Aztec Eternals

In the middle of September, the rainy season is coming to an end. In the fertile fields of the Tehuacan Valley, green and golden are intertwined, and the corn is already showing signs of a bumper harvest. In the north and south of the valley, there is vitality everywhere, but the busy crowd is gone.

Flocks of buntings fall from the sky and boldly perch on the corn. They shake their gorgeous head feathers, break open the green tender skin, and peck at the newly matured bracts. The raccoon also emerged from the forest, with a cute and sad face, carefully stretched out its long arms, and snatched the corn in the field.

Rude pigs don't care so much. They rushed out of the muddy swamp in groups, covered in a lingering stench. The pig in Central America is also called "tuan", "skunk pig". They are similar in appearance to Old World wild boars, but are slightly smaller, have sharper tusks, and are more aggressive.

This skunk pig is more of a "skunk" than a "pig". Their meat tastes so stinky that even the tribesmen who are used to eating insects and ants find it hard to swallow. Similarly, they are extremely numerous and powerful in combat. Without the terrifying biped beasts, there are almost no natural enemies in the southern mountains and forests. At this moment, the group of hogs rushed into the cornfield, and with their powerful thick hooves, they dug down the mature plants, and then devoured them.

"Woo!.Woo!"

The desolate horn sounded suddenly behind the southern valley, startling a crowd of birds. The raccoon swayed its long tail, hugged the corn, and fled. The pigs gather together and hide in the cornfields. They narrowed their eyes vigilantly, looking at the dirt road trampled by pedestrians not far away. After a while, a large group of terrifying two-legged beasts appeared in their eyes.

"Ha! Gulu Gulu!"

With its tusks sticking out, the pig growled in a low voice, demonstrating to the two-legged beast approaching. However, more and more two-legged beasts approached, and there were terrible sharp howls from their mouths.

"Gulugu!"

"Woo, the rain god who controls the storm! Please send down the thunder, kill the brutal northern barbarians, and save your pious people! ~ Uh! Hoho"

The shiny copper spear stabbed out quickly, startling the pigs on the side of the road. Knowing the terror of the fangs of this bipedal beast, they can easily kill large numbers of their kind. The dozen or so hogs gathered turned around and fled, leaving only a group of crying Mixtec tribesmen and the corpse of a headman who fell slowly to the ground.

"Pfft!"

Cha Bo, the red-haired dog-born hunter, stared, and pulled out a sharp copper spear from the headman's neck. Then, he wiped the bloody spear tip on the headman's hair, avoiding the opponent's clothes. Afterwards, he stared at the blood-stained coarse cotton robe on the head of the meeting, feeling a little regretful.

"This kind of sturdy cloth robe is a rare item in the wasteland. Even if it is stained with blood, it can still be worn after washing it."

The red-haired hunter Chabo thought for a moment, and looked at the prisoners who would be escorted. With a casual finger, he chose a naked, hunched tribal man.

"You, take off his clothes, put them on, and take them with you."

"Ah? What? Clothes? Belt?"

Hearing what the barbarian warrior said, the tribeman Didi stayed where he was, at a loss. He couldn't understand the Nahua language in the north, and he could barely understand a few common words, which were "clothes" and "belt".

"you!"

Chaba the hunter swung his spear and glared. He also couldn't understand the words of these southern tribes. He simply did it himself, stripped off the headman's robe, then threw it to the tribeman Didi, and made another movement of putting it on.

"Ah, this! These are the clothes of noble people. I, I, am a lowly ant people. How can I wear them?"

Didi understood the barbarian warrior's movements, but his expression became more panicked. In Mixtec, his name "didi" means an ant on the ground. And in the Mixtec tribe, he is also the most humble low-level tribesman, and he doesn't even have his own clothes.

"You! Wear it, bring it! Mine. If you don't wear it, you will die!"

