Aztec Eternals

The stone hall of the Palace of Winds is simple and solemn, the walls are decorated with inherited ritual vessels, the ceiling is painted with ancient murals, and the curtain of the main god flutters. The candles in the hall were shining brightly, and together with the bonfire in the hall, they shone on the joyous faces of the people and drove away the deep night outside the hall.

Shulot sat at the head of the banquet, and the bright fire surrounded him, just like the people surrounded in front of him. According to the tradition of the tribal alliance, according to different identities, everyone sat in four directions and surrounded them into a roughly circle.

In the middle of the upper head is the supreme young king, on the left is the trusted teacher Olosh, and on the right is the loyal head of guard Bertard. Next, on the lower left side of the king, is a noble theocratic priest. The two chief priests, Ugos and Marvillo, were in front, and the mid-level priests such as Bravo were behind. Below the right side of the king are the loyal and combative army commanders. According to the default alliance practice, the veteran Etalik, the navy commander Anatri, the monkey Kuluka, the black wolf Toltek, the quartermaster Boji Lei, the miner Ezpan Crocodile Ospai, the sky master O Erta, and the dust Puap at the last seat. On the opposite side of the king, there are local administrative officials, headed by Chief Minister Jatiri, and Chalape from the bronze workshop is also on the list.

"This is my team for running the country!"

Xiulot smiled and raised the magic staff in his hand. Soon, the band's bamboo flute was played high, and prayer songs rang out, and the audience was silent.

"Praise the Lord God! He is omnipotent and gives us food, victory and light!"

The king spoke first.

"Praise the Lord God!"

Everyone bowed their heads in prayer and praised in unison. The deep echo echoed in the hall, symbolizing the will of the entire feudal kingdom.

Then, a team of maids stepped forward to deliver freshly blended cocoa. Xiulot raised his glass again.

"Drink this cup to the brim, congratulations to the supreme god, and congratulations to the king of the alliance!"

"Congratulations to the Lord God, congratulations to the king!"

"Have another drink and celebrate the new year!"

"Congratulations to the New Year, and congratulations to His Majesty!"

After drinking the sacred cocoa, the banquet officially begins. The main dishes are fragrant grilled tortillas, boiled black beans with honey, soft roasted pumpkin and slightly sweet sweet potatoes. Vegetables include zucchini coleslaw, tender boiled cactus, spicy boiled beans, and crispy baked jicama.

After a tiring day, Xiulot was really hungry. He took out a piece of baked corn tortilla, smeared it with sweet black bean paste, sandwiched a couple of pieces of jicama and zucchini, and then smeared some chili sauce, and began to chew freely like this. It wasn't until the two pieces of soft cakes were eaten that the king had some thoughts and slowly tasted all kinds of fresh fruits.

Because it is located in the tropics, the variety of fruits in the banquet is extremely rich, and it is also a feast for the eyes. There are sweet and sour pineapple, soft guava, sweet and glutinous cherimoya, ice cream-like mame fruit, cactus fruit slightly topped, purple figs that are soft and sticky like honey, and Jamaican flowers that taste like hawthorn. There are tasty and juicy tomatoes.

Of course, what the king likes most is the black-fleshed persimmon, which is rarely seen in later generations. It is only produced in Mexico, commonly known as chocolate persimmon. The skin of this persimmon is very thin, making it difficult to transport long distances, and the flesh inside is soft like jelly. And as long as you take a bite, you will be conquered by the amazing taste in an instant!

"The pulp is soft and sweet, like a mixture of cream and chocolate, the ultimate soft pudding carefully prepared!"

Xiulot enjoyed the delicious black persimmon, with a trace of sincere admiration on his face. Being able to enjoy this superb delicacy in the wild middle ages is also a rare benefit for American travelers.

The most popular among the audience is all kinds of delicious barbecue. Large pieces of roasted venison with herbs, roasted turkey with pineapple, complete grilled fish with pimento, all kinds of roasted meat have a tangy aroma, and there are optional paprika, annatto powder, garlic vine, and American thorns on the side. Celery, Mexican cumin. These spices, which Europeans regard as gold, can be found everywhere in the wealthy Central America and are widely used in the diet of nobles.

