Aztec Eternals

The moon and stars are gone, and there is no light in the dark sky; the night wind is faint, and there are killing sounds in the cold wind. On the majestic top floor of the Palace of Winds, there are lonely wind chimes blowing and low lamentations. The veil of the three gods flutters with the wind, covering the murals of the condor and the hummingbird, and the two are covered at the same time, like the dust of history. In the clear light of the candle, there was an old and tall figure standing silently in front of the window, frozen like a speechless scroll.

The chief minister of Tarasco, Zijinni, was alone, with his hands behind his back, watching the battle outside the palace.

However, in more than half a year, his hair has become completely white, and his face is getting old. Only his eyes are still as deep as distant stars, majestic as thick mountains. He looked at the flames all over the sky in the capital city, as if he was watching the last fireworks; he heard the fierce fighting under the palace, but he felt the peace of the end of the song in his heart.

After a while, two guards came running with serious expressions. Behind the guards, more than a dozen Hummingbird Kamon warriors followed from a distance, most of them walked silently with their heads down. After dozens of steps, the guard shouted loudly.

"Chief, Samurai Captain Puap asks for an audience! He said there is an urgent intelligence report!"

Jinjinni turned around and looked calmly into the hall. There are not many guards guarding this majestic Palace of Winds. Most of the samurai were fighting desperately at the front door, while a few were guarding the retreat at the back door. There were only a few people around him. Of course, even if there were a thousand more samurai, the ending of tonight was already doomed.

More than a dozen militia warriors in hummingbird leather armor quickly entered the hall. Everyone's armor was stained with blood, and their expressions were pale and heavy. Pu Apu looked at him quietly, but he met the chief's eyes. That gaze is still as sharp as an eagle, as if it can see through people's hearts. The gray-soil warrior immediately lowered his head guiltily, a trace of panic appeared on his face.

"Puap, why are you here?"

The chief's words were calm and deep.

"I have urgent information!"

Somehow, in the face of the calm chief, the gray soil warrior once again felt deep fear. Even if the opponent is unarmed and very old.

".Say it."

Old and tired in the deep voice.

".Chief, I am sorry for you!"

Puap raised his head, looked at the old chief, looked at the tired face, and suddenly shed tears of sincerity. His face is full of guilt. This is the patriarch he has been loyal to for more than 20 years since he was a child.

"Chief. Someone opened the secret door of the south city and led the Mexica into the city. I... I lost the south gate"

"who is it?!"

The chief's words finally brought a low-pitched anger, like the roar of an old beast.

"me."

Faced with the chief patriarch's questioning, Pu'apu's knees softened and he fell to his knees with a "plop". He cried bitterly and explained from the bottom of his heart. Every sentence is true, and every emotion is also true.

"The hearts of the defenders were scattered and there was no light in the night. There was chaos at that time. Yupier. He... He died in front of my eyes. I am sorry for him! I am sorry for the chief! Woo."

A low cry sounded, but Jinjinni did not speak. He watched Puap who was crying bitterly on the ground, and he let out a long sigh after a while.

"Little Yupier, alas, little Huitu, get up! At this point, there is no point in punishing you."

Jinjinni sighed and said a lot. In this fragile moment, he is like an ordinary old man.

"Little Huitu, I don't have anyone I can trust anymore. I've hesitated for a long time. You, a dozen or so people, are just right here, so I'll leave the last thing to you!"

"chief?"

Puap stopped crying immediately. He stood up and looked at Jinjinni carefully, with a little fear on his face.

The shouting and killing outside the window became more and more intense, and the howling rain of arrows was nailed to the pavilions of the palace, making a muffled sound. Chief Hummingbird nodded and raised his voice.

"Guards! Bring Prince Shatigny, and bring the prepared property."

Three more guards entered the palace. One of them was holding a crying child who was no more than seven or eight years old. The other guards carried several sturdy bamboo baskets.

"Puap, I will give you one last task: Take advantage of the chaos and take Prince Shatini out of the city!"

Chief Jinjini beckoned, and Puap took two steps forward. Then, the chief handed the child's hand to the Gray Earth Warrior himself.

"Little Huitu, the other princes of the late king, I have arranged for the warriors to escort them away. Shatini is the youngest one, and his birth is the most special. His mother is from Tekos, and his maternal grandfather is from the Colima Mountains. The great chief. According to the laws of the kingdom, his right of succession was originally ranked last."

Having said that, Jin Jinni sighed lightly, and his expression became resolute again.

"Puap, I hand Shatigny into your hands. From then on, his life is your life! You have to remember that although he is not the eldest son, he is the prince who has the most hope of restoring the country! The capital is about to fall , without the army in the capital, it would be difficult for the generals to obey the orders of the young lord, and they might surrender to the Mexica one after another.

