Aztec Eternals

The east is unknown, and the night is dark. The figures in the Mexica camp swayed and fled, fighting with swords. From time to time, someone screamed and fell to the ground, turning into a silent corpse. Blood spattered wantonly, and even the air became sweet and fishy. The flaming bonfire shakes, shining on the armored warriors; the broken flag of inheritance causes chaotic shouts!

The sudden night attack caused the entire camp to fight in chaos. In the fight in the dark, the consideration is no longer quantity, but organization and tenacity. The militiamen of the city-state didn't see things at night, they all ran away in fear, and collapsed in panic. And the Mexica warriors from different families scattered in groups, guarding the inherited noble banners, fighting indiscriminately under the night moon. The largest and most intense battle group is located at the back of the center of the camp, which is the position of the legion commander.

The tall sourwood banner fluttered fiercely in the darkness. The elite tree snake warriors and sour wood warriors shouted the same words, fighting cruelly close to each other. The samurai's shout boiled like a spring, and even his body was like a spring, splashing bright red everywhere. And at the moment of the scuffle, a shrill bolt of lightning suddenly struck, shooting at the Sourwood patriarch who was holding up the scepter and shouting sharply, and hit him right in the heart!

"Ding!"

The sound of sharp metal impact suddenly resounded, making everyone tremble!

Yotico felt a pain in his heart, and his expression changed suddenly. The strength of this arrow is so great! He staggered back two steps, and sat down on the ground with a "crash", his spine was so painful.

"Whoosh!"

"ah!"

Another arrow flew into the air, brushed Yotico's beast helmet, and shot the guard behind him. The elder legion leader turned his head violently, and even dropped his gorgeous beast helmet, revealing his gray hair.

"Master!"

"Legion Commander!"

Seeing that the coach was attacked, the sour wood guards who were fighting around panicked and turned back to help. The Mexica warriors didn't know the commander's life or death, and the battle group suddenly became unstable and showed signs of collapse.

"The Mexica coach is dead! The Mexica coach is dead!"

The Tlaxcala warriors who attacked at night were overjoyed and shouted anxiously. They are not many in number, but their morale is extremely strong, and they have the courage to die. At this moment, they waved their batons vigorously and rushed forward desperately, wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to break up hundreds of the toughest guards in one fell swoop.

"Get back!"

Legion Commander Yotico sat on the ground, shouting angrily. His hair was disheveled, and there was a copper arrow stuck in his chest, making him look extremely embarrassed.

"Master!"

Dozens of sourwood guards rushed forward anxiously, almost forming a wall around Yotico.

"I'm fine! Go back and continue fighting!"

Yotico stretched out his hand and poked into the gorgeous battle suit. Under the soft inner layer of cotton armor, there was the coldness and firmness of metal. He groped for a while at the heart, and then took a long breath with certainty. The bronze arrow shot into the cloth, but was blocked by the bronze armor inside, but the general shot damaged the armor, and did not penetrate the armor into the flesh.

"Phew, the Lord God blesses me! I have fought all my life, if I didn't have this pair of bronze medium armour, which I bought at a high price, I would be here today!"

Yotico jerked violently, pulled out the armored bronze arrow, and threw it on the ground forcefully. Then, he put on the beast helmet that symbolizes glory, and with the support of the family warrior chief Tessie Whitt, he stood up abruptly and reappeared in front of the Mexica warriors.

"Blessed by the Lord God! God-blessed warriors are not afraid of despicable arrows!"

Yotico stared angrily, looking in the direction the bronze arrow came from. A few tens of steps away, more than a hundred elite tree snake warriors, led by a general wearing a cloak and holding a big bow, are struggling to make an assault here.

Seeing this scene, the family samurai leader Tessie Whitt immediately raised his large shield and stood in front of the prescription, carefully guarding the Patriarch. And the leader of the Sourwood Legion had red eyes, held up the scepter, pointed it there suddenly, and shouted at the guards sharply.

"Despicable Tlaxcalans, how dare you sneak up on the descendants of the gods! Go, my warriors! Kill! Kill them and dedicate them to the Lord God!"

"Kill! Kill them and sacrifice them to the Lord God!"

Seeing that the coach was fine, hundreds of sour wood guards immediately revived their fighting spirit and ignited their fighting spirit. They swung their batons again, without retreating an inch, and fiercely strangled with the assaulting tree snake warrior.

Jotico, a glorious nobleman, is not only the most honorable descendant of the gods in Sourwood City, but also the real master of the city-state legion. He has commanded the legion for ten or twenty years, and he has always been one and the same, with great prestige. As long as he stands here, the city-state warriors will not easily collapse.

"Damn it!"

