Aztec Eternals

On the highlands of Central America, October is not a cold autumn, and there are no falling maple leaves, only evergreen pines and firs. The autumn wind gently blows across the cheeks, and the air is full of fresh pines and cypresses, as well as a faint fragrance of flowers.

Shulot stood on the hill, looking at the army array that was handing over the prisoners not far away. The news of the truce was like the warm sunshine, putting relaxed smiles on the faces of the warriors on both sides. The Mexica warriors talked about plans to return home, and the militiamen breathed a sigh of relief. They will no longer fight for their lives with the guerrilla Otomi in the mountains and forests.

Under the command of Bertard, 900 Ottopan prisoners and 1,000 people with food for five months were sent to the opposite side in turn. Giova didn't show up, and an unknown Otomi officer, with an unshakable face, was assigned to such an errand destined to be infamous. He didn't look at the released prisoners, but carefully checked the amount of food, and then waved his hand, and a thousand unarmed civilian warriors were escorted over and handed over to the Mexica.

Shulot carefully observed the civilian warriors of the Xilotepec city-state. At the beginning, the faces of the commoner warriors were filled with the bewilderment of being disarmed, followed by the disbelief of being traded, and finally the anger and despair of being betrayed. The boy nodded in satisfaction. These people will be handed over to the jurisdiction of Bertard, and then they will be recruited and treated preferentially, becoming the first batch of Otomi people who surrendered to the alliance.

Beside Shulot, "Monkey" Kuluka looked enviously at the back of the warrior commander. These Otomi people will obviously be reused by the alliance and become the basis for the future rule of the city-state of Xilotepec in Mexico. Now, Bertard can govern them and exert influence on these people, which means that he has the qualifications to become the lord of a state.

The boy didn't look any further. He smelled the fragrance of flowers in the air, and wandered among the green pine forests, looking for the source of the fragrance. After a long time, he stopped in front of an unusually tall giant tree, and the comfortable fragrance wafted in the wind, accompanied by the faint cry of an eagle.

This is a majestic Mexican bald cypress, standing beside the stream in vicissitudes. It is 50 meters high and nearly 4 meters in diameter at breast height. The straight trunk extends endlessly upwards, as if protruding into the clouds, while the fir leaves full of trees hang down, like the sacred green feathers of the Feathered Serpent. Among the beautifully swaying feathers, there are light green and white flower balls, which are pregnant with the seeds that will mature in the coming year, exuding pleasant freshness.

Xiuluo nodded, this is the source of the aroma. This giant tree stands quietly in the mountains and forests, listening to the melody of the stream, spent a long time of thousands of years, and grows into the fairy that came from the myth, the sleeping ancient forest.

"What a majestic yew tree!" The young man sighed at the beauty of the giant tree.

"Commander of the Priests, this is Avivite, the standing drum in the water, also the old man in the water, it is a symbol of authority! Since the death of the great Montezuma, we also call it Montezuma cypress, because this tree has a natural spirit. "

At some point, "Monkey" Kuluka had already moved to the side of the boy, explaining with a smile on his face.

"Avivit? Soul?" The young man was slightly taken aback, then nodded. Avitsotel means "the elf in the water like a pine tree", so Avivit is naturally "the pine and cypress in the water".

"Exactly! In the mythology of the Mixtec and Zapotec people in the south, they have the same noble ancestor, that is the tree soul of Avivit.

They call themselves the people of the clouds, who came from the clouds and came with the rain. If you blend into the towering Avivit, you will become the most noble priest; if you blend into the mighty jaguar, you will become a noble warrior; if you blend into the ordinary soil, you will become an ordinary civilian; if you fall into a cave, you will become, you will become.”

Kuluka froze suddenly.

"Become the lowest slave?" The young man subconsciously asked.

"No, at that time they will turn into spirits of animals and humans, wear pointed hoods, and become Kamazoz, vampire bats that sow death!" Kuluka thought hard, and then put a The image of Batman is drawn.

Shulot was dumbfounded, and then smiled amusedly. "Death Bat" Kamazoz is the origin of the image of the later superhero "Batman".

Shulot smiled slightly, and patted Kuluka on the shoulder. "Monkey" is indeed smart and knows a lot. Kulka smiled at the boy's joy. Then, the boy's ears moved.

"Monkey, did you hear any sound? Is it an eagle calling?" Hearing the sound, the young man raised his head and looked at the top of the tall tree, where the leaves were like fallen feathers, blocking all prying eyes.

Kuluka turned his head sideways, blinking his eyes. Immediately, he seemed to have discovered something, threw the weapon behind his back, and half-embraced the huge Avivite tree with both hands, like an agile ape, he rushed up quickly and disappeared among the graceful falling feathers.