Xiulot simply ate two pieces of roasted venison. The venison is very tender, one piece is brushed with some fresh honey, and the other piece is brushed with some chili salt. Sweet, spicy and salt, two different tastes are mixed successively, which is endless aftertaste.

After eating at this time, the king was a little thirsty. He picked up the tequila light wine on the table, and drank it into his throat freely.

There are roughly three types of drinks at a banquet. Tequila has a light taste and is more formal. Mead is mellow and sweet, and the most expensive. Fruit wine has rich and varied tastes according to the different fruits, but it is not solemn enough and is not suitable for presenting to others.

Xiulot raised his wine glass, and soon several cronies stepped forward to toast the king. The young king laughed out loud, never refusing to come. Then, while drinking lightly, he looked at everyone with a smile.

After a few glasses of water and wine, the atmosphere at the banquet became active. The crowd began to toast each other, make loud noises, and drink to each other. First there was a gathering of priests, generals, and civil servants, and then there was a separate toast. Fellow villagers, relatives, friends, and comrades-in-arms, according to various contacts, everyone drank indiscriminately, and a lot of estrangement was vaguely eliminated.

Shulot smiled. In order to rule for a long time, he encouraged large-scale intermarriage between the Mexica and Preepecha tribes. Over the past few months, I have personally arranged some weddings. A marriage bond was gradually established between the Mexican generals and the Prepecha civil servants. The fusion of nations is advancing, and the upper echelons of the kingdom are being integrated, but it just takes time to complete.

The night is harmonious and the music is joyful. The bonfire radiates warmth, and the wine makes people happy! Before they knew it, the generals were already full of wine and food. The maids stepped forward again, removed the meals from the banquet, and delivered holy cocoa.

"Your Highness, you are our marshal, you are our sun! Please let your loyal warrior perform a dance for you!"

Black Wolf Toltek stood up proudly, and as a representative of the generals, he shouted loudly. He was the first to come to the open space in the center of the banquet, raised a cup of cocoa, and saluted His Highness.

"Very well, my love general!"

Shulot nodded with a smile and raised his magic staff.

Soon, the passionate drums sounded suddenly. Hei Lang took off his battle robe, bare his muscular upper body, intertwined his powerful arms, and danced a wild battle dance! His footsteps stepped on the rhythm of drums, and he recited heroic poems in his mouth.

"A samurai should fight to his heart's content! A samurai should sing to his heart's content!

We hunt for victory in battle, and we hug each other's shoulders.

We live with a smile and watch the flowers bloom on the battlefield!

Then we die laughing, flowers and songs no more

"

Xiulot looked moved and nodded with a smile. This is a samurai poem that has been widely circulated and is often sung. It's just that only the truly heroic warriors can sing the taste of it!

At the end of the war dance, Hei Lang was covered in sweat. Then, he strode forward, his muscles trembling like a cheetah, and he fell to the ground suddenly in front of the king, holding up the warrior's wreath with both hands.

"Your Highness, please accept the flowers presented to you by the generals! Our lives are like fresh flowers, blooming faithfully at this moment. We dedicate our lives to you, the supreme sun!"

Shulot laughed, stood up, and took the wreath with both hands. He patted Hei Lang's shoulder affectionately, looked around the eagerly watching generals, and nodded with a smile one by one.

"My warriors, my generals, I will be with you!"

Seeing this, the always serious High Priest Mavelo thought for a while, and tugged on Laugos's sleeve.

Ugos got up knowingly and came to the center of the banquet. The intense drumming then turned into a vicissitudes of bone xun. The young chief priest of Ducheng looked solemn, stepped on mysterious steps, and chanted gorgeously with his mouth.

"Ah, the sun god sent down the splendor, and the main god bestowed divine enlightenment, spreading his prestige throughout the world.

That is you, the king created by the gods!

You sang in the valley, in Tenochtitlan, where the eagle soars.

You fly in the sky, and in the Lake District of Mikencho, the eagle becomes the sun!

Ah, I look up to the abode of God the Father, I pray for the kingdom of God on earth, and you are on the Snake Mountain.

