Aztec Eternals

At the beginning of April looming wind and thunder. The dry north wind turns into a moist east wind, blending the low water vapor into the clouds in the sky, and spring thunder is born in the dark.

Shulot stood on the hill where he had been a few years ago and looked up. I saw dark clouds hanging low, the sun was dim, shadows shrouded the earth, and there were faint thunder sounds. Not far away, the mountain city of Ottopan became more and more lofty and indestructible, as if it was connected to the sky.

After fighting for many years, the king once again looked up and down the solid mountain city ancestral land according to the inertia of the commander. After a while, he shook his head with deep eyes.

"The terrain is steep and heavy armor is difficult to climb. Whether it is a longbow, a crossbow or a stone throw, it is difficult to hit the top of the city. In the era of cold weapons, this is indeed an impenetrable city. The Otomi people chose a good place! I think The only way to capture this place is to besiege for a long time, or have heavy artillery blast the city walls.”

Under the hill, the Guards Corps was busy. The kinsmen put on their armor and guarded, and the temple guards fought together with the barbarian mercenaries. They used local materials, felled trees, dug ditches, laid bricks and stones, and built simple camps mixed with wood and stone. There are more than a dozen squads of Otomi scouts around them, who are always vigilant, watching the legion from a distance, and will not leave for a moment.

"Neither an enemy nor a friend, neutral security needs time and planning to establish true mutual trust with the Otomi people!"

Xiulot climbed up and looked around with deep eyes. After he arrived at the city, he sent envoys to the mountain city and proposed to let the army enter the city to rest. The messenger from Ottopan City was extremely humble, and sent a lot of fresh vegetables, fruits and meat, and even the belongings and women of the laborers. However, the legion's request to enter the city was, without a doubt, met with a tactful but firm rejection.

Under the careful vigilance of the Otomi people, the army stopped on the spot and set up camp outside the city. Before the spring plowing arrived, many villagers hid in the mountains, leaving the surrounding villages empty. There are a large number of warriors stationed on the city of Ottopan, and there are scouts outside the city watching day and night. It seems that the tragic war a few years ago has left a deep imprint on the hearts of the Otomi people, which cannot be easily erased.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the clear light falls on the earth, and the night gradually darkens. The guards on patrol clanged clangingly, and the legion's camp was in full swing, except for the big tent in the center that was lit with fire.

Xiulot sat cross-legged in the big tent. His eyes were lowered, as if sleeping but not sleeping, he waited quietly. Berthard stood guard behind him in armor.

The bonfire was raging, and two elongated figures were projected in the big tent. The quiet night passed, I don't know how long it had passed, a gust of wind blew, and the figure swayed with the bonfire. When the flames were quiet, the shadows suddenly became three.

"Your Highness, someone is here."

The warrior commander's voice sounded low. Shulot suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the big tent that was opened and closed.

At the door, there was already a thin, not tall figure. The person who came was wearing a large black cloak, looked at the king calmly with old eyes, and then slowly raised the hood on his head.

"His Royal Highness, I salute you. The old tree on the top of the mountain looks up at the sky and welcomes the eagle to stop. Your Highness, I praise you! I haven't seen you for several years, and you are already a real king!"

Xiulot nodded expressionlessly. His eyes swept over Oort's thinner and thinner figure, across the other's scattered white hair, and finally stopped on the bark-like old face of the old priest.

"Priest Ort, are you convicted?"

"Your Highness, there are some disputes in the mountain city. It is inconvenient for others to see this trip. So please forgive me for visiting late at night."

"Olt!"

Shulot raised the staff and lowered it heavily, and the silver tail made a "ding dong". There was a moment of silence in the big tent, followed by a cold voice.

"The city-state of Ottopan is a vassal of the alliance, and Giova swore a blood oath of submission to me! The reason why I led the legion here is also because I accepted your humble plea and went north to join the alliance with other states!"

The king's expression became serious. He stared into Oort's eyes and snapped angrily.

"The king's army was invited to break through the boundless mountains and forests. As a vassal of the city-state of Ottopan, he dared to close the city gate and refuse the army to enter the city! Oort, do you know that the kingdom of Tarasco in the south has been wiped out?!"

Hearing this, the old priest remained silent, and his old face turned gray. After a while, he let out a long sigh, finally bent his knees for the first time, knelt down completely on the ground, and bowed his head to the king.

"Your Highness, the city-state of Ottopan witnessed the destruction of the Kingdom of Tarasco. General Giova also led an army to attack the city in a bloody battle for you. Envoys from various states returned from the capital city in the lake. At the New Year's ceremony not long ago, King Tarasco's sacrifice shocked the whole world!"

"The situation has changed, and the power of the alliance has become unstoppable, and it is deeply respected by all parts of the world. We Otomi people have fought against the alliance before, and we know the power of the alliance even more. Your Highness, awe has been rooted in the hearts of the Otomi people. They all intend to move closer to the alliance and follow the strongest in the jungle. This is the best time, so I will invite you to come and form an alliance with the states of Otomi!"

Oort slowly raised his head and explained calmly. His eyes were slightly cloudy, but his gaze was still sharp.

"Ottopan City is the ancestral land of the mountain city and the spiritual destination of all Otomi people. Since its establishment in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, the mountain city has never been attacked by foreign enemies! Its steep and towering terrain, impenetrable defense, And the tradition of sticking to it at all costs is the greatest guarantee for the Otomi group to continue."

