Aztec Eternals

The gorgeous light cast by the setting sun is like the majestic gaze of a god looking down, leaving a slanted reflection in the world. The tops of the temples and palaces are reflected in the sunset, shining with unsightly brilliance, turning into the seat of the heaven on earth.

On the throne, there is an old man who has ruled the empire for fifty years. The rays of the sun blurred his face, leaving only a pair of ruthless eyes that embrace the world and have gone through the vicissitudes of the century.

Hearing the words of the chief priest Kechar, the old man lowered his head slightly and looked at the young man whose feet were like leaves. Seeing the youth's sprout-like age, the old man sighed softly.

The sigh of the rain god will turn into the autumn wind, and when the autumn wind blows past, the leaves will rustle down, falling into the dust and mud.

"Is this child the grandson of Little Xiutel? Thirteen years old this year?"

The old man asked calmly. Time has aged his voice, but it has only erased the emotion in the voice, but cannot change the consistent hardness.

"Yes, sir. Shulot is one of the many grandsons of the High Priest of Shuttle. He is considered a branch of the royal family, but four generations have passed. I heard that in exchange for the support of Shuttle, Avit Make him the heir. Montezuma II, the direct son of the Asaya Cartel, is seven years old this year."

Kechar continued to smile, bowing his head respectfully.

Then, he pondered for a moment, and added: "This child has Su Hui. Some people claim that he is the reincarnation of the great Montezuma I."

Having said that, Kechar had a gentle smile on his face. He couldn't be more clear about the origin of this rumor.

Hearing the name of the deceased brother, the old man's eyes were fixed. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Kechar. The chief priest bowed his head calmly again.

The old man didn't ask. He quietly looked at the crowd at his feet, at the king and the boy under the banner, and at the afterglow of the sun drowning them. After a while, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Kechar. Avet killed Tisok. Is it right?"

Kechar narrowed his gaze. He carefully weighed every word the old man said before he lowered his head and answered cautiously.

"His Royal Highness Avit is more capable on the battlefield than King Tisok, and the replacement of the throne is beneficial to the future of the royal family. However, the process of his killing Tisok was too rough, which damaged the majesty of the royal family. Moreover, this seizure did not Seek your opinion in advance. In my humble opinion, even if the seizure is correct, it should be punished."

The old man nodded lightly in a subtle way. This movement was keenly captured by Kechar, who had been with him for many years, and the chief priest smiled again.

"Troll of the Nezaval family is in Atotonilco, and now he has 16,000 people in his hands?" the old man asked in a declarative tone.

"Yes, the elder sees it clearly. Commander Troll has broken away from contact with the Tlaxcalans. He has 8,000 warriors directly under Texcoco and 8,000 warriors from the eastern city-state. After the failure of the siege of Ottopan , the Tlaxcalans will no longer attack, and the northeast border is now just a confrontation."

Kechar reported respectfully, and then fell silent.

The old man pondered again. This time, he was silent for a long time, the palace was full of solemnity, and Ugel also held his breath. Coupled with the statue-like elder guards at the rear, the huge palace is like a solidified oil painting, painted with the red glow of the setting sun, and like a silent god's domain, where needles can be heard.

"Kechar, you go to meet Avit. Tell him to come to see me tomorrow and take over the throne."

The old man was calm, deciding the future king.

"You prepare for Avit's succession ceremony. Recall Troll, deprive him of the power to command the army, and then execute him, and show his head to the public. The charge is that he left his post without permission, lost the food road, and led to the failure of the siege of Ottopan. After everything is completed, Send this news to Bilil of Nezawar's family and let me know his reaction."

The old man indifferently announced the fate of everyone, like the primordial sun that controls fate.

"After the succession ceremony, the children of the Xiutel family will be handed over to you. Little Xiutel has followed his elder brother for many years, and remember to let his grandson go without pain."

Speaking of cold words, there was a trace of gentleness in the eyes of the old man. It was a long and tender memory, so long that the elder brother was still in his prime, and the high priest Shuttle was also thirteen years old.

"Follow your will." Kechar still had an impeccable smile on his face. He saluted deeply.

"Go down. I'm tired." The old man finally said.

Under the setting sun, he slowly closed his eyes, and fell into the distant memories, those years of fighting with unlimited energy.

Kechar kept his saluting posture, and stepped back silently. When he passed the guard of elders behind the palace, he smiled again and saluted the leading warrior. The samurai didn't respond, he just held the exquisite clay pot in his arms solidly, guarding the elder solemnly.

Kechar's eyes stayed on the clay pot for a moment, then he continued to leave with a smile. Behind him is the priest elder Ugel who also left. Ugel ignored the leading warrior and went straight out of the palace.

The two left the palace and walked for a full quarter of an hour. Ugel just wiped the sweat off his forehead, took a long breath, and then relaxed and moved his fat body. In late autumn, a gust of wind blew by, making his face a little cold.

"Kechar, you salute even a warrior, it really embarrasses the priests and elders!"

Ugel grinned and laughed at Kechar.

Kechar still has a warm smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. He glanced at Ugel lightly, as if looking at a piece of rotten wood. Then he ignored the jeers and walked on.

