Aztec Eternals

The wild wind never stops. It blows through the fertile valleys and the farmland by the river, with a yellow smell, and also brings the message of the south. It brushed over the unused altar, caressed the vicissitudes of the stone wall, came outside the ancient city of Palms, and reached the newly built Red Crow camp.

Although it is called the Red Crow camp, there are not many old Red Crows except for one inherited banner. Three days ago, Alan had brought 800 men, more than 1,000 women and children, and carried the harvested grain, and migrated eastward along the Tampen River.

This long-prepared migration has not been hidden from the eyes and ears of Chief Chichika. However, when the chieftain knew the number of Ding Zhuang, he tacitly allowed the women and children to retreat early. He even arranged for 400 red dog fighters, more than 2,000 red dog women and children, plus more than 3,000 women and children from the vassal ministries, a total of 8,000 people moved eastward.

Among the 8,000 people who migrated, there was no old or weak person. Even women and young men of canine descent could draw hunting bows and swing stone spears. At this moment, they had probably boarded the prepared raft, and went down the Tampen River, more than a hundred miles east.

After these 8,000 people left, there were still more than 30,000 Guakili tribesmen preparing for war in the valley, plus 6,000 Otomi serfs and prisoners of war waiting to be slaughtered. After a series of hard battles, the army in the valley has been depleted. Only the 3,000 tribal warriors from the Red Crow camp remained, and thousands of adults scattered in various tribes.

Thinking of this, Amoxi looked resolute, with a fearless fighting spirit in his eyes. He nodded to Zukata, who reported the letter, and said kindly.

"Brother Zukata, thank you for the information you sent! The military situation is urgent. I want to gather soldiers from the camp and send reinforcements to the south as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, Zukata's expression changed. He opened his mouth, trying to persuade him to say something, but Amoxi waved his hand to stop him. He could only take Chippawa and the others and step aside.

When the spear team came to the Red Crow camp, they did not hide the military situation in the south. At this moment, all the chiefs and warriors had heard the news and hurriedly gathered here. Everyone was discussing and looking worried. In the Red Crow camp, there was already a lot of noise.

Amoxi raised his hands, and everyone gradually fell silent. His eyes were bright, he looked around everyone, and shouted confidently and boldly.

"Headmen of all tribes, warriors! The fearless Red Monkey tribe has descended, and the brutal Mexica are attacking the Great Chief's main camp! The heroic Chief is fighting to the death, holding the Mexica in our line Beyond the homeland! Now, three thousand warriors are gathered here, let us rescue the noble chief and defeat the brutal Mexica with the determination to die!"

Hearing this, worry and uneasiness appeared on the faces of many dog-born fighters. Most of them are broken soldiers from various ministries, and they have not been regrouped for a few days. The sky fire that night was still entangled like a nightmare, making them fearful.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and a leader of the Red Newt tribe stood up and asked loudly.

"Amoxi, you are just the patriarch of the small Red Crow tribe. You escaped from the Red Fox Valley. What qualifications do you have to command our Red Newt warriors?"

Hearing this, Amoxi's expression remained unchanged. He laughed out loud and answered loudly.

"I am the patriarch of the Red Crow Tribe, and I am also the leader of the rear battalion personally appointed by Chief Chichika. I can manage all the reserve soldiers in the army!"

"The chief trusted me, recruited me by his side, and gave me a heavy responsibility! I am not afraid of danger, and I will go through life and death for the tribal alliance!"

Speaking of this, Amoxi suddenly lifted off the wolf robe on his body, revealing his scarred chest.

"I fought with the cactus tribe in the Red Fox Valley, and shot and wounded the enemy's black wolf general! I fought with the Uman warriors and attacked the terrible chief of death! These days, I have led the elite several times to go deep into the south and attack the cactus Hundreds of warriors have been rescued from the tribe's camp!"

Hearing this, the rescued tribal warriors were excited and shouted Amoxi's name. They respected the chief of the Red Crow and were willing to die for him.

Amoshi's expression grew more generous. He clenched his fists, slapped his bare chest, and shouted loudly at everyone.

"Come on! Look at the scars on my chest, they are all the marks left by fighting the Cactus Warriors head-on! I am not only the favorite general of the big boss, but also a warrior of the alliance! How can I not be qualified to rule the warriors of the valley? !"

The soldiers in the battalion were overwhelmed by Amoxi's spirit, they all clenched their fists and responded chaotically.

"good!"

"What a warrior!"

"I support you!"

