Aztec Eternals

The team escorting the captives swaggered through the west gate of Xilotepec City, then circled the city for half a circle from the south gate, and finally went to the direct army camp outside the east gate.

Along the way, the cheers of the warriors of the Mexica city-state alarmed the entire city of Xilotepec. Shulot saw many priests with feather crowns and cloaks and nobles in gorgeous clothes climbed to the top of the city, and hurriedly observed the captives in the Mexica team.

Cassar had the flags of the Ottopan city-state reinforcements thrown at the gates of the cities, and then the nobles captured by the Otomi people shouted from the city, telling the failure of the reinforcements.

The defenders at the top of the city became noisy and uneasy, and the number of guards on the city wall also increased. Xiulot could clearly feel that after losing hope of reinforcements, the morale of Xilotepec City was rapidly declining.

While showing the prisoners of war walking slowly, Cassar had already asked the messenger to inform the king of the good news of their return in victory. He came to the camp at the east gate dressed in full dress, but in the drizzle, he did not see the envoy warmly welcomed by the king, let alone the welcome king himself as he imagined.

At that moment, Shulot felt the anger flashing from Casal's face. The accompanying Mexica military nobles were also a little clamoring and dissatisfied.

The king belittled the samurai, and the samurai's heart was loosened. Hulot thought.

Cassar handed over the prisoners, and then disbanded the marching legion. During a great battle, the warriors need to repair the damaged leather armor and replace the obsidian sharp pieces on the batons. Afterwards, Shulot followed the officer corps headed by Kasar and entered the king's tent.

The king was sitting on a high platform, wearing a formal obsidian feather crown, a costume embroidered with golden suns, and a carmine red cloak behind him, carefully trying to figure out an old wooden board in his hand. Shulot couldn't see the pictures on the board, but such boards were generally used to record myths and stories.

Next to the king was a strong man with cut hair and a cold face, in military uniform, the commander-in-chief of the army, Totek.

Totek glanced over with the same cold eyes, and the officers bowed their heads one after another to salute the king and commander-in-chief on the stage. Shulot followed suit and avoided looking at Totek.

Tisok raised his head, put down the board in his hand, looked at the returning officers, and nodded with satisfaction.

"This battle was fought very well. A lot of prisoners were captured." Tisok did not ask about the details of the battle and casualties, but said to Totek beside him: "As soon as possible, arrange someone to send the prisoners back to the capital, hand over To the High Priest of the Great Temple of Tenochtitlan."

Later, Tisok explained a few more words to the officers, agreeing with everyone's fearless fighting under the blessing of God. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Now let's evaluate the ranking of the achievements of this midway ambush."

Hearing this, Kasar, the leader, will come out to reply. But Tisok gently waved his hand to stop. Then he waved slightly to Shulot.

"Come on, Shulot, tell me. Those who are watching will always know better."

"Me?" Shulot was surprised for a while, and then felt a lot of pressure. The officers in front all turned to look at him. Casar and Barda looked at him fiercely, Avet had a natural smile on his face, and Totek's eyes were as cold as a knife. Then there was the king's expressionless face.

After deliberating for a while, recalling the conversation with Avitt yesterday, Shulot stammered and replied: "The first attack was the decisive victory in Kasar, and then the support from Barda. I was just watching the battle from the top of the mountain. What a credit."

Casal and Barda had satisfied smiles on their faces, and Avet blinked his eyes quickly in approval. Tisok raised his eyebrows slightly at first, as if he was a little surprised, and then he laughed when he heard the last sentence: "There is no need to say more about the last sentence, everyone knows that you are just going to watch the battle."

After finishing speaking, all the generals also burst into laughter, and the atmosphere returned to harmony. Tisok asked Casal, "Casar, do you have anything to say?"

Kasar raised his head proudly, and said proudly: "Blessed by the sun god, the victory of this battle is due to the decisive assault of the jaguar warriors led by me, and defeated Otomi's warrior group in a short time. Of course, Barda The assault was also powerful and effective, and the Otomi were defeated like turkeys. In the end, it was Avit's persistence that attracted the enemy's frontal attention and provided conditions for the assault."

Barda next to him also patted his strong chest vigorously to express his agreement.

"Okay." Tisok glanced at Avit, who was still smiling as usual. "Then in this order, reward the three commanders, Chinapa, Feather Clothes, Cotton Cloth, and Slaves. Jaguar fighters are also rewarded. Ordinary fighters get promoted."

Everyone discussed the details of the reward.

Immediately, Tisok looked at Avitt's face again, and said with a smile: "My dear brother, you have made great achievements in persevering this time. At the same time, teaching Xiulot for more than a month has also been quite effective. What extra do you want? Reward, do you want to continue the intelligence and security work?"

