Aztec Eternals

The curling green smoke rises, with the priest's singing, dedicated to the gods in the sky. Shulot stood under the banner of the gods, silently looking at the sky. After a while, he answered slowly and clearly.

"Bothard, you are right. I cannot accept Suangwa's surrender."

Shulot lowered his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was a raging fighting spirit.

"The Tarasco royal family must not be retained! This is not only the will of the elders, but also the need to rule the land in the lake. The Mexica Alliance does not want the nominal submission of the Tarascos, but directly controls every conquered The city-state is truly rooted in this fertile land."

"The conflict between me and Suangwa is irreconcilable. The Patzcuaro Lake District will become my foundation and lay the foundation for future careers. The southwest mountainous area is an opportunity for great social development! Eliminate the royal family, relocate nobles, reform priests, and develop iron Mine plans cannot be changed. Only a blank piece of paper can make a magnificent picture scroll!"

Listening to the declaration of the young king, Bertard bowed his head and gave a respectful suggestion.

"Your Highness, since this is the case, there is no need for you to meet with Suangua. The nobles of Tarasco are like crocodiles in the Talsas River, fierce, brutal and cunning. The great Teotihuacan Empire has disappeared for thousands of years, The lofty kingdom of Tula has also been turned into ruins. The ancient etiquette is actually meaningless to the new alliance."

The warrior commander paused, the arrow wound on his back still seemed to be aching. His face was as calm as water, with the stoicism unique to commoner warriors.

"Your Highness, you are the sun of the future. You should not easily meet with the enemy's royal family alone, and you must not lose the most important reputation of the king! You hope that Su Angua will surrender sincerely and end the war as soon as possible; but you can't really accept his surrender. Swear an oath to him before the army."

Speaking of this, Bertard's eyes sharpened, revealing the ferocity of a senior warrior, taking life and death in the world as normal.

"Then, let the honorable royal family member of the legion, instead of you, meet the king of Tarasco! If King Tarasco is really willing to lay down his arms, let this person accept all treaties and fight with Suangua Swear to the gods!"

Shulot was slightly taken aback, and he looked at his trusted warrior commander.

"Honorable member of the royal family? Who is it?"

"Glorious nobleman of Tlatelolco, Tepopolo the 'Destroyer'. The Tlatelolco family has been married to the royal family for generations, Tepopolo's mother and grandmother, both princesses of the royal family of Mexica .And in the Legion, he often regarded himself as a member of the royal family."

"Anna mentioned it to me. It was rumored by the nobles in the capital that Tepopolo intends to hand over the family territory and seek a suitable fief in the vast territory of the Tarasco Kingdom. He has a deep foundation and is the first to take the initiative The honorable noble who handed over the territory. Whether it is King Avit or the immortal elder, he will not treat him badly."

"Although he cannot be compared with His Royal Highness, he is not from the rich Patzcuaro Lake District, but he will definitely be able to gain a foothold in the land of Mikan. In this way, he is a potential competitor of His Highness. He does not know the elder's will , let him recruit King Suangua!"

At this point, Bertard remained silent. Regardless of whether Tepopolo succeeds in recruiting, breaks promises or breaks promises, or fails in recruiting and dies in an attack, it will be beneficial to His Highness.

Shulot's eyes became dark. After a moment, he nodded slightly.

"As you say."

Afterwards, the young commander gave an order loudly.

"Notify the envoy of Suangua. Tell him that according to the ancient etiquette, the royal family of the Mexica will meet with the royal family of Tarasco before the two armies!"

"Call the honorable nobleman Tepopolo, and I will personally command him!"

The sun climbed to the top of the zenith, sat majestically on the clouds, and watched the world patiently. The huge army formation was fully deployed in the wilderness. Two huge legions, separated by miles, are waiting for the decisive battle of fate. The senior warriors sat on the ground with their weapons in front of them. They looked calm, accumulated fighting strength, chatted and laughed with each other from time to time, and had already regarded death in battle as normal. The pike militiamen are strictly disciplined and of low status. They continued to maintain the integrity of the formation, but relaxed their legs and feet on the spot, silently waiting for the decision of the gods.

After a while, two teams of nearly a hundred people slowly walked out from the army formations on both sides. The flags of the Mexica and Tarasco royal families fluttered in front of the team, and elite warriors surrounded the leader.

"The Destroyer" Tepopolo was wearing a gorgeous aristocratic battle suit and an upside-down combat feather crown, walking in the forefront with great vigor.

Ever since leading 3,000 warriors to participate in the Western Expedition, Tepopolo has been full of setbacks along the way, and most of the expected power and glory have failed. First, he failed to propose marriage to the commander of the navy, Anatri, because he had no chance to join the alliance's navy. Then he garrisoned the North Shore fortress for months, moldy in the monsoons, practicing the dishonorable bow with the royal warriors. Then, in the last battle on Yurilia Lake, he fought as the front line, and killed half of his troops in the first battle. Looking back at this moment, I still have lingering fears at the tragic place.

Afterwards, there was a long period of repairing. It was not until the Hekou Fortress was captured that his legion moved there to control the key logistics nodes. He had been mentally active just now, and had several banquets with the surrendered Tarasco nobles. Sophisticated Xiusoke took the opportunity of capturing Huayamo, left his army in the fortress at the mouth of the river, and sent himself to the front-line legion to participate in the "glory battle of besieging the king's capital".

