Aztec Eternals

The three of them gathered around the firepit, chatting loudly and happily at night, and decided on the next action. It wasn't until the night fell that they dispersed to their heart's content.

However, after two glasses of water and wine, Xiulot was a little drunk. The juvenile's body has not yet grown up, and it is easier to get drunk. Berthard reached out, took his arm, and sent him back to the tent. The boy smiled, but did not refuse.

"Alcohol is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated." Xiulot laughed at himself, gave a warm hug, bid farewell to the loyal samurai commander, and lay down on a simple sleeping mat in a slightly drunken state.

One day the battle was in a hurry, and it was a temporary camp, so naturally there was no soft grass bed to lie on. The samurai did not have too much attention to life.

After drinking, his whole body became hot, so the boy took off his leather armor robe, put on only his trousers, and fell asleep naked. A heavy dream, about four or five hours later, it is not dawn yet. He woke up suddenly and sat up abruptly.

Shulot's eyes straightened, looking at the sky outside the tent, it was still dark night. He had a strange dream just now.

In his dream, he saw a mighty man wearing a beast helmet, a red armor, and a scepter in his hand. The man was sitting on a high obsidian throne, looking at him indifferently, surrounded by generals congratulating the new king.

"Avit!" He happily stepped forward and gave the new king a hug. The man pushed himself away, and then took off his helmet. The young man took a closer look, and was instantly horrified. Under the helmet was his cold face.

The king himself stood up, handed the scepter to the boy who was standing still, and pressed the boy on the stone seat again, and then disappeared. All will continue to congratulate. The young man was restless, only felt that the magic staff in his left hand was extremely heavy, and the throne was cold and hard, making him feel uncomfortable all over. In the end, he couldn't help throwing down the scepter, and stood up abruptly from the throne!

Then, the boy woke up suddenly. When I looked again, I was sitting on the sleeping mat. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his brow. Reaching out to touch the sleeping pad, the thin layer is really hard. Then he looked at his left hand again, he didn't know when it was pressed under his body just now, it was already red.

Xiulot first breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed in his heart. Then I thought about it carefully, and became a little dignified: "Power is really a terrible thing. Before I knew it, my heart was already full of desire for the scepter and the throne."

"If one day in the future, I really get the highest power, what will I become?" The young man couldn't help shivering when he thought of his cold and indifferent face on the throne.

"I must control myself. No matter what the future holds, I can't betray my true heart." Shulot clenched his fists unconsciously, murmured firmly to himself, and then nodded silently.

Then, he remembered the king in his dream and pushed him away.

"Everyone will be changed by power. When Avitt gains power, what will he become?" The young man was thinking wildly, and he was a little worried again.

Seeing that the sky was already before dawn, Shulot put on his robe and walked out of the tent. He sat cross-legged on the grass covered with morning dew, silently looking at the starry night sky.

It was September, which would have been autumn in the northern hemisphere. At this time, there is still the last warmth on the Mexican plateau, and the warm rainy season is slowly coming to an end.

A pale bright star was reflected in the boy's eyes, facing the direction of the east. It has a cold blue light, red in the blue, and has an indifferent murderous intent. The boy looked a little fascinated, and even his pupils reflected a faint light. That is Sirius, the killing star in Chinese mythology, the burning star in ancient Greek mythology, and the lonely star in Central American mythology.

"Sitong won the battle at the beginning of the battle, and the three of them shot the eagle at night. Two cups of wine ended up in a dream, and a little bit of Sirius fell into a lonely heart~"

The young man sings in a young voice, the starry sky is so bright, and the dream is so far away. Will the samurai who is no longer alone become a lonely king one day in the future?

Shulot forgot the time for a moment, just looked at the starry sky before dawn. Until the morning light is faint, the morning sun rises from the east, and there is another beautiful morning glow in front of my eyes. The youth's melancholy, like whispers at night, dissipates gently in the wind, and is forgotten in a blink of an eye.

As the sun rose, the warriors woke up from their dreams. With the noise of people and the clash of weapons against armor, the camp erupted with murderous intent from the silence. Xiulot packed up and headed for the big tent in the middle.

In the tall tent, Avit's face was full of majesty. He was dressed in the divine attire of a king, surrounded by armored jaguar warriors. Seeing Shulot coming, he nodded slightly, showing a faint smile.

The generals will arrive soon. Avit looked at the slightly bright sky and gave the order with a smile.