Send him to Colima! He has the blood of the Condor royal family and Tekos noble chiefs at the same time. The great chief of Colima is ambitious and has been seeking to marry the royal family. He will regard Shatini as the most perfect heir, who can inherit the legacy of the kingdom after the demise of the kingdom to the greatest extent! This is the last hope! .”

"I suppressed the Terkos people all my life. I didn't want them to spy on the kingdom, so I left Shatini until the end. Your appearance may be the will of the three gods. Take this jade talisman of the chief minister and send it from the North Let’s go! The arranged boats still exist by the lake in the north, and these bamboo baskets are carried on their backs, which contain precious stones, gold and silver, jade, feathers, and a wooden plank for inheritance. Finally.”

The chief minister took a few steps, took out a fist-sized emerald from the secret compartment, and placed it on the feathered bamboo basket. Under the bright candlelight, the huge emerald gemstones are transparent and pure, reflecting the breathtaking light, like a gorgeous dream.

Pu'apu's eyes widened suddenly, and the pupils were full of gemstones. The eyes of the militiamen were all attracted by this huge gem. Such a sacred gem is absolutely rare in the world and priceless!

"This is a gift for the great chief. It comes from the remote southern rainforest. It is a treasure passed down by the royal family."

The chief's words were calm and stern.

"Remember! You can use other property, but gems and princes must be handed over to the chief!"

Pu Apu lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the chief's deep and vicissitudes of eyes. he replied in a low voice.

"yes"

"Puapu, time is urgent, hurry up and take the prince away!"

"Ah, the chief you?"

"Walk!"

The chief minister waved his hand and turned around wearily. He gazed at the murals of condors and hummingbirds, saw the condors flying and falling, and the hummingbirds circling and whining, his eyes showed the will to die. Under the mural, there is an unlit torch and a row of inherited wooden boards.

Chivako glanced at the turbulent Puap and shook his head slightly. After winking with his brothers, he slowly spread away, approaching the mournful and weeping guards, and then suddenly stabbed out the bronze spear in his hand!

"Uh! Ah! Ah!."

Several dying wailings echoed in the vast hall, piercing into the hearts of everyone in an instant. The sharp copper spear is brandished, mercilessly aiming at the vitals! In just a few breaths, the five guards fell to the ground and died. For the first time, bright red blood flows in the palace of the royal family!

Jinjinni turned around suddenly, with great shock in his eyes. He looked at the loyal gray warrior in disbelief.

"Puap! What are you doing?!"

"Ah chief me."

Puap was tongue-tied and ashamed, not knowing what to say. Even though he was prepared, at this moment, he still couldn't control himself.

"I'm Mexica."

"Pua Pu!"

Jinjinni's voice was as cold as the bottom of a lake. He let out a miserable laugh, as if the darkest flames were burning in his eyes.

"Ha! I actually misjudged you?! The loyalty honor of several generations of the Huitu family will be destroyed in your hands today!"

"Chief. I'm sorry for you. As long as, as long as you surrender!. I promise, the Mexica will accept you and protect your family!"

Puap lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at the chief again.

Zinjini stared at the warrior in front of him coldly, like an eagle looking down on a turkey. Then, he looked at Prince Shatigny not far away. Although the young prince was full of fear, he stopped crying and clenched the dagger at his waist.

The chief minister's eyes showed some relief and expectation, and then turned into sorrow and despair. Suddenly, a strong pain hit from his waist, instantly draining all his strength!

"ah!."

The old chief gritted his teeth, let out a suppressed cry of pain, and sweat instantly oozes from his forehead.

"Old man Qi, what are you doing!"

"do what?"

Chivako smiled coldly, and shook the spear in his hand vigorously. The severe pain hit, and Jinjinni could no longer stand still, and fell to the side obliquely. The bright red liquid quickly flowed out from the wound on his waist, dyeing his white hair red again.

"What to do?! My lord, at this point, how can you soften your heart?! How can the chief lord surrender? If the Mexica accept the lord and let him continue to be on top, then there is still a way for us people to survive Is it?. Master, master, you are really like a stupid squirrel, but when you see an acorn, you throw away the corn in your hand; when you meet a cat, you are too scared to climb the tree. How can I rest assured and put my life in your hands?"

Hearing the old militiaman's words and savoring the hidden threat, Puap turned his back tremblingly, and finally said in a low voice.

"Hurry up, don't have pain!"

Jin Jinni fell to the ground, looking forward weakly. The inherited wooden planks were stained red by the blood of everyone, and the veil of the gods no longer fluttered. Looking up from the ground, the flying eagles and hummingbirds on the ancient murals seem to be falling into the abyss.

"Haha, chief, the great chief! The chief who ruined the village, the chief who ruined my family, you old hummingbird with a white head, finally fell into my hands!"

