Aztec Eternals

The cold days have passed, and the rainy season has not yet arrived. Under the Ottopan Mountain City, there is a splendid spring scene. Bright flowers bloom in the sun, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeates in the warm wind, which makes people feel refreshed. Colorful butterflies dance on the flowers, and spiritual hummingbirds dance among the trees, attracting distant eyes.

Shulot stood on the hill in the barracks. He looked at the harmonious spring scenery not far away, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Huifeng was smooth, and there was a melodious bird song in the air, like a moving melody. He raised his head and saw flocks of singing sparrows flying over the mountain city.

It's April, the day of song sparrow migration. These gray and small birds will migrate long distances northward from tropical and subtropical jungles to the seashores of temperate continents. However, due to the cold wave this year, they were forced to stay here, dancing and singing every day, not knowing the dangerous way ahead.

Song sparrows are natural born singers, capable of singing ten different tones, with repeating melodies and trills. Their songs are very vivid and their songs are extremely memorable. They also symbolize good and luck in Central American culture.

"What an auspicious day blessed by the gods!"

Looking at the singing sparrows, the king had a sincere smile on his face. He was wearing a set of solid bronze medium armor, covered with an exquisite priest's robe, and a half-covered bronze helmet on his head, with several three-color long feathers inserted, shining brightly in the sun. Dressed like this, he looked extraordinarily mighty and heroic.

"Your Highness, Ottopan's escort messenger has arrived at the camp. Five hundred pro-army warriors are lined up and ready to go at any time!"

Berthard, wearing medium armor, stepped forward and replied in a deep voice.

Xiuluo nodded. He beckoned and called Barda who was staying in the camp.

"Barda, get ready! Everything is according to my previous instructions, and we are always waiting for news!"

"I will strictly follow your orders! Your Highness, you can go at ease!"

Balda bowed respectfully. Hearing this, Shulot raised his eyebrows and looked at Toltek in front of the pro-army again. Wearing heavy armor, the black wolf swaggered forward, saluted the king from afar, and made another ready gesture. The king smiled and gave an order in a deep voice.

"Tels, hold high the king's flag! Bertard, let's go!"

Five hundred pro-army guards lined up in a tight formation, guarding the king's flag that was in the middle of the black wolf, and marched towards the Ottopan mountain city ahead. There were five hundred personal guards on this trip, two hundred of them were jaguar warriors in heavy bronze armor, and three hundred were longbow personal guards in medium armor. They are all high-ranking warriors selected from the imperial army. Once formed, they can stand firm among thousands of troops for a long time.

Along the way, the guards remained silent. On the way, there are only the clang of armor colliding, and the sound of neatly coordinated footsteps. In less than half an hour, the king arrived at the foot of the platform where the mountain city was located.

He raised his eyes and saw that the platform was forty or fifty meters high, occupying a steep terrain, at the high point of this hill. The mountain road along the way is steep and upward, and large forests and stones are scattered up and down, hindering the climbing of the brigade and forming a natural defensive barrier. Only a few mountain roads facing the city gate can move upwards smoothly.

Above the platform is a stone city wall surrounded by twists and turns. The city wall was five meters high, and thousands of Ottopan warriors and militiamen were tightly stationed on the top of the wall with weapons in hand. In the hands of these defenders, there are piles of stones, wood blocks and ash bottles, and even hundreds of imitation Mexican longbows.

Under the guidance of the envoy, everyone climbed slowly, and were soon exposed to the attack range of the city head. As the Mexica wolf flag approached, a commotion erupted from the top of the city, and there were many noisy discussions indistinctly. A group of Otomi warriors shouted loudly, and even took out their bows and arrows and threw spears.

Black Wolf Toltek's heavy armored longbow strode forward. He raised his head and looked at the defense of the mountain city. His forehead was slightly sweaty, and he couldn't help but shook the bone whistle on his neck. No matter what kind of heavy armor he was wearing, the result would not be any different when facing a rolling stone falling from a height of tens of meters.

Fortunately, the chaotic and dangerous noise did not last long. Several priests in white robes came to appease them soon, and the Otomi warriors at the head of the city gradually became quiet. They had complex expressions, looking at the leading messengers, at the team below the city, and at the approaching wolf flag, not knowing what to say.

Soon, Toltek panted slightly and stood under the city wall. He was wearing a heavy armor weighing more than 40 kilograms, and he was indeed a little tired at this time, facing the pressure from the top of the city and taking the lead all the way. The black wolf rested for a few breaths, looked at the warriors at the head of the city for a while, then remembered his duty, and returned to Shulot.

"Your Highness, to climb from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, if you are fully equipped and maintain the strength to fight, it will take a quarter of an hour at the fastest. This quarter of an hour is within the strike range of the city!"

Shulot nodded calmly. The golden light of the young king shone like a majestic angel standing outside the city gate. After a while, the heavy wooden door slowly opened with a "thud". Afterwards, five hundred armored soldiers filed in, and the king's flag was held flat through the city gate and erected high inside the mountain city. Seeing this scene, the defenders on the city wall suddenly let out a noisy low cry.

"The original god blesses you!"