"Sterry, the sun has risen, and Kotoko must be awake. Go and bring up your prisoner from yesterday."

Staley, who was as strong as a bear, smiled knowingly, and the bone ring added a cruel footnote to the smile. Immediately, the leather armor shook and strode away.

Not long after, there was a commotion outside the camp, and only an angry roar was heard, but it was not very clear: "I am the new third-level honor nobleman of the Alliance! How dare you insult me ​​like this! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Afterwards, the curtain of the tent was pulled back again, and the tall and strong Staley strode forward. His right arm clamped a fat figure that was struggling constantly, half strangling the opponent's neck. The tall body dragged the opponent forward, like a giant bear holding a thumping wild boar.

After dragging to the middle of the camp, Stanley let go of his arms and threw the "wild boar" forward. The figure staggered and fell, lying on the ground coughing for a long time, then slowly got up and stood up.

Shulot took a closer look and found that it was the middle-aged commander Ketoko from yesterday. He was wearing only a nightgown, his hair was disheveled, and he looked embarrassed. His face was flushed red, the suffocation and anger just now made him gasp violently, and his slightly fat body was trembling non-stop.

Avit watched the scene calmly. After Ketoko caught his breath, he asked with a smile: "Ketokko, when did you become a third-level honorable nobleman? Tisok promised you? What else did he promise you?"

Ketoko lowered his head and straightened his pajamas, then stroked his hair, pretending not to hear, and not answering.

He was born in the line of Chief Priest Kechar, a real noble class, and he had already been a second-class hereditary nobleman many years ago. This time, Tisok was in dire straits and urgently needed his support, so he promised him the title of third-level honorable nobleman and the corresponding Chinanampa. In Europe during this period, it was the noble Marquis or Earl.

Shulot knew that during the royal family's civil war, even as a captive, the great aristocrat Ketoko had the confidence to live without worry, waiting for his release after everything was over.

Avitt wasn't bothered either. He just continued to smile and said, "Whatever Tisok promised you, it doesn't count now. Come, Kotoko, tell me, what is the situation with the Hirotepec camp you want to support?"

Hearing Avit's words, the great nobleman Ketoko raised his head, and opened his mouth to refute something. Afterwards, he saw Avitt's king's costume and the magic staff in his hand, so he shut up again. After waiting for a while, he said angrily, "I don't know!"

"You don't know?" Avit still smiled, but narrowed his eyes dangerously. Then he glanced at Stanley.

Stanley bowed his head respectfully. Afterwards, his burly body lowered slightly, and he pressed Ketoko's shoulders with both hands, like a bear pouncing on a wild boar. Take a deep breath and press down hard.

The great nobleman Ketoko struggled to hold on for two seconds before being forced to kneel down forcefully, the pain made him tremble all over. His knees smashed two dents in the mud, and his head was lowered to salute Avet formally.

Avet didn't speak, and looked at the great noble Ketoko with a smile. When Ketoko raised his head again, he slowly put away his smile, and asked in a cold, calm voice again: "You said, you don't know?"

This time, the warriors stood like statues. Shulot also shuddered in his heart, held his breath, and kept serious and quiet.

All the sounds in the camp disappeared in an instant, and a needle could be heard in an instant. The great nobleman Ktoko knelt and raised his head, trying to look at the radiant, tall and indifferent Avit.

It seemed just for a moment, and it seemed like a long time. Only then did Ketoko lower his head slowly, and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, General Troll has led four legions into the territory of Atotonilco. Before I led the reinforcements, I had already sent him Messenger, so that he does not have to return for help.

The camp of Xilotepec was attacked by elite Otomi warriors in the dark, and the original general was killed in the attack. The rear battalion lost some food, but the two legions stationed suffered little casualties. After a few days of confusion, a lieutenant named Kuluka is now in charge of the direct army. "

Avit nodded slightly: "Kuluka? What kind of person is he?"

The noble Ketoko opened his mouth silently, but couldn't speak.

After a long while, until Stanley pinned his neck again, Ketoko said in a low voice and aggrieved: "He is just a warrior who was born as a commoner. I heard that he became a military nobleman in his thirties. The head of the legion is already a big surprise. How can I care what kind of person he is?"

Avit frowned, and the great noble Ketoko lowered his head in fear again, and it really didn't look like a fake.

