Aztec Eternals

Red spreads under the city walls, like the deepest dye. The head hangs on the city gate, turning into the most vivid death.

"In the eyes of the Mexica, the descendants of the gods with noble blood are just sacrifices to the God of War. Then, will the holy priests of the Holy City be different?"

The priest and elder wezier kept his mouth shut, and stood up with a gloomy expression. He didn't say a word, and the rest of the journey was full of silence.

Everyone walked under the heads of the descendants of the Tlaxcala gods and came outside the city. The vision in front of him suddenly widened, the mountains undulated in the distance, and the field was full of green grass. Near the city wall is the battlefield being cleaned up. Tragic traces can be seen everywhere, but the vitality of spring is bred in the busy.

Under the supervision of four or five hundred Mexica warriors, thousands of Tlaxcala militiamen are busy outside the city with their heads down. They dug several huge pits, and threw the stripped corpses of soldiers into the pits. At this time, it is warm late spring, and the corpse will decay quickly, so it must be buried as soon as possible.

Weizier stood beside the big pit, stopped, and stared silently for a while. The numerous deaths came into his eyes, and then penetrated deeply into his mind, sending chills down his spine.

In this pit alone, there are probably at least three or four thousand corpses! What's even more shocking is that among these corpses, there are not only moth people who are as humble as grass, but also strong warriors and god descendants with snake patterns!

"The humble moth people, the ordinary warriors, and the noble descendants of the gods... were all stripped naked, thrown into a deep pit, and buried together."

Weizier's heart trembled, his face was pale, and he stood for a long time without taking a step.

"Ha! This cowardly tribal priest is frightened by the pile of corpses!"

"Huh? Then why does the Cholula tribe allow such a timid person to serve as the priest of the tribe?"

"It seems to be a weak tribe! But I heard that it is extremely rich, with countless spices, gold, silver, jade, and thousands of good-looking women!"

"Ah! Is this tribe here to surrender? If not, we'll grab one!"

The murmurs of the Dogborn kept coming. They also looked at Weizier with obvious disdain.

Weizier pursed his lips, but did not respond. Although he has never been on a battlefield, he has sacrificed hundreds of sacrifices and is used to seeing the death of life. The reason why he was really afraid was not these thousands of stripped corpses, but the way these corpses were handled, the attitude of the Mexica towards the god-born nobles!

"The sublime and the humble, the noble and the humble, in this savage war, there is no difference, they are all buried together. Gods of Nahua!"

Wizier closed his eyes and prayed silently. He vaguely felt the war change, it became more cruel, more insolent, and more destructive. The holy city of Cholula, which has maintained tradition and order for hundreds of years, is being completely disintegrated and buried in the soil.

"The era of subversion is accelerating, like stars falling from the sky. Could it be that this is what the Mexica called the fifth era? The rewriting of the noble and the humble, and the integration of all peoples."

The priests and elders of the holy city have no answer. He just thought Chief Patel should see this for himself. The Mexica have undergone tremendous changes, from beliefs, ideas to warfare, they are no longer what they were ten years ago

"Elder Priest Vizier, we should go!"

Captain Mexica waited for a while and sounded a reminder.

"okay."

Wizier nodded, and took a last look at the piles of cotton armor, leather hats and obsidian weapons beside the big pit.

These tattered and incomplete equipment were all picked up from the dead Tlaxcala warriors. In this era, it is impossible to give up these materials and bury them with the corpse. And the busy Tlaxcala militiamen, after seeing the deaths of warriors and nobles, what will happen?

"Let's go!"

Weizier didn't want to think about it. He turned around, followed in the footsteps of Captain Mexica, and headed for the legion camp in the south. For him, the most important thing now is how to preserve the status of the Holy City of Cholula and convince His Highness the "Grim Reaper" of the Mexica!

The breeze blew along the mountains and came to the vast camp. It blew over the outer fence, walked over the grass beds in the open air, and blew over the extinguished campfire, and finally came to the fortified tent. Outside the big tent, there are dozens of armored guards guarding them, keeping vigilance at all times.

A young personal guard came in a hurry and was allowed to enter after examining the jade talisman outside the tent door. He opened the tent door, stepped into it carefully, glanced at all the legion commanders, and then replied in a deep voice to His Highness above.

"Your Highness, the holy city of Cholula has sent an envoy, and it is the elder priest of Vizier!"

"Oh? The elders of the Holy City?"

Xiulot looked serious and frowned slightly.

"I'm holding a military meeting. I won't see him today. Let him wait in the camp and rest patiently for two days!"

"Obey! Your Highness!"

The young guard nodded respectfully and was about to leave.

"By the way, send two more warriors and take him around the camp to see the Imperial Guard!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Shulot smiled, his eyes moved slightly. He was very busy these two days, and he really didn't want to see the envoy of the Holy City. Regarding the Holy City, he still had some plans, and he needed to apply pressure step by step. Soon, the king put aside the matter of the envoy and looked at the people in the big tent again.

"In the past few days, the remaining enemies in Water Valley City have been wiped out, and the surrounding tribes have almost been wiped out. The battle damage of your army should be counted, right? Hei Lang, you go first!"

"Obey, Your Highness!"

Black Wolf Toltek raised his head, glanced at the leaders of several city-state legions, and answered confidently.

"Since the Eastern Expedition in December, the Guajili Army has defeated the enemy several times in every battle! The scout team has attacked everywhere, controlling the intelligence of the Tlaxcala people! Even the fortified Water Valley City is under my command. Next, break through from the south city!"

Hearing the words of the black wolf, the three southern city-state army commanders, "Feather Goose" Mihoti, "Flower Tree" Hochikua, and "Pan Python" Moya Hualuo all showed embarrassment on their faces. Open your mouth.

The traditional territories of the Union of Mexico are eleven states. According to the distance from Lake Texcoco, according to the north-south division, it can be divided into four states in the north, four states in the lake area, and three states in the south. Among them, the four states in the Lake District are now directly under the royal family.

As for the remaining seven states, although affected by centralization reforms, they gradually lost their autonomy in the appointment and dismissal of priests, the payment of tribute, and the inheritance of nobles, but they still maintained independent city-state legions. These city-state legions are composed of private soldiers of various nobles, and the head of the legions usually comes from the most powerful glory family in the state.

"Feather Goose" Mihoti comes from Lachiko State, the largest of the three southern states. "Flower Tree" Hodgeku comes from the wealthy South Sarco State. Uh, as for the "Pan Python" Moya Hualuo, he comes from the poor and broken state of Wattstepec, at the junction of the southeast of the Union and the Tlaxcalans.

They responded to the king's call during the war, and each led a regiment of 8,000 men to join the battle, but still maintained the specific command of their respective city-state legions. As for the performance of the Eastern Expedition in the past few months, it is really hard to say.