"It's Mexica!"

"His Royal Highness, Mexica, has entered the city!"

"The god-inspired person from the south!"

"Your Highness Shulot, you are the only foreign army that has entered the mountain city in two hundred years."

The old priest Oort stood at the gate of the city, welcoming the king in person. He was wearing the black and white sacrificial clothing of the Priest of Chaos, and a high priest's feather crown, with a calm and solemn demeanor. He was surrounded by low-level priests and temple warriors guarding him. In this mountain city, the old priest is one of the two with the highest status.

"Such a majestic city, as long as it is properly defended and united as one, it is truly beyond human power!"

Shulot looked at the defenders in the city calmly, and praised with a smile. The number of Otomi militia in the mountain city is huge, estimated to exceed 10,000. Although their armor is simple and their bodies are thin, their expressions are not numb, and there is a look of guarding their homeland in their eyes. Such an army may be vulnerable when going out on an expedition, but it is extraordinarily tough when stationed at home.

"Your Highness, the earth dog is greedy for the homeland, and will never go out to hurt people. The wish of our Otomi people is nothing more than squatting in the homeland and living a peaceful life."

"Priest Oort, the general trend of the world is like a long river, rushing forward all the way! All the tribes in the world are fighting against each other, so how can there be any stability? Look, this time the dog descendants invaded the south. Isn't it a fight or die? "

"What His Highness said is naturally very reasonable. I only hope that the gods will bless you so that the sacred cocoa will continue forever."

"The gods will obey the king's will. The one who will protect Coco is the king of the world!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and talked in a low voice, with some inexplicable feelings in their words. Five hundred bronze armors of personal guards shone, surrounding the king, revealing indestructible power. Oort's eyes flashed, and he stared at these expensive and sturdy cloth-covered bronze armors. He sighed softly in his heart, and continued to look at the king.

The tacit communication did not last long, and was soon interrupted by a rush of voices. Hundreds of Otomi warriors in full armor, surrounded by a dozen high priests, rushed from the center of the mountain city. As soon as the leading Chaos Priest Saka arrived within a hundred steps, he let out an angry roar.

"Oort, how dare you let the Mexica into the city!"

"Priest Saka, His Royal Highness Shulot is a friend of the Otomi people and the elder brother of General Giova. It is an honor for Ottopan City to attend today's tribal meeting!"

"Bah! Oort, you have been fascinated by the evil god and betrayed the god of chaos!"

Saka strode forward without stopping, and soon came to a place twenty steps away from everyone. He was about fifty years old, with high and prominent cheekbones, black and thick hair, and a stocky figure. He was obviously stronger and younger than the old priest.

"Saka, paranoia has blinded your eyes! The new lake kingdom in the south is an ally of our Ottopan city-state!"

The old priest straightened his back and growled like an old and tough marmot.

Saka came closer and did not continue to argue with the old priest. His eyes were ferocious, like a jackal. He first glanced at the king under the wolf flag, and when he saw hundreds of Mexica warriors in armor, his pupils constricted. The Priest of Chaos immediately stopped vigilantly, putting himself under the guard of the temple warriors. He paused for a few breaths, then looked at the large group of Otomi warriors on the left and right walls, and encouraged them loudly.

"Ottopan warriors! The Mexica are the enemies of our Otomi people! A few years ago, they besieged the mountain city and slaughtered the villages of the three kingdoms. Countless people of the original god were sent to the altar, blood soaked The earth! They robbed food and burned the farmland again, and the continuous famine continues to this day! Even the large-scale southward migration of the dog descendants is inseparable from the Mexica people! The Mexica people robbed our wealth and killed our people Relatives and friends, destroy our lives, and now, they still want to intervene in the tribal assembly of the Ottomi Alliance and completely turn the Ottopan people into slaves!"

Saka's loud voice echoed up and down the city walls, reaching the ears of thousands of Otomi warriors. The leaders of all the ministries participated in the tribal assembly in the center of the mountain city, and most of the people stationed were ordinary low-level warriors. Hearing such provocative words, the low-level warriors felt the same way, and gradually became noisy.

Seeing this dangerous omen, Oort's eyes widened. He rushed forward, angrily grabbed Saka's clothes, and shouted angrily.

"Gods! Saka, your words are full of lies! It was King Tisok who fought with us a few years ago, and he is dead! His Highness Shulot has never been an enemy of us Otomi! On the contrary The life-saving food during the famine in the mountain city came from his gift! He is our friend!"

"Oort, you are old! In the past few years, under your leadership, we Otomi people are like voles in a cave, hiding in Tibet and being slaughtered! The city of Xilotepec is lost, and the legion Going to the south to serve the Mexica in vain, and now even Palms has been taken over by the dogs! You have lost your brave heart, you have lost the protection of the gods, and you are not worthy to lead the Otomi!"

Saka yelled suddenly. He pushed the old Ort away, pointed at the king in front of the city gate, and shouted loudly.

"The original gods protect us! Warriors of Ottopan, let the Mexica see our power! Go, attack boldly, seize the highness of the Mexica, let them surrender their weapons, surrender property, hand over food and land!"

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