After thinking about it for a while, Avit skipped over this topic and continued to ask: "Ketok, how did you find out yesterday that Tisok is not under the royal banner?"

This time, Ketoko answered very readily: "I was skeptical at first. In terms of time, even if he takes a boat and travels by water, the king cannot rush to the vicinity of Xilotepek at this time. Unless he abandons All the army, only the Guards Battalion. But when I got closer to check, although there were a thousand jaguar regiments, there were no guards. It is impossible for the king to abandon the loyal Guards Battalion, so I just It is concluded that this is the rebel army!"

Shulot nodded slightly. After more than ten years of military school education, no matter how talented the military commander of Mexica is, he will have enough common sense of war and will not make low-level mistakes.

Avit's brows frowned even deeper, and he looked at the great noble Ketoko expressionlessly.

Kotoko also looked at Avit's expression. Although his age did not favor his IQ too much, it gave him life experience anyway.

He immediately reacted and lowered his head to the ground: "I didn't know at the time, it turned out to be your army. For our chief priests, we always maintain absolute neutrality in the battle of the descendants of the gods. Please believe me, Let me go back to the capital, and I will explain your generosity and greatness to Uncle Kechar, the chief priest."

Avit didn't speak, just waved his hands. Both of them knew that it was impossible for Ketoko to be released at this time. But since the chief priest is mentioned, I will still leave a sympathy. Stanley understood, and gently clamped Ketoko's chest with his arms. This time he didn't struggle, and obediently followed the giant bear warrior away.

"Put away the king's guard of honor, and put up the banner of Ketoko. The most important thing now is time! The army will move out immediately, aiming at the Hirotepec camp. All kings work hard!" Avit looked around the generals in a majestic circle , ordered loudly. All the generals agreed in unison and left quickly.

With food and grass for five days, escorting the important captives, 20,000 warriors quickly broke out of the camp and marched to the Hirotepec camp ahead. Avit left behind 2,000 loyal warriors, managed 20,000 militiamen and supplies, and continued to chase after him.

During the march, the teenager found an opportunity, leaned over to Avet's side, and grabbed his friend's arm.

"Avette, you were majestic and a little scary this morning."

Avit waved his hand to let the guarding warriors spread out. Then he smiled and said: "These two days are the first time I have used the sacred guard of honor as a king. This is a very wonderful feeling, which makes people a little obsessed.

As a king, I can exercise divine power only from afar. With divine power, I have the majesty to command everything. And only with ruthless majesty, can I rule over everyone. If I want to maintain my majesty, I can only win continuously! "

Having said that, Avit finally showed a sincere smile. He habitually pinched the boy's cheek: "Come on, Shulot, let's go to meet the next victory!"

Shulot nodded with a smile. He vaguely sensed the changes in Avette in his heart. In addition to being a teacher and friend, there was an intangible distance.

After two days of rushing, 20,000 warriors soon arrived in front of the Hirotepec camp. Not far away, a tributary of the Tampen River flows quietly.

Shulot looked at the familiar big camp by the river, and the additions made over the years made the camp stronger and taller. Beside the outer wooden fence, he saw the smoky burning traces, and also saw the huge gap made by the ax and chisel stick. But now, these gaps are filled with fresh wooden stakes, maintaining the original defense.

The young man was very emotional. In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed, and the memories of the past are still vivid in my mind.

There are many beginnings here. Here he was beaten by the king, here he became a teacher-student friend with Avit, here he developed the trebuchet, and here he saw the surrender of the city of Xilotepec. Then from the priest's sacrificial plate, I thought of introducing the first version of Chinese characters that had not been localized by the Aztecs.

For him, this is where the war started. Perhaps, the end of the war is not far away.

Seeing the Mexica army approaching from a distance, the warriors of the Xilotepec camp knocked on their shields and cheered enthusiastically. During this period of time, they have encountered many changes, and they have been waiting for reinforcements for too long, and it seems like years.

The defenders of the watchtower glanced at the letter sent by the messenger, and ordered to open the gate of the village.

At this moment, a middle-aged warrior in his thirties came in a hurry. Dressed plainly and carrying the simplest commander's banner, he trotted to the wall. Then he took a rough look at the Mexica army outside the camp, quickly counted with his fingers, and his face immediately changed drastically.

Then there was the plain warrior shouting loudly: "Stop, stop! Don't open the door yet!"

Hearing this, Shulot and Avitt looked at each other, and their expressions also changed drastically.