Aztec Eternals

The setting sun shines on the vast forest and sea, and the clouds are dyed red and undulate like waves. The sky is as clean as a flat lake, and a wisp of cooking smoke rises slightly.

Under the smoke is a simple settlement, scattered with huts built of branches and long grass. Dozens of tribesmen in leather skirts gathered in the middle of the firepit. They lighted a fire, cooked, and laughed and played. Immediately, the aroma of corn, wild vegetables and unknown animal meat wafted in the air.

Twelve-year-old Shulot stood deep in the woods, and the boy looked at the distant settlement in silence.

He has a handsome face, black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, and a clean little face. He wears a conical pointed hat on his head and a dark green waistcoat that can cover his whole body. A piece of brown crotch cloth is tied on the belly, the head of the cloth hangs down just to cover the vitals, and on the feet are small moccasin shoes.

He holds a ruler-long obsidian dagger in his right hand, and a small shield strapped to his left. It is said to be a small shield, but it is enough to cover his small body. The most eye-catching is a string of special obsidian necklace, which has been hanging from his neck to his chest, which is an important status symbol.

Shulot looked in front of him, a group of fierce and strong warriors could be seen faintly in the shadow of the trees.

The warriors were dressed in green leather armor, outlining their strong lines. The cuffs and trouser cuffs are dyed red, and they wear the same loincloth and pointed leather cap. Most of them are barefoot, with a rope tied around their waist, and a half-meter-long skinned wooden shield on their left hand, with horrible patterns carved on it. In his right hand, he held a one-meter-long obsidian stick, and the sharp insert had been removed.

At this moment, the warriors hunched over and remained silent, like beasts in the jungle, with dangerous and excited lights in their eyes.

Perhaps sensing Shulot's gaze, the two warriors got up and walked over silently. The leading samurai was in his thirties and forties, and he was exceptionally strong. His face was painted with red and green stripes, and he wore a ferocious tiger helmet. Bright feathers hung from the back of the helmet and rested on a striped yellow leather armor, like a beast walking upright.

This is the elite of the empire, the leader of the 20-man squad, a jaguar noble warrior.

The jaguar warrior walked up to Shulot: "Sholot, we are going to attack soon. This is your first time participating in a battle, so you don't need to follow us to charge. You stand on the periphery, if you see someone escaping If you see a suitable opponent, you can go up, and use your shield and knife."

"Remember you don't need to take prisoners, don't keep your hands!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and told the young warrior next to him: "Tels, follow Shulot well, and don't let him face the wrong opponent. If he can deal with it, don't intervene. For the first time, let He's stained with blood. I'll take you two captives."

In the end, the jaguar warrior nodded to Xiuluo. He grinned, showing his cold teeth, and left quietly again.

The young samurai was about twenty years old. He squatted beside Shulot in frustration: "Sholot, I will always be by your side. Later, you can find a lonely little savage or an old savage."

"Tels, why are we attacking this group of tribesmen? They didn't threaten us." There was resistance in Xiulot's eyes, and the memory of the "past" was always lingering in his mind, even if it began to blur, hundreds of years The last values ​​still stubbornly survive in his heart, in this cruel jungle era.

"Why?" Tells scratched his head, "Because the new Tratoani just took the throne, we need more sacrifices in the coronation ceremony."

"Then why spend so much life in sacrificial rituals?"

"Because this is what the gods like."

At this moment, a loud eagle cry came, and then dozens of figures rushed out of the dense forest.

The warriors howled horribly, and surrounded the settlement from all directions. A "jaguar" rushed to the front, the stripes on the tiger's skin were dancing, and the heavy obsidian stick was like dancing lightning.

He knocked a young savage unconscious with one easy slap. Then with a backhand, he hit the other person's waist and abdomen, and the other person immediately fell to the ground and writhed in pain. The other samurai continued to achieve victories. Even though the number of Burakumin was four or five times that of the samurai, the battle was one-sided.

The short spears raised hastily by the tribal warriors were deftly avoided by the warriors, and there were shallow marks on the leather armor of the warriors.

Several tribal hunters also began to resist, using a simple hunting bow to shoot homemade short arrows, which were inserted into the leather armor of several warriors. This was the last effective resistance, and the hunters were quickly knocked down by the attracted warriors first.

