Aztec Eternals

"His Majesty!"

Tessie Whittle spoke in a deep voice. Hochkalo narrowed his eyes and also heard the reputation.

At this moment, many thoughts appeared in General Turquoise's mind. He wants to accuse Hochcarlow of possible murder, and asks the High King, to investigate the truth. But...he doesn't have any evidence, nor does he have enough status and power. In the alliance's pragmatic political tradition, such a weak accusation is doomed to be useless, but it is nothing more than alarming the other party.

"I want a set of solid bronze armor!"

"Huh? Bronze heavy armor?"

Hearing this, Avit was slightly taken aback. After counting breaths, he laughed and admired, with admiration on his face.

"Good! What a pure Mexica warrior! Turquoise Tessie, you will get a set of solid armor, and a sharp bronze axe, to better fight for the alliance!"

In the current alliance, heavy bronze armor and a large bronze ax are still strictly controlled military supplies. It is only produced in the artisan camp in the capital city and the military industry department in Qincongcan, the copper capital. Except for the important royal legion, only some of the most prestigious nobles can get it in small quantities.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! The Lord God blesses you, the king is supreme!"

Avit nodded slightly, patted Tessie Whitt's shoulder, and walked to the next warrior. The king personally acted and rewarded generously, winning the hearts of warriors from all over the world. It wasn't until the night was dark and the evening breeze was slightly cool that the grand award came to an end.

"The Lord God Blesses the Alliance!"

The king raised his scepter and prayed in a low voice.

"God Bless the Alliance! God Bless the King!"

All the generals bowed their heads and prayed respectfully.

After a while, Avit sat back on the raised stone seat and looked around at the people present. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile again, looked at the guard beside him, and calmly ordered.

"Go, bring the Lord Tree Snake!"

"Follow you, Your Majesty!"

The two guards left in a hurry. After a while, the city lord Aokete appeared in front of everyone wearing plain robes and loose hair. The noisy generals quieted down immediately, and they all looked at the most honorable leader in the Tlaxcala Alliance with great interest.

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Under the watchful eyes of the generals, Okote was unarmed, staggered, and was escorted by the warriors. He came to the familiar hall with mixed emotions, looking at his palace, which is now occupied by the fierce Mexica, he was speechless for a while.

"Ocote, the noble tree snake god descendant, the leader of the Tlaxcala people."

Arvit was in high spirits, with a smile on his lips. He held the inherited scepter, looked at Okot's bleak expression, and ordered lightly.

"Come on! Right here, let's dance a celebratory sacrificial dance for the alliance warriors who captured Tree Snake City!"

".you!"

Hearing this, Okote gritted his teeth, his eyes gradually turned red. He has been a noble descendant of the gods since he was a child, standing above ten thousand people, how has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"What? Okote, don't you want to?"

Avit's expression was slightly cold, with killing intent in his eyes.

"I think you shouldn't be so stupid as to refuse."

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Okot shuddered. He looked at the sitting king of Mexica, and thought of the life of the captives in the past few days, with tears in his eyes. As an exalted godborn, he cannot ignore pain and death like the most fearless warrior.

".Red is the dwelling place of man, the freshness of life and blood."

A moment later, Okot lowered his head, dressed in white, tiptoed, and danced a sacrificial dance of death and mourning. He waved his arms, loosened his hair, and danced, with the bleak farewell, the sorrow of subjugation, and the desire to go to the kingdom of God.

".I hesitated in the dark, searching in the caves of skin, and saw only white bones"

The mournful chanting sound echoed in the hall, and the sound of weeping blood was exactly the same in Mexica.

"...I came from the north, which is the wilderness of the same blood. I go to the south, which is the flame that burns apart."

Hearing this, Avit frowned, slightly moved. In terms of blood and language, the Mexica and the Tlaxcalans are true brothers. The two tribes have been fighting for decades, and now, the winner is finally determined. And what will the final winner do with the loser at this moment?

".I am burning, and you are burning too! Red is an unquenchable flame. Surviving Tlaxcalans! You are crawling and climbing, in the deep underground world, in order to survive, you are struggling between death."

