Aztec Eternals

The pursuit was ambushed, the commander died in battle, the divine plume was trampled by the Mexica, and the brigade of barbarians continued to pour out of the mountains and forests and surrounded them from both wings. The Mixtec army lasted only a moment, but it couldn't hold on any longer. Thousands of warriors shouted in panic and fear, and were scattered in the ferocious onslaught.

At this point, the war has officially entered a new stage of chasing death and chasing the north, and the real severe casualties will start from this moment!

"Chasing! Cut off their heads and capture their warriors! This is all military merit! Aww!"

The canine warriors roared and howled excitedly. They ran and pursued in the mountains and forests with such a fast speed that they threw the lagging enemies to the ground like a pack of hounds. They wielded copper spears, chopped down copper axes, and took out sisal ropes, skillfully tied up the captives' hands and feet, and wantonly searched for the property of the noble warriors.

The Mixtec states are located in the geologically active Sierra Madre del Sur, also rich in gold and silver. Their goldsmiths and silversmiths are highly skilled and can forge all kinds of exquisite gold and silver necklaces and accessories. And the belief of Zavi, the god of rain, also advocates the color of gold and silver. Therefore, the necks of Mixtec nobles are always bright, shining with a soul-stirring light.

The victory has been decided, and the corners of Black Wolf Toltek's mouth curled up. Looking at the fleeing and slaughtered enemy army, he felt complacent for a moment, and gradually regained his composure. He has experienced too many similar scenes, and today's battle is not difficult at all.

Hei Lang lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and then asked someone to call for the commander of the Tlaxcala Drop-in Battalion, "Pillar" Tetica.

"Tetika, your Tlaxcala battalion is acting as a lure, and it's a good fight!"

"Respected leader of the Black Wolf Army, you are all blessed by the Lord God!"

Tetica knelt down respectfully, lowered his head, a bit of bitterness appeared on his face. The 3,000 warriors from Shenshi City were all the elite of the Mixtec people. In order to rescue the temple in the mountain, they are also full of fighting spirit. The enemy was defeated in this battle, and the surrendered battalion suffered another 800 or 900 casualties. The once high-ranking warrior, once in the hands of the people, was driven by others, burned like firewood, and died together with the humble militiamen. Why! I don't know whether the soul in the heart who died in the southern mountains can go to the kingdom of the hunting god.

Thinking of this, Tetica's heart trembled. He raised his eyes carefully, looked at the terrifying leader of the black wolf, held the hummingbird amulet around his neck, and prayed in front of him.

"Praise be to the Lord God! He has given us victory!"

"Ha ha!"

Black Wolf laughed out loud. He squinted, took a deep look at Tetica, and then waved his hand, declaring generously.

"Tetika, the blessing of the Lord God, only falls on warriors who fight piously! Well, Tlaxcala warriors can still fight!"

Having said this, Hei Lang stretched out his finger and pointed to the faint pyramid temple in the mountain.

"In the temple in the cloud, in the Tehuacan pyramid, there are still hundreds of temple warriors standing firm. Go! Take the Tlaxcala warriors and bring down the temple for me! Wait for the temple to be captured, the side hall of the temple, the warriors The residence, as well as the attached villages, are all left to be plundered by you!"

The Temple of the Clouds is the abode of the gods and the northern shrine of the Mixtecs. Naturally, it is not only a magnificent pyramid, but also includes hundreds of priests, hundreds of temple warriors, and thousands of villages that support priests and warriors. In this era, every large temple inherited has accumulated tributes for hundreds or even thousands of years. The amount of precious metals in it is enough to make any European king jealous.

"The temple in the cloud. Let it be looted?!"

Hearing this, Tetica's eyes turned red. After his faith was shattered, he no longer had the reverence he once had for the gods, and only reality remained in his eyes. The battalion commander immediately bowed his head and kowtowed heavily.

"The generous and majestic leader, the Tlaxcala warrior, is willing to fight for you!"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Hei Lang laughed heartily. But soon, he frowned and corrected severely.

"No, it's fighting for His Highness, fighting for the Lord God!"

"Yes, yes! Fight for the head, His Highness, and the Lord God!"

Tetica saluted respectfully. Afterwards, he carried his baton and brought the assembled surrender battalion to the towering temple in the cloud.

The sun rises and the moon rises, the sun rises and the moon sets. The verdant ground is dotted with solidified bright red, and the stiff corpse is covered by dense vegetation. And the raging fire also ignited from the village under the temple in the mountain, burning all the way up, accompanied by shouting and fighting, and desperate wailing!

The one-sided pursuit lasted for two full days. Under the hunt of the dog-born hunters, three thousand elite Mixtec warriors escaped, but two or three hundred escaped. The dog descendants brought back 2,000 heads, and 700 to 800 pale soldiers who could walk.

According to the tradition of the Guajili Legion, all warriors who were unwilling to surrender were executed; all enemies who were injured and unable to walk were executed; all noble captives with appealing power were sacrificed directly. This cruel fighting custom is not only derived from the alliance's traditional practice of human sacrifice, but also from the ruthless natural law of the wasteland, which makes all the enemies frightened.

