Aztec Eternals

The moon is hidden and the stars are thin, and the warrior returns to the south. Fifty Mexica warriors rushed on a starry night, guarding the holy body of the high priest, and rushed southward.

Carrying the high priest on his back, Ewa rushed all the way, running non-stop. The high priest's holy body was extremely thin, like a light fallen leaf, carried on the body of the personal guard warrior, which did not affect his running in the slightest. He passed through the outer city full of houses, out of the outskirts patrolled by samurai, ran across the dark and flat fields, climbed the rolling hills, and finally came to the camp of the Confederate Army at dawn.

The patrolling samurai team verified their identity and hurriedly let them go. In just a quarter of an hour, Ewa passed through the camp and came to the coach's big tent.

It was just dawn, and Xiulot was sitting cross-legged in the big tent, drinking a bowl of hot black bean soup. He tossed and turned last night, always had an inexplicable palpitation, and never fell asleep. Naxiu boiled a pot of black beans and added some herbs to calm His Highness.

"The army from the South Road came under pressure, and Cholula City panicked. They sent envoys to ask for peace. Well, my grandfather will go to Cholula City for talks, and there will be no problems! The Lord God blesses us, and may grandfather return soon!"

Shulot whispered to himself, kept talking to himself, and even prayed for a moment.

"In two days at most, I will be able to see my grandfather again. I have to persuade him. He is old, and he is not allowed to run around in the future! It always makes me worry."

"Your Highness, the emissary of the high priest's personal guard, please see you!"

Berthard suddenly opened the tent door and walked in quickly. His face was extremely bad, full of worry in his paleness, and sadness in his shock.

"The emissary of the high priest's personal guard? Come at this time?"

Hearing this, Shulot's heart skipped a beat, with an ominous premonition. He frowned, feeling the almost twitching heart palpitations, and called out in a deep voice.

"Let him come in and report! Cholula City, what happened?"

"Your Highness, you must be prepared."

Berthard pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"High Priest Him."

"Um?!"

Shulot stood up abruptly, still holding black bean soup in his hand. His expression changed suddenly, his hands trembled slightly, and he asked sharply.

"Grandfather?! What happened to Grandfather?!"

"Hey! Come in! Be careful, don't touch the high priest."

Bertard turned around, sighed, and called out in a low voice.

Ewa strode in, travel-stained, with tears in his eyes. He held a skinny old man in his arms, a high priest who closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth, and fell asleep!

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Seeing that familiar face, Shulot's mind suddenly went blank. At this moment, he was like a stone carving and wood sculpture bewitched by magic, standing there blankly, unable to speak a word, and unable to move a bit. He just looked at the thin figure, at the silver-white hair, at the grandfather whom he cared about day and night, his pupils dilated, as if he had lost his soul.

"Your Highness! The High Priest he he he."

Ewa knelt down on the ground with a "plop". With tears in his eyes, he carefully placed the sleeping high priest on the cotton blanket in the tent. Then, he gritted his teeth, suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, and let out a low howl.

"The high priest was poisoned by the priests of Cholula!"

"boom!"

Like a thunderbolt, it suddenly exploded in my mind. Xiulot's hands and feet were trembling, his eyes were red, and he staggered towards him. The pottery bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a "bang", like the broken heart of a king. And Anshen's black bean soup spilled all over the ground, like the soul of a king scattered.

"Grandfather? Are you pretending to be asleep?"

Shulot fell down in front of his grandfather, his voice stuttering. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, reaching for the tip of his grandfather's nose, and quickly retracted like an electric shock, leaving only whispers in his mouth.

"Grandfather, wake up, wake up! Open your eyes and look, it's me! It's me, it's my grandson Xiulot, the grandson you love the most since childhood! Don't sleep, I I beg you. I never beg, so I beg you this time! Please! Take another look at your grandson!"

As he spoke, tears gradually overflowed from the king's eyes. The tears overflowed the eye sockets, and left along the corners of the eyes, turning into two lines of silent tears. There was dead silence in the entire big tent, only the painful and desperate pleading of the king.

"Please"

The high priest lay quietly on the ground, indifferent to Shulot's pleading. Facing his favorite grandson, he has never been so cold, nor has he been so hard-hearted. He just closed his eyes, and with the brightest smile, he met the eyes of the king. This is his last smile, a proud smile for his grandson, in his dying dream.

"Please"

The king's voice became low and hoarse. Weeping, he lowered his figure weakly, and pressed his face against his grandfather's. He wanted to pass on the warm vitality to his grandfather who was close at hand, but he only felt stiffness and coldness. At this time, they are close at hand, but heaven and man are separated, and there will be no time to see each other again!

"Tick tock!"

Warm tears fell on the corners of the high priest's eyes, like his new tears. And the tears became more and more dense, and finally formed a thread, connecting the two people who were separated by life and death. Xiulot couldn't take it anymore, like a desperate and powerless child, he began to cry.

"Woo! Grandpa, don't... don't leave me. You promised me! You promised me! You don't mean anything"

Memories of the past flooded my mind one after another. The encouragement from my grandfather when I was young, the teaching from my grandfather when I was a teenager, the expectation from my grandfather when I was young, and the love that has never changed!

He knew that there would never be such a person in his life who he could rely on wholeheartedly like a child and accompany him through the most vulnerable time. There will never be another person in his life who will gently rub his head, look at him tenderly, do his best, and use his own life to pave the way for him in the future

He knew that that young child would die with his grandfather who loved him. From now on, on this road, only he will be left alone, a lonely and grown up king.

"grandfather!"

The king's voice was already hoarse, like the mournful cry of a raven leaving. Naxiu knelt beside her, her eyes filled with distressed tears. Bertard closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Then, he opened his eyes and beckoned.

"Everyone go out! Leave His Highness alone and be quiet for a while."

Everyone exited the big tent silently, leaving only the lonely weeping king and a corpse with a cold smile. The cloth door of the big tent closed slowly, and no one could see the scene inside anymore.

"ah!."

A moment later, an inhuman howl suddenly erupted in the tent, like thunder before a heavy rain. Then, Lei Ting gradually sank, with boundless hatred, rubbing from the tip of his teeth, turning into a cold and hoarse roar.

"The twelve priestly families of Cholula must die!"

Wuwuwu While writing, I thought of some past events. So sad.