"

Hearing this, Xiulot looked solemn. This is a traditional sacrificial poem, the object of deification and praise, and is usually only dedicated to the kings of the past who possessed divinity. The hall was suddenly solemn, only the high-pitched chant echoed continuously, falling into the hearts of everyone. After a while, Ugos stopped singing. He stepped forward with a smile and offered a green jade symbolizing wisdom and eternal life.

"Praise the lord god! Your lord suzerain priest, you are the incarnation of gods in the world. And we bow down and serve you like gods!"

"Praise the Lord God! Chief Priest Ugos, thank you for your poem! The future of the feudal kingdom is inseparable from the priests of the alliance. The glory of the Lord God will surely spread throughout the world!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and greeted each other with a smile. Xiulot looked at Marvelo again, nodded slightly, and the other party respectfully returned the salute.

Jadiri has been watching in silence. He pondered for a while, then took something from Chalape's hand, and walked slowly into the hall.

"Your Majesty, this old minister is not good at singing and dancing."

The knowledgeable elder smiled and saluted. Xiulot stood up and returned the salute solemnly.

"Dear sage, you are the elder of the Prepecha people, so there is no need to be polite."

"Your Majesty, you have the foresight of an eagle, the will of a liger, the patience of a coyote, and the kindness of a tortoise. You are kind to the people of the Lake District, and you are the king bestowed upon us by the Sun God. The old minister wishes to represent millions of Prepeca people , bow your head at your feet, and offer your loyalty to you!"

Jatiri looked serious. In front of the crowd, he prostrated himself on the ground, paying homage to the king above him.

"Ah! Sage."

Shulot hurried forward two steps, bent down, and helped the knowledgeable elder from the ground. He said sincerely.

"Sage, I treat you with the etiquette of a teacher, please don't!"

Hearing this, Jatiri smiled slightly. He held up a long wooden box with both hands, and dedicated it to the young king in front of him.

"Your Majesty, the people of Prepecha are willing to be your wings and fly to the sky! This is the bronze weapon you ordered Chalape to forge!"

"He got inspiration from the obsidian sharp blade and wooden handle of the war stick, mixed the low-tin solid sword spine and the high-tin sharp blade, and took the advantages of both, and then added the fragments of the kingdom of God that fell from the sky, casting Bring out a sharp and strong magic weapon"

"Dedicated to you, my majesty! Tolerance and strictness coexist, kindness and decisiveness, this is the real king's soldier!"

Shulot was startled when he heard this. He took the wooden box and opened it himself. A three-foot-long eight-faced Qin sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The sharp blade glowed with a cold light, the sturdy sword spine was polished translucently, and the gold-plated hilt shone brightly, with two pictographic pictures engraved on it.

The king looked carefully, and the pictographic characters on the front were like a lightning bolt, symbolizing the unpredictable power of the gods; Obviously, this is the gods and kings. And the meaning of these two words, traced to similar oracle bone inscriptions, is

"Shen Xia."

Shulot muttered to himself, reciting these two words in a low voice. A strange sense of fate surged into his heart in an instant, as if carrying some kind of power to shake the soul. A moment later, he faced the crowd, raised the three-foot Qin sword, and solemnly announced loudly.

"The main god bears witness! This is the Shenxia sword! My king's sword!"

"Generals, play music for me!"

When the king gave an order, everyone obeyed. Olosh played the bamboo flute, Ugos played the bone xun, and Toltek played the war drum. The fluttering flute sound, the desolate Xun sound, and the passionate drum sound played together in the stone hall, accompanied by the generals' singing.

Standing in the center of the hall, Shulot slowly drew out his sharp sword. He gently stroked the spine of the sword with his fingertips, violent emotions surged in his chest, countless memories flooded his heart, and finally all turned into poems in his mouth.

"A sword is born with a pure mind, and a sword with a single mind is ten years old."

The king raised his head slightly. He thought of the pure feeling in his heart when he first came to this world, and also thought of the child with clear eyes in the Butterfly Palace.

"I fell from the pyramid, and I came from the Butterfly Palace. With pure heart, I am like spring water."

