Aztec Eternals

The summer is scorching, and the autumn wind is blowing. This is the node of death and harvest, like the yellowing withered grass in the mountains. Teams of dog-born warriors escorted hundreds of young Mixtecs, carrying looted property, on their way back north.

The same scene also appeared in the north of the Tehuacan Valley, which was conquered by the Mexica. The resistance of all tribes turned into death and ashes.

And in the valley further south, the dog-born warriors of the brigade wore leather armor, held bronze soldiers, and wore bone ornaments, running and patrolling indefinitely. The howling sound like a wolf echoed between the mountains and valleys, accompanied by the sound of fighting that erupted from time to time. After a moment of fierce shouting, there was a dead silence.

At this time, the Mystec captives who were busy digging pits would always pause for a while, showing uncontrollable fear on their faces. Then, the whips of the surrendered soldiers in Shenshi City would be mercilessly swung down, urging the captives to continue. Where every valley tribe was destroyed, there was a bloody pit. In the earth pit, the revered priests in the cloud, the noble warriors of Kamishiro, and the humble militiamen of the village all overlapped and were gradually buried by the soil. After the bones were buried, the young and strong male and female captives would be picked out, and they would take the looted tribal food and property on their backs and embark on the long journey north.

As for the remaining old, weak and children, the Mexica warriors didn't care, and they didn't do unnecessary killings. The jaguar in the jungle never expends unnecessary energy to catch food that cannot be taken away. What's more, the benevolent Highness has always disliked slaughter, so the warriors under his command will naturally restrain themselves.

Crowds of young and strong captives gathered like streams or obedient deer from all over the valley until Huacongzhai in the north. Afterwards, the herd of deer gathered into tens of thousands of torrents, stepped into the desolate land of Tlaxcala, and went to the farther north.

"North, what is it? I heard from the high-ranking leader that it is also the territory of the northern barbarians. There are white-skinned snake people everywhere, just like the green-skinned jaguar people. They dig their hearts and sacrifice, which is extremely cruel. By the way, And red-haired werewolves eating people!"

Tribeman Didi lowered his head and carefully glanced at the dogborn hunters. Then, he looked to the north of the plateau, a place he had never been to, like a deep black abyss under an ant nest.

"The headman often said that the north is the land of Tlaxcala. The warriors wear white battle clothes and claim to be descendants of the serpent in the cloud. The northwest is the land of the Aztecs. The warriors wear dark green uniforms. Battle suits, which call themselves ferocious jaguars. Only the south is the land of the ancient rain god! The warriors wear blue battle suits, and they are descendants of the rain god, conceived from the sacred tree in the cloud, not offspring of what birds and beasts?"

Thinking of this, Didi shook his head in confusion. As a low-level tribesman, he couldn't tell the difference between so many, and he didn't understand divinity and birds and beasts. In the tribe, he always listened to the words of the headman, bowed his head and bowed his head all day long, worked hard in the fields, and never thought about it.

Only now, he was captured by the red-haired barbarian and walked for a long time. Along the way, many nobles and priests who looked like gods were killed by the barbarians before his eyes and buried by his own hands, just like the turkeys in the village. But now, his body is wearing the clothes of the headman, and he is even stained with blood.

"No, the priests in the tribe will dig out their hearts and offer sacrifices. Isn't that the same, as cruel as the barbarians?"

Ant-man Didi was thinking wildly, and even dared to question the words of the founder. Inexplicably, he suddenly seemed to have something more in his heart, but he couldn't figure it out. However, the road ahead is still long, maybe longer than he imagined, and he will always have a chance to understand.

"Woo, woo, rain god! That's, that's... woo!"

Didi was walking with his head bowed, when the cries among the captives suddenly became louder, and even the spears swung by the dog-born warriors couldn't stop it.

"ah!"

The cry of fear and fear echoed throughout the entire team. Many older captives fell to their knees, facing forward, weeping in despair. And Didi, being taken by them, also knelt down on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

Not far ahead is the sacred Cloud Temple, where the legendary Rain God and his servants live. But at this moment, beside the stone statue in front of the temple in the cloud, there is a tall Beijing temple.

Thousands of heads were piled together, already rotting in the hot summer heat. But at the highest point, on the large head, there is still a sacred and bright feather crown, representing the priests of the rain god, the identity of respecting immortality!

