Aztec Eternals

Time is always elusive, and its speed changes with the feeling of people's hearts. In the quiet big tent, it seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a century.

Kuluka fell on the ground, trembling weakly like a weed swaying in the wind. Facing the scorching sun in the sky, what can the weeds on the ground say? He was just losing moisture and vitality under the roasting.

There was a moment of silence. Then, on the stone seat in the center of the big tent, there was another soul-stirring sound.

It was only then that Kuluka spoke with difficulty, trying to maintain a calm answer:

"Your Royal Highness, I am an excellent warrior, and I am also an excellent commander. I am familiar with the geographical environment, good at judging the situation, and can lead the army to fight for you. I have keen observation skills and can grasp When the time is right, I can be your assistant. I am also good at mathematics and understand civil engineering, so I can manage craftsmen for you.

I am a civilian samurai, understand the thoughts of ordinary samurai, care about their lives, and get along well with the militiamen. The soldiers in the camp recognized me and supported me. I have thus become an interim commander."

Shulot listened to Kuluka's self-recommendation with great interest, and quietly observed the teacher on the stone seat.

Avit's brows were slightly frowned, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and the corners of his mouth tightened slightly. Knowing the teacher well, he immediately confirmed that because of a certain sentence from Kuluka, Avit was completely moved to kill him.

Kuluka didn't dare to look up. Unaware, he continued the life-and-death interview:

"I was born in an ordinary warrior family. My grandfather followed the great Montezuma I and became a military noble with his military exploits. My father followed the Asaya Cartel and died of illness while fighting in the southern rainforest. The military nobles could not Inheritance, my father and I are just ordinary civilian warriors.

Civilian warriors are very tough. It wasn't until I was in my thirties that I was lucky enough to become a military nobleman. I don't want my children and grandchildren to continue repeating this difficult struggle. As long as you promise me the inheritance of the second-class hereditary nobility, I swear to the sun god Vitzilopochtli: I will always be loyal to you in this life and never betray you! .”

Xiulot nodded slightly, military nobles are the dividing line between civilians and nobles. As a commoner, Kuluka was able to be promoted to a military nobleman in his early thirties, which is actually enough to prove his excellent ability and flexibility in handling things. First-class military nobles are like knights, with some land and privileges.

The second-class hereditary nobility is between the viscount and baron. The so-called hereditary word refers to the privilege of passing on to future generations. Once you become a hereditary noble, you will enter the great aristocratic class that rests with the country. The difficulty of this threshold can be imagined.

Hearing Kuluka's self-price, Avitt said nothing.

The majestic king just turned his face slightly, stopped looking at Kuluka, and then swept the back of his hand lightly.

The guards immediately understood. Two tall jaguar fighters stepped forward again, each grabbing one of Kuluka's arms, like grabbing a monkey before execution, and dragging him directly outside the tent.

Kuluka struggled violently, but couldn't break free from the grip of the jaguar fighter. The desire to survive made him speak at the fastest speed, and with all his strength, he shouted out the most authentic voice:

"Tisok is just an old jaguar! The siege failed, and he has been deserted! His weakness is so obvious that he can no longer deter beasts and drive coyotes like me. The camp is lost, and all that awaits him Dead left!"

Avit turned his face again, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He carefully studied Kuluka's expression. The guards stopped immediately, leaving Kuluka at the gate of life and death.

Kuluka took a deep breath, risked everything, and shouted loudly to the king on the stone seat again:

"You are the young jaguar, the new king of the Mexica jungle, full of wisdom and strength! I am willing to be your war dog, to drive you, chasing grass rats and hares, hunting wild deer on the run, until I die at your feet Before getting old!"

Avet's gaze brought a little scrutiny. Relying on the familiar tacit understanding, the boy felt that the teacher's killing intent was weakening.

"If you are willing to become a condor, fly to the vast sky, cross the jungles and mountains of Mexica, and go above the tribes of Mexico! Then I will be your most loyal arm, your wolf pack, for you Kill jaguars and bears, and let the glory of the patron saint spread throughout the plateau! As long as the condor does not fall to the ground, the coyote will be no threat throughout his life!"

Kuluka's face turned red. Between life and death, his heart was beating violently, there was deep fear on his face, and there was also an inexplicable excitement, and he even waved his arms unconsciously.

Shulot observed the simple warrior's movements and expressions. Well, the stimulation is too strong, the adrenaline is secreted rapidly, and I will definitely lose my strength after a while.

"How can there be absolute loyalty in this world? My loyalty depends only on you! Great Tratoani, future great king!"