Cloud snake hunter Travito gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice. He prepared for a long time before he took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and shot the first accurate arrow. In order to increase his confidence, he also deliberately aimed at his chest, using a copper arrow smuggled from the alliance. But when he heard the metallic crisp sound of the bronze arrow, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and hastily shot the second arrow to save it, what a pity.

"Damn it! He must be wearing that kind of solid bronze armor! Damn it! What happened to the Mexica in the past few years? There are so many new equipment!"

Trevito forcefully bit his lip, feeling the bloody pain, his chest was full of murderous intent. The Mexica Legion is in the chaos of the night attack. If they can kill the commander of the opponent and shout loudly, they can even completely defeat these thousands of people!

"Warriors of Cloud Snake, follow me to kill! Kill the opponent's coach!"

"kill!"

The tree snake warrior roared loudly and charged fiercely. Hundreds of sour wood guards gathered to form a tough battle group to block the attacking tree snake warriors. And the brave cloud snake hunter, as soon as he dropped his big bow, he clenched the copper ax in his hand, and rushed to the blocking battle group first.

Trevito's footsteps were extremely nimble, like a galloping leopard, he quickly ran to the right rear of a young warrior, where the shield in his left hand couldn't cover it. He stretched out his arm, and with a precise swing, he cut the opponent's shoulder and interrupted the opponent's defensive action. Then, he took another step closer, rubbed the warrior's counterattack stick, and cut upwards lightly.

"Ugh!. Ho ho"

Dapeng's blood splashed from the young warrior's neck, and it couldn't be stopped at all. Travito took two steps back, avoiding the splashing blood, and without even looking at it, he directly charged towards the other city-state warriors. But after a few breaths, there were two more screams of dying.

"Ah!.Ah!"

"Um?!"

Jotico frowned, looking at the assaulting Tlaxcala warriors by the light of the burning fire. These hundreds of warriors are obviously the elite of Tree Snake City, they are extremely skilled in combat skills, and their cooperation is also very tacit. And the leading cloaked general was particularly brave, killing three people in a row and advancing within forty steps! Ordinary city-state warriors can't stop it at all.

"Tsey Whitt, you, go and stop that general!"

Jotico thought for a while, then looked at the family warrior commander beside him. In the Nahua language, the meaning of Tessie Whitt is the solid and wise turquoise. This is a rare reputation, usually as a nickname, bestowed on the toughest warriors, or the most intelligent priests.

"Obey, Patriarch!"

Tessie Whitten bowed his head in a respectful salute. He was a tall man, clad in armor, holding a large shield, like a thick wooden stake.

"The opponent is very brave, don't fight him to the death. Just use your shield and hold him back! There should not be many Tlaxcalans attacking at night. As long as the warriors stand firm and recover from the chaos, the entire army will be wiped out. Yes, that's them!"

Yotico gave a few careful instructions, and then patted the tall shoulder of the family warrior.

"Don't take risks, see me alive!"

"Yes! Patriarch, I will die for you!"

Tessie Whitt saluted and left with a few personal guards. He strode like a star, his feet were heavy, but he ran very fast. A moment later, he held a half-human-high shield and stood firmly in front of Travito. The cloud snake hunter who charged forward bravely felt a mountain of pressure immediately.

"Damn it!"

Cloud snake hunter Travito swung his copper ax continuously, but was blocked by the opponent's skinned wooden shield, making a muffled sound. And he tried to get around the tall Mexica warrior, but the opponent showed no less agility and a very threatening stick strike.

"Damn it! You nimble turtle!"

The cloud snake hunter was forced to stop and struggled with the stake in front of him. He cursed again and again, provoking the opponent in front of him, hoping to draw an opening.

Tessie Whitney just kept her head sullen and didn't say a word. He swung his shield and struck his stick, focusing on defense, counterattacking twice from time to time, as steady as a rock.

"Hoo hoo!"

Cloud snake hunter Travito rushed for half a moment, but was stopped by turquoise Tessie Whitte. The surrounding tree snake warriors made a desperate assault, but were also blocked by the tough acid wood guards.

Under the drowsy night fire, the two sides slashed close to each other, completely entangled. In a short time, dozens of elite warriors fell to the ground. The warmth swayed wantonly at the battle, dyeing the warriors behind, making the soil under their feet muddy and sticky.

"Lord God bless!"

"Cloud Serpent Blessing!"

The flame flickered, flickering, outlining the melee crowd. The fierce shouts of killing quickly turned into screams of injuries, and then were drowned out by new shouts.

A quarter of an hour later, the tree snake warriors still did not break through the barrier, they just risked their lives in vain, and went to the Kingdom of God together with the city-state warriors. And when the battle situation fell into a stalemate, the numerical disadvantage of the Tlaxcalans gradually became apparent.

Elder Yotico stood before the firelight and banner. He was motionless, with a resolute and somewhat gloomy expression.

