Aztec Eternals

The dog-born fighters went south, and the coalition scouts went north. They approached each other for scouting, and they were destined to meet in the mountains and forests of the plateau. From Otto Panbang to Palmsbang, the scout squads fought continuously, and hundreds of soldiers fell. The blood flowed with warmth, dyed the lush green grass red, moistened the loess of the plateau, and soaked the wild forest outside the mountain city.

The situation in Otto Pangbang gradually became tense, and the appearance of dog-born became more and more common. Soon, a shocking news came to Shancheng.

Chaos Priest Sakar's team was attacked on the way back to the fief. The dangerous wild forest swallowed everything, and all the priests of the Saka family were killed in battle, and no one was spared. The few surviving warriors fled into the mountain city and described the faces, attire and weapons of the attackers. The well-informed old priest Oort looked sad, and asked himself, and he was sure that he was a dog-born barbarian.

Hearing this sad news, some of the tribal leaders in the mountain city were filled with righteous indignation, some were sad and frightened, some were shocked, and some even went to the leader's longhouse overnight to swear allegiance to Jiowa.

Subsequently, Giova personally led the warriors to the scene of the attack. He collected the corpses of the priests, held funeral prayers, and cremated them in the wind with his own hands. The curling green smoke flutters from the fire, taking away the souls of the dead and the disputes of the past. After the funeral, the prestige of the new leader rose again, and the prestige of the old priest returned to its peak. Because winners and losers, life and death are different, everything is a foregone conclusion.

A few days later, the kingdom's wolf flag was erected on the top of the city, next to the new leader's black bird flag. In the temple in the center of the city, the banners of the God of War and the God of Ancestor stood one after another, flying high. These changes are silent and reasonable. The hearts of the once chaotic people in the mountain city were condensed into a whole in this way.

The night goes with the wind, and the clouds and rain spread in the daytime, and the ancestor god sighs out the wind and thunder. The green smoke of burning wasteland rises from the fields, and the melodious singing voice is light in the sky. In May, it fell from the smoky singing, entwined with the first rain in spring.

Shulot stood on the wall of Ottopan City, looking at the birds flying in the mountains. A large group of migrating song sparrows stayed around the mountain city and never went north for a long time. They seem to have made this their new home and have even started building nests.

"Spring plowing is just around the corner, and the cold wave in the north has not dissipated. It seems that the descendants of the Guajili dogs will never retreat."

"Your Highness is wise. The scouts reported that the Guakili dog descendants have built camps, occupied the fertile soil by the river, and settled in Palms state one after another. Eight large tribes were scattered, each occupying warm valleys. They plundered those who are good at farming The mountain people, who have robbed enough grain, are rushing to restore the farmland in the north, preparing for the upcoming spring plowing. The ordinary tribe of thousands of people is scattered and plundered everywhere, and five or six invaded the northern border of Ottopan State , and even a dog-born team approached the outskirts of the mountain city."

Having said that, Bertard looked at the Otomi warrior guarding in the distance, and lowered his voice cautiously.

"Accompanied by these ordinary tribes, there are also two groups of red-haired scouts from large tribes. They met our scouts, and there was no conflict, but a message was sent."

"Oh? A message from the descendants of Guacili?"

Shulot raised his eyebrows.

"What did they say?"

"Eight large tribes formed a preliminary tribal alliance. The leader of the alliance is Chichika of the 'Red Dog' tribe, and the deputy leader is Otuwa of the 'Red Fox' tribe. Otuwa is also an old tribal priest He heard that the Janissaries were going north, so he sent scouts to pay respects to his brothers from 'Aztlan', the great chiefs of Mexica."

"Chichika, chichi hound? Ottowa, oztohua fox?"

Shulot chanted these two names and easily found similar meanings in Mexica. He frowned.

"They call us, brothers from 'Aztlan'?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The language of the Guakili is similar to that of the Otomi, and it is also very similar to ours. Of course, we Mexica have no blood relationship with them. Those who are really of the same line as us, Sworn enemies to the east of the Alliance, the Tlaxcalans."

Xiuluo nodded. The context of this language and vocabulary hides the real history of ethnic migration thousands of years ago, but it is meaningless at this moment.

"What did the Messenger of the Guakiri say?"

"The people of Guakili have heard the prestige of the Alliance, know His Highness's divinity, and want to live in peace with us. They are willing to submit to the Alliance in name, using the existing territory of Parmes State as the boundary, and ensuring the stability of the northern border , no longer go south to plunder. In addition, they got news from the Guamal dog descendants, requesting to do business with the alliance, and exchange the looted dingkou, gold and silver for living food, salt, cotton cloth, and sacred red fur and Dye. Finally, Ottois has a proposal."

Berthard paused, and looked around cautiously again.

"What proposal?"

Xiulot was a little interested. From the words of the messenger, it can be seen that the Guakili people are not barbarians who can only fight like wild animals and cannot communicate at all, at least the leaders of the tribe are not.

"Otowa pays tribute to the great chief of Mexica. Their Guakili tribe is willing to send troops and cooperate with the alliance to eliminate the Otomi forces in the remaining two states! After the Otomi people are destroyed, they only need to feed the tribe's food And living supplies, land, and Dingkou have nothing to ask for, and all belong to the alliance!"

"Haha, sowing discord, such a simple strategy"

Hearing this, Xiulot laughed out loud. There is no basis for mutual trust between the alliance and the Guajili people, so naturally there is no possibility of cooperation at all. It's just that the Guajili's proposal hits the greed of people's hearts. The land and Dingkou were exactly what the king wanted, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

"What a cunning fox! As long as the alliance has any doubts and replies to the dog-born messenger, I am afraid that provocative rumors will spread everywhere and destroy the mutual trust between us and the Otomi people."

The king shook his head. With bright eyes, he said with certainty.

"The Otomi are friends of the alliance and the future citizens of the kingdom. The Guakili dog descendants are our enemies, and they are the targets of this expedition. The kingdom's strategy has long been decided, and there must be no sway! The envoys of the Guakili are all regarded as enemy warriors, and they will be killed directly!"

Berthard immediately took out a pen and paper, and wrote down His Royal Highness's order. Then, he thought for a while and pondered.

"Your Highness, will your royal decree also be passed on to the Ottopan Legion? On the one hand, let General Giova know and calm the minds of the Otomi people; Down."

Shulot pondered for a while, then nodded in agreement. He ordered with a smile.

"Very good suggestion, let's do it like this! Haha, Bertard, since Giova became an independent party and became the leader of the Otomi people, it is not easy to use the old name, and you need to give due respect. From Starting today, tell the generals of the army that Giova has become the prince of the kingdom, and the seat is beside me! Well, send envoys to the capital city in the lake to report the latest news of the Otomi people to King Avit. In addition, send My personal guard, invite Prince Giova to dinner with me."

"These days, Jiowa is quite busy, constantly summoning tribal leaders and mobilizing warriors from all over the world. The only major events in the world are sacrifices, farming and fighting. Now that spring plowing is approaching, people's hearts are on the fields, and the harassment of dog descendants has become Frequently. It's time to sit down and discuss the major issues of farming and dispatching troops!"

The voice of the king scattered into the wind, and the bursts of cicadas echoed in low voices. In May, weeping, and in July, hot summer is coming, just like the wind and thunder in the rainy season, sounding the prelude to war.