After a short while, Kuluka poked his head out from the top of a forty to fifty meter tall tree. He crossed his legs around the tree trunk, held the branch with his left hand, held something in his right hand, tilted his head upside down, and shouted to the young man below in surprise: "My lord, there is a golden eagle cub here!"

Then, "Monkey" turned slightly sideways, carefully protected his right hand, and adjusted his upper body posture. Then he let go of his left hand and legs alternately, and just like that, he slid down from the top of the 50-meter-high tree with a "chiliu, chiliu".

The boy opened his eyes wide, watching the Kuluka magic soldier descend from the sky. Then all the attention was attracted by the little creature he held in both hands.

This is indeed a golden eagle cub. It has pure and innocent eyes, a pink and white short beak, white and soft young feathers, and slightly brown wings. This sky lord, who can only live for thirty years, is in its youngest infant age.

"My lord, this golden eagle cub hasn't even grown its first feathers. It's only three months old at most." Kuluka grinned and handed the golden eagle cub to the boy.

Shulot subconsciously stretched out his hand, and gently took the little golden eagle, which was only the size of a palm. This little creature glanced at the boy with pure black eyes, then gently rubbed its small head against the boy's palm, as soft as a ball of cotton. Then, it uttered a few weak hawk cries, and lay down powerlessly on the boy's palm.

"It seems to be very hungry." The young man gently touched the little golden eagle's belly, it was soft and flat, as if it was really hungry.

"Looks like it hasn't eaten in days. Maybe something happened to its parents, maybe it was caught and eaten by the Otomi."

Kuluka responded casually, rummaging through his hands to salute, and finally found a strip of dried venison. The boy dipped some water and carefully fed it to the little golden eagle. It just licked its short beak, gnawed the dried meat strips hard and anxiously, but couldn't stop biting.

The boy smiled lightly, took the strip of meat out of its beak, and watched it flap its soft wings anxiously. Then he took the freshly cut pieces of meat from Kuluka and fed them to the little golden eagle little by little. Before he knew it, a happy smile that he hadn't seen for a long time appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Shulot's smile, Kuluka also grinned, like a proud big horse monkey.

After feeding the meat strips and clear water, the little golden eagle uttered a crisp cry again, but it was obviously much louder. Then, it tilted its head and rubbed against the boy's palm for a while, then folded its wings on its belly, and fell asleep comfortably.

The young man happily looked at the sleeping little golden eagle, and then at the towering sacred tree in front of him, the corner of his mouth curled into a happy arc:

"Since I found you on the Avivit tree, I will call you Avivit from now on!"

The appearance of little Avivit brought great joy to Shulot. The battles and fights during this period of time, the bloody deaths he witnessed, accumulated in the young man's heart one by one, continuously depicting the destruction of life. And little Avivit is like the hope bred in the darkness, like a beam of pure light, dispelling the depression of the young warrior's heart.

Afterwards, Shulot carefully made a warm nest for little Avivit with cotton cloth and feathers, and then packed the eagle's nest into a wooden box, carried it on his back, and took care of it carefully.

In this way, during the day, Shulot is the masked commander, solemn and majestic, commanding the army, deterring the rebellious generals, and appease the surrendered Otomi people. At night, Shulot is a thirteen-year-old boy, relaxed and cheerful, with a sincere smile, teasing the little white Avivit, staring closely at its eyes, and stroking its soft feathers. Darkness and light, thus balancing day and night.

Twelve thousand Mexica warriors set off one after another. The army went all the way east, leaving the hungry Otomi people, abandoning the mountain camps along the way, and heading towards the Hirotepec camp. Ten days later, the army finally arrived at the fourth camp. The young man reminisced for a moment on the former battlefield, and then he looked serious and attracted the poet and warrior Paramo.

"Palamo, how are you doing in the logistics camp these days?"

We haven't seen each other for two weeks, and Palamo is no longer the thin and handsome appearance when we first met. He was haggard, his hair was not combed, and his face was obviously fatter. What remained unchanged was the elegant melancholy in his eyes.

"Master Priest, the logistics camp is very good, and the food is good, but it is too busy. Every day, I have to count a lot of supplies, calculate the consumption of supplies, and record them one by one on the wooden board. The flowers in my heart have completely withered Yes." Paramo sighed, and answered respectfully and honestly.

Leading the legion for the first time, Xiulot did not modify the customary regulations in the army too much, but only increased the management of logistics. The task of logistics officers has suddenly increased. They must accurately record the daily supply, strictly formulate food consumption plans, and try to improve the transfer efficiency.

Under the heavy workload, Palamo was as busy as a spinning top, and he didn't even have time to take care of himself.

