Aztec Eternals

The sunset in the wasteland is a deep red, slowly sinking into the distant mountains. There is a vast glow on the mountains, which smears the bright red sky and soaks the blood-colored earth. In the bloody dusk, the brutal battle is over.

Taniguchi's red dog main camp is full of dilapidated, burnt black edges, and blood-stained dark red inside. There are thousands of broken warrior corpses, layered like maple leaves; broken bone arrows and copper arrows are countless, dense like long grass. And the more you go to the center, the more so.

A pair of moccasins stepped into the camp, surrounded by straw sandals. Moccasins walked slowly into the camp, past the fallen corpses, to the red dog's banner. At this moment, the red dog flag that has been passed down for many years has long been broken, and the flag surface is sunken in blood and mud, dilapidated.

And a strong corpse fell on its back next to the red dog banner. He stared angrily, his face was covered with blood, his hair was dyed red, he was wearing a wolf robe on his back, and he was holding a battle stick tightly in his hand. There were more than a dozen feathered arrows stuck in his body, but the fatal wound should be a two-finger-thick blood hole in his left chest, and he died of being pierced through the heart by a copper spear. His limbs still maintained the posture before death, as if he was still fighting. Because at the moment of death, the body was extremely exerted, and the muscles all over the body convulsed and twitched, forming the rigidity of the corpse.

The owner of the moccasins finally stopped. His eyes stayed on the corpse, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice.

"Ozoma, is this the leader of the Guakili Alliance, the chief of the Red Dog Tribe, Chichika?"

"Yes, respected Great Chief Death."

Ozoma's face was a little dazed. Although he had been prepared for a long time, he still had an unreal feeling at this time: the fierce and brave Chief Red Dog, who was like a wolf king for more than ten years, died here silently like this? He stared at Chichika's body closely, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to feel Chichika's breath.

Seeing this scene, Xiulot shook his head. He looked at the blood hole in Chichika's chest and fell into thought.

"Your Highness, please forgive me! I failed to capture the enemy Chief Chichika alive, and broke his heart."

Bertard knelt on one knee with a shameful expression. As an important target in the name of the Northern Expedition, the heart of the dog-born leader Chichika must be sacrificed to the main god to declare the victory of the Northern Expedition. It was also for the sake of offering sacrifices that after Chichika died in battle, he was not decapitated by the warriors.

"It doesn't matter. The Victory Sacrifice will not be affected. The Lord God blesses us and will definitely be satisfied with the sacrifice."

Shulot smiled and said with certainty. Soon after, he will personally host the victory ceremony outside the city of Palms, and then declare the blessing of the Lord God.

"Chichika died fighting hard and didn't retreat?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Bertard stood up, his face regained his composure.

"Five hundred hunters came down from the top of the east mountain, shot at the camp, and killed many red-haired hunters. The morale of the Red Dog tribe fell sharply, and the line quickly dispersed, and it could no longer be maintained. The heavily armored jaguar group immediately launched a charge. , and completely defeated the Red Dog tribe. Chichika has been standing under the banner and fighting to the death, and he did not take a step back until he died."

"I see."

Shulot nodded slowly.

"Where is the warrior who killed Chichika? I want to reward him generously!"

Hearing this, Bertard hesitated a little. He stretched out his hand and pointed to Chichika's side.

"Your Highness, that corpse with the spear is it."

Shulot looked there, but saw a warrior wearing an eagle helmet, holding half a short spear, entangled with two red-haired dog descendants to death. And with Chichika's position as the center, there is a dense circle around it, all of which are the corpses of warriors who died in battle on both sides, and many of them have the iconic red hair.

"After Chichika died in the battle, the surrounding chief guards were like crazy! More than a hundred red-haired soldiers rushed towards the legion desperately, dragging the assault warriors to die together. Even the heavily armored jaguar battle group, Five people were killed in the battle, but when the chief guards were killed, the remaining more than a thousand Red Dog fighters all knelt down and surrendered."

"Nearly half of the four thousand red dog fighters died in battle, hundreds fled, and only a thousand surrendered."

The king watched the meeting silently and sighed with emotion.

"Chichika won the death of a warrior, but it is not wrong to die!"

Bertard nodded in agreement. Then, he glanced at Ozoma lightly. Until now, Chief Red Monkey is still a little out of his mind, it's unbelievable. From this perspective, we can see the influence of Chief Chichika in the minds of various tribes.

"The warrior who killed Chichika wearing the eagle helmet is the newly recruited Prepecha warrior in the Imperial Guard?"

Shulot was thoughtful and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Your Highness. His name is Necarval, and he was born in the Lake Preepecha area. He was a surrendered army from the capital during the Western Expedition. After participating in the army for a year, because of his devotion to the Lord God and his outstanding combat skills, he was recruited by the army. Add to the Praetorian Guard."

Berthard recalled a little bit, and then explained in detail. He is in charge of the Imperial Guard Legion, and he has an impression of the famous warriors in the Legion.

"A native of Prepecha, who was born in the army, believed in the gods, and died during the Northern Expedition."

Hearing this, Shulot's eyes brightened and he nodded.

