Aztec Eternals

"Roar!"

The jaguar growled menacingly. Wearing heavy armor and wielding obsidian batons with both hands, they easily knocked the dog-born warriors to the ground and chopped them into different shapes. The strong bloody smell diffused in the wind, and the howling of the dog descendants continued.

In less than half a moment of brutal close combat, more than 80 dog-born fighters lost their lives. They were unable to break through heavy armor, their combat skills were inferior to their opponents, and they hardly caused any effective damage. The unilateral massacre was the most detrimental to morale, and sporadic dog descendants continued to flee. Seeing this scene, the leading dog-born warrior finally let out a wolf howl and cried out in despair.

"Aww! Retreat!"

The surviving dog-born warriors turned around and fled to the forest. The jaguar fighters chased and defeated the enemy all the way until they reached the deep forest, beheading and killing more than 20 people. Then, the sound of the conch horn that stopped was blown from the king's banner. The herald waved the command flag and pointed to the battle formation ahead. The two hundred aristocratic battle groups turned smoothly, and killed the dog-born hunters in the front line.

"Uman!"

Amosi growled again, almost reaching Uman's ear.

"The thick-skinned tiger is coming! If you don't leave, it will be too late!"

"The tiger-headed warrior of the cactus tribe?"

Uman's eyes were red, and he stared fiercely at the jaguar warrior who was rushing towards Xiaobu. Each of these warriors walked steadily, moved vigorously, and were proficient in combat skills, and they regarded fighting as nothing. They wore thick cloth face armor, colorful leopard skins on their backs, and heavy animal-shaped helmets on their heads. At a glance, they looked like a group of ferocious jaguars.

"Aww! Shoot you to death!"

Uman popped his head out and shot an arrow at a jaguar warrior. The bone arrow flew away quickly, and shot directly at the opponent's shoulder after fifty steps. The jaguar warrior was only slightly startled, then let out a tiger roar, and ran towards this side.

"Damn it! It's all thick skin!"

Uman let out a cry of pain, dropped his longbow, and staggered back behind the boulder. An arrow shot like lightning, brushed his cheek, and hit his bow-raised left arm viciously.

Amoxi poked his head carefully, only to see the leading longbow warrior with a calm face, staring at him like a falcon, and took out another copper arrow in his hand. He checked Uman's injury again, and saw that the arrow had pierced through the cotton armor, pierced deeply into the flesh, and sank nearly an inch.

"I'll shoot 'em all right!"

Uman was sweating from the pain, but his eyes were still fierce.

"Crack!"

Amosi snapped the exposed arrow shaft with force. Then, he took out a piece of speckled mushroom from his arms and stuffed it into Uman's mouth.

"Swallow it, stop the pain!"

Uman hesitated a little, and recognized that it was a medium of communication with the gods, the psychedelic mushroom of the tribal priests. He chewed and swallowed the mushrooms, and within a few breaths, his eyes became straight, his mind was confused, but his whole body was full of strength.

"Uman, it's time to retreat!"

"Eh?. Good!"

Amoxi asked without hesitation. He shouted to the red-haired hunters on his left and right.

"Shooting cover! Shoot all the leading warriors! I will take Captain Uman and go first, and you will be in the rear!"

A dozen red-haired hunters looked at each other for a while, then nodded silently. They straightened up together and shot at the leading cactus warrior.

Amoxi held Uman's forearm tightly, lowered his body, and led him to the nearest forest. Soon, behind him, a group of jaguar fighters came running like tigers and leopards. The brutal cry of killing suddenly became intense, and quickly turned into a dying cry.

In the deep mountain forest, Amosi looked back. The hound-born hunters in the front line also broke up and fled in all directions. This adventurous sneak attack left more than two hundred elite corpses, but returned in vain. The difference in combat power between the two sides was so great that the death chief's personal guards suffered little loss. Under the banner of the king of the black wolf, a king in platinum armor was guarded by the crowd, and he was looking at the mountains and forests in the distance.

"This is... the Warchief himself?"

Amoxi watched for a while, but he couldn't see anything clearly from too far away. He looked at the black wolf pattern on the Wang Banner again, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He was slightly taken aback, and then suddenly realized.

"That's right! This death totem was enshrined with blood by the cactus tribe, and it already has mana. If you look at it for a long time, you will be shaken!"

Thinking of this, Amoxi shuddered, and the ominous premonition increased again. He didn't dare to look at the flag again, and immediately pulled Uman and continued to flee to the camp in the mountains.

"Uman, let's go!"

"Eh?. Good!"

Under the banner of the black wolf, Shulot looked at the broken soldiers who would flee into the forest. He looked at the shadowy mountains and forests, thought for a while, and then gave orders loudly.

"Don't enter the forest. Blow the conch horn and withdraw the troops!"

The regiment returned to camp, and the next two days were a peaceful confrontation. The dog descendants huddled in the camp and built wooden camps day and night, while the Mexica allied forces camped and rested.

The camps in the mountains are getting bigger and bigger, and there are warriors in armor everywhere. The scouts from both sides continued to fight in the mountains and forests on both sides, dyeing the deep autumn forest red. Subsequent reinforcements arrived one after another, and the three-way army united again. 7,000 Ottopan warriors, 4,000 Guamare warriors, 5,000 imperial guards, and 3,000 red frog warriors, nearly 20,000 legions gathered here!

The army stretched for several miles, with various flags fluttering, filling the not-so-wide mountain road to the brim. The last 2,000 Parmus warriors and 2,000 longbow militiamen were still more than 20 miles away. They had just finished resting and were on their way here.

The king's flag was erected, and Shulot once again boarded the hill to watch the battle. The army has rested for two days, it is time to weigh the quality of the dog descendants. He personally waved the command flag, and the thumping drums echoed in the valley. Although the mountain road here is not narrow, it is also limited in width. Tens of thousands of coalition troops came out of the camp one after another, while the rest of the warriors waited in the camp.

"Chief Chalki."

With the army in hand, the king is high-spirited and full of fighting spirit.

"Guamare warriors recharge their batteries all the way, and they can be the vanguard of our army!"

The middle-aged great chief Charki hesitated a little. Then, looking into the king's eyes, he felt a chill in his heart, and shouted generously.

"The Guamare warriors have been waiting for the battle all the way, and they are already hungry and thirsty! Chief, I will let my eldest son lead the army and attack the enemy camp for you!"

"Okay! Give armor! Give it to the general who leads the charge!"

A personal guard immediately stepped forward and handed over a pair of bronze cloth face armor to Chalki. The middle-aged chief touched the solid bronze armor eagerly, and said reluctantly to the warrior beside him.

"Give it to my eldest son! Let him fight bravely for His Highness!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The fierce drums of war suddenly accelerated. Two thousand Guamare warriors raised their shields and held their sticks, forming a dense charge formation. Opposite them was the nearest mountain camp of the Guajiri.

The camp occupies a small area, located on a hill more than ten meters high, surrounded by fences as high as a person. Thousands of Guaquili warriors stood guard behind the fence, bows and spears in hand, many with javelins. A red stag flag flies right in the center of the camp.

"Ho, ho, Guamare warriors, charge with me!"

A young warrior in bronze armor roared first, followed by the rest of the warriors. Then, he led two thousand warriors and bravely went to the camp to kill them!

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