Aztec Eternals

"Hiss! What an evil door!"

The market is lively and the sun is warm. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the White Rat stared blankly at Priest Tomat walking away before recovering. He shivered suddenly, cold sweat dripping down his back.

"No! I'm a stone rat, not a day rat. What happened to me just now? It must be the priest's spell!"

Stone Mouse frowned, his face turning blue and red. Then, he stretched out his hand and took out three gems from his bosom, and looked at them greedily for a long while, grinning from ear to ear.

"Haha, three gems! Praise the Lord God! He gave me gems!. Uh?!"

The Stone Mouse prayed casually, but quickly recalled it. His face turned blue again, and he covered his mouth in fear.

"Well, what kind of radish god, wouldn't you really look at me? Otherwise, I'd better be called the White Rat! It's worth it to trade three gems for one name!"

The White Rat murmured in a low voice, his mind was in great confusion. Inexplicably, he remembered what Priest Tomat had said, and his mind was shaken.

"Will the Lord God grant me light? No matter what my origin is, no matter what bad things I have done? As long as I convert to the right way. Damn, damn, what a priest of evil!"

After a long while, the White Rat slapped itself hard with a "slap", knocking out the spell left by the priest just now. Then, he looked around for a while, and while no one was paying attention, he suddenly took out an exquisite and simple stone mirror from his arms again!

This exquisite stone mirror is the same as the previous one, with divine patterns engraved in the center, cinnabar red permeating the edges, and gold patterns engraved on the surface. Under the sunlight, the exquisite stone mirror shimmers slightly, and at a glance, one can know the extraordinary origin and precious value!

The White Rat quietly placed the exquisite stone mirror in the corner of a large pile of ancient mirrors. After thinking about it, he covered half of it with other ancient mirrors, revealing only a vermilion and gold-plated corner. Then, with a smile on his face, his eyes rolled, waiting for the next big fish who "knows the goods".

"Wait until this side is sold out. I have to find that mysterious corn man, and then turn over a few ancient mirrors that I dug up. After all, without a little red, a little gold plating, and some divine patterns engraved, how can I show it?" The divinity and preciousness of antiquities?."

The white mouse's thoughts turned, and his thoughts drifted away. He looked left and right again, and the bald Maya who was standing next to him just now had gone far away.

"That man saw that he was also rich. He also had an old servant with a spear and two male servants carrying things. The corn merchants have always been shrewd, and they are not as easy to deceive the Lord God's blessings as the plateau merchants!"

The crowds are bustling, and the vendors are hawking. Mayan merchant Tikalo walked into the market casually in a blue robe. Chihuaco, an old militiaman, walked beside him with a spear on his back. Behind him, there were two oil bottles, the young apprentice Dark Snake, and the young sailor Didi.

".This old guy."

Ticaro glanced at the old militiamen beside him with the corner of his eyes, and felt really toothache. After pondering for a while, he walked towards another busy area of ​​the market with a faint smile. Sure enough, Chivako also turned around and followed him clearly.

This busy area seems to be a place dedicated to selling antiquities. Hundreds of vendors were sitting on the ground, all selling ancient "relics" from various ruins. The apprentice Dark Snake didn't take a few steps when he heard a call in Nahua, similar to the Tlaxcalan accent.

"Sell fetishes, sell fetishes! The statues of the gods in the first ancient city! The small sculptures of warriors can make you a powerful warrior, and the small sculptures of priests can make you enlightened by priests."

A middle-aged street vendor looked at the people passing by, his eyes lit up. He shouted loudly, looked at Dark Snake, and offered to sell.

"This little priest apprentice, do you want to buy a priest sculpture? This is hundreds of years ago, a noble tribal priest leader, obtained from the first ancient city, and carried it with him for fifty years! When he was dying, he put A lifetime of knowledge and mana have been poured into the sculpture, waiting for the next successor."

Hearing the greeting, the apprentice Dark Snake stopped in his tracks. He glanced at the statuette of the priest, and then looked away. Then, his gaze settled on a warrior sculpture carved from black rock. The warrior held a bow and arrow, surrounded by a black snake at his feet, with a simple and serious expression, and his body was plated with gold powder, shining with reverence.

"Warrior. Black Snake descendant?."

Seeing this exquisite sculpture of a warrior, the apprentice Dark Snake couldn't look away anymore. Deep nostalgia appeared on his face, with inexplicable sadness in his nostalgia. He just stood there in a daze, looking at the sculpture of the warrior, with longing in his eyes.

"How much is it?"

Seeing the expression on the apprentice Dark Snake, the middle-aged vendor's expression lifted, and his smile became more amiable.

"Oh! This, this sculpture of a warrior is the most powerful warrior of the seaside tribe a hundred years ago, the sculpture of the big black snake warrior! He carried it with him for forty years and participated in four hundred battles. This If you don’t pay attention to the sculpture, you will also gain the experience of four hundred battles.”

"As long as you wear it, you will be able to continuously absorb the combat experience of the great warrior Black Snake, gain his courage and divinity, and eventually become a powerful and fearless great warrior! By the way, what do you use in exchange?"

"I have... a jewel."

Dark Snake pursed his lips, and carefully took out a gem from his bosom. This was what the old militiamen gave him when he went ashore, which was all his wealth. Afterwards, he asked curiously.