The hunter Chabo showed an impatient face, and raised his sharp copper spear again, pointing at the tribeman Didi. Ant Man Didi trembled with fright, and immediately put on the headman's robe, which still had the nobleman's blood on it. Then, he bent his hunched waist, and carried the heavy basket behind the headman on his own.

The tribal people around looked sideways. They looked at the fierce red-haired barbarian with deep fear on their faces. Then, when they looked at Didi, who was wearing the headman's clothes, they had expressions of anger and hatred.

Ant Man Didi shivered again, carrying the bamboo basket on his back. The hunter Chabo has lost interest in him. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the pigs who had gathered again after running away for more than ten steps. His left hand had already touched the big bow behind his back.

"This is a stinky pig from the south. It's the same as the one on the wasteland. It's unedible."

Another red-haired hunter, Mi Kui, shook his head and pressed Chabo's hand. If you want to ask him how he knows, of course he has tasted it once. That experience is really unbearable.

"Guoshu Chabo, this raid has captured enough food, so there is no need to waste precious arrows!"

Mi Kui spoke softly to Cha Bo, but his eyes were on the bamboo basket that Didi was carrying.

"Smelly pigs from the south? Bah!"

Hearing this, Hunter Chabo frowned, and spat in disgust. In the wilderness where food is scarce, every time I am forced to eat stinky pork is a vomiting torture. That taste is like eating mud that has been rotten for many years in the swamp.

It is interesting to say that the source of the name of Chabo is a fruit tree, tzapoyo, while the name of Mikui comes from another tree, Mesquite, edamame. Both of them were named after trees. In fact, they also came from the same wilderness tribe, and now they are in the same banner team.

"The corn in the south is good! The stinky pigs in the south are not good! The tribes in the south are rich and crowded, so they can't be harvested. It's excellent. It's good for the mother god of the earth! Uh, yes, I have to praise the Lord God!"

Hunter Chabo stretched out his big rough and red hands, holding the sun amulet around his neck, together with hunter Miku, he sincerely prayed a few words. The more than a hundred dog-born warriors around also bowed their heads, praising the divine world and the supreme Lord God.

"Praise the Lord God, Vitzilopochtli! He is supreme and great, bigger than the Mother Earth! Aww!."

Looking at the praying and shouting barbarian warriors, thousands of captured young tribesmen lowered their heads, their expressions were low, and they did not dare to make any sound. During the days of being captured, they also prayed to the rain god they believed in. It's just the rain god's blessing, like a passing rainstorm that hasn't arrived yet. And day after day, they were escorted by the red-haired barbarians, leaving the rich south of the valley, and going to the unknown barbarian land.

The towering cloud temple appeared in the sky, getting closer and closer, and the towering god stone city was not far to the west. Seeing that they were about to leave the land of Zawi, and completely lost the blessing of the rain god, some tribal people lowered their heads and wept silently and depressingly.

Ant-Man Didi didn't cry. He just blinked and looked at the barbarian warrior who was shouting at the sun. He listened to the other person's words, and tried to remember a repeated key word, "It's amazing to feed the radish!"

The short prayer is soon over, and the journey home is at hand. The dog-born warriors were in high spirits, shouting the dialect of the Northland, and escorting dozens of Mixtec captives. The right hands of the captives were all tied together with strong sisal ropes, and there were no metal or stone pieces all over their bodies. The dog-born warriors escorted were fully armed, carrying bronze spears and axes, and carrying a large bow on their backs.

The prisoners of Mixtec could only lower their heads, dragging bamboo baskets full of food and belongings to the northwest where their fate was unpredictable. The rumors of the human sacrifice of the Aztec Alliance reverberated in their hearts, making the road to the north seem extra hesitant and difficult.

It's just the rain god's salvation, which never came. The warriors of the Rain God huddled in the solid city of God's Stone, watching the Mexica looting wantonly, not daring to disturb them in the slightest. Or maybe, they had long avoided the attention of the Rain God, and secretly reached an agreement to betray the God.