The old militiaman drew out his spear and pierced Zinjini's thin chest and abdomen with another shot. Hearing the chief's painful moan, Chivako laughed out loud, and the laughter was full of vengeance!

"Haha, this shot is for my mother-in-law! She has been with me for decades, and she didn't even have a body when she died! Come on, this shot is for my son. He left his parents and suffered. I don't know how hard it is, but I can only treat him as dead! Haha, chief, chief, now, does your heart hurt?!"

Chivaco laughed wildly, even to the point of tears. Laughter echoed in the palace, as if it came from the deepest underground. He let go of the spear stuck in his ribs, bent down in front of the chief, and drew out the short dagger at his waist.

"Haha, this dagger is for my daughter! She was conscripted into the logistics battalion at such a young age! Conscripts, the Mexica did not conscript ours! My lord, wave your hand!" Wave your hand, and we will go thousands of miles away, dying like weeds! If you wave your hand again, our village will disappear, and only a damn old man will be left when we go back!

Chief, your ass is sitting in a palace like a kingdom of God, your eyes are looking at the high sky, where can you see us at your feet? Haha, I don't believe in the Three Gods, they are all dead! I only believe in brethren guys! . Haha, now, your neck, feel our coldness? "

The old militia looked crazy. He smiled with tears all over his face. He pulled out the bloody dagger and placed it across Jinjinni's neck. The sharp obsidian dagger pierced the skin, bringing stinging pain and chills. The chief minister closed his eyes, forever putting away his deep gaze.

"Ah, ah! Haha!"

Chivako exhausted all his strength to press down the dagger in his hand, and his hand was also dyed red. Then, under the shocked eyes of the militiamen, he stood up laughing maniacally while groping in his arms, finally took out a bean tremblingly, and threw it forcefully on the chief's body.

"Haha, haha! The biggest bean is your debt. You have paid the debt!"

"Old Qi, you. You. Are you crazy?!. How did you cut off the chief's head!"

Puap's eyes widened, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar teammate, inexplicable fear emerged in his heart. Chivaco that night was dark and bright red like he had never seen before.

"Haha, Old Pu, how can we miss such a great achievement for nothing? We can't take the corpse with us. Wrap the head so we can take it away."

The four eyes met, but the old militiaman's eyes were half cloudy, half clear, with a joyful smile that had never been seen before. He pulled up a god's veil and wrapped Jinjinni's head in two strokes. Then, holding the wrapped head in one hand and the huge emerald in the other, he sincerely admired it.

"Tsk tsk, it's so round and bright! It's like the roundest moon. I, Lao Qi, have never seen such a beautiful thing in my life!"

Wezti looked at the old uncle, and shuddered in his heart. While the old uncle said beautiful in his mouth, his eyes were always looking at his head. The old man smiled like this, buried the bloody package and the beautiful gems together in the feathers, and then carried the light bamboo basket with feathers on his back.

"Stupid people, what are you still doing?! Hurry up and put these bamboo baskets of belongings behind your back. Master, hurry up and knock out the prince next to you. Let's go, the black wolf warrior from Mexica is about to come up La!"

The fighting outside the window gradually fell silent, but the shouting and killing in the pavilions and pavilions got closer and closer. Time was running out, and the militiamen obediently put their bamboo baskets on their backs and held their weapons tightly. The heavy precious stones, gold and silver are carried on the back, but it makes people feel happy.

Puap turned his head and saw Prince Shatigny who was raising his dagger. He took two steps forward, snatched the prince's weapon, and punched the opponent's jaw with two more fists, knocking the prince unconscious. Then the Dust Warrior himself lifted the Prince as if he were the greatest treasure.

"Say, where is the chief of Tarasco?! Where are the princes of the royal family?!"

In the passage below, Toltek's roar was already clearly visible. He grabbed a guard and shouted sharply, but the other guard remained silent.

Hearing the familiar shout, the old militiaman Chihuaco waved his hand, and everyone ran to the rear of the palace obediently. There was an emergency passage there, and it was also the road they were allowed to enter the palace.

The night is deep, the palace is long, and the shouts and roars are gradually moving away. The old militiamen strode forward and quickly went out of the palace, Puap followed closely behind, and the militia warriors followed behind. The gray-earth warrior had a complicated expression, and he was in a daze all the way until he reached the gate of the palace, and then asked in a low voice.

"Old Qi, where are we going now? Go to the north gate to find the boat by the lake? Or go to the south gate to find Captain Mexica?"

"No. Let's go to the east gate."

Chivaco raised his head with a smile, looking at the capital city in fighting and chaos, his chest was full of revenge. He took a deep breath of the slightly fishy night wind, and even his stooped back straightened up, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. In his eyes, madness and turbidity disappeared, leaving only the brightness with hope and the depth after experiencing the world. Like a newborn.