At this moment, Didi's mind went blank. That is not the fear of death, but some kind of fear that goes beyond death and reaches deep in the heart, the fear of the death of the gods. The humble ant people fell on the ground, trembling, unable to believe, unable to control themselves, just crying and murmuring.

"Ah! The priests of the temple in the cloud, the masters who are bigger than the sky, are all dead? Ah! How could this happen! Ah!"

"Bah! Weeping like this, I'm not even afraid of death. What a strange southern tribe!"

The hunter Cha Bo gritted his teeth fiercely, lowered the spear in his hand, gave a sharp "Pooh", and left the howling crowd. At this moment, these captives seemed to be confused by their souls, like walking corpses, crying in despair and wailing crazily. Even the threat of death in front of them could not stop them. At this moment, such a Mixtec made even experienced wasteland hunters feel a trace of deep uneasiness.

"Don't worry! They just cry for a while, and when they cry enough, howl enough, and have no strength, they will go on the road again. These southern tribes regard gods more than their own lives!"

Hunter Mikui looked at it for a while, then shook his head meaninglessly. However, he also clenched the spear tightly in his hand, keeping the hunter vigilant.

"Hey! It's really bad luck to cry."

Hunter Chabo pouted. He tilted his head, looked at the Beijing Temple, which was not very scary to him, and then looked at the temple in the distance, and the black wolf guards stationed outside the temple.

"Huh? Mikui, you said that the mighty Black Wolf Chief is in this temple in the cloud?"

"Ah, no way? The mighty chief of the black wolf should be leading an army to plunder further south of the valley. I heard that the chief's men have thousands of troops surrendered. It burned to the other side of the mountain!"

"Hey, what's the use of a few thousand soldiers from the southern tribes. That is, when attacking the city, they are driven to the stockade. If you really want to fight in the wild, two thousand elite legions will be able to overwhelm them!"

The hunter Chabo held his head high, showing some disdain for the combat effectiveness of the Mystek soldiers. Afterwards, he looked at the temple in the mountain again, imagined the belongings inside, and couldn't help but licked his lips.

"Mikui, if the chief of the black wolf is not here, why is there a guard of the chief at the entrance of the temple? The temples of the southern tribes are very rich. If we can go in, we can grab two of them."

"What?! Chabo, you can't do anything reckless! The great chief is really ruthless in running the army. If you don't want to live, don't take me with you!"

Hearing this, the hunter Mikui was startled. He quickly covered Cha Bo's mouth and pulled Cha Bo a few steps away. The cries of the prisoners continued, covering up all subsequent conversations.

The hunter Miquel held Chabo, muttered a few words in a low voice, and then pointed to the grain bamboo basket that Didi was carrying. Cha Bo was startled, lowered his voice, and asked something hastily. Mi Kui nodded affirmatively, and the two of them smiled happily together.

"Okay, that's great, Mother Earth is good! Mikui, my good brother, when we return to the tribe's banner team, we will sell those things and let the banner team have a good year!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down! Although the great chief turned a blind eye, he will not be soft if he is really found out by the war priests accompanying the army!"

".Yes, what you said is right. However, the war priests of the main god will generally let go and will not pursue it seriously. We snatched it with one ax and one spear. Why should we hand it over to the legion?. Hey! It’s better to be the Great Chief Black Wolf, the Mother Earth Goddess, better than the Priest of the Lord God!”

Chabo, the hunter, had a happy expression on his face, yelled excitedly for a while, and even said some forbidden words. Then, he scratched his head, still a little strange.

"There are so many guards of the great chief, so many elite warriors... What is there in this temple in the cloud?"

"Never mind it! Maybe it's some important sacrifice, the great chiefs value it the most."

Hunter Miku didn't care. His gaze has been fixed on the back of Ant Man Didi. Until Didi finished crying and stood up absent-mindedly, the heavy bamboo basket was still stable and did not fall over at all.

"Well, this prisoner is not bad!"

Chabo and Mikui looked at each other, smiled and nodded. Then, two stern howls of wolves sounded from their mouths, which were breathtaking and reached the ears of the weeping captives.

"Aww, aww! Rain God, dead! Lord God, supreme! Go, turkeys, continue north, go!"

Under the orders of the dog-born warriors, the captives of Thousand Mysterk staggered, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the north numbly. At this moment, their eyes were filled with dead silence, and there was no longer any hope for the Rain God. And the land of death is full of colors, using the dead bones of the gods to breed new beliefs and new vitality.