"Bothard, reward this warrior's family! After returning to the kingdom, erect a statue for him in the warrior forest under the main temple of Akata, the capital of the kingdom! Then let someone write a poem about the Northern Expedition, Sing it in the kingdom!"

"Understood. Your Highness."

Bertard nodded knowingly. The Warrior Forest is a newly built building in the capital, located under the main temple of Yakata, and it is used to commemorate the outstanding warriors who died in the war. This building not only has important religious significance, can inspire warriors to fight bravely, but also will unite the hearts of all parts of the kingdom. Now, as the first Prepecha warrior, Nekarwal will enter the forest of warriors, accept the admiration of future generations, and rest with the country.

Xiulot thought for a moment and asked aloud.

"Did Chichika leave any last words before she died?"

Berthard concentrating on recalling for a long time before saying.

"The warriors said that Chichika died in a fight. The battle was very fierce at that time. He kept shouting like a wild animal, cheering up the guards around him. After being shot to the point, he lost his strength in an instant and had no time to speak. I just glanced to the north, and fell to the ground. Probably because I was unwilling, and I didn’t wait for reinforcements until my death.”

"The Dogborn reinforcements will never arrive. The scouts report that thousands of the Red Crow tribe are fleeing to the east, and the rest of the valley tribes are also scattered."

Xiulot has received the latest information and has dispatched a pursuit force. Now, three thousand red frog warriors and six thousand Ottopan legions have all entered the Palms Valley. They will divide into three groups, and will not stop day and night. Take all the way to Palms City, block the east exit all the way, and block the northwest exit all the way. After all the exits are blocked, turn around and sweep, to flatten all the ministries in the valley.

"Before Chichika died, she should have left a last word."

The king thought for a while, and said with deep meaning.

"really."

Bertard nodded.

"Your Highness, what last words do you think are more appropriate?"

Shulot didn't answer right away. He patted Ozoma on the shoulder.

"Ah! Holy Chief Death!"

"Ozoma, when the tribal chiefs change in the wasteland, if there is bloodshed, what will the victors do and say?"

"Bleeding Replacement"

Some long bloody memories flashed in Ozoma's mind, making him shudder.

"Great chief, according to the customs of the wasteland, the victor will burn the previous chief to ashes, and then scatter into the wind with his own hands. He will pray to the Mother Earth, wishing the dead to turn into newborn babies of the tribe, and pray for the future prosperity of the tribe!"

"...It's a simple custom."

Hearing this, Shulot nodded slightly and ordered Berthard.

"Then, Chichika's last words are, 'The cactus tribe is also a tribe in the wasteland. If they died in battle at the hands of the Great Chief of Death, what is there to be sad about? Please scatter my body in the wind, and I will return to the embrace of the earth. Transformation into a baby in the cactus tribe. And the honor of the king of the wasteland is entrusted to you! Please treat the people of Guakili in the wasteland well, we are born from the same origin'”

Bertard took out a pen and paper and wrote down the words of the king. After writing, he added.

"Your Highness, I will arrange for people to sing Chichika's last words among the surrendered dogs."

"Very good! In a few days, I will hold a sacrificial ceremony in the city of Palms. First sacrifice him to the main god, then recite the dying poem, and finally deal with it according to the customs of the wasteland!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness."

The two looked at each other and smiled. The military battle of the Northern Expedition has basically been fought, and the next step is to consider these political issues. The kingdom wants to drive tens of thousands of melonjili dog descendants, and even recruit legions, but simply using force is not enough.

Ozoma stood aside, dumbfounded. After a while, he came back to his senses.

"The Great Chief Reaper is simply a jaguar with a fox's head. He is indeed much more cunning and smarter than the wolf king Chichika."

Thinking of this, Ozoma's eyes flickered for a while, and then he fell to his knees suddenly.

"The Great Chief!"

"Um?"

"The tribes in the valley were confused by the rumors, and they fled in fear of the great chief's reputation. The ancestors witnessed! I am willing to run for you and recruit the fleeing wilderness tribes!"

"Oh? You want to go to the valley and recruit all the ministries for me?"

Shulot looked serious, examining the kneeling Ozoma.

"Exactly! Great Chief, Red Deer Chief Massat has always been familiar with me. Just give me one night, and he will come early tomorrow morning to pledge his allegiance to the Great Chief!"

Ozoma knelt at the footsteps of the king, waiting like a loyal dog.

Shulot stared at Hui Ozoma, stretched out his hand, and held his hair. This is the courtesy of accepting allegiance. Then, the king said in a deep voice.

"Ozoma, I'm giving you this chance, don't let me down! Tell all the ministries in the valley that as long as you voluntarily surrender, you won't be sacrificed by the kingdom. Although I use the name of the god of death, I don't like killing people."

Having said that, the king raised his head and looked towards the distant sky. The sun was setting and the night was covering the land. The war in the north is coming to an end, but the long journey will never end. If you want to build a long-lasting empire, you must imprison heroes from all over the world and unite all ministries in the world. All the ministries in the world are the future subjects of the king; the bright moon is as clear as the heart of the king.