Aztec Eternals

The breeze blows the bonfire in the main hall, swaying the departing lights and shadows, and also dims the hearts of the last people.

Kechar got up and charged forward, before he could take two steps, a tall shadow came towards him, firmly blocking the way forward. He immediately swung the copper staff without hesitation, and smashed it at the head of the guard's temple.

The captain of the guard looked calm, still holding the clay pot in his left hand. He moved forward in small quick steps, swiped the blunt blade of the copper ax in his right hand, and deftly smashed it between Kechar's left wrist. The chief priest let go of his wrist in pain, the divine rod jingled, and rolled away on the ground.

Kechar's face turned ruthless, and he turned his right hand forward and stabbed the captain of the guard in the lower abdomen. The captain of the guard turned the copper ax deftly again. There was another bang, and the copper surface blocked the sharp edge of the obsidian dagger. In the blink of an eye, two guards approached from the left and right, and the fate was doomed.

The chief priest had a grim face. Seeing that there was no chance of a breakthrough, he took a step back, raised his right hand, and threw it towards the corridor with all his strength. Youlan's dagger drew a swift arc and swished towards the elder.

The elder's face was calm and unwavering. The guard next to him raised his hand and raised his shield, and the dagger bounced off with a bang and fell to the ground with a jingle. Kechar immediately turned around and ran towards the scepter. He flung himself to the ground, grabbed his last weapon, unscrewed the brass top of his staff, and was about to draw his blow dart and shoot.

The captain of the guard came steadily. He just kicked lightly, and the blowing arrow flew away with a bang. Kechar still did not give up and hugged the leg of the captain of the guard, shaking his hands vigorously, trying to knock down the sculpture in front of him. The captain of the guard lowered his body slightly, as if his feet had taken root, and his legs were motionless.

Seeing all this, the elder sighed faintly. His voice was distant and calm.

"Kechar, my child, don't make unnecessary struggles. You should know that the end is already doomed. Let's leave the last bit of decency! Also leave a way out for your family."

Hearing this, Kechar trembled all over. He finally stopped and looked at the elder with a pale face.

"My family."

The elder nodded calmly, and looked at Kechar gently.

"My child, you can go at ease. Soon, there will be no pain."

The will of the gods can never be changed. The captain of the guard finally opened the clay pot of fate. He took out a bottle of light green potion and handed it to Kechar at his feet.

Kechar smirked twice. He took the potion tremblingly, opened the cap and was about to drink it, but looked at the elder unwillingly.

"Why?!"

The elder didn't answer, but turned around calmly.

Looking at the back that was as tall as a mountain, Kechar finally despaired. He raised his head and poured the potion into his throat with a trembling wrist, accepting his fate unwillingly.

A lot of light green medicine was spilled, but the rest was enough to open the gate of the Kingdom of God. Soon, the chief priest trembled uncontrollably, with a strange but sincere smile on his face. Then he fell to the ground gently, without even breaking the clay bottle in his hand. Then, Kechar on the ground continued to dance for a few seconds, then fell to the ground with a smile on his face and remained motionless.

The captain of the guard squatted down, first breathed out Tan Kechaer's breath, and then opened his eyelids to look at his pupils. Afterwards, he stood upright and turned around, nodding to the elder for confirmation.

The elder came slowly. He walked to Kechar's body, looked at it silently for a long time, and then whispered to himself.

"My child, don't worry. Soon, many people will accompany you on the road."

Then, the elder lightly shook the bell in his hand. Several chief ministers and guards rushed over and knelt down on one knee to salute. Their eyes didn't blink for a moment, and they didn't look at Kechar on the ground.

"Where are the guards?" the elder asked calmly.

"Five hundred guards have taken control of the area around the Prince's Mansion and the port to Texcoco."

The leading guard replied respectfully.

"Where's the family samurai?"

"Three thousand royal family warriors participated in the ceremony and are now stationed in the palace area."

"Samurai in the capital city?"

"In the name of the ceremony, 10,000 capital warriors have gathered in the four armories."

"Noble battle group?"

"According to your order, after the sacrifice, the tiger and eagle warriors will have a feast in the temple area, and King Avit is also there."

The elder finally nodded. With his majestic order, the edge that had been hidden for a long time was revealed again. In those plain words, the will is like iron, and the indifference is like ice!

"Mobilize the guards, arrest Prince Texcoco, and those who resist will die. Mobilize the family warriors, arrest the high priests and nobles of Texcoco, and those who resist will die. Mobilize the warriors of the capital city, and martial law in the name of ceremony , Block all the ports. Mobilize the noble battle group, assemble in the East Armory, and get ready to go. Inform King Avet: stay at the mansion with peace of mind, nothing has to do with him."

The elder was expressionless, ignoring the arrival of blood and fire. He continued to speak calmly.

