Aztec Eternals

"Praise the Lord God, Huitzilopochtli! Die for God, fight for God!"

In the dark night, facing the sudden siege of the wasteland tribes, Zuvalo trembled and felt fear. He stretched out his hand, clenched the Sun Hummingbird Amulet on his chest, tried to gather courage, and prayed and shouted loudly.

"Get ready, follow me and fight back to the boat!"

The location of the camp is not far from the docked fleet. He was already ready to fight. He was going to lead the hundreds of warriors and sailors who landed, desperately break through the hundreds of enemies surrounded on all sides, and return to the ship overnight.

"Hmm? Huitzil-opochtli? Hummingbird, left? Sage chief above?"

However, upon hearing Zuvalo's prayers and shouts, a powerful headman wearing a feather crown and tattooed face stepped out from among hundreds of tribal warriors holding a throwing spear. With sharp eyes, he stared at the sun hummingbird amulet around Zuvalo's neck, and looked at the other party's sacrificial robe painted with divine patterns, with confusion and surprise on his face. After a few breaths, he finally spoke, but it was in ancient Uto-Aztecan (Uto-Aztecan).

"Huichol, Wixárika, Teopan. We, the Huichols, Teopan, follow the lead of the blood and the eagle. You, the clans of the ship, too A branch of the Huichol, guided by the divine hummingbird?"

Hearing the headman's words, the newly promoted priest Zuwaro stood on the spot in a daze. Although the other party's language is strange, they can understand it, and it is even closer to Mexica than the Prepecha language in the lake area. Zuwaro's thoughts changed sharply, and he remembered the homology of all ethnic groups described in Shenwei University, so he hesitated to lower the bronze spear in his hand and asked in Mexica.

"Friends, we are from the Mexica Alliance. At the beginning of the alliance, we were tribes from Aztlan. We follow the guidance of the sun and hummingbirds, and believe in the supreme god who holds lightning and throws spears. Are you Huichol people? Where are you from? ?”

"A God of War who believes in the sun and hummingbirds, holds lightning and throws spears? Seeing God of War as a father god? How strange. However, the God of War of Lightning is indeed one of the gods!"

Hearing Zuvaro's description, the leader of Thorpan's tribe, Visaka, raised his brows. He pondered for a while, and carefully observed the warriors of the kingdom in the lower camp, their sophisticated weapons and equipment, and their expressions of fighting to the death. After a while, Visaka howled twice like a wolf, and the Thorpan warriors lowered their stone spears in unison, giving up the threat of attack, showing some kindness.

"The Huichol tribe on the ship, I don't know where you come from, but we should have common ancestors, not enemies! The god of lightning and spear-throwing war is one of the gods of the Huichol people in the mountains, and a An ancient god. The sun father Tayaupá, the rain mother Nacawé, the eagle star god, the water snake cloud god, the scarlet death, the corn goddess, and the god of war holding lightning are all important gods."

Visaka lifted off the battle suit on his upper body, revealing the tattoo of Father Sun God on his chest. The sun was as wide as the ocean, and it shone like waves. And in the middle of the sun, there is a red heart tattooed.

"The gods look at the world and rule the red sky, the earth and the sea together. And we Huichol people are the red heart that migrates along the river in the wasteland"

The newly promoted priest Zuvalo stared at the other's tattoo with wide eyes. This kind of worship of the red sun and the heart seems to exist on the alliance's royal banner and on the priest's inheritance drawing board. He thought of something, his lips were a little dry for a while, and after a long silence, he made an invitation.

"Friends from the Torpan Ministry, we have never been hostile. I think we can sit down by the campfire and have a good chat for a while."

The long night had returned to silence, and whispered conversations sounded from time to time. From inheritance, myths, rituals, to gods, the two leaders of the two sides chatted for a long time, and felt more and more some ancient closeness, but there were real differences.

It's like a forked river that has flowed through the centuries, reflecting the same shadows of the past. But the scenery on both sides of the river has become completely different. Looking back, the upper reaches of the river can be vaguely seen. And below the long river, the mighty Mexica alliance has grown into a river and sea before you know it!

Zuvaro was silent for a long time before asking in the light of the morning sun.

"Respected leader of Visaka, may I ask the Huichol people in the wilderness, how many tribes are there now?"

Visaka rubbed his chin, the feather crown on his head swaying in the wind. His eyes flickered, watching Zuvaro's expression, and answered in a deep voice.

"All the tribes migrate around, chasing prey and aquatic plants for half a year, and planting corn and beans for half a year. No one knows how many tribes there are in this wilderness of hundreds of thousands of miles. But like our Topan tribe, one or two thousand people There are 20 or 30 tribes. And the bigger tribes can’t be supported in this wasteland, and they have to fight south to compete for more fertile valleys.”

"The Guajili people in the southeast plateau were once hostile to the tribe and fought in conflicts. But a few years ago, when the cold wave went south, the tribes suffered heavy casualties, and many of them lost contact. The big Guajili tribe gathered together and headed south. Migrated. I know of two large Huichol tribes that have descended south into the territory of the Guakili and mixed with the native tribes"

Hearing this, Zuvaro frowned. Twenty or thirty tribes, each with one or two thousand people, is 40,000 to 50,000 people, plus more scattered small tribes, and several large tribes that moved south, it is estimated that there are 70,000 to 80,000 people. Compared with other parts of the wasteland, this scale is not large, but it is not small either. The entire barren land is still too barren.

As for the hunting and farming site of the Huichol people, it is in the northern part of the wilderness. In the southeast, they bordered on the land of Sacathcate, which is rich in silverstone by the Guakili people, and in the northwest, they had contact with the Totomei people in the mountains. And such a migratory and warlike tribe has many similarities with the Alliance in terms of language and beliefs.

"Behind this similarity, there may be a common origin, just hundreds of years ago. And if we can ally with them and gradually assimilate the kingdom in the northwest of the world, this northern route will truly establish a real A solid stronghold!"

Thinking of this, Zuvaro showed a sincere smile on his face. He reached into his bosom, took out a golden amulet of the sun hummingbird, and solemnly gave it to Visa. This time he went north, he brought a lot of such talismans and gave away a lot.

"Praise the Lord God, Vitzilopochtli! He grants us a lightning-fast travel, thousands of miles away, to meet our ancient kin! Come, Brother Visaka, let us have a good chat. Maybe, you It can be considered to settle down at the mouth of the Torpan River."

"The land at the estuary is actually very fertile. As long as you master the farming skills, you can get a stable grain harvest. And the coast at the estuary can also be used for fishing. As for the skills of boat building and fishing, the tribes on our boats also can teach you."

Hearing Zuwaro's narration, the leader of Visakra frowned, instead of showing joy, he showed vigilance. He looked into Zuvaro's eyes, and asked in a deep voice word by word.

"Zuvalo, my friend. In the wilderness, there has never been food without cost. Hunters, only when hunting, will you release bait. Since you have shown so much kindness to our Thorpan tribe , then what do you want to get in return from us?"

Hearing this, the newly promoted priest Zuvalo lowered his eyes. After a long while, he looked at the leader of Thorpan's department and answered solemnly.

"The supreme Lord God, shining on the red world, from the plateaus and lowlands in the south to the Gobi and mountains in the north! We will not persecute our distant race, but will only bring you the glory of the Lord God, which is never thought prosperity and growth.”

"The price we need is to let the revered main god fall into your heart and become the only supreme god! And from then on, the brothers' tribes will be mixed with blood, and you will gradually become one with us."