As a reinforcement sent by the king, Tepopolo understood the fear of the Holy City. He has no chance, and has no intention of fighting for military power on the North Road. Seeing that the victory of the Western Expedition has been determined, his eyes have already turned to the future. The latest envoy sent a month ago has returned, and through the relay of the intelligence officer, the king gave him a clear promise.

"Although it's not the best, it's acceptable."

Tepopolo thought with a smile.

"Whether Marshal Xiulot is cautious and timid, or avoids suspicion, the opportunity to meet finally fell on my head! The sung of the epic is a funeral. If I can recruit Tarasco's king army, I can truly Lay a foundation in the land of Mikan, and establish a relationship with the nobles of Tarasco. As a brave warrior, how can you look forward and backward? For this kind of feat, why not take some risks!"

Tepopolo strode forward, looking forward, Tarasco's royal banner was already a hundred steps away. Surrounded by the copper ax guards, a tall king was wearing golden copper armor and a purple copper helmet, holding a sapphire scepter in his hand, saluting him from afar.

Tepopolo looked serious. He raised the family scepter in his hand and solemnly returned the salute to the polite King Tarasco. At the same time, he greeted the approaching team loudly with glory, his voice confident and resonant.

"Mexica's royal family, Tlatelolco's honorable nobleman, Tepopolo the Destroyer, salutes the ancient royal family of Tarasco! meeting!"

Afterwards, the honorable aristocrat Tepopolo put down his scepter and nodded slightly towards the opposite side. When he raised his head, the king on the opposite side hadn't responded yet, still holding his scepter high. Tepopolo thought for a moment, thinking that this was an ancient ceremony that the people of Tula were waiting for, so he raised his staff again and shouted loudly.

"Under the witness of the lord god, the great war of gods is coming to an end! The sun god has enough holy blood to continue to burn and shine on the world! The supreme alliance assumes the responsibility of commanding the world and saving all ministries and peoples!"

After a long time, until the two teams were within sixty steps, the reply from the Tarascos came late.

"King of Tarasco, Kasonchi of the Prepecha people, eagle of the land of the lake, His Majesty Suangua is here to pay tribute to the emerging royal family of Mexica!"

"The sun god is watching us, leading the destination of all things. The sacred blood flows on the gods and determines the fate of the world. Only the future king can talk to the supreme king. May I ask His Royal Highness Shulot of Mexica , Are you in the team ahead?"

Tepopolo's face darkened, and he was slightly angry. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"According to the alliance's practice, His Royal Highness Shulot carries the banner of the coach and the glory of the God of War. Once he stands in the legion, he will not move half a step until the battle is over! The Tlatelolco series It has been passed down for hundreds of years and is one of the oldest families in Mexica. As a glorious nobleman of Tenochtitlan, I will fully represent the alliance and the royal family!"

Again there was no answer for a long time. Tepopolo's heart sank. Holding his last hope, he promised.

"I swear in the name of my family that in the land of prickly pears and rocks, there must be a safe place for the eagles on the lake!"

After sixty steps, Su Angua stopped. He didn't reply to the call from the opposite side, and he also carefully observed the leader of the Mexica with his last hope. Through the feather helmet, he saw the face of the other middle-aged man. Then, he scanned the Mexica warriors behind him one by one to judge their height. After searching for a few breaths, he finally sighed in disappointment.

A few steps behind Suangua, the "hound" warrior Yoku held the longbow in his hand tightly, staring at the leader of the Mexica, and at the scepter indicated by the king from the corner of his eye. He understands the importance of the task. Along the way, he has been rehearsing in his heart, estimating the exact distance. For an experienced hunter, the opportunity to hunt birds is always fleeting, and raising his bow and shooting quickly has long been his fighting instinct. Steady hands, sharp eyes, and tight coordination, when the bow is halfway out, the prey will fall down in response.

However, Yuku waited silently and nervously for a long time, but he didn't wait for the scepter to drop. He hesitated for a moment, and made a waiting gesture to the sharpshooters behind him. Then, he took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, the Marshal of the Mexica should not have appeared. What kind of royal family member, do you need me to stay?"

Su Angua shook his head, showing some helplessness, and finally dropped the magic staff in his hand.

"What is the use of a chirping cardinal if a proud eagle can't catch a noble quetzal?"

Afterwards, Su Angua solemnly shouted to the opposite side.

"The glory of the king is inviolable! Since the black wolf of Mexica does not want to meet, the condor of Tarasco will never fall to the ground! In this case, let the holy battle decide our destination!"

Su Angua paused, looked at the cronies beside her, and asked in a low voice.

"I feel wronged that you have gone this far in vain. When will the support from the capital arrive?"

The confidant showed gratitude, bowed his head respectfully, and replied softly.

"The scouts have already contacted the capital. The chief has dispatched 3,000 warriors and is on his way to support them. The reinforcements have remained hidden for the past two days, and there are still more than 20 miles left."

"Three thousand samurai, more than 20 miles, if this is the case, then challenge the Mexica on the opposite side!"

Su Angua nodded, the doubt in his eyes flashed away. At this time, the capital can still draw three thousand warriors? How much combat power can the warriors have left after traveling tens of miles? He forcibly put away his thoughts, showed a confident smile again, and shouted loudly to the opposite side.

"The Mexica are the most brave warriors, and so are the Tarascos. According to the ancient etiquette, the fearless Tarasco warriors challenge the Mexica warriors who are good at fighting! Under the watchful eyes of the God of War, let The most valiant warriors fight against each other, and offer the highest salute!"