"Your Highness, your legion is invincible! We Otomi are willing to bow our heads to the ground and surrender to you wholeheartedly. But letting the Mexica legion enter the city is related to the safety of the mountain city. Please allow us to abide by the tradition."

Shulot stared at the old priest. He knelt down humbly on the ground, his pale hair was hanging down, but his back was straight. After a while, the king spoke lightly.

"Olt, the times are changing, and the storm has come. Old traditions will become obstacles, and new weapons will destroy everything. At this time, the strong mountain city can no longer protect you for too long. Survive or perish? Otomi One always has to make a choice!"

Hearing the hidden threat in the king's words, Oort showed bitterness. He let out a small sigh and nodded.

"Your Highness, I am running out of time and I am about to go to the Kingdom of God. The gods have taken away my gains and losses in this world, but I can see the long-term. I am always paying attention to the changes in the alliance and feel the coming of the God of War. The new thunder Weapons, new religious reforms, and new alliance structures. The Mexica Alliance stands above the ministries and is growing stronger! At this moment, when I close my eyes, I can see the king of Mexica raising his scepter, renewing The unity and glory of the age of Teotihuacan now!"

The old priest's eyes became dark. He looked at Shulot's face, as if he wanted to read something from it.

"Your Highness, following the revelation of the gods, I am looking for the king's eagle cry for the future of the Otomi people. The sun is burning in the sky, and there are also eagles soaring. I saw the eagle flying from the mountain city to the The land in the lake falls on the newborn kingdom. The eagle carries the will of the sun god. And the king in the lake will turn into a newborn sun and rise to the highest sky! Your Highness, you are the sun of the Mexica , the sun of the Prepecas, and the sun of the Otomi!"

Although the old priest's words were full of metaphors, his attitude was very clear. Shulot pondered for a while, then ended the temptation. His expression softened, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Priest Ort, there are no outsiders here. You and I have known each other for a long time, so there is no need to be so reserved. I am determined in the world, and I regard all tribes on the plateau as future people, and there is no difference in ethnicity. You If you want to find a future for the Otomi people, I promise you the future of the Otomi people!"

The king stood up, took a few steps forward, and helped the kneeling old priest up from the ground. Then, looking into the other's eyes, he spoke slowly.

"The scouts reported to me that the dog descendants of the northern wilderness have all moved southward, aggressively invading the territory of Parmus State, and even wandering to the border of Otto Pan State. The leaders of the three Otomi States gathered in the mountain city and held tribal meetings in the ancestral land. General Assembly, to discuss important matters. At this time, you strongly invited me to go north to join the alliance, and bluntly said that this is a good opportunity to bring Otomi's ministries back together."

"Indeed! Your Highness."

The old priest nodded affirmatively. Xiulot looked serious and continued to ask.

"But when I led the army, I found that the Otomi tribe along the way were either fleeing in fear or full of vigilance. The attitude of the Ottopan mountain city was even more vacillating. Oort, the northern dog descendant, the ancestral mountain city, now What exactly is the situation?"

Oort pondered for a moment, then answered frankly.

"Your Highness, last year was a catastrophe, and the god of the sky sent a disaster. There was a white disaster in the northern desert, and the climate was extremely cold! Countless dogs, old and weak died of freezing to death, and countless birds and animals fled to death. The spring water condensed into an ice-cold If the rocks are not melted in February, there will be no hope for this year’s spring plowing. People will starve to death if they have nothing to eat, and they will freeze to death if they have nothing to wear, but people don’t sit and wait to die. Migrate wherever you go, and devour everything in your path!"

"White divine disaster, destroy everything. A super cold wave is coming?"

Shulot sucked in a breath of cold air. He knew the severity of the cold wave in the North American continent, but he did not expect that the terrible cold wave could go all the way south, bringing the cold to the north of the Mexican plateau.

"Yes, destroy everything! Once a cold wave comes, it marks the beginning of a terrible disaster. No one knows how long the disaster will last, whether it will come again. If a large-scale cold wave falls three times in five years, the tribes in the north will die At least half of them disappeared in the hunger and cold!"

"In order to avoid the cold wave, thousands of dog tribes are migrating to the warmer south from the great lakes in the east to the great lakes in the west. They fight all the way, fighting for the valleys that can withstand the cold wave and for growing crops source of water. They desperately compete for the extremely limited food, and also turn the enemy or themselves into food!"

Xiulot looked dignified and nodded slowly. The super cold wave on the North American continent was a devastating disaster, and the early civilizations of the tribal era were powerless to resist. In fact, this time is the prelude to the Little Ice Age, the Sporler minimum, and the global climate is gradually getting colder, and the cold waves in North America are also more severe and frequent.

"Your Highness, the dog descendants have been going south since the end of last year. At first it was just a small tribe that harassed a little, and each state could deal with it on its own. But when the gods and disasters continued and this year's spring plowing was hopeless, more and more tribes went south to plunder. More, the scale is getting bigger and bigger!"

"At the beginning of February, tens of thousands of Guakili dogs appeared on the border of the northern state of Palms. They have eight large tribes of 5,000 people, and more than 60 ordinary tribes of 1,000 people. All the people of these tribes are soldiers, no one is old or weak. Together, they can kill more than 30,000 young and strong warriors, which is an irresistible force for all states!"