Avet looked serious, and said sincerely: "The work of intelligence and security is related to the safety of the descendants of the sun god. It has always been decided by the king. No matter who you use is your will, it has nothing to do with gains or losses. How can you do it?" Reward? This time I just stood on the top of the mountain, and after all, I didn’t have much results. As for Shulot, I am not his teacher, but just treat him as a friend and junior, and tell him about life experience. .”

Hearing Avitt's words, Chief Commander Totek nodded in agreement.

Tisok smiled and nodded noncommittally. Xiulot vaguely tasted a hint of danger, and now he has a better understanding of politics.

In Central America, where there is no strict patriarchal succession system, sometimes brothers inherit the throne, sometimes heirs inherit the throne, and important priests of the royal family also have the right to inherit.

People's hearts do not have a fixed bias, and it is easy to compromise with the winners of political struggles. Every transfer of the throne is accompanied by cruel and bloody winds.

Tisok has not been on the throne for a long time now, and his prestige has not been fully established. One of his eyes is on the divine power's control over people's hearts, and the other is staring closely at all potential threats. Even his own brother, even a teenager.

Shulot was still thinking hard, but unexpectedly, his eyes were fixed on himself.

"Sholot, what do you think, do you want Avit to continue teaching you?"

"Huh? Think about it. Avette is very nice and treats me well." Shulot said honestly.

"Oh. In that case, Avette, you can continue to teach Shulot."

Seeing Shulot's simple reaction, Tisok smiled slightly, and then asked seemingly unintentionally: "Sholot, I heard that after this battle, more than a hundred warriors decided to follow you?"

Alarm bells rang in Xiulot's heart immediately. He nodded: "Yes."

"Then why do these warriors follow you?"

"It should be because I presided over the funeral after the war and guided the souls of the war dead. Some people think that the victory of the battle has something to do with me."

"Well. Teotihuacan is the tomb of the gods, the bridge between life and death, and the place where you were born. Then, Shulot, tell me, can you really communicate between life and death, and contact the souls of the dead?" Thok's sharp eyes fell on Shulot's face.

As a theologian, it seems that Tisok should not doubt the priest's ability to communicate with God. Xiulot weighed quickly, if he answered "no", then the previous funeral was just a meaningless formality. This answer will definitely be publicized later, and the hearts of the new warriors will be immediately scattered.

And if I answer "yes", I am afraid that I will be further questioned by the king, which will increase the king's suspicion and fear. If it is connected with astronomy again.

Shulot glanced at Totek, who was tall and cold, with broken hairlines from the corner of his eye. The other party's extremely oppressive gaze was also on him.

Since it is not good to be able or not, Xiulot can only reply helplessly: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Tisok frowned, asking with some surprise and some seriousness.

"Yes. During the funeral, I can't directly see the sun god or the kingdom of the dead, nor can I communicate with them." With a confused expression on his face, Xiulot tried to recall the content of the previous ghost novels.

"But I can feel a hazy white light, far and near, boundless. Not with the eyes, but with some kind of consciousness beyond the senses, like a dream in sleep. I can feel, there is something ethereal The white light rose from the corpse of the dead like smoke, and then merged into the white light cluster. Then the white light left and flew away towards the sky. Then I woke up, and there was no trace of the white light anymore."

"White light? White smoke?" Tisok frowned, "When did you see the white light?"

"The part of summoning the gods. It's just that I can't communicate with the white light or white smoke. Maybe it's because I'm just a deacon, and the ability of the priest is far from enough." Xiulot said ashamedly.

The theologian king fell into deep thought, and his hands patted lightly on the throne. Xiulot's words obviously disrupted some of his original plans. The young man's unpretentious expression made him really believe in the existence of white light and white smoke.

Most of the commanders in the tent looked at Shulot in surprise, but the smile on Avette's face became more sincere.

Tisok came back to his senses, and said with a normal expression: "Sholot, you need to improve your theological knowledge. The tengu priest is also a kind of fifth-level coyote priest, belonging to the Grand Priest of Tenochtitlan. Temple. You have been the coyote priest of Tenochtitlan since the tengu vestment was bestowed upon you at Teotihuacan."

"After this expedition is over, you can go back to Tenochtitlan with me. Kechar, the chief priest of the Tenochtitlan Temple, will be very happy to teach the descendants of the holy city of Teotihuacan .Maybe, the two high priesthoods of the country can be combined into one in your hands."

Hearing the words that the two high priesthoods had merged into one, many officers let out a gasp and looked at Shulot with envy. That was the pinnacle of theocracy, the two groups with the most lofty right to interpret myths.

Tisok tapped Shulot casually, and drew another elusive distant vision. Then, without waiting for Xiulot to reply, the king waved his hand and made everyone retreat.

"When will the young eagle get rid of the shackles and fly freely in the sky?" After walking out of the big tent, looking at the vast and boundless sky, Shulot longed longingly.