Excited shouts echoed in the camp without stopping for a long time. It wasn't until an old man walked into the arena that everyone quickly fell silent. Zukata took a closer look, and it turned out to be Zuma, an old priest of the wilderness respected by various tribes in Guajili.

Priest Zuma looked solemn, wearing an ancient robe and holding a carved wooden staff. He walked to the center of the crowd, paused for a moment with his wooden staff, and yelled angrily.

"Don't worry! Whether Amoxi is qualified to lead the people in the camp, he doesn't count, and you don't count, you have to ask the Mother Earth!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned. Guajili people are in awe of heaven and earth, respect wind and fire, and regard red as sacred. The goddess of the earth is respected, not a deity with a specific image, but more similar to the god of the celestial dynasty.

"Come here, light the sacrificial brazier!"

Priest Zuma shouted to the left and right, and immediately someone brought the prepared brazier. Dry pine wood was burned in the brazier, and unknown medicinal herbs were also added. When the breeze blows, the rosin and medicinal fragrance are scattered with the wind, and everyone looks solemn.

Zukata stood aside, looking anxious. There was a little absurdity in his heart. The military situation in the south is so urgent that it is necessary to make a decisive decision whether to fight or flee. At this time, the Guajili people in the camp actually want to hold divination?

Thinking of this, Zukata shook his head again and again. It's a pity that on such a sacred occasion, as a foreigner, he has no right to speak, so he can only watch silently.

"Divine heaven and earth, noble ancestors! Please listen to the call of the people of the earth. At this critical juncture, please grant me divine enlightenment. May I ask, the warrior Amosi, is the respected goddess of the earth, the chosen one Guaquili leader?"

Zuma priests chanted loudly and danced strange and mysterious dances. The wooden bell on his body swayed with the dance and made a special sound, which made everyone present dizzy. After a while, Zuma stepped forward and threw a bison skull into the fire. The blazing flames cracked the skull, and the old priest took out a handful of powder from his pocket and threw it into the brazier suddenly.

"call!"

The flames in the brazier suddenly burst into flames, and everyone was shocked to take a step back. Priest Zuma's expression remained unchanged. He took out a rough white "sackcloth" from his arms and wrapped it around his hands. Then, he stretched out his hand violently, and grabbed the cracked skull from the blazing flames.

The old priest looked at the skull for a moment, and his expression changed for a long time. Under everyone's attention, he suddenly knelt down and saluted Amoxi respectfully.

"Ah! The cracking of the skull is the most sacred sign! Chief Amoxi, the Mother Earth recognizes you, and you are the leader chosen by heaven and earth!"

Then Priest Zuma turned his head and shouted solemnly to everyone.

"Quickly kneel down and pray to the Mother Earth! Salute to the chosen leader of Amoxi!"

Zukata looked at it coldly, and only then did he taste a little bit. After thinking about it, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately knelt down to salute. However, there are many warriors who can react faster than him. These people fell to their knees without hesitation, and shouted loudly in unison.

"Meet the leader of Amosi! The leader chosen by the Mother Earth!"

Seeing the miraculous scene and hearing the shouts of the crowd, thousands of tribal warriors knelt down and saluted the leader of Amosi. Hundreds of rescued warriors shouted frantically, and the atmosphere in the field was infectious. The dozens of tribal leaders present looked at each other. Although their expressions were flickering, they had no choice but to follow the general trend and slowly knelt down on the ground.

Seeing the kneeling crowd, Amoxi laughed boldly. His expression is firm, his eyes are piercing, and his pride is burning like fire.

"My warriors, my warriors, rise up! The Earth Mother has chosen me, and I will live and die with you! Now, the noble Chief Chichica is in the south to resist the brutal Mexica! The people of the wasteland will never surrender! Let me lead you to support Chief Chichika and fight to the death with Chief Death!"

"Listen to you, Chief Amoxi! Fight to the death with you!"

Hearing this, the tribal warriors showed admiration and shouted wildly on the ground. They had already been convinced by Amoxi, and they all cheered up at this moment, inspiring the bloody courage of the wilderness dog-born. At this moment, Amoxi's figure was as tall as a big leader. Boiling cheers echoed in the camp, as if everyone had won the victory.

Hearing that he was going south, Zukata frowned. He looked at the older tribal leaders, all of whom also looked restless and worried.

At the critical moment, Priest Zuma stood up. He took two steps forward, raised his wooden staff, first bowed his head to Amosi, and then looked at the excited warriors.

"Going south to fight is related to the survival of the Guakili people. How good or bad this battle is, please let me ask the Mother Earth!"