Hearing this passage, the expressions of all the generals present flickered, and their smiles gradually faded away. Since the Eastern Expedition, the various legions have been extremely fierce and merciless towards the various tribes of Tlaxcala.

"...When the flames swallowed me, I turned into ashes and floated to the red kingdom. I saw the end of death, without any remains! That is the end of reincarnation, and the end of all things, whether you or me"

Okot sang, danced, weeping, and watched the king above. It wasn't until the end of the song that he stopped and looked towards the high zenith. There, there is an open-air wind tunnel, with free and warm wind blowing from the vast night sky.

"Yes, you dance well. It seems that you are more suitable for reciting songs and dances than leading soldiers to fight!"

After a while, Avit lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and made a comment with a smile. This mournful song and dance in praise of death was beyond his expectation. In the aesthetics of the Mexica, such singing and dancing are quite charming and very memorable.

"Take him down!"

Okot pursed his lips tightly, with tears in his eyes, and was taken away by the guards again. At this moment, after he left the palace where he had lived for decades, there was no chance of returning.

"cough."

The flames flickered, and the hall gradually became quiet. Avette organized his thoughts well, and smiled.

"Haha! The dance of the descendants of Tlaxcala is good, but it's a little too sad. My favorite is the dance of the nobles of the alliance. It's heroic and majestic, and it swallows mountains and rivers."

"The Eastern Expedition has won a great victory, and the royal army will return soon. All city-state army commanders, stand up and sing a song for your king!"

The king's voice, calm and powerful, fell on the ears of the legion commanders, as if carrying the power of thunder.

"Dancing again?!."

Sintel, the leader of Weijian, immediately frowned, resentful in his heart. He looked to the left and right, but saw the leader of the mountain, Izel, stood up first, and the new leader of Sourwood, Hochkalo, followed closely behind. Then, Pacho, the leader of Xiajin, stood up calmly. This time, no one dared to make any excuses like the dead Yotico.

"Why."

Sintel sighed silently and joined the team. Then, the four revered honorable nobles and the head of the powerful city-state army gathered in the hall, performing dances for the supreme king, and praising the supreme sun!

"In the courtyard, a round of sun is like flint, high and still!

Flint is supreme, overlooking the sky of birds, giving vitality to the earth

Flint burns brightly, let time hold in your hands, and shine on the heaven and earth of divinity

The flint swirls like a snake, the cloud snake burns in the flames, and the god king drinks the water in the fire!

It was red blood.

The gods drink blood, and the gods feed on life. God controls immortal life and bestows upon a loyal king! .

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The four city-state heads sang loudly and held their hands and feet high. This is a prayer song in praise of the sun god, usually used in sacred sacrifices. And singing here, it is natural to compare the king to the sun god and himself to a loyal servant, expressing the most thorough obedience.

The Eastern Expedition was victorious, Tree Snake City fell, and the city-state legion suffered a lot of casualties. The situation at this time is very different from the last time the dance was performed. The king's prestige has risen to the highest level like the sun at noon. And the strength of the king is like the sun in the middle, firmly suppressing the nations!

Listening and listening, a bright smile bloomed on Avette's face. When everyone finished dancing and saluted out of breath, the king held his staff tightly and gave a sincere admiration.

"Good! Very good! I like it very much!"

"Praise the king! I would like to dance and sing for you!"

The four chiefs of the city-state legions bowed their heads respectfully and saluted the king.

"Um."

Avit looked around at the crowd and nodded repeatedly. He had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. After the temptation of dancing, it was the obedience he really wanted.

"Reed Sintel, Gap Campacho, Sierra Isere, Spruce Hochcalo"

The king read out the names of the legion commanders in an oppressive voice. Afterwards, the king's intentions were directly revealed, without the slightest concealment.

"The supreme sun needs the guards of city-state warriors! After the Eastern Expedition, I will build two new guard battalions, at least at the level of the third-level elite fire warriors!"

Avit's eyes fell, and he looked at the army commanders whose expression suddenly changed, and announced ruthlessly.

"Samurai from all states are very brave. You four city-state legions must send out elite warriors above level 1,300! The Sourwood Legion suffered heavy casualties, with 200 soldiers, while the Mountain Legion did not participate in the siege, and only 300 soldiers remained. Let’s give half of each of the two states below!”