Aztec Eternals

As the mountain wind blows, the temple of the god of death seems to be alive, singing softly, telling ancient memories. The cold wind passed through the rows of skulls, making a "woo" sound like a Xiao. The suspended skeletons swayed with the wind, and sometimes collided with each other, making a "bang" sound like a drum.

Shulot pursed his lips and observed carefully. He also heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, but they were toothed bells hanging on the lower jaw of the skull, like the whispers of the dead. And all kinds of strange bone sounds came intertwined, forming a unique ensemble, which covered up the sound in the temple.

"All the guards, half guard His Highness, half surround the temple! There are two rows outside the temple, one with vertical shields and the other with bows. Surround them from all sides, like a pack of wolves hunting, don't let anyone go!"

Berthard lowered his voice and gave some instructions to the captains of the personal guard. The two hundred guards were then divided into two groups. A group of shields were held high, closely guarding Shulot. The other group spread out in all directions, surrounding the small death temple.

In just a few moments, two hundred elite Mexica warriors were ready to attack at any time.

"Your Highness, please stay here and wait patiently for a moment."

Berthard narrowed his eyes, grasped the bronze long sword with one hand, and took another large shield. Afterwards, he glanced at Naxiu who was wearing leather armor, saluted Shulot again, and rushed towards the mottled main entrance of the temple with dozens of personal guards.

The movement of the crowd had already alarmed the crowd in the temple. As soon as the warrior commander stepped into the main entrance, more than a dozen bone arrows struck!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"boom!."

Berthard dodged in an instant and quickly raised his shield. Most of the arrows fell into the empty space and hit the dark bricks. There was only one sharp feathered arrow, nailed fiercely on the wooden shield, making a dull "duh" sound.

"kill!"

Dozens of big shield guards swarmed up and quickly rushed into the temple. In the narrow temple, more than a dozen Tlaxcala warriors jumped out immediately. These warriors wore snake-print battle suits and waved obsidian battle sticks in their hands, and greeted the killing Mexica guards! Many warriors still carry conspicuous big bows on their backs, but they no longer have the opportunity to use them.

Berthard held a large shield and a bronze sword, but did not participate in the battle. He just patiently and keenly searched for the source of the sharp arrow.

"Whoosh!"

A bone arrow came with the howling of the god of death in an instant, and the angle was extremely tricky. A guard of the Great Shield let out a muffled grunt, and fell directly to the ground, with blood gushing from his neck.

Berthard took a quick look, and he was sure that the wound was vital and there was no cure. Then, he took a sudden step, like a jaguar finding its prey, and rushed towards the main hall of the temple!

"Guard Your Highness!"

Seeing the action of the samurai commander, the Tlaxcala warriors who were fighting fiercely all exclaimed. Then, they retreated quickly and gathered towards the center, regardless of the injuries on their bodies, they tightly blocked in front of the hall.

"Huh? Your Highness?"

Hearing this title, Bertard was slightly taken aback, and was temporarily in a daze.

"Whoosh!"

Another precise bone arrow was shot towards the vital point of the neck! The samurai chief is still in a trance, but his body has already reacted in time. He dodged with a dodge, and passed by the bone arrow of the god of death.

"Huh? Good marksmanship!"

Bertard looked calm, but a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes. Then, without hesitation, he let out a loud shout.

"Raise the shield and charge, and enter the hall!"

"kill!"

Dozens of personal guards charged in unison, wielding sharp copper axes. They slashed up and down vigorously, cutting through the enemy's battle clothes, cutting through the thin cotton armor, and then splitting the fragile body!

"Puff! Puff!!"

Soon, Dapeng's blood sprayed from the Tlaxcala warriors!

The personal guard warriors are superior in number, more skilled in combat skills, and have an advantage in weapons and equipment. It only took them half a moment to kill the enemy and retreat to the gate of the main hall. And within half an hour of killing, all the Tlaxcala warriors at the gate of the temple died.

The front of the Great Hall of the God of Death was covered with bright red, and more than a dozen corpses fell at the door densely. Afterwards, the scene in the hall was clearly revealed.

"Huh? Women and children?"

