Aztec Eternals

The low chief's longhouse was completely dark, and the scent of mixed herbs was strong and lingering. Faint moonlight fell into the room, illuminating the two figures sitting opposite each other. Surrounding the figure was a pile of sacrificial bones, and there was a silent silence.

Chief Crow Kakalo lowered his head and did not speak. He stretched out his thin arms, picked up a pine flute from the ground, and put it to his mouth. The ethereal flute sounded in an instant, whining into the night sky. The voice was distant and desolate, like a call from the wilderness.

Outside the longhouse, Alan opened his eyes wide. This is the flute music that the chief always plays on the Luna Sacrifice Day. She listened to the flute quietly, looked at the full moon in the sky, and thought about the lone wolf on the wasteland. She closed her eyes, thinking of her former relatives and home, as well as the tenacity and loneliness of wolves. The memories of the old days are gone like a long wind, and the desolate flute sound didn't last long, and everything came to an end.

Kakalo slowly put down the wooden flute. He raised his head and looked at Amoxi.

"My child, what did you hear?"

Amoxi opened his eyes, revealing a little longing.

"Chief, I heard the sacrifice and blessing of the moon god. In the world under the full moon, there are eagles flying far away, and there are vast plateaus."

"Well. Asimo, the world of the wasteland is vast. The tribes are constantly migrating, and the eagles are flying away. Everything is for vitality and hope, for inheritance and continuation. Now, this valley has become a dead place. , the dark shadows are coming from the south. We can't resist the shadows, so it's time to leave cough cough!"

Kakalo opened his mouth slowly, the wrinkles on his face trembled, making him look extraordinarily old. Then, the calm narration was interrupted by a violent cough, and the old chief bowed down in pain and covered his mouth tightly. Amosi immediately stepped forward, supported the respected chief, and was careful to let the air flow behind him.

After a while, Kakalo stopped coughing. He let go of his hand, but there was a glaring bright red in the palm of his hand. The old chief silently clenched his palms again and said in a deep voice.

"Asimo, pass it on. Abandon unnecessary luggage, and the tribe only takes food. Let's go tonight!"

"Ah?! Are you leaving tonight?"

Asimo was a little surprised.

"Yes, let's go tonight! From a yellow leaf, you can see the chill of the whole autumn. The reinforcements of the Aztecs will arrive at Taniguchi tomorrow, and the danger is imminent. We can't delay any longer! Newly received these days Some unripe corn, plus the previous pumpkins, the food in the tribe can last for four or five months. When you escape from this dead land, you will have a new life! Cough cough!"

Kakalo ordered sharply, and then coughed again. Amosi was about to step forward, but saw the old chief wave his hand heavily.

"Ahem. I'm fine! Hurry up and send envoys to tell the tribes who have made friends with you near Taniguchi: the great chief of the Aztecs has arrived with reinforcements. His magic is more powerful, his wisdom is more profound, and he will never I will let go of the valley entrance in the northwest! Sticking to the valley is a dead end, so let’s escape as soon as possible!"

"Asimo, the battle at Taniguchi was so fierce that the tribes were already fearful. The three tribes forcibly annexed all the tribes, and the ordinary tribes were even more panicked. Now that the enemy's reinforcements are coming, it is a good opportunity for the tribes to retreat! At that time, no one would stop us again. The main force of the Red Frog Tribe was arranged at the valley entrance in the east, and the old fox also wanted to retreat, so we had to leave one step earlier than him!"

"After leaving the valley, go north for three days to avoid the Aztec soldiers. Then turn east, all the way east, over the towering mountains, to the territory of the Vastecs! Guacquilli The vitality of man lies in the east and north.”

Kakalo paused. His eyes were deep, and he stared at Amoxi in front of him, as if he was staring at some kind of hope. Then, he slowly spread out his palm, revealing a mass of bright red.

"Asimo, I've said everything I need to say. There are some things that you don't need to say, but you have to figure it out yourself. I'll leave it to you to command the retreat tonight!"

