

The great noble Ketoko opened his mouth silently, but was speechless.

After a while, until Stanley held his neck again, Ketoko said in a low voice and aggrieved: "He is just a civilian born samurai, I heard that he became a military aristocrat in his thirties, and this time he became a warrior. The legion commander is already a big accident. How can I care what kind of person he is?"

Avette frowned, and the great noble Ketoko lowered his head again in fear, it really didn't look like a fake.

After thinking about it for a moment, Avit skipped the topic and continued to ask: "Ktoko, how did you find out yesterday that the king's banner is not Tissock?"

This time, Ketoko answered very cheerfully: "I was skeptical. In terms of time, even if he traveled by water by boat, the king would not be able to reach Hilotepec at this time. Unless he abandons All the big armies had only the Guards. But when I got closer to check, there were a thousand jaguars, but there were no guards. It was impossible for the king to leave the loyal Guards, so I It is concluded that this is a rebel!"

Shilot nodded slightly. After more than ten years of military education, the military commander in Mexica, no matter how talented, will have enough common sense in warfare and will not make low-level mistakes.

Avette's frown deepened, and he looked at the great noble Ketoko with a blank expression.

Ketoko also looked at Avite's expression. Although age didn't favor his IQ too much, it gave him life experience anyway.

He immediately reacted and bowed his head: "I didn't know it at the time, it turned out to be your army. For our chief priest line, we always maintain absolute neutrality in the battle of the gods. Please believe me, Let me go back to the capital, and I will explain your generosity and greatness to Uncle Kechar, the high priest."

Avit didn't speak, just waved his hand. Both knew that at this time, Ketoko could not be released. But since the line of the chief priest is mentioned, he will still leave a sympathy when he starts. Stanley understood, and lightly clamped Ketoko's chest with his arms. This time he did not struggle, and obediently followed the giant bear warrior away.

"Put away the king's guard of honor and put on the banner of Ketoko. The most important thing now is time! The army will start immediately, targeting the Hirotepek camp. All the kings work hard!" , ordered loudly. The generals agreed in unison and left quickly.

Bringing five days' worth of food and grass and escorting important prisoners, the 20,000 warriors quickly pulled out of the camp and marched hurriedly towards the Hirotepec camp ahead. Avit left behind two thousand loyal warriors, managed twenty thousand militia and baggage, and continued to chase.

During the march, the young man found an opportunity, got close to Avit, and grabbed his friend's arm.

"Avit, you are scary this morning."

Avet waved his hand and let the guards spread out a little. Then he smiled and said: "These two days, it is the first time that I have used the sacred guard of honor as a king. This is a very wonderful feeling, which makes people a little obsessed.

As a king, I can exercise divine power only in the distant and high places. With divine power, I have the majesty to dictate everything. And only with ruthless majesty can I rule the crowd. If I want to maintain my majesty, I can only continue to win! "

Speaking of which, Avit finally showed a sincere smile. He habitually pinched the boy's cheek: "Come on~www.wuxiax.com~Shirot, let's meet the next victory!"

The boy rolled his eyes, but he was relieved.

After two days of urgent travel, 20,000 warriors quickly arrived in front of the Hirotepec camp. Not far away, a tributary of the Tempon River flows quietly.

Shulot looked at the familiar riverside camp, and the months of construction made the camp stronger and taller. Beside the wooden fence on the periphery, he saw the burning traces of smoke and fire, and also saw the huge gap smashed by an axe and a stick. But now, these breaches have been filled with fresh wooden stakes, maintaining the original defense.

The young man was very emotional. In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed, and the memories of the past are still fresh in my mind.

There are many beginnings here. Here he is beaten by the king, here he befriends Avit, here he develops the trebuchet, here he sees the surrender of Hilotepec. Then from the priest's altar, I thought of introducing the first version, the Chinese characters that were not localized by the Aztecs.

For him, this is where the war begins. Perhaps, the end of the war is not far away.

Seeing the coming Mexica army, the warriors of the Hilotepec camp banged on their shields and cheered enthusiastically. During this time, they encountered many changes, and they had been waiting for reinforcements for too long.

The guards of the watchtower had a rough look at the letter talisman sent by the messenger, and they ordered to open the gate of the fortress.

At this moment, a middle-aged samurai in his thirties came in a hurry. He was dressed plainly, carrying the simplest commander's flag, and trotted to the wall of the village. Then he took a rough look at the Mexican army outside the camp, and quickly moved his fingers to calculate, and his face changed greatly.

Then the simple warrior shouted loudly: "Stop, stop! Don't open the door yet!"

Hearing this, Shilot and Avette looked at each other, and their expressions changed drastically.

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