Amoxi pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"Okay! Please, respectable Priest Zuma!"

Seeing Amoxi's respectful attitude, Priest Zuma nodded in satisfaction. He burned incense and smoke again, danced and sang, and threw the buffalo skull into the fire.

There was silence in the vast camp. Thousands of tribal warriors were anxious, waiting for the result of the divination. Priest Zuma sang for a while before spilling the powder again, and then suddenly took out the cracked skull from the deflagrating flames.

The old priest held the skull and looked at it solemnly for a long time, but remained silent.

"Dear Priest Zuma, what is the result of the divination? The noble Chief Chichika is in danger and is still waiting for my rescue!"

Amoxi asked anxiously. Everyone also held their breath.

"Dear Chief Amosi."

Priest Zuma pondered for a while, then said calmly.

"The Divine Revelation of the Mother Earth has descended. But before the announcement, there is one last step to be done!"

"Please tell the priest!"

Amoxi nodded solemnly.

"The Mother Earth said, please drink the burning divination powder and accept the enlightenment of the gods!"

Priest Zuma looked around at the crowd with a solemn expression.

Hearing this, Zukata squeezed his fingers in doubt, what is going on here.

"good!"

Amosi agrees. He took a handful of the divination powder, swallowed it, and then took the jug handed over by Priest Zuma, and drank it down.

"Ah? This is. This is what I saw!."

Amoxi stood there for a moment, his eyes became empty and confused. A deep shock appeared on his face, which touched the hearts of all the warriors. Suddenly, Amoshi raised his head and let out a cry of pain.

"ah!."

The terrifying cry roared like a beast, shaking the entire camp. Everyone was shocked, and looked up, the respected leader Amoxi had passed out in the divine revelation.

"What's going on here?"

"What did the leader see?"

"What is the prophecy?"

The soldiers shouted in panic. The High Priest Zuma looked calm and unhurried. He raised the scepter in one hand and the bull skull for divination in the other, and roared in an old voice.

"The Goddess of the Earth sent down divine revelation!"

Hearing this, the camp became quiet again, only the old priest's shocking chant.

"The south is a deep darkness, an irresistible return. The shadow of death is coming from the south, and it is about to swallow everything in the valley! Mother Earth said, our home is not here, but after turning over the mountains, the great river flows The fertile soil! The vitality of the Guakili people lies in the east!"

"Ah! This! Dear Priest Zuma, what is the meaning of the revelation of the Mother God?"

"The Divine Inspiration Means"

Priest Zuma raised his staff and looked south again. In his pale old eyes the pleasure of vengeance was fleeting.

"Fate is doomed! Chief Chichika will return to the earth, and the cactus tribe will capture the valley. And we in the camp must immediately migrate to the east, guard the tribe that went ahead, and regain our foothold in the east of the mountains!"

"Ah? Migrate to the East!."

The silence of the crowd didn't last long, and the Red Crow camp soon became boiling. The people of the wasteland have long been used to migrating, as long as they choose a direction, they will not hesitate for too long. Soon, the 3,000 tribal warriors took food and weapons, abandoned their supplies and camps, and headed east quickly. And more than a dozen messengers set off at the same time, went to various tribes in the valley, and informed the mother god of the revelation.

Zukata watched all this, thinking silently in his heart. He took several old brothers of Tarasco, carrying long guns, and followed the fast migrating team.

"Chippawa."

"Captain Zukata."

"Not bad, very good."

There was a smile on Zukata's dull face.

"Ah, what's nice?"

Chippawa scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"Chief Red Crow, very good. Also, our choice is also very good!"

Zukata smiled faintly and looked towards the sky. The sun has already slanted to the west, and the red rays of light have dyed the sky, reflected the earth, and covered the mountains in the south.

"What a gorgeous evening. The battle in the south should have ended! The old wolf king sank into the abyss of death, and the new wolf king was born in the mountains. The long day is finally coming to an end!"

Chippawa seemed to understand, and nodded again and again. He looked not far ahead, and the unconscious leader Amoxi was lying on a two-person wooden frame, motionless, being carried by loyal Red Raven warriors.

"It's like carrying a sacrificial offering."

The young militiaman whispered to himself. Zukata smiled and shook his head.

"No, from today, that is a hero with divine nature!"

The conversation between the two dissipated in the wind, flying low and far away.

On the wooden frame, the divine Amoxi remained motionless, and opened his eyes silently. His eyes are clear and bright, reflecting the red dusk and the vast world.

"May you rest in peace! Chief Chichika, I'm back! Alan."

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