Aztec Eternals

"Huh? The alliance's scout sign? It's higher than mine."

The spear militiamen were meticulous, formed a tight formation, and surrounded the two with sharp copper spears. The young captain Guzman showed doubts on his face. The two people opposite him were wearing black robes, their bodies were stained with blood, and they were carrying a bamboo basket behind their backs. He looked at the wooden sign handed over by the other party, carefully identified it for a while, and asked again in Mexica.

"Are you the internal agents of the kingdom?"

"We, the Alliance, people!"

Chivaco blinked his old eyes and continued to repeat in simple Mexica. Guzman scratched his head. He couldn't quite understand the other party's accent, so he turned his head and said to the trusted militiaman.

"Ask General Ezpan to come here, there may be urgent information."

A militiaman immediately stepped out and headed north. The rest of the people held their spears steadily, aiming at the two people in the encirclement, the point of the spears hit the vital points of the chest and abdomen. Chihuaco and Puap repeated it several times, but the captain on the opposite side said nothing and looked serious. Soon, Dou Da's sweat oozed from the foreheads of the two of them.

Not far to the north, Ezpan stood at the end of the street, his bloodied armor. He shook the cold spear in his hand, and looked at everything in front of him.

The majestic king's capital fell under the night sky, and the fire and shouts of killing drifted in the wind; the flag at the top of the Palace of Winds fell silently, and fell in front of the bright red palace; the top of the House of Winds ignited a blue fire, which lasted for hundreds of years. The temple was destroyed in the thick smoke; the great nobles passed down from generation to generation also wailed and fell, becoming the cold embellishment of the gorgeous manor

All these scenes fell into the eyes of General Ezpan, and turned into surging emotions in his chest. The aristocrats and priests who used to be invincible are now as cheap as dust, crying and crawling at his feet, life and death can be decided with a single word!

Ezpan's expression changed. He stroked his severed finger, his heart was full of joy and bewilderment. After a long while, he turned around, looked at the position of His Highness, and sighed faintly.

"This is the choice of life! The god of destiny is unpredictable, only the incarnation of the gods will last forever! If there is no Your Highness, what will be my ending?"

Ezpan was feeling emotional when the militiamen came in a hurry. The two whispered a few words, and went south together. Soon, Ezpan saw the surrounded insiders. He looked at the hummingbird pattern faintly revealed under the other's torn black robe, his eyes were fixed.

"Are you internal agents? Warriors of the Hummingbird family?"

Hearing the familiar capital accent, Pu'apu's expression finally relaxed. He nodded and answered cautiously.

"We are the internal response to open Nancheng. Now there is an urgent military situation, and we want to meet His Highness."

"Meet Your Highness? Military situation? What military situation?"

"." Puapu was at a loss for words for a moment. He looked at the old militiaman.

"Lord God bless! May I ask who you are?"

The old militiaman asked with a respectful smile.

Ezpan first glanced at the scout sign, then at Chivako's smile, and finally at the other's bamboo basket, before speaking.

"I'm Ezpan. I was born in the south of Qincongcan. I have been a miner for many years. Now, I am the new head of the Alliance Tarasco Militia Corps, and I am also the temporary adjutant of the Lancer Corps!"

"Ah! Legion Commander!"

The old militiaman looked blank, but Puap was surprised.

"In the Mexica Alliance, we Prepecha people can reach this position! Leading a legion alone!"

"Well. I have followed His Highness for two years, and I was one of the first followers to follow His Highness!"

Ezpan raised his head and answered proudly, feeling a little more favorable in his heart.

Chivako pondered for a while, pulled Lapuap hard, and pointed to his chest.

"Old Pu, take it out! He is reliable!"

The gray-earth warrior hesitated for a moment before taking out His Highness's jade talisman. Ezpan's pupils shrank instantly. He watched carefully for a moment, and his expression became serious.

"His Royal Highness's Jade Talisman?!"

Chivako nodded and said seriously.

"My lord, we know the whereabouts of the royal prince and want to report to His Highness!"

"What? Prince! Where is it?!"

Chivaco forced a smile on his face.

"My lord, we are all from Prepeca, and we will serve His Highness together in the future. We should take care of each other. Why don't you come with us and report to Your Highness?"

"Yes, Your Highness personally promised me the title of nobility, and also gave me a jade talisman. We are all Prepeca people who are loyal to His Highness."

"Huh?. The Prepeca people who are loyal to His Royal Highness. Take care of each other."

The fire was shining brightly, illuminating the three people who were looking at each other. Miners, farmers, warriors, three Tarasco descendants with different identities met here for the first time. In this changing and unknown era, their original ordinary fate was changed by the war of the Mexica Alliance. They have already attached themselves to His Highness, thus embarking on a path they never thought of. There is a bright future on this road, as well as an unpredictable future!

