Aztec Eternals

The red sun hangs down the western mountain, and the cloud floats from the east. Seeing that another heavy rain is coming. August is the peak of the rainy season on the plateau, with erratic rainstorms and few sunny days, making large-scale military operations difficult. August is also the season of busy farming, and the early pumpkins are about to be harvested. In order to make a living for a year, Dingkou of each ministry has to be busy in the fields, and it is difficult to participate in military mobilization.

In general, in the chaotic and year-on-year Central American world, the hot August is a rare peaceful month. At least, it has been like this for thousands of years.

"Naxiu, what day is today?"

Shulot sat cross-legged on the carpet of the stone hall. He drank a bowl of sweet pumpkin soup and ate two fluffy tortillas. Then, he poked open a freshly boiled turkey egg, tasted the familiar but rare taste of the egg, and let out a satisfied breath, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

The warrior captain Berthard also sat next to the king, munching on soup cakes, but there were no turkey eggs.

Well, there is no doubt that in this era, turkey eggs are also precious ingredients, and only the nobles can enjoy them. A female turkey of the right age, even with plenty of food, will only lay two eggs a week. The vast majority of turkey eggs are used for hatching to produce meat, which is also lacking.

On the other hand, hens in the Old World are much more productive and can lay eggs every day, providing more protein output. The difference is not only the difference of the species itself, but also the difference of domestication time.

"Your Highness, today is the Eighth Rabbit Day of the Crocodile Moon. The Mother Earth has given her blessings, and this is an auspicious day for giving birth!"

Naxiu swayed gracefully, brought two cups of hibiscus tea, and handed them to the two respectively. She licked her lips, stretched out her long fingers, and gently touched His Highness's palm. Then, she winked like silk again, and presented two early-ripening avocados.

".The original crocodile Tonakart Kutli is the master of nurturing, the ancient god responsible for creation and fertility. In traditional mythology, the crocodile month is a month that reborn from chaos and created order. And the three who created order Creed is language, agriculture and family. As for Rabbit Day, it symbolizes self-sacrifice and transcendence, serving greater things, and it is also a time for peaceful reproduction.”

"Well"

The tip of Xiulot's nose moved, and the palm of his hand softened. Then, a gust of fragrant wind hit, with a whisper of temptation, it clung to his ear.

"My supreme master, on this holy day, your Yinunaxiu, is willing to dedicate herself to you!. Wow!"

"Well!"

Hearing the mesmerizing cry of a fox, Shulot felt hot all over, quickly lowered his head, and took a sip of sweet and sour scented tea. After several months of expedition, his body has been so long, but he can't stand such teasing.

"Cough! The crocodile month and the eighth rabbit day in the Nine Flint Years."

Shulot struggled to shift his attention. He calmed down, calculated silently for a moment, and his expression became more dignified.

"Phew, today is already August 9th, 1488 AD! Time flies, and the east of Tampen River flows without stopping for a moment!"

"Your Highness?"

"Naxiu, go down first! I still have something important to discuss with the warrior commander."

".Yes. Your Highness."

Naxiu pursed her lips, lowered her head, and cleaned up the dishes on the table. Hearing that the princess gave birth to a noble son, for some reason, her heart suddenly felt more eager. This desire is like a fertile field, longing for the rainy season, and also longing for the seeds of life.

What's more, the high priest in charge of the gods has already gone to the kingdom of God. No one can control His Highness' will anymore

"Well, you can take these two avocados too. Make puree, add some honey, and serve with fresh cactus fruit."

Speaking of this, Shulot pondered for a while. Since the Eastern Expedition, he has been restraining himself, and his body can't help but want to eat. And in the warm and humid rainy night, you can taste the fresh and delicious honey fruit and enjoy the softness and creaminess.

The king raised his head again, looked at Naxiu's slight ups and downs, the arc of kneeling, and the watery eyes, and his heart felt hot.

"...After it's done, send it to my bedroom. I've always been a little hungry these two nights, like a jaguar."

"ah!"

Hearing this, Naxiu raised her head and looked at His Highness in surprise, as if water was about to drip from her eyes. Because, trembling in her body, she remembered that every time at the end, the provocative fox screaming "Wow", would always be thrown down by the hungry jaguar. cry low.

"Listen to you, my Highness~"

Naxiu's trembling footsteps, accompanied by her trembling voice, quickly disappeared outside the hall. Xiulot took a deep breath, suppressing his young and passionate body. Looking at the spread map of the world, he reconsidered the overall situation of the kingdom and the alliance.

"Botard, Palms State has newly taken in thousands of Bossalos who migrated south, and has recovered to just over 100,000 people. In the area of ​​the Palms Valley directly under the Kingdom, there are nearly 40,000 settled tribes! Although the tribes in the north are poor, they are used to fighting and fighting. At this moment, in the hands of the poet Paramo, he can also pull out a recruited tribe army!"

"Your Highness, that is indeed the case. In the vast northern land, as long as there are food and property, and core warriors to suppress, it is not difficult to recruit tribal fighters. Now, the entire Palms State is under the control of the kingdom!"

"Um."

Shulot nodded knowingly. He looked at the night in the north and fell into long-term contemplation.

Ten years ago, about 200,000 wilderness tribes settled in the northern state of Palms, among which the Otomi occupied an absolute majority. Tisok conquered the Otomi people for two years, and the state of Palms was severely damaged, and the population was reduced to 130,000 to 40,000. The farmlands were barren, the villages were burned, and the famine that followed continued to reduce the strength of the Otomi tribe.

Therefore, when the cold wave came, 100,000 migratory Guajili descendants rushed south from the north, and the weak Palms state did not last long before it fell completely. And the dog descendants who moved south were short of food, and they killed all the way, which was equally tragic.

After the coalition forces of the Kingdom of the Lake and the Otomi went north, defeated and moved away the various tribes of Guakili, there were only 80,000 people left in Palms State. Although the Otomi tribe is still the majority in the state, they no longer occupy the primary position, and are replaced by a new order dominated by the Kingdom of the Lake!

"Your Highness, in the northern border at this moment, the Mexica nobles are the ruling jaguars, the Otomi tribe is the deer herd that breeds, the wilderness dog descendants are the wolves that obey orders, and the Prepecha nobles are the monkeys that pass orders The arrangement three years ago has been in operation until now, and it is indeed stable! But to truly take root in the Northland and establish a long-term rule, we still need to further encourage tribal intermarriage, promote the belief in the Lord God, and move in more Mexica immigrants!"

Hearing what the warrior commander said, Shulot thought for a while and nodded solemnly. The wilderness in the north is boundless, and the further north you go, the more limited the power the kingdom can project. The Palms Valley, which is directly under the kingdom, can be regarded as the initial exploration of establishing the rule of the wasteland.

In the newly established order in the north, a small number of Mexica nobles are the ruling core, while the subjugated Otomi tribe, the surrendered wilderness dog descendants, and the exiled Prepecha nobles together form the subject of the rule.

The Otomi people were mainly engaged in farming, providing food and labor; the wilderness dogs were half hunting and half farming, and provided most of the military service; while the Prepeca nobles mastered numbers and calculations, and actually played the role of low-level officials. In the end, those who transcended the leaders of the tribes and took root among the people of the tribes were the priests at all levels dispatched by the central government of the kingdom to spread the belief of the main god.