Aztec Eternals

The setting sun is gradually setting in the west, reflecting the red and orange clouds. The towering Great Temple is full of blood, reflected in the pale red Texcoco Lake, like the legendary towering and indifferent Snake Mountain. The holy sacrifice continued, and the priest's singing resounded through the sky. The boiling shouts of hundreds of thousands of people are like the shocking thunder in the hands of the Lord God. At this moment, the billowing thunder reverberated among the red sky, the dark red temple, and the blood-colored Pinghu Lake, as if the red kingdom of God had descended.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the God-King! Reward with piety, reward with sacrifice and blood!"

It is the cry of longing for war, and it is the will of the Mexica. This frightening frenzy of shouting fell into the hearts of every foreign envoy, and then witnessed by the blood of the descendants of the Tlaxcala, it has a heavy weight.

"The sun of the Mexica is different from the mountains and forests in the south. It is blood-colored!"

Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao lowered his head, stepping on the blood on the ground cautiously. He was adorned with exquisite gold ornaments, a gleaming silver crown on his head, a fine cloud-patterned white robe, and leg rings inlaid with turquoise on his legs. His whole body is shining with precious light, his movements are soothing and elegant, showing the reverence of the ancient blood. In fact, being able to use "Yun" as the surname and "Sun" as the name in the various ministries in the south of the cloud is enough to reveal his noble status.

"The powerful, brave, and respectable King of Mexica, the bloodline of the great Tiger Claw King, the glorious nobleman of Shanhe City, Yun Zhao, the envoy of Mixtec, salutes you!"

Yun Zhao came to the top of the Great Temple, and at a distance of more than ten steps, he respectfully saluted King Mexica on the throne, the most powerful man in the world. Afterwards, he carefully stretched out his hand, and took out a rather long silver box from his bosom, presenting it to the king's guards.

"Respected King Avit, this is the tribute from Yunchen, the great chief of Shanhe City. It contains a bunch of chagar feathers and a golden crown inlaid with turquoise. It is a rare treasure in the world. ! May your majesty live like turquoise, your light shine like gold, and your divinity fly like a feather!"

After finishing speaking, Yun Zhao knelt down on both knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and paid homage. The thick blood immediately hit his nostrils, making him a little uncomfortable.

Avet took the silver box checked by the guards, glanced at it briefly, and his expression suddenly turned cold. He held the silver box in his hand, stared at the kneeling emissary Yun Zhao without expression, without saying a word.

The king was silent, and there was a dead silence in the great temple. Many warriors gripped their copper axes tightly, staring at the slender messenger like tigers and wolves. Only the sacrifices of the priests and elders were calm and orderly, and the sounds were heard.

"The descendant of the glue man, the descendant of the God of Mixtec, the hereditary nobleman of Shenshi City, the warrior Yunshan, went to the kingdom of the god of war! His soul will fight for the sun god in the sky for four years, and then fall back to the valley in the south, transforming Be a majestic dahlia!"

Hearing this familiar name, Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao suddenly trembled in his heart. When he turned his head, he saw a blue corpse rolling down from a tall pyramid. And scorching blue smoke also rose from the holy fire burning beside it.

".Honorable King."

The sacred fire blazed with impending heat and palpitating smells. Envoy Yunzhao's forehead was gradually sweating. When he turned around, he saw Avit's half-smile expression and the blood-stained copper ax in his hand.

"What is this?"

"I heard that a few months ago, the great chieftain of Shanhe City, Yun Chen, led tens of thousands of warriors, joined forces with the chief priest of Shenshi City, Wei Ke, to hold the Rain God Ceremony in the Yunzhong Temple, and overwhelmed the military leaders of Shenshi City. .”

Avet looked gloomy, and told about the changes that happened five or six hundred miles away, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Now, Yunchen regards himself as the guardian of the temple in the cloud and the big talker of the Mixtec Alliance. He ordered the southern states to unify the various ministries of the Mixtec and be an enemy of the Alliance?"

"Ah! Here, respected King Avet! Leader Yunchen is loyal, as can be witnessed by the clouds and the sun in the sky! Shenshicheng is so bold that he dares to fight the alliance. Leader Yunchen is for the majesty of the alliance, Only then sent troops to teach lessons, lead Tehuacan's ministries, and obey the alliance."