"Summon waiting Shutel, I want to see him. Summon Ugel, wait outside."

The guards bowed their heads neatly and then hurried away. After many years, the envoys set off from the chief palace again and went to the Great Temple along a special passage. Then, with an order that cannot be disobeyed, go to all the places where the armed forces of the capital are concentrated.

The elder walked back to the center of the hall slowly, and sat on the stone seat of the god. He closed his eyes slightly, and Kechar was lying not far away, smiling like he was asleep. The captain of the guard held the clay pot and stood beside him frozen. Needle drop could be heard again in the hall.

Not long after, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor, obviously different from the guards. The elder opened his eyes slightly, and the high priest Shuttle, wearing a solemn divine attire, hurried over empty-handed.

Shuttle stepped into the hall eagerly. He knelt down and paid homage, his obsidian crown lowered. Then, he was about to open his mouth to ask, but he stopped suddenly. On the ground, Kechar's smile was right in front of his eyes.

The high priest stared blankly ahead. The old buddies who have known each other for decades, and the old rivals who have been in dispute for more than ten years, are sleeping peacefully on the ground at this time, with a happy and peaceful face. He has planned many times, how to fight when we meet again, and how to argue tonight. Unexpectedly, the other party has returned to the Kingdom of God.

Xiutel was overjoyed at first, and then a deep chill came over him. He bowed his head again and saluted without saying a word, sweat slowly soaking his back.

The elder looked at the high priest calmly. I haven't seen him for many years, and little Xiutel has aged a lot. After a long time, the elder spoke slowly.

"Xiter, I know what you want me to do. It was inconvenient to see you two days ago. Now that I see you, there is no need to say much. Your grandson is a good boy. For him, you have to give up the position of the high priests. The capital is here. It is time for the two major priesthoods of the alliance to unite again."

Hearing the elder's words, Xiutel was shocked and had a lot of thoughts. He looked up at the elder slightly, his expression changing. Decades of hard work and more than ten years of grandson are weighed in my heart. Immediately, he let out a long sigh, his fate was doomed, and he had no choice at all.

"Dear elder, I obey your will." Xiutel's face was pale. He took off the divine crown on his head, revealing his gray hair, and his expression became a little more relieved.

"I'll hand over the high priests right now, and I hope you will spare that child Shulot."

The elder looked at Xiutel carefully. Memories of the past gradually overlapped, turning into an old young man in front of him. After a long time, he nodded slightly.

"Sitre, your grandson is a good boy. After the merger, the twelve priests will be handed over to you. It doesn't matter if you are the high priest or the chief priest, you decide for yourself."

Hearing the elder's appointment, Shuttle looked up slightly. He was a little happy at first, then smiled wryly in his heart, and then sighed.

"If the elder is still there, the chief priest of the capital is meaningless. If the elder is not there, no one can suppress me. Can I survive the elder? I am afraid it is still unknown. If I really lived the elder? A glass of poisoned wine."

In any case, at this time he could only salute again and respectfully accept his fate.

The elders still calmly decide the affairs of the empire.

"In the future, Ugel will be your deputy. Merger is a trivial matter, so leave it to him. Religious regulations are the major issue."

Hearing this, Shuttle looked at the elder with a questioning look in his eyes.

"You want to compile a fundamental religious book to guide the future of the Mexica people. The specific content will be clear after you discuss with that child. If you are in doubt, just ask me. Remember, Abandon your Feathered Serpent God, and transform into a patron saint."

"You have been deeply influenced by my brother, and you always want to use the Feathered Serpent God to unite the tribes. However, there must be no compromise in the integration of other ethnic groups. The weeds in the early stages must be plowed to pull out the root system, so that the corn behind can grow well. .There must be a sacrifice of holy blood before the earth can be reborn."

"Actually, Kechar understands me best, but it's a pity that he has come to an end after all. After thinking about it, your child is worth more, so you let him go. You stay in the capital and protect the child by the way, saving you from inadvertently." died."

Elders tonight are different from usual. His mood fluctuated slightly, and he said a lot again.

Shuttle maintained the posture of saluting, remembering every word of the elder in his heart. Then nod yes.

The elder pondered for a moment, then asked calmly.

"Sitre, how far is Teotihuacan's legion from the capital?"

Hearing this, Shuttle fell to his knees with a plop. He lowered his gray head and prostrated himself on the ground.

"Dear elders, the Legion of Teotihuacan is only to pay tribute to the king's enthronement ceremony."

"How far is it?"

".Half a day." Xiutel replied with difficulty.

The elder nodded slightly.

"It's about the same as I expected. You go back now and send the order to take the army of Teotihuacan outside the city of Texcoco. Tomorrow morning, it will be launched at the same time as the army of the capital. In the name of the enthronement ceremony, I have already arranged the manpower Open the door. To deal with the weeds, it is still more convenient and clean for the city-state legion to do it."

