Aztec Eternals

"Eagle Warrior! The Eagle Warrior of the Mexica!"

At the head of the tree snake city, the cloud snake hunter Travito had just recovered from his dizziness when he heard the nervous shouts of the personal guards. He looked quickly, and saw thousands of elite warriors, with steady postures, vigorous steps, waving feathers of various colors, charging forward at a fast pace.

Yellow-green bird feathers hang down from the underside of the shields of these warriors, and gray eagle feathers stand on the helmets. Although their gorgeous battle clothes were replaced by platinum heavy armor, Travito was still recognizable at a glance. Then, his heart tightened suddenly, and he moaned in pain.

"Ah! It's an eagle warrior with a shield!"

At this moment, no matter how brave the Cloud Snake Hunter was, his face showed a hint of despair.

The Tlaxcalans have been at war with the Mexica for decades, and they are most familiar with the fighting power of the eagle fighters. These elite noble battle groups do not need to engage in labor, they practice martial arts all day long, and their combat skills are extremely skilled. They are professional full-time warriors and the most skilled warband in Central America. And every eagle warrior is a senior warrior who has captured more than ten people!

"The Situation at the Head of the City"

Travito looked at the top of the city again. Most of the warriors and militiamen were still in panic and chaos. Two rounds of terrible explosions almost completely destroyed the morale of the defenders. At this moment, people are constantly jumping off the top of the city, howling indiscriminately, and fleeing into the city.

"Praise the Lord God! Fight for the King!"

But after a while, the eagle fighters came to the city. With a shout in unison, they held shields, climbed the ladder, and climbed to the top of the city.

The eagle warriors ascending the city moved calmly and were not in a hurry to charge. They rushed into the gaps opened by the pioneers and took root firmly. When the hatchet was swung, there was a splash of warm blood, and there were corpses of fallen defenders.

"Cloud Serpent Blessing!"

Travito gritted his teeth, and with a dozen or so remaining personal guards, he faced a group of Eagle Warriors head-on. He abandoned the heavy stone hammer and replaced it with a sharp baton. He swung swiftly and precisely, but he was still unable to kill anyone.

The eagle fighters who are fighting are not only wearing solid heavy armor, but also have very flexible feather shields in their hands, protecting the vitals of their necks all the time. Coupled with their sophisticated and concise combat skills, as well as their cooperation with each other, they are as tough as rocks!

"Damn it, damn it! Phew!."

The cloud snake hunter cursed under his breath, panting. The eagle warrior on the opposite side was also out of breath. This kind of close combat consumes the most stamina, and the eagle warrior is wearing heavy armor, so he definitely cannot fight for too long. If there are sufficient troops and occupy the advantage of the city wall, it can delay time, and it is possible to resist one or two. but now.

"Ah! Ah!."

Several young men defending the city showed despair, let out meaningless howls, turned and fled. They jumped off the city wall and wanted to escape, but broke their legs with a "click", and the howling became more and more miserable.

"Damn it! I can't keep it!"

Travito looked around the top of the city, and there were more and more eagle fighters standing firm, and the resistance on the top of the city was getting weaker and weaker. Even the tree snake warriors who supervised the battle began to flee.

"Boss."

A personal guard leaned in front of him, raised his shield, barely resisted the attack from the opposite side, and spoke in a low voice hesitantly.

"Boss, I can't keep it anymore"

"Cloud snake in the sky!"

Travito looked up at the sky where the rain was falling, and let out a sigh in his heart. After a while, he made up his mind, looked at the last few personal guards who followed, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Go! Let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the pyramid temple, meet the city lord, and pick up my newlywed wife!"

".yes!"

Travito pursed his lips, carefully separated from the battle line, escaped from the top of the city, and retreated into the city. Beside him, warriors and militiamen continued to flee, fleeing into the city to hide in various places. However, Travito knew in his heart that such hiding was meaningless. After capturing Tree Snake City, facing decades of enemies, the Mexica will inevitably wipe out the entire city.