Ugel's face turned blue for a while. Looking around, I saw only the temple guards guarding in the distance. He just continued to laugh.

"The rumor of the reincarnation of the great Montezuma should be spread by you, right? Tsk tsk, you are really cruel. You have to use this method even against a thirteen-year-old child!"

Kechar stopped in his tracks. There was no one around, only the decades-old acquaintance in front of him, so he put away the smile on his face and turned it into a calm disdain.

"Ugel, sometimes I really wonder why there is a turkey mixed in next to the egret staying on the top of the holy mountain? Stupid and noisy!"

He smiled softly, and then continued to be aggressive before Ugel's attack.

"Please use your big decorative head and think about it!

That child is only thirteen years old now, and he is already a fifth-level coyote priest, the successor of Avette, and the high priest inheritance of the Xiutel line!

Don't you strangle the young eagle to death when it is still young, and wait for it to grow up step by step, until the eagle can't resist it and rushes towards you, pecking your eyes blind? ! "

Kechar angrily reprimanded, finally no longer concealing the edge of the chief priest.

"Having a priest and elder like you really makes me feel ashamed!"

After returning the original words, Kechar sighed softly. He missed it in his heart.

"Ketokko, my outstanding nephew, you wouldn't have died. If he hadn't saved Kulka Tisok, my obedient student, you would have died because of him"

There was a burst of blue and red on Ugel's face, but he was unable to respond under the pressure of the chief priest. He lost his voice for a moment before replying: "It's true that the High Priest can't win against us. Then what are you going to do?"

"Purple foxglove juice, just a teaspoon, and heart beats to death in two quarters of an hour. Likewise, ipecac juice, vomiting, heart failure, death. Black hellebore, diarrhea, heart failure, death. Also There were poisonous red-spotted mushrooms that died, guts pierced through the abdomen, internal organs bleed, and they died within half a day.

If it needs to be faster, the venom of the water Agkistrodon only takes half a quarter of an hour, and the whole body will rot and die with black blood. The venom of the spearhead snake, bleeding from the five holes, and died of shock. The venom of the adder, the skin turns purple, and he vomits blood between breaths and dies. There is also the ovary of delicious fish, after eating the poisonous juice, the whole body is instantly paralyzed, respiratory failure, tetany, and death.

Hehe, no, it’s better to slow down, the red-brown bush fungus is the best, silently, the internal organs fail to liquefy, and the death is delayed after more than ten hours, no one can find it! "

Kechar muttered in a low voice, but deliberately let Ugel hear it. Listening to these terrible poisons, Ugel's chubby body trembled slightly, and his face began to turn pale.

"Kechar, you old poison! Where did you learn so many poison recipes? Did you lie to me casually?" Ugel raised his voice and shouted with some fear.

"Ugel, you ignorant turkey." Kechar smiled slightly, looking at his old acquaintance jokingly. "Haven't you carefully studied the inheritance of our chief priest lineage? Poison can not only kill people, but also save people, and even deceive people. These are really useful things!"

Ugel forcibly regained his composure, and looked at Kechar pretending to be fierce.

"Old poison! If you dare to use these poisons on my relatives and me, I will let you know what is the revenge of the honorable nobles!"

Kechar chuckled again. He took two steps closer, with cold eyes, staring at Ugel who was leaning back slightly, like a poisonous snake seeing its prey.

"Old Turkey, you should be thankful that you are stupid enough! Please continue to be stupid. Don't think I don't know that Ugos went to Avit, put away your little thoughts!"

Hearing this, Ugel felt guilty. He lowered his head slightly, missing Kechar's gaze, shut up and stopped talking.

Only then did Kechar turn his head, regain his friendly smile, and meditate in his heart.

"What an idiot! Without the tacit consent of the elder, how dare I poison the royal family and the nobles at will. But judging from the elder's mind, I still have some nostalgia for Shuttle."

"Then use the concocted holy water! Nothing will happen if you drink it alone, you will just feel happy and comfortable. But if you just drink the warrior's cocoa drink, you will have a headache and bleed after two quarters of an hour, and you will faint on the spot. If the dose is controlled properly, it will lead to dementia, confusion, limb paralysis, and hemiplegia. At least one life can be saved, and the high priest can see it!"

The specially prepared holy water is an effective monoamine oxidase inhibitor. Combined with monoamine-rich cocoa, it can easily cause a rapid increase in blood pressure, cerebral hemorrhage and stroke. This is a secret poison specially developed by the chief priests for the customs of warriors and nobles.

In this era, the high priests of the Aztecs are the true potion masters!

Thinking of the younger generation who pinned high hopes on his old rival Shuttle, he became a stupid imbecile. Then think of Xiutel's expression when he saw all this. The smile on Kechar's face became more cordial, warm and amiable.

He chuckled, leaving Ugel standing still, and walked towards the crowd under the palace and temple with a benevolent look.

There, there is a ignorant young eagle, waiting for an unknown fate.

Uh, this chapter of the poison investigation made me feel cold all over, it was a little scary. Continue to ask for recommendations during the recommendation period!