Kulka struggled to yell out the last sentence. Immediately, it was completely drained of strength, like a dehydrated fish, hanging on the arm of the jaguar warrior.

The young man smiled silently. Not bad, no matter how excited he was, Kuluka did not completely lose his mind, and his desire to survive was very strong.

Avet pondered slightly, then smiled softly: "Condor, coyote? They are eloquent."

Then, he made a gesture to bring it over. The guards brought Kuluka back to the place again. As soon as they let go, Kuluka lost his strength and slid down. He was like a broken dry grass, lying obliquely on the ground, with only half of his face exposed to the sharp eyes.

Shulot thought quickly. He could always feel Avet's killing intent towards Kuluka. Where does this constant killing intent come from? He thought of the time when the killing intent was at its peak, when Kuluka said that he was elected as the commander by the camp.

Immediately, the young man suddenly realized: Avette has always liked to give both kindness and kindness. This time it was a peaceful capture of the camp, with a generous promise to the warriors. The favor is already there, but the majesty seems insufficient. In order to quickly establish prestige, Kuluka was selected to kill chickens for monkeys.

Because Kuluka is supported by some soldiers and has served as the commander of the camp, staying in the camp is always a hidden danger. The fate-determining battle is imminent, and the teacher is not going to leave any potential unrest, even if there is only a slight possibility, he would rather kill.

"Kill one person and shake the army, kill him; reward one person and make ten thousand people happy, reward him." An old Chinese saying came to mind of the young man.

Talent is rare. If you wait any longer, Kuluka will still die. Xiulot thought for a while and decided to save people.

"Avette." The young man showed a joyful smile, "Although this Kuluka is only a commoner, he is a rare talent. Since he knows mathematics and is good at civil engineering, let him join my team of craftsmen. I Will keep him with him at all times, under Bertard's watchful eye."

"Now we have 30,000 samurai and nearly 30,000 militiamen, and the next step is to win!" Speaking of this, the joyful emotion finally came from the heart, overflowing on the boy's face.

Avitt on the stone seat looked at the boy, his cold eyes finally softened. The king's coldness was temporarily replaced by the teacher's gentleness. He smiled slightly and nodded to Xiu Luote.

After a moment of pondering, the cold and majestic voice sounded again: "Kuluka, do you still want to become a second-class hereditary nobleman?"

Kuluka on the ground barely recovered from the loss of strength. He knelt down hard, and when he heard the question, he first nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head desperately.

A chuckle sounded from the stone seat, followed by an unquestionable order: "Kuluka, from now on, you must dedicate your loyalty to Priest Shulot. The eagle will never allow the dog's betrayal, even if you have such an idea , also means death! Do your part well, before you die, I will allow you to inherit the hereditary nobility!"

Kuluka fell to the ground respectfully again: "I obey your will, the great Grand Tratoani!" His head was deeply buried on the ground, and he let out an inaudible sigh, and his life was finally saved.

Immediately, Avit waved his hand again. The guards stepped forward and took Kuluka down. When passing Shulot, Kuluka tried to squeeze out a sincere smile: "I salute you, kind priest."

The young man nodded slightly and smiled gently.

Avit looked around the generals majestically, and gave the command for the decisive battle: "Return to the camp tonight to prepare, and set off tomorrow. Thirty thousand warriors go out to the western mountain camp, waiting for our last prey! Roar!"

All the generals in the tent responded in unison, and the roar of battle was like the howling of wolves. The confidence in winning the decisive battle and the desire for future glory all turned into a raging fighting spirit, burning in the eyes of everyone and roaring in the chest of the warrior.

At this moment, being infected by the warm atmosphere, Xiu Luote couldn't help but let out a long roar, with a strong feeling!

Then came the cruelty of the king again.

"Ketokko violated my order and didn't call to open the gate of the camp. He must be punished. Tomorrow morning, when all the troops gather, we will take him to sacrifice the flag and pass it on to the first three armies!"

Shulot lowered his head slightly. The decisive battle is imminent, if you want to show both kindness and strength, you can only borrow someone's head. Now that the simple warrior Kulka has been saved, let's use the great noble Ketoko to arrive.

"All the generals listen to the order: There will be victory and no defeat in this battle. This is the will of God and must not be violated!"

Avit stood up, and raised the staff again, like the incarnation of a god.

Everyone in the tent suddenly fell silent. All the generals bowed down in unison, and promised again with a loud bang. They are welcoming the new scorching sun to replace the old afterglow!