If they stayed in the city, women, children and lowly moth people might be able to serve as slaves to save their lives. And the noble warriors and nobles must be sacrificed!

"Aww, the city is broken!"

"Praise the Lord God!"

"The God of War blesses the Alliance! Roar!"

Travito galloped all the way, and as soon as he came to the pyramid temple in the center of the city, boiling shouts sounded from the east wall, mixed with the roars and cheers of the Mexica warriors, resounding through the sky and the whole city. He paused, with a solemn expression on his face, quickened his pace again, and rushed up to the tall pyramid.

Tree Snake City Lord Okot stood in the temple, with his back facing the boiling outer city and facing the sculpture of the God of Hunting. He gazed sadly at the god who had been enshrined for a hundred years, with tears running down his cheeks, and he asked desperately.

"God of Hunting!. Why did you abandon us? Is it our sacrifice, not rich enough? Or the divine power of the God of War, too powerful?."

"Respected city lord of the god-born. The god of hunting will never abandon his people. Soon, we will meet our ancestors and gods in the flames of the dead!"

Cloud Snake High Priest Trucco has gray hair and a calm expression. With a hoarse and deep voice, he ordered the priests and apprentices who had not yet escaped to pile up the banners of the gods, build up the inherited wooden picture boards, and sprinkle the pungent stones of the dead. Then, trembling, he put on the dark sacrificial attire for the great sacrifice, put on a feather crown nearly one meter long, and prepared for the final long journey.

Dozens of tree snake guards stood aside in leather armor, neither stopping the priests from being busy nor participating in them. They just stood in the temple blankly with a look of death, waiting for the doomsday to come.

"Patriarch! The east wall has fallen! The south wall is coming soon!"

Izz, the warrior commander, covered in blood, rushed into the temple and knelt down in front of Okot.

"I just came back from the south wall with a hundred warriors. Quick! Let me protect you and escape from the city!"

"Escape? Haha!."

Tree Snake City Lord Aoket smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"The Mexica are surrounded on all sides, where can they escape? The land of Tlaxcala is completely occupied by the enemy, and the ashes of the ancestors' bodies are buried here."

The Tlaxcalans, like the Mexica, had both cremation and burial. The glorious descendants of the gods and the noble high priests will leave their cremated remains and enshrine them at the bottom of the temple pyramid, accompanied by a large number of buried jade, gold and silver, and sacrifices.

"Patriarch, let me protect you and break through the siege! From the northwest of the city, there are only tens of miles of continuous mountains. Seeing that the heavy rain is approaching, the Mexica are not familiar with the roads, so it is difficult to hunt down small groups of troops. And as long as Flee into the mountains, dodge patiently, the army of the Mexica will leave one day!"

"Haha! Break through the siege and escape into the mountains? Wait for the Mexica to leave?"

Okot didn't move, and shook his head again. He laughed, his face was full of death.

"Izz, the gods have abandoned us! The alliance of the four northern and southern states fell to the ground in less than half a year. Millions of tribes and 300,000 men were sacrificed to the God of War. It's less than a month!"

Speaking of this, Okot's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice gradually became higher and higher, turning into a mournful chant, like a poem about death.

".So I know that the bright cloud snake has left! And the bloody god of war, coming from the snake mountain in the west, floods the basin in the east, devouring all the light!."

Seeing this scene, Izz pursed his lips tightly and fell to the ground with tears streaming from his eyes. It was also difficult for him to understand: Why did the Mexica, who had been stalemate for decades, suddenly become so strong that they could not resist? Why was their Eastern Expedition so fast and so ferocious? . For all this, he can only blame the gods.

"City Lord! Father-in-law!"

There was a moment of silence until two shouts came from afar. Panting, Travito strode up the pyramid temple. He glanced at the busy priests and the standing guards, and couldn't care less about saluting nor paying respects, so he hurriedly asked.

"The Mexica have entered the city! The eagle warriors are coming to the temple! Where is Chichipati? I will take her and escape from the city!"