After a while, Ezpan touched his severed finger again. He finally smiled and nodded solemnly.

"The lord god blesses, as it should be!"

"Lord God bless!"

The three laughed and prayed at the same time. Chief Chivaco breathed a sigh of relief, the clothes behind him were already soaked. He pleaded sincerely to Ezpan.

"My lord, let's go now! There is chaos and fighting in the city, can we send two militias to protect our family!"

"Okay! Where is your residence?"

"Master, wait for me."

The old militiamen turned and ran half a street away, calling out all the hidden brothers. He patted Wezti on the shoulder vigorously, and told him carefully.

"Wood, stay here and go find Reed. She's in the hole at home! Be careful!"

Puap also left a confidant. Ezpan asked Guzman to lead the team to protect. Afterwards, he led a group of people and hurried to the south of the city. His Highness has already entered the city, and is currently sitting on the south gate in person!

The long wind is mighty, blowing through the south gate full of torches. Standing on the eight-meter-high city tower, Shulot looks at the lights of the city, and his heart is full of pride and passion for conquest! He watched the dark green torrent move forward indomitably, occupying all parts of the city, destroying all resistance, and planting the flag of the alliance!

The sound of shouting and killing came from afar, and the cheers gradually became louder. In the eyes of the young king, tonight's picture scroll is so beautiful, like a masterpiece painted by himself. A gust of fresh night wind blows, and it is so refreshing, making people think about the distance.

"The wind in May is really warm! After conquering the capital, the warriors should stop for a while. We must do our best to protect and relieve the people in the capital, and save manpower as much as possible! Next, spring plowing is the top priority!"

"Your Highness is merciful!"

Bertard admired sincerely.

Shulot smiled. He looked around, there were hundreds of guards holding bows and sticks, firmly guarding the south gate, and a messenger was running back and forth, reporting the latest battle situation everywhere.

"Your Highness, General Olosh sent someone to report: Most of the Terkos camps have been broken, and the surrendered enemies are like turkeys all over the mountains, with thousands of prisoners!"

"Your Highness, Marshal Iscari sent someone to report: the four gates have been completely sealed, and none of Tarasco's descendants can escape! General Kozat at the east gate is brave and good at fighting, with sharp eyesight, and has captured a prince ! It’s really the Lord God’s blessing!”

Hearing this, Xiu Luote was startled, and the face of Patriarch Weasel appeared in front of his eyes. He nodded with a smile.

"Send it to Daying and check your identity. If it is true, it will be a great achievement."

"Your Highness, General Etalik reports: The artisan camp has been captured, and more than a thousand senior artisans have been captured, including more than a dozen master coppersmiths! The logistics camp has just been occupied, and a large amount of food, military supplies, and women have been found!"

"Your Highness, General Kuluka reports: the southern city is under control, and the fire is also under control. The Lance Corps is heading to the east and west cities!"

"Your Highness, General Natalie reports: the priests of the temple lit the flames, the temple at the top of the pyramid is burning, and there should be no priests left alive. The troops are sweeping the nobles in the center of the city, and they have gained a lot from the looting. Please send reinforcements to support them!"

"Order Olosh's troops to enter the noble area as soon as possible, and the looting harvest must be clearly recorded!"

Then, Shulot frowned and asked.

"The Temple of the House of Wind has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is simple and magnificent, and is famous all over the world. Why don't you put out the fire as soon as possible?!"

"Your Highness, the priests of the temple ignited tens of thousands of catties of the Stone of the Dead. The thick poisonous smoke spread and enveloped the entire pyramid. The warriors had no choice but to retreat!"

"Ignite tens of thousands of catties of sulfur!"

Shulot was startled and looked into the distance. Under the pitch-black sky, thick black smoke could be seen rising from the center of the city. Thick smoke filled the sky, blocking the brilliance of the stars and the moon, and making the sky even darker. The flames at the top of the temple are hidden in the black mist, occasionally revealing a few dazzling blues, as if the world of the dead descended.

"Tarasco's priestly inheritance will be cut off here. Forget it, let the main god rebuild the faith!"

Shulot shook his head. Then, he thought of something and asked suspiciously.

"Where is Toltec's messenger? Has the chief minister of the Palace of Winds caught it? Where are the other Tarasco royal families?"

"The Toltek general has captured the palace. He sent his personal guards and reported that the chief might be dead? The royal family members are on the hunt."

"Perhaps possible? Hunting?"

As soon as Shulot's eyes were fixed, the pressure like a mountain was revealed. The messenger knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and replied in fear.

"General Black Wolf said that he will personally apologize to His Highness!"

The young king nodded slowly with a sullen face. He looked up into the city, and saw a long line of militiamen with guns and torches, rushing from the end of the street, and soon arrived in front of him.

"General Ezpan requests an audience, and has important information to report!"

"Let him come up."