The ensuing battle turned into a one-sided pursuit and capture. The tribesmen fled in all directions, and the warriors either hunted them down or pulled out ropes to tie up the satisfied captives. A samurai began to throw the fire from the hearth to the hut, and soon the light of the fire and the sound of crying filled the sunset.

"Let's go too." Tells urged behind him. Shulot stared blankly at the flames of the tribe, the figures flickered in front of his eyes, and the cries and laughter seemed far away. At this time, a thin figure suddenly rushed from the front, and the sound of running was panting violently, rushing towards Shulot.

"Be careful!" An urgent shout came from behind. The figure in front obviously also spotted Shulot, and the sharp wooden spear in his hand went straight towards the small enemy.

Shulot's eyes blurred, he subconsciously raised the shield with his left hand, and the wooden spear slid aside against the thick skin. The movements of two years of mandatory training have been engraved in his muscles, like running like clouds and flowing water. Shulot then took a step forward, followed by his right hand, the dagger pierced deeply into a soft object, and the moist liquid quickly warmed his small palm.

The figure in front of him paused immediately, and the wooden spear feebly hit the shield again, and then again, the strength rapidly decreased.

Only then did Xiulot see clearly the person in front of him, a disheveled young man. He was extremely thin and apparently chronically malnourished. But at the age of fifteen or sixteen, a pair of hateful eyes stared at him closely.

Soon, the boy's pupils gradually diverged, his body softened and he slid off the dagger, and fell powerlessly in front of Shulot. His lost eyes still looked at Shulot.

Shulot seemed to be hit by something. He staggered back a step, the dagger slipped from his right hand to the ground, and his knee suddenly went limp. At this time, a pair of big hands stretched out from behind, firmly supporting the boy's shoulders.

"Good job." Tells said with a smile, "He is very skilled in raising the shield and stabbing. It seems that the regiment leader and the captain have trained well."

"Ah..." The warm liquid flowed down the back of the hand, and then dripped down. Shulot trembled slightly, his eyes were a little lost, and he muttered in his mouth. The reality tore apart the peaceful past, as if waking up his intoxicated dream. This was the first time he had blood on his hands as a warrior.

"Congratulations, Shulot! After being stained with blood, you are a qualified warrior. Fighting is the greatest glory, the greatest joy. Of course, so is sacrifice. Wait for some more sacrifices, and we can wait for this year's coronation It's the ceremony. The blood and sacrifices are really exciting!"

Tells smiled innocently, and his eyes shone with joy.

"Aztec. Blood, Sacrifice, and Death."

Shulot muttered to himself in a trance, countless memories flashed in his mind. A child's brain could not take on a mature soul for the past twelve years, and he remained in his true teenage state. Now, under unprecedented stimulation, in the rapidly growing body, memory fragments are reorganizing and converging, and the purified mind will quickly recover. Huge changes are coming, it is him, and the world!

"Sholot, what are you talking about? Speak up, I can't hear you clearly." Tells scratched his head.

"Forget it, it's normal to be a little dizzy for the first time. I used to be like this the first time, of course you are younger. Oh, it seems that the captain's side is over, let's go there quickly." Tells picked up the dagger , stuffed around Xiulot's waist. Then he half pulled the boy and walked towards the "jaguar".

Behind him, the corpse of a young man was lying on the grass, staring blankly at the sky. The sunset gradually faded away, and the darkness engulfed him immediately, in this wild and wild American mountain forest.

Let me talk about the setting: the channel of the soul is near the moon pyramid, where the soul of the protagonist can be reincarnated continuously. But as a price, every time he reincarnates, he will blur part of his memory and emotion, and immature part of his mind to regain his new life. And once he dies away from the Moon Pyramid, he will die forever. Similarly, once the Pyramid of the Moon is destroyed by the Europeans, he will also lose the ability to reincarnate. Of course, he didn't know all this himself. At the beginning of the book, the protagonist is the second reincarnation. The first reincarnation was born and died, and the mind degenerated without growing. Therefore, at this time, he can be regarded as a real boy, ignorant, fearless, and kind-hearted.