"Ah, coughing up blood! Chief, you...you...won't."

Asimo's expression changed drastically. He looked at the redness of Kakalo's palm, as if seeing a scourge. For the first time, deep fear appeared on this man's tough face. It was a parting that he had seen countless times. He widened his eyes and cried out in pain.

"Chief, Father!."

"My child, it's all right, don't be sad. My road has come to an end, I can't go, and I don't want to go. Just let me stay here quietly, and leave alone! Asimo, your road is still on the way." It's long, you have to carry hope, fly like an eagle over the vast wasteland. From today, the Red Crow Tribe will be handed over to you! Cough cough!"

"Daddy!"

"I'm tired, you go out. Don't come in again, hurry up and leave with Ding Zhuang and the child!"

After finishing speaking, Kakalo lowered his head, no longer looked at Asimo's face, and no longer spoke. The longhouse was filled with a deathly silence.

Asimo was silent for a long time, then slowly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the old chief. Then, with sad eyes, he turned away in pain. However, when he stepped out of the chief's longhouse, the grief turned into perseverance, into a stern cry.

"Everyone! Pack your bags, hurry up, and prepare for the tribe's migration! Within two hours, all the young adults and children must leave! Envoys who have been to various ministries, hurry up!"

The suppressed shouts drifted in the night wind in the valley. Soon, the entire Red Crow camp became busy, and several messengers left with messages, rushing to the tribe near the mouth of the valley, bringing urgent news.

Asimo stood by the bright fire, looking out at the dark longhouse. His heart seemed to be divided into two halves, one half fell into the flames, and the other half disappeared into the darkness. Then, a voice like a singing sparrow came, waking him up from the silence.

"Father! Why didn't Grandpa Chief come out? I heard him coughing!"

Alan stood in front of him, his figure was as vigorous as a deer, and his eyes were as bright as a full moon.

Asimo stretched out his hand and rubbed Alan's head vigorously. Then, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Alan. Grandpa has always loved you very much. He doesn't want to come out, and he won't let Father in. When a wolf in the wilderness reaches a certain age, he will leave the wolf pack alone, look for a hill under the full moon, and lie quietly There, today is the full moon. Alan, go in! Before you leave, see Grandpa for the last time."

Alan stood there in a daze, his eyes covered with mist. She looked at Father, but Asimo strode away, shouting orders, directing the migration of the tribe. Alan looked at the dark longhouse again, hesitated for a long time, and then walked in carefully.

Kakalo still bowed his head, sitting among the bones. Hearing the sound, he looked up, and a kind smile appeared on his old face.

"Alan, it's you."

Alan approached and knelt down next to the old chief. The obsidian dagger strapped to her thigh clattered against the bone. The girl stretched out both hands and firmly held Kakaro's arm.

"Grandpa chief, it's me, I'm here to see you! Well, it's very dark in the room, I can't see your face clearly. Let me light the firepit!"

"Son, we always have to face the dark."

Alan has a straightforward temper, and he does what he says. She didn't wait for Kakalo to finish speaking, she lit up the firepit three times and twice. Then, with the help of the faint firelight, the girl looked closely at Grandpa's vicissitudes of face, as if she wanted to firmly remember his appearance.

Kakalo laughed dumbfounded. He shook his head, his eyes resting on Alan's obsidian dagger. The old chief thought for a while, then waved.

"Alan, give me the dagger. The black wolf head on it is the symbol of the Mexica god. I seem to have seen it somewhere"

The full moon is gradually sinking to the west, and the night is sinking into darkness, but the Taniguchi in the northwest of the valley is gradually waking up. Soon, countless torches were lit at the mouth of the valley, and the nearby ordinary tribes were noisy. Under the full moon, a banner of the Red Crow reflected the moonlight, and thousands of hounds carried their luggage and headed north. They migrated with torches, like wolves howling at the moon.