A group of people quickly boarded the tower. Ezpan brought only two people, Chihuaco and Puap, to a dozen or so steps in front of His Highness, and respectfully knelt down to salute.

"Your Highness, the brand-new sun illuminates the sky and descends on the majestic royal capital. The royal capital of Tarasco has fallen, and you are the land in the vast lake. In the hearts of all Prepeca people, the only real king !"

Hearing this, Xiulot laughed. He looked at Ezpan, smiled and shook his head.

"Stop! There are still many things to do later. How the people of Prepeca will look at me depends on how well this year's spring plowing is doing! Ezpan, you didn't come to see me just to say a few words of congratulations, did you? ?”

"Your Highness is wise! I have met a few people in the city. They are the heroes who contributed to the south gate. They have His Highness's jade talisman in hand, and now they want to report information to Prince Tarasco!"

"oh?"

Shulot looked at the two people in front of him with interest.

The Prepeca person on the left is older, with an old face, with a respectful smile on his face, but a little calm. The ends of his brows and eyes are full of weather-beaten wrinkles, looking quite like an old farmer. The samurai on the right is about in his early thirties, and looks quite nervous. He has a fierce face and a strong figure. At this time, he lowered his head in a restrained salute, and handed out the jade talisman in his hand.

The young king took the jade talisman, checked it briefly, and was sure that it was a letter talisman given not long ago. He nodded and smiled gently.

"Very good! You donated the south gate, saved the army from attacking the city, and saved many civilians in the city. You have made great contributions! I promised you the title of a hereditary noble, and I will not break my promise. Yes, where is the Prince of Tarasco now?"

"Thank you for your generosity!"

Pu Apu knelt down with joy on his face. He kowtowed heavily to His Highness a few times before complaining angrily.

"Your Highness, we sneaked into the Palace of Winds and took a lot of effort to take away the royal family's Prince Shatigny. As a result, when we were at the east gate, we were intercepted by a general guarding the city and the prince and his belongings were taken away. We almost lost our lives!"

Hearing this, Ezpan froze and translated Puap's words. Shulot frowned slightly before speaking calmly.

"So that's how it is. The prince captured by the East Gate is called Shatini. Well, I haven't heard of this name, and it seems that he is not at the forefront of the inheritance rights."

Chivaco raised his head, carefully watching His Highness's expression. Seeing His Highness's indifference, he immediately understood that this military exploit was hopeless. The old militiaman gritted his teeth, put down the bamboo basket behind his back, groped for a while among the soft and colorful feathers, and finally, under Bertard's vigilant eyes, he pulled out an emerald bigger than a fist!

"Dedicated to you, my lord! This is a jewel inherited from the Tarasco royal family, as big as the moon!"

Crystal clear emeralds shine in the firelight, refracting breathtaking light. At this moment, all the surrounding warriors held their breaths at the same time, staring at the changing intoxicating light. In the culture of Central America, the crystal bright emerald symbolizes the supreme wisdom, which can see through everything like a feathered serpent and foresee the distant future!

Shulot straightened his back suddenly and stretched out his right hand. Chivaco carefully handed the gem to the guard. The personal guard inspected it briefly and handed it to His Highness. Shulot stroked the bright and smooth huge gemstone with joy in his eyes.

"Such a huge emerald gemstone! It just fits my title of 'God Enlightenment'!"

"Your Highness, this jewel is inherited from the royal family of Tarasco. It bears witness to the great achievements of your perishing kingdom, and it is also in line with your divine wisdom. It is the gift of the Lord God! I promise you the kingship of ruling the land in the lake!

If it is made into a scepter and announced to the public, then the priests will write prayers and praises, and the poets will write poems and sing them. Not only will the legion admire them, but the Prepecha people in the lake will also respect them if they hear about it. Voldi, accept your rule! "

Ezpan's eyes lit up. His thoughts flashed, and he knelt down again to congratulate. As a native of Prepeca, he knows that the people in the lake also believe in gods, are obsessed with fetishes, and fear fate and omens. If this gem is used properly, it will outperform tens of thousands of warriors!

Hearing Ezpan's suggestion, Shulot pondered for a while, then laughed heartily again.

"Being ordered by the heavens, longevity is good, very good! Ezpan, you really came up with a good idea! After this Western Expedition, you should also be promoted to a hereditary noble. And based on this idea, your future , glory can be expected!"

Hearing His Highness's promise, Ezpan trembled with excitement, and bowed to the ground in joy.

"Thank you, Your Highness! Please hold my hair, you are my only sun!"

Xiulot stretched out his hand with a smile, and the faces of the guards suddenly showed envious expressions. Although Chihuaco and Puapu couldn't quite understand it, they could roughly understand the meaning. The old militiaman's eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth, and took out a bloody cloth bag from the bamboo basket again!

"Generous lord, here is the chief of Tarasco!"