Hearing this, Olosh's expression changed. He watched the boy grow up, and many memories are naturally indelible.

"Once drinking the blood of the world of mortals by mistake, the killing intent is with me from now on,"

Shulot lowered his eyes, raised his left hand to the side, and stabbed out the long sword with his right hand. This is the action he made when he killed the first time, which he will never forget for a long time.

"I wield the weapon in my hand, and I become a blood-stained warrior. I silently pray to the god of war, knowing that this will bring death!"

"The dragon chanting shallowly, thinking about the wind, and the sword in the box wants to move freely."

With the sword in his chest, Xiulot made a gesture of hiding the sword. He thought of the time when he was trapped in Tisok's army, and also remembered the first meeting with Avit, the common discussions and ambitions of the two. At that time, the dragon and the sword, when the king saw the king.

"I experienced the first battlefield, and I held the funeral of the gods. I am a young eagle that has just emerged from the nest, pursuing the sacred glory!"

Bertard's eyes grew dark. After a while, he silently clenched his fists in his chest and bowed his head in salute.

"Flying to the top of Qingmingling, relying on the sky and earth to overwhelm the heroes!"

Xiulot took a few steps and swung his sword. Three years of bloody events flashed in my mind one by one.

The first time I encountered an attack, the first time I led the army to hunt down the king; the conversation with the elders in the stone room, and the life and death lottery of the chief priest Kechar; the first time I led the army to the west, from the wooden castle on the north bank to Yurilia Lake , from the fortress at the mouth of the river, to the Takuro plain, from the battle of the kings, until the fall of Chin Cong Chan

"I have met many opponents, and I have been tested by the gods. I have overcome obstacles all the way, and walked out of life and death!"

All the generals were silent for a moment, and cheered in unison. They followed the invincible Highness and experienced several cruel battles, so they naturally had the same feeling.

"Yu Jian flies to Quanzhen, and the independent Dongfeng opens the gate of heaven."

Shulot stood upright like a pine, raised the long sword above his head, and hung the sword in his hand again. He thought of the grand entrustment ceremony, the excitement when he was in charge of one side, and the ambition and pride in his belly.

"I captured the old king, and I ascended the throne of the Lake District. From the ruins of the kingdom, I built a new kingdom!"

Hearing this, Jadiri bowed his head first, and everyone bowed deeply, paying homage to the king.

Seeing the surrendered crowd, Xiulot laughed. Years of warrior training made his body flexible and strong. The sword dance in his hand became more and more intense, there was a whistling wind in the air, and then suddenly stopped!

The young king turned around and looked towards the west where the setting sun was setting. The lost era is five hundred years later, and the distant homeland is twenty thousand miles away. Everything is far away, once already illusory. For him, all reality, all existence, only the kingdom here, only the home here.

Shulot let out a long breath. He recited leisurely in a language that no one could understand, like a mysterious prayer.

"Suddenly sunny, suddenly rainy, suddenly windy, sometimes bright and sometimes extinguished for several autumns.

As soon as Dapeng traveled twenty thousand li, the sword disappeared and fell into the nine secluded places.

Fuliang doesn't remember human affairs, and forgets the river to drift in the vast sea.

The wind and the earth are rolling endlessly, and the morning light is a little empty in the distance.

"

The king wiped the long sword lightly, and whispered four deep poems in a deep tone. Soon, Alyssa's beautiful smile appeared in his mind, followed by the vast and undulating world sand table, and the world map memorized in his heart!

"... But you can see the flowers bloom but not the leaves, one sword light cold fifty states!"

Shulot groaned for a moment, then suddenly turned to the sky. The history of later generations floated before his eyes, and they were all burned to ashes by the anger in his eyes. Under the feeling of being drunk, he suddenly stabbed out the long sword in his hand, piercing the eastern sky! This sword carries awe-inspiring will, no matter how long the time is; this sword carries complete determination, no matter how many lives!

"I came to the kingdom here, and I brought the promise of the gods. I am destined to rule the world, and the continent under my feet!"

Hoo hoo, a hearty chapter! Haha, the author Jun drank some fruit wine, wrote poems and sang them by himself, please call me Maomao who can write poems. Meow meow!