Looking at the respectful Balamo, Xiu Luote expressed his satisfaction. It seems that the polishing effect is good, and he can add some more burdens.

"Paramo, I will give you one thousand warriors and three thousand militiamen. I will hand over this camp to you later! For the next five months, 34,000 people will be delivered with food every month. You It needs to be traded with the army of the Ottopan city-state once a month, and the captured Mexica warriors and luxury goods with half the value are exchanged for food.

You must be careful and be defensive! Regularly contact the regiments at Hirotepe's Great Battalion. Also, keep your accounts clear when you trade! I will hand it over to the Quartermaster Boguilei to check the calculations. If there is more, I will hand it over, and if there is less, I will make up for it! "

Because of the arrival of little Avivit, Shulott has been in a good mood recently, so he made a rare joke.

"Yes! I obey you, my Commander-in-Chief of Priests!" The light-hearted jokes turned into a mountain of pressure in the ears of Balamour, and also brought inspiration from romantic poets. Balamo turned and left melancholy, chanting in a low voice.

"I held up my heavy heart, solemn and solemn. The sorrow buried in my heart was piled up into a mountain, and it was dark. I was waiting, waiting for a breeze to blow the dead ashes again. Ah, that is my free love! "

Not far away, Xiulot smiled lightly. It seems that the burden is not enough.

The legion stopped for a short time, and then continued to set off. Three days later, when Shulot saw the city of Xilotepec again, the city-state of Otomi, which had first surrendered and then rebelled, had been completely besieged. The city-state was blocked by camps on all sides, and the water, food, salt, and timber supplies were completely cut off. Thousands of Mexica warriors were stationed and patrolled between the camps, and not even a single hare could pass through the tight defense lines.

Shulot was a little surprised, it seemed that more than 40,000 Mexica warriors had gathered here. After going back and forth for more than 20 days, Avit has not gone south yet?

The boy thought for a moment, then handed over the legion to Bertard for arrangement. Then under the protection of the guards, the young man hurried to the camp by the river with the wooden box of Eagle's Nest on his back. He saw the huge fleet gathered by the river, and the grain ships that kept coming and going. It seemed that the food supply had recovered again. up?

With a stomach full of puzzlement, Shulot went straight to the king's tent in the middle of the camp. The camp was solemn, but there was an indescribably strange atmosphere. The young man observed all the way, and the warriors seemed to have good morale, but the eyes of the great nobles he encountered occasionally flickered, and the heads of the city-states also had wandering eyes.

This kind of atmosphere is not at all like the return of all hearts in the banquet after Tisok's death, but rather like a storm that is about to come.

Before reaching the king's tent, Shulot opened it, but there was no one inside. Even the bonfire was already cold, maybe it wasn't lit today. Then he continued to look for a wooden house for living and accommodation, and finally found Avit.

Avet didn't wear the majestic king's clothes, but only wore a loose white robe, which looked extraordinarily young. He leaned against the wooden wall behind him, holding in his hand the wooden board that Shulott had written in his spare time, and carefully looked at it.

In a panic, Xiu Luote snatched the wooden board from his friend and glanced at the Chinese characters on it. The first line began with "King Wu overthrew Zhou", followed by "Duke Zhou assisting the government". The next line is the juvenile's random connection, "Zhou Gong vomits and feeds, and the world returns to its heart" in the short song line.

Avette raised his head and looked at the young man gently, with a sad smile on his face: "Sholot, you are back? How is the negotiation with the Otomi people this time?"

Xiulot performed a serious courtesy, and then asked eagerly: "Avit, didn't you decide to go south to the capital quickly and formally inherit the king, why haven't you set off yet?"

Avet smiled wryly, he spread his hands, and shook his head helplessly: "What can I do? I received information two weeks ago that that old fellow Kechar invited the great Sivakvatl to protect the fourth generation of Mo The towering sacred tree of the Xijia eagle, the ancestor who has retired from illness for many years, the immortal sun of the Mexica, my eighty-five-year-old great-uncle, Traca Eler!"

"What! The immortal sun, Trakaeler is still alive?!" The young man was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, and then he felt emotional.

Perhaps in this world, there is really a sign of destiny, and all things are vaguely relative. Then, Trakaeler is the sacred tree by the river, standing quietly in the past of the empire. Compared with him, Shulot and Avette are just born young eagles under the blessing of the sacred tree, and they are not yet fully grown sky overlords!

The two were silent for a while. And in the wooden box behind the boy, little Avivit was just woken up by the sound of exclamation. It poked its head out, looked at the two of them, and let out a chirping cry. At this time, its wings were not full, and its wings were about to fly.

Uh, Avivit, who is debuting for the first time, asks for a recommendation. (￣￣)