The envoy Yun Zhao was trembling, and hurriedly defended himself.

"Ha! Go back!"

Avit's expression became serious, and he stretched out his hand! The heavy and expensive silver box immediately fell on Yun Zhao, almost knocking him to the ground!

"A mere vassal of the alliance, the leader of a small city-state, dare to give me a golden crown?!"

Avet was furious, pointing at the trembling Mixtec envoy with his jeweled scepter, he shouted sharply.

"Go back and tell Yun Chen! The Alliance's Eastern Expedition, and the Mystec ministries as vassals, dare to obstruct it secretly?! This is an offense to the majesty of the Lord God, and must be severely punished!"

"Tell him! Don't think that with the obstacles of the mountains and forests, the legions of the alliance will stop! The Kingdom of Tarasco and the Alliance of Tlaxcala, which offended the alliance, have all been wiped out! The Ministries of the lowlands will pay tribute to four This time, the tribute will be doubled! Shanhe City will send ten descendants of the gods, five thousand Dingkou, as an apology for offending the alliance!"

"If not, the 100,000 warriors of the alliance will go south in an instant, and completely reduce the Mystek tribes in the lowlands and the Shanhe City five hundred miles away to ashes!"

Avit reprimanded repeatedly, and no disobedience is allowed. In the wrath of the emperor, millions of dead bodies were buried, and blood flowed for thousands of miles. And in front of the great temple where the descendants of the gods were sacrificed, such a deterrent seemed particularly powerful.

Of course, the army of the Alliance has just been disbanded and rested after undergoing a brutal Eastern Expedition. The army on the North Road lost more than 50,000 people and killed 15,000 warriors. At the same time, the elders who suppressed the alliance left, and the states in the north and south were unstable. And years of wars, supplies for the Eastern Expedition, and insufficient food reserves in the capital of the lake. So in fact, in a short period of time, the Alliance will not be able to launch the next war of gods.

The ministries of Mixtec in the south are scattered in the mountains and forests for a full six hundred miles. The territory of each ministry is vast, the city-states are extremely scattered, and the terrain is also hilly and forested. The alliance wants to completely conquer all the ministries in the cloud. It is not an easy task due to the barriers of terrain and distance. It is even more difficult than the Western Expedition and Eastern Expedition!

However, if you don't aim at conquest, but focus on looting, send two or three warrior legions all the way south to clean up the villages, burn down the fortresses, sweep up the neighboring Mixtec tribes, and plunder the young and strong, it's easy to do!

And this is exactly Yunchen's worry, and it is also Avette's goal. When the alliance sends troops to the vassals, there must always be a suitable reason, so as not to force other vassals to fear and rebel together.

"Ah!. Respected King! Chief Yunchen is already in Shanhe City, enshrining the statue of the Lord God. We will never dare to offend the Lord God! All ministries in the south, loyalty can be learned from heaven and earth."

King Avet clenched his scepter tightly, and slammed it on the bluestone altar, interrupting the nonsense of the Mixtec envoy.

"Do you remember what I said just now?"

"Remember, Your Majesty is"

"Since you remember, let's go!"

Avit raised the feather shield and swung it down. The three-color feathers fluttered in the blood, like a sun bird that wanted to devour people.

"Remember, tell the chieftains of the various ministries in the cloud, tell the elders in Shanhe City! Obedience, or sacrifice, is Yunchen's choice!"

The corner of Avitt's mouth raised, leaving the last sentence, a meaningful foreshadowing. Then, he waved his hand, and the two hair-cut guards strode forward, picked up the Mixtec envoy, and headed down the pyramid.

The king on the throne looked calm, stroked the scepter in his hand, and felt the coldness of the copper ax around his waist. The mountain fortress in the east has not yet been completely pacified, but his gaze has already turned to the south. The fate of the Mixtec people is also doomed at this moment.

The golden crow divine bird, transformed into the scorching sun, flies over the highest temple. He wants to burn all the time! Burn yourself, burn the whole world, and turn everything that is old and stubborn into ashes in the mighty blood fire!