The battlefield in front of him is like a lake where blood flows, gathering fresh vitality and devouring the lives of warriors. Small groups of Mexica warriors continued to come from the surrounding aristocratic residences and joined the fighting group. There are also scattered tree snake warriors running from the outer camps. But their number is much less.

"ha!"

Seeing more and more warriors in the legion, Yotico showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. He raised his head slightly, looked at the completely setting moon, and then at the rising sun.

"Phew! The darkest time is finally over! Wait until dawn."

Yotico narrowed his eyes coldly, watching the hundreds of tree snake warriors struggling among the three or four hundred sour wood guards, especially the general who was good at fighting. His heart was full of killing intent, and he was thinking about the situation after the war.

In this night attack, the Sourwood Legion may suffer heavy losses, and his strength and prestige will be damaged accordingly. And King Avit has always been aggressive, so he might take the opportunity to punish and further suppress the city-state legion. He must leave enough weighty sacrifices to give an explanation for this night attack!

The sky was dimly bright, and the camp gradually recovered from the chaos. Yotico looked at the battlefield for a moment, feeling that the overall situation was settled. So, he turned his head, and ordered in a deep voice to the family guards on the left and right.

"Go! Take forty people and surround them from both sides! Don't leave that Tlaxcalan general!"

"Obey, Patriarch!"

The guards all bowed their heads and saluted respectfully. Soon, the wall of guards around Jotico thinned out. And the two running warrior squads are quickly encircling the tree snake warrior's rear.

"Travelto! It's almost time for us to withdraw!"

The noble warrior Izz, covered in blood, rushed to the brave cloud snake hunter, crying in a low voice. He is the personal guard of the tree snake city lord Okot, and also the deputy leader of the night attack.

"Duh, duh!"

Travito's eyes were red and he ignored it. He slashed vigorously, and it seemed that he was about to completely smash the large shield in Tessie Whitt's hand.

"Travelto, unbreakable!"

Izz swung his baton, covering Travito's left and right. While blocking the attack of Suanmu's personal guards, he persuaded in a deep voice.

"It's almost dawn! The Mexica are about to recover. The results of tonight's battle are enough, we need to bring back some tree snake warriors! The city lord is still on the city wall, waiting for us!"

Hearing this sentence, Travito finally calmed down. Panting, he stepped back a few steps, took a hard look at Tessie Whittle, who was holding up his shield to block him, and couldn't help cursing angrily.

"Damn! You shrinking turtle! You will only hide behind the shield, without the glory of a brave warrior!"

"Huh? I'm not a turtle, I'm Turquoise Tessie Whit."

Tessie Whitten put down his shield and opened his mouth calmly, like a rock that could laugh.

"Your name is Bow and Arrow Trevito? You turned out to be a despicable archer. The noble Patriarch asked me to stop you with a shield, so I will use the shield. And if you really want to put down the shield to duel, you may not be my opponent!"

"you!."

Hearing this, Telavito glared angrily, and was about to fight again.

"Go! It's almost dawn!"

Izz urged repeatedly, his expression full of anxiety. The brave cloud snake hunter bit his blood-stained lip, and finally turned back. In the Mexica camp, thousands of city-state warriors have recovered one after another, and there is no possibility of collapse. And it's almost dawn, if you don't leave, you really won't be able to leave.

Before leaving, Cloud Snake Hunter was unwilling to look back. He looked at the sour wood flag fluttering high, at the standing elder god descendant, and tried hard to remember the other person's appearance.

"Damn! I swear to Cloud Snake, I will take your life!"

Trevito was ruthless secretly, swearing loudly in his heart. Tessie Whitt smiled, and moved like a mountain, trying to chase after the cloud snake hunter. But Yotico looked at him coldly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he had frozen his killing intent.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, a Tlaxcalan bone arrow suddenly rose from nowhere like a shooting star before dawn, and struck quickly and accurately!

"puff!."

"Ugh! Ho ho."

In an instant, the sneering Jotico suddenly widened his eyes. His pupils widened sharply, and he lost all strength, like an old owl seeing the rising sun. He tried his best to barely turn his eyeballs, and looked down slightly, but saw a half-sectioned bone arrow protruding from his fragile neck.

"Ho Ho!"

Yotico's face revealed unbelievable despair. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, he was about to die here!

The elder honorable nobleman let out a painful "ho ho" twice, without leaving any words, he leaned his body and fell under the banner. Warm bright red flowed from his neck, dyed his gray hair red, and made his thoughts fall into a cold and eternal sleep.

The first ray of morning light, shot from the eastern sky, fell on his wide-open eyes, as if connecting with Tonali in his brain, and taking away Teulia in his heart. That is the ladder to the kingdom of God, leading the souls who do not want to leave, leaving the old era at the node where light and darkness intersect~