"Pile up two thousand heads and build a pyramid!"

With a cold expression on his face, Hei Lang issued the first military order to the Mixtec warriors who surrendered. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up, he held the bronze Qin sword on his waist, and asked lightly.

"Among you warriors, who is the best at fighting? Stand up for me!"

The Mixtec warriors looked at each other in dismay. After a while, their eyes all focused on a warrior as strong as a cheetah.

".damn it!"

Ridge, the Rain God warrior, cursed inwardly. With his hands tied, he lowered his head, tiptoed, walked on the front half of his feet, and stood up carefully.

Heilang narrowed his eyes, looked at Rich's walking pace, and nodded slightly. Then, he clenched his bronze sword tightly and strode closer.

"I am Black Wolf Toltec! Warrior of Mixtec, tell me your name!"

".I am the rain god warrior of Shenshi City, woodpecker Richie!"

Rich squatted down slightly, and replied nervously. He had heard of the traditions of the Mexica, and he liked to let the enemy's warrior captives fight the alliance's warriors under unfair conditions, and use the lives of outstanding warriors to please the warlike and bloodthirsty god of war.

"Riki, Woodpecker Ricky? Good!"

Hei Lang nodded slowly and smiled. Then, he took a step forward, suddenly pulled out the bronze sword at his waist, and slashed at the unarmed Rich!

"ha!"

"ah"

Rich was suddenly attacked, and his body instinctively avoided it. His feet jumped like a cheetah, and he took a step to the right. Then, he dodged with difficulty, dodging two swords in a row until he ran out of breath. Then, the sharp sword blade slashed at his head, and the fierce sword wind scattered his forehead hair, and the cold death was in an instant!

"ah!"

At the moment of the border between life and death, Hei Lang turned his wrist violently, turning the sharp blade into a thick sword spine. Then, he turned his slash into a slap, and slammed Rich on the shoulder heavily with his skillful capture technique.

"Snapped!"

"Well!"

Ridge, the warrior of the Rain God, let out a muffled grunt, lost his balance and was slapped to the ground. His pupils contracted and enlarged suddenly, sweat flowed from his forehead like a waterfall, and even his knees were trembling slightly. After a few breaths, a red line appeared on his forehead, revealing a faint color of blood. At that moment just now, the distance between him and death was only half a finger away.

"Ha ha!"

Looking at Rich who fell to the ground, Hei Lang laughed wantonly and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right, with his hands tied, he can escape my three strikes. He is indeed an outstanding warrior!"

After finishing speaking, Hei Lang stepped forward again, raised Qin Jian again, and slashed down mercilessly!

"Shh!"

Rich's heart trembled, his eyes were out of focus, and his back felt like an electric shock. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the rope binding his hands had been cut off by the terrifying warrior in front of him.

"Rich, from today onwards, you are the leader of these seven hundred soldiers!"

The black wolf put away the brass sword, reached out, and lifted Ridge off the ground like a coyote on a lynx. He looked into Rich's eyes with his cold black eyes, and ordered that he could not refuse.

"Remember! You have to fight for the Lord God, for His Highness! Warriors who fight bravely will gain property, women, land, and even titles, and become nobles of the alliance! Cowardly warriors are as humble as ants on the ground. As for traitor."

Hei Lang narrowed his eyes, grinned, showing his sharp teeth, and said word by word.

"I will cut off his head myself!"

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Rich pursed his lips, and was stunned for a moment. He looked at Hei Lang's stern face, as if he was facing a beast in the jungle. After a while, the rain god warrior who surrendered slowly lowered his head, his voice was weak but clear.

"Yes. Follow you"

"louder please!"

"Yes! Follow you!"

"Tell me, praise the Lord God!"

". Praise the Lord God!"

"good!"

Hei Lang nodded in satisfaction. He let go of his hand and ordered.

"Take your people and build the Beijing Temple! Remember, put the heads of the god-born nobles on top!"

The Rain God warrior nodded silently. At this moment, in his heart, he seemed to have lost something, and he seemed to have broken away from something. He turned around and subconsciously glanced at the temple in the cloud not far away. There was a flame burning under the pyramid.

A moment later, a frantic howl of wolves came from the sacred mountain of the temple, accompanied by almost crazy shouts. That was the howling of the descendants of Tlaxcala, and now it is like a canine, full of ferocity and cruelty in the wilderness.

"Ha ha!"

Hei Lang listened for a moment, then raised his head and laughed, like a wolf king from the wilderness.

"Yes, what a pack of wolf cubs!"

Rich stopped, his knees feeling a little weak. He took a few breaths with difficulty to stabilize his trembling mind, but his mind was blank. He had learned the Nahua language of the north, and he could understand the shouts in the wind. This shout sounded like the coming of the end, causing the nearby Mixtec soldiers to show real despair.

"The Rain God is dead! The main god is supreme! The temple in the cloud has fallen!"