Aztec Eternals

There was silence in the low longhouse, only a faint smell of blood wafted in the wind. Kakalo fell quietly on the ground, as if returning to the embrace of the Mother Earth. And the mysterious words, like a prophecy, fell on the hearts of the three, and they could not let go of them for a long time.

Berthard took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to sniff the old priest's breath, turned around and shook his head.

"Your Highness, he is dead."

With a solemn expression, Xiulot reached out to pick up the wooden board on the ground. He looked at his emblem and name, and was speechless for a while. After a while, he looked at Coca.

"Kaka, did you hear the old priest's last words?"

"Ah, respected Great Chief Death God!"

Coca glanced carefully at the name on the wooden board, and then at Kakalo, who died lying on the ground. Although he doesn't believe in gods, when he encounters this mysterious phenomenon, he still regards it as the prophecy of the priest of the wasteland, and he is full of awe for Shulot. Chief Red Frog lowered his head deeply and replied.

"Great Chief, Kakalo's last words are, the flower of death, the soul you have been looking for is in the place where you are constantly traveling, and you can never catch it!"

In the Chichimaker population, "Alan" is the "flower of death", "far away" also means "travel", and "meet" and "capture" are similar.

"Well, it's about the same as what I heard."

Shulot nodded calmly, but there were waves of turmoil in his heart.

"Know my name, know my emblem, the flower of death predicted before death can't capture me? This refers to the secret of my reincarnation?. The node of fate is in the east? Is this a prophecy that the colonists are coming? Death Shadows coming from the south? Is this talking about the coming smallpox plague? In this world, is there really someone who can see through everything and predict the future?!"

The king was speechless for a long time, lost in thought. Bertard looked calm, and Keka bowed his head respectfully. Time in the longhouse was almost frozen until a personal guard bowed his head.

"Your Highness, the envoy of the Eastern Route Army is outside the house, and there is an urgent military message."

Hearing this, Shulot woke up from his contemplation. After thinking for a while, he gave an order in a deep voice.

"Bothard, bury this wise priest of the wilderness! Erect a tombstone for him and engrave his last words on the monument. Treat the tribal priests who surrendered in all ministries well. Let them send out two more people to sort out the heritage of the wilderness here , send them all to my tent!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness! I will send people to check the priests in the wilderness."

Bertard bowed in salute. As soon as Xiulot took two steps, he remembered something again and turned around to ask.

"Kaka, you said that the Red Crow tribe was the first tribe to escape?"

"Yes, Warchief."

"Where did they escape?"

"Uh, it should be north, but I don't know if it is northwest or northeast."

Keka stared, unable to answer.

The king shook his head slightly and gave instructions to the warrior commander.

"Pay attention to the traces of the Red Crow tribe. It's best to catch their leader!"

"Obey, Your Highness!"

Shulot stopped talking and strode out of the longhouse. There are too many secrets in this world, buried silently in the dust. And he is destined to leave his footprints on the dust of history!

Outside the longhouse, an Otomi messenger is waiting. He was dusty, his face was covered with dust, and there was a little anxiety in his eyes. Seeing Shulot walk out, the messenger suddenly fell to his knees and shouted loudly.

"Your Highness! Three days ago, the Eastern Route Army was attacked by dog ​​descendants! Prince Giova sent me to ask you for reinforcements!"

"Who is the leader of the Guakili Dogs? How many tribes have come? How many warriors are there in total?"

Xiu Luote didn't change his face, and asked in a deep voice. He had long expected that the East Route Army would be attacked by the dog-born, and had already ordered Giova to set up camp for defense. Giova relied on the camp, even if he could not win, he would not be defeated.

"Your Highness, the leader of the dog descendants should be Chichika, the chief of the red dog. The army fought for two days, and the flags of the five large tribes of the red dog, the flamingo, the red deer, the red monkey, and the red salamander all appeared! The enemy in front of him It is estimated that there are 8,000 to 10,000. The red dog tribe sent more than 2,000 troops, the flamingo, red deer, red monkey, and red salamander each had more than 1,000, and the other ordinary tribes also had 2,000 troops!"

"Eight thousand to ten thousand?"

Shulot frowned. There are more than 60,000 dog descendants gathered near the city of Palms in the northeast. Arming all the strong men can mobilize a maximum of 20,000 soldiers. The number of troops dispatched proves that the dog descendants still have the strength to spare.

"Prince Giova has 8,000 warriors in his hands! He has the same strength as the Guakili, and he has set up camp in advance. Why did he ask me for help so soon?"

"Your Highness, the Guakili dogs are divided into two groups. One is the main force of the assembly. The five large tribes are in a company and confront the prince. There are a lot of redheads in the large tribes. They harass the camp day and night, and the warriors can't help it." rest."

The messenger breathed a sigh of relief and replied cautiously.

"The other way is the harassing division. More than two thousand soldiers from ordinary tribes were divided into more than a dozen teams and went around to the southwest of the camp. These ordinary tribes moved flexibly. After they dispersed behind the army, they continued to plunder the supply team! I'm coming At that time, the latest batch of food transport teams had just been looted, and the militiamen suffered more than two hundred casualties.”

"What is Giova doing?"

Hearing this, Xiulot was a little dissatisfied.

"With eight thousand warriors in his hands, can't he even protect his own food?"

"Your Highness, according to your will, Prince Giova set up a camp to defend! The dog descendants attacked twice and left 200 corpses behind, so they stopped attacking by force. There is still half a month's worth of food in the camp. As long as there are enough militiamen transporting food, the dog descendants will not be able to really block the food road.”

Then, the Otomi messenger showed hesitation. He looked at Coca next to him, and Chief Red Frog took a few steps back consciously. The messenger said in a low voice.

"Your Highness, the Prince begs for your understanding! He has just been the leader of the mountain city, the bird-shooting king of the Otomi people. When the opponent fights a battle, if the battle fails, the morale of the army will be shaken. Even if the battle is won, the Guakili people will not disperse, and often set up ambushes. The previous leader of the mountain city won first and then lost. When chasing and fleeing the enemy Ambushed by sharpshooters."

Having said that, the envoy paused for a moment, then suddenly prostrated himself on the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Your Highness, the prince is firmly guarding the camp, unbreakable. He asks you to lead the army and join hands with him to defeat the enemy!"

Xiulot thought for a while, then nodded slowly. he said with a smile.

"It's only been a few months since I became the leader of the mountain city, and Giova has indeed grown a lot! You go back and tell him, and stick to it for another five days. After I sort out the situation in the valley, I will lead the army eastward!"

The next few days were full of busy work. The wounded soldiers had to rest on the spot, the prisoners had to be managed in separate battalions, and soldiers had to be garrisoned in the valley. Shulot personally took control of the two armies, comforted the surrendered Guajili tribes, and held a sacred funeral for the fallen warriors. He drew 1,000 Otomi warriors and more than 3,000 militiamen from the West Route Army to guard the valley camp and manage nearly 20,000 dog-born captives. Then, the king led more than 13,000 warriors, plus 3,000 red frog warriors, with a mighty army, and sent troops to the east!

I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!っっっ