Berthard frowned, paying attention to the situation in the hall. I saw a young Ji warrior in his early twenties, holding a longbow, aiming at the dozens of guards outside the door. And behind Warrior Ji, a child's figure loomed.

"Cruel Mexica! You have come here!"

The young Ji Wushi looked at the people outside the hall, knowing that there was no way out. Her eyes were about to split open, she firmly blocked His Highness behind her, and shouted angrily.

"The head of the glorious family has committed suicide in the city, and all the adult descendants of the gods have died in battle, but you are not willing to let go of his last blood! The noble family of the descendants of the gods will be cut off today, and this fate will one day , will come upon you! In this temple of death I will curse you with my life, wicked Mexica!"

".Um?"

Hearing this, Bertard was slightly taken aback. Then, with a solemn expression, he asked in a deep voice.

"Warrior Ji, who is good at archery, which god-born family do you belong to? What is your name?"

"Bah! Wicked Mexica, don't fool me again!"

Warrior Ji let out a "bah", then suddenly drew his bow and shot at Botard.

"Duh!"

The samurai commander had been prepared for a long time, and he quickly raised his shield to block the sharp arrow accurately. Then, his expression turned cold, he looked at the guards around him, and waved forward.

"superior!"

"Wait a moment!"

Under the cover of several large shields, Shulot walked slowly into the temple, followed closely by Naxiu holding a bow. He moved his eyes, swept across the broken stone temple door, skipped over the dark brick floor, and saw the red-tongued death wolf statue. Then, he looked carefully at the altar with a black skull in the center, and then looked at the two people who were against the wall of the temple.

"Warrior Ji, who is good at shooting, if my guess is right."

Shulot's gaze paused for a moment on the snake pattern on Warrior Ji's battle suit, and then he asked affirmatively.

"Are you descendants of the water snake family?"

".The Evil Mexica Chief"

Warrior Ji tightened his bow and aimed at the young man in front of him. Even under the cover of the shield, she has no chance of hitting the opponent, but she still has to put up a gesture of resistance!

"Who are you?!"

".Um."

Shulot pondered for a while and said with a smile.

"I am the person sent by His Highness the God of Death to obtain the prophecy from the priest of the God of Death."

"What!"

Ji Wushi stared blankly for a few breaths, grief and indignation appeared on his face.

"Aren't you arresting His Highness's pursuers?"

".Um."

Shulot smiled and spoke calmly.

"Meeting you today was just a coincidence, an arrangement of unpredictable fate or perhaps, an arrangement of death."

"Ah! Chance. God of hunting! You have abandoned us! I curse you!"

Ji Wushi trembled all over, looked up at the sky, tears welling from the corners of his eyes.

"White Snake Slave and the others, didn't they come to arrest us?"

A seven or eight-year-old boy cautiously poked his head out from behind Warrior Ji. He looked at the corpses on the ground in fear, and then at the Mexica on the opposite side, and asked in a low voice.

"Can we...can escape?"

".Your Highness"

Warrior White Snake's heart trembled. She was in a hurry, trying to keep the boy behind her, but the boy always popped up and looked outside. In the end, she simply dropped the longbow, hugged the boy in her arms, and covered his eyes.

"Your Highness, if you don't see us here, we won't go either."

Dozens of warriors armed with large shields and bronze soldiers surrounded the small temple. However, without His Highness's order, they just remained motionless, watching the two of them silently and sternly.

"."

Shulot watched quietly for a while, and suddenly a bit of softness gushed out of his rock-solid heart. He smiled and said calmly.

"We are here to find the priests of the death god and those who ask for the prophecy. It is not my duty to arrest you. As long as you tell me where the priests of the god of death are, I can let you go!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Hearing this, the White Snake Ji warrior was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a stern laugh.

"Death Priest? Ask for a prophecy? Haha, hahaha!"

Hoarse laughter echoed in the temple of the god of death, accompanied by the ringing of skeleton bells, echoing in the cold sky. The sky is a pure blue, and the mountain tops are a pure white. And the ground under his feet is pure black mixed with pure red. Then, a shrill voice disrupted all the colors, even with madness.

"Prophecy? There are no prophecies, only nonsense! The old priest made some random prophecies, dared to curse the Four Kingdoms Alliance, and threatened my Highness that I have already killed him!"