Xiutel was shocked. He looked up at the elder.

"Texcoco City? Dealing with weeds?"

The elder nodded calmly.

"It's just the right time. The pumpkins on the west side are too small to matter. The beans on the east side are ripe and should be pulled out. Mexica, all you want is the tallest corn."

Shulot lowered his head in thought. After a while, he bowed silently and accepted the order.

The elder looked at Xiutel for a moment, then waved his hand lightly.

"Xiter, you go down. Tomorrow, it will be cleaned up. The child has a good heart and can entrust important matters, so let him stay here for another day. Tomorrow's affairs, we old guys will memorize them, and the children don't want to touch them."

A guard immediately stepped forward to lead the way, and Shuttle held the crown in both hands and walked backwards. His back was soaked, his body was hot and cold, but his heart was calm. This time, his footsteps were silent.

The elder waved to the guard and closed his eyes again. Today's consumption is really too much, and exhaustion comes in bursts. After all, the years are not forgiving.

After resting for a while, the elder opened his eyes again. In front of him was the slightly fat Ugel. He knelt on the ground, trembling and sweating, next to Kechar's frozen smile.

The elder glanced at Ugel and ordered calmly.

"Ugel, stop shaking, you still have time. The two priesthoods are going to be merged, Shutel is the leader, and you are the deputy. Shutel wants to compile religious books, and the merger will be handed over to you."

"Tonight and tomorrow, we will get rid of Texcoco's family. You go to summon the priests to appease people's hearts. Tell everyone that Prince Texcoco is dissatisfied with the death of Troll, and poisoned the chief priest Kechar, intending to rebel. The crime will not be tolerated." Forgive me. Prince Tracopan did not participate, let him be at ease. Other nobles at all levels who don’t know are innocent. If they are not at ease, you can accept bribes from them as usual.”

Hearing this, Ugel was shocked. He kowtowed hard, making a bang bang on the ground.

"Dear elder, I will return the bribe I received before."

"Ugel, look up." The elder watched calmly.

Ugel stopped immediately. He raised his head slightly and met the elder's expressionless gaze, feeling chills in his heart.

"Do as I say. If the nobles are unstable, lock them up, but don't kill people. You still have time, learn more classics in the future."

Ugel carefully confirmed the elder's gaze. Then he saluted respectfully and accepted his fate tremblingly.

"Go down. I'm tired. Take Kechar's body out. Set it up so that the nobles can see it. He was poisoned with Texcoco ayahuasca. Tell the nobles, Don't get me wrong."

Ugel kowtowed again. He stepped back and left weakly. The two guards carried Kechar's body, like a terracotta figurine without emotion, quietly following beside him.

After arranging everything, the elder finally closed his eyes and rested on the stone seat. The captain of the guard spread jaguar skins on the stone seat, and covered the elder with a eiderdown blanket. Then move the bonfire to the back of the stone seat.

The elder fell asleep soundlessly in the warm darkness. In the dream, he saw his long-lost elder brother, and the poet king of Texcoco, and his best friend Coyote, who had passed away. The three marshals fought hand in hand, broke the Tepanek army, and captured their capital. Then, in front of the burning temple of the Tepanek, comrades and brothers drank Dadan and showed each other with all their hearts.

The eldest brother danced a brave war dance, and he played the gorgeous bamboo flute. Coyote sang hymns loudly:

"The flower that blooms today is under the foot of the warrior.

The stubborn enemy will turn into dust tomorrow.

Though solid as a boulder, nothing is as eternal.

We rejoice in today's happiness and forget that the pain will come tomorrow!

A moment of glory will surely disappear like a dream.

Human beings are slim, how can they win time?

There is only withering, all things that we cherish~~"

In his sleep, the elder smiled slightly. Yes, there is only withering in this life, and I am afraid that I will be speechless when I see you again. While the bonfire was flickering, it illuminated the elder's hair, but it was completely white.

At the feet of the elders, Ugel stepped out of the chief minister's palace. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had stepped out of the kingdom of death. Then, he wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve, but he couldn't wipe it off. It turned out that the clothes were soaked.

Ugel turned around, and the guards behind him also stopped. Looking at Kechar's peaceful smile, he first sighed and then smiled happily. In the end, he couldn't help lowering his head, and said softly to Kechar.

"Old man, you have been so powerful for so many years, and you always overwhelm me, but this is the end! The clever egret was sacrificed to the gods, and the stupid turkey lived for a long time. I am indeed a rotten wood that cannot be carved, but I still have time, how about you? I would rather be greedy and stupid, be a rotten wood without any threat, and live happily!"

Speaking of this, Ugel smiled triumphantly again. Immediately, he shook his fat body and walked towards the priest's temple group with a smile. Behind him, Kechar was silent.

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