"The coastal tribe also has a great warrior named Black Snake?"

"Oh, it's a gem!"

The eyes of the middle-aged street vendor flickered. He looked at the dark snake carefully, and said with a smile.

"Of course! The Black Snake Warrior, that is a famous seaside warrior, and even defeated the most outstanding eagle warrior of the Aztecs! As long as you have this sculpture, you will be stronger than the mighty eagle warrior !.”

"Ah! Defeat the Eagle Warrior!"

Hearing this, Dark Snake's eyes suddenly lit up, and Didi next to him also showed longing. Dark Snake eagerly stretched out his hand, and handed the gem to the middle-aged vendor, begging.

"Then, let's change!"

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged vendor grinned, sure enough. He picked up the gem the size of a quail egg, weighed it, smiled and shook his head.

"No way! Such a fetish is worth five gems!"

"Huh? I only have one jewel, can you...can you make it cheaper?"

"No way!"

No matter what Dark Snake said, the middle-aged vendor just shook his head, definitely. However, seeing that the other party really had no money, he reminded with a smile.

"Little priest, are you alone when you come?"

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Dark Snake pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. After a while, he took two steps cautiously and pulled the clothes of the old militiaman Chihuaco. The old militiamen always turned their eyes to the direction of the Mayan merchant, paying attention to the opponent's every move.

"Huh? Dark snake?"

"Papa Qi, I want that."

After a while, Chivako, who was dressed as a militiaman, frowned, looked at the small gold-plated stone sculptures on the ground, and then at the middle-aged street vendor who was facing an enemy, and asked in a deep voice.

"Just this, five gems?"

".This is the sacred object of the first ancient city, the sculpture of the god of war carried by the black snake warrior, with a powerful divinity!"

The middle-aged vendor looked at the plainly dressed old militiamen opposite him, straightened his back, and prepared for a big battle.

"Ha! You bastard, you sell cloth without a ruler, you touch turkey blindly, you talk nonsense and nonsense!"

Chivako straightened up, stared at the middle-aged vendor sitting on the ground, and yelled loudly.

"What kind of skill is it to fool a doll? What kind of divinity is not divine? It depends on your mouth. What kind of God of War is not God of War? You are not afraid of being struck by lightning! Some are looking for it, who else do you want to fool?"

"...You're the one fooling people. You're talking nonsense!...I must be a fetish!"

The middle-aged street vendor was sweating on his forehead. Opposite is a sensible person, and the voice of the other party is very loud. Seeing it, some spectators gradually gathered. The middle-aged street vendor said in a low voice.

"... at most, let you one gem. Sell you four"

"Four? A sculpture I picked up from somewhere, I found a craftsman, plated it with some gold powder, and carved a snake, so it can be pretended to be a god?... Such a god, four gems, I can make ten for you !"

"Well"

The middle-aged street vendor was sweating profusely. This wouldn't be a colleague from somewhere, who came here to mess things up, right? He gritted his teeth, looked at the growing crowd, and whispered.

"Gods are in the sky, friends are on earth, fate will not block all roads! This friend, stop shouting, I will sell you three gems!"

The two are arguing. The corner of Ticaro's mouth curled up, and he immediately quickened his pace. His footsteps were slow, his movements looked slow, but after a while, he was about to disappear at the edge of this busy area.

"Um?"

If Chivaco felt something, he looked in the direction of the bald Mayan businessman, and immediately frowned.

"Don't buy it! Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he will take the eager Dark Snake and lead the obedient Didi to chase after the Mayan merchant.

"Hey, hey! My friend! I'll sell you two gems, just two!"

The middle-aged vendor stood up and shouted after him. Chivaco kept walking and walked away quickly. Seeing hopelessness, the middle-aged vendor cursed angrily.

"You stingy old bastard! Your son wants it so much, but you don't even want to pick up half a sunflower seed! Ha! It's really unlucky to be your son!"

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Hearing this sentence, Chivako suddenly stopped, lowered his eyes, and paused in place. After a few breaths, with a blank expression on his face, he took off the bronze spear behind his back and walked towards the middle-aged vendor. Under the vigilant and fearful eyes of the other party, the old militiaman threw down two gems. Afterwards, he leaned over and picked up the exquisite small sculpture of the Black Snake Warrior, and handed it to the expectant Dark Snake.

"Your. Take it!"

"Ah! Thank you, old man."

Dark Snake held the sculpture, looked at the faces of the soldiers on it, stroked the black snake patterns, and was very happy.

Then, Chivako leaned down again, picked up a small statue of an ordinary warrior, and handed it to Didi, who followed behind with envy.

"this is yours."

"Huh? This captain. Me"

"Take it!"

Didi was at a loss, but still stretched out his hands, holding the small sculpture of an ordinary warrior, as if he was holding a treasure he had never seen before. The emblem of the main god on his forehead, reflecting the light of the sun, seemed to bring warmth again.

"Hey? This friend, this sculpture, you haven't paid yet!"

"This is adding head! Say one more thing, I'll kill you!"

Chivako turned his head, the corners of his wrinkled eyes raised, and his face was rarely seen with a cruel look. His eyes were deep and cold, he stared at the silent merchant for a while, and then walked away with two teenagers who aspired to become soldiers.