Aztec Eternals Chapter 101

The breeze blew the bonfire in the hall, swaying the light and shadow of the departure, and also dimmed the last people's hearts.

Kechar got up and rushed forward, and before he took two steps, a tall shadow came towards him, blocking the path firmly. He immediately waved the copper staff without hesitation and smashed it towards the temple of the captain of the guard.

The captain of the guard looked calm, still holding the clay pot in his left hand. He swiftly took small steps forward, swiped the blunt blade of the copper axe in his right hand, and dexterously smashed it between Kechar's left wrist. The chief priest let go of his wrist in pain, the divine staff jingled, and rolled away.

Kechar's face turned ruthless, his right hand turned and thrust forward, stabbing the captain's lower abdomen. The captain of the guard dexterously turned the copper axe again. With another bang, the copper face squarely blocked the sharp edge of the obsidian dagger. In the blink of an eye, two guards came to the left and right, and the fate was doomed.

The chief priest's face was hideous. Seeing that there was no chance of a breakthrough, he took a step back, raised his right hand, and threw it towards the corridor with all his might. Youlan's dagger crossed a swift arc and shot towards the elder.

The old man's face was calm, without any disturbance. The guard next to him raised his hand and raised his shield, the dagger bounced off with a bang, and the clang fell to the ground. Kechar turned around immediately and ran towards the divine staff. He swooped down to the ground, grabbed the last weapon, unscrewed the bronze ornament on the top of the stick, and was about to pull out the blow arrow and shoot.

The captain of the guard came steadily. It's just a light kick, and the dart bangs away. Kechar still hugged the captain's leg without giving up, shaking his hands vigorously, trying to fall over the sculpture in front of him. The captain of the guard sank slightly, as if roots had taken root on his feet, and his legs remained motionless.

Seeing all this, the elder sighed softly. His voice was distant and calm.

"Ketchar, my child, don't make unnecessary struggles any more. You should be clear, the end is already doomed. Just leave the last decent! And also for your family, leave a way back."

Hearing this, Kechar trembled. He finally stopped moving and looked at the elder with a pale face.

"My family..."

The elder nodded calmly and looked at Kechar gently.

"My child, you can go in peace. Soon, there will be no pain."

The will of the gods can never be changed. The captain of the guard finally opened the clay pot of fate. He took out a bottle of pale green potion and handed it to Kechar at his feet.

Kechar laughed miserably. He took the potion tremblingly, opened the cap to drink it, but looked at the elder unwillingly.

"why?!"

The elder didn't answer, just turned around calmly.

Looking at the tall mountain-like back, Kechar finally despaired. He raised his head and poured the medicine into his throat with trembling wrists, accepting his fate unwillingly.

A lot of light green potions were spilled out, but the rest was enough to open the door to the kingdom of God. Soon, the chief priest couldn't help shaking his whole body, and he showed a strange and sincere smile on his face. Then he gently slanted to the ground, not even breaking the pottery bottle in his hand. Then, Kechar, who was on the ground, continued to dance for a few seconds, then fell to the ground with a smile on his face, and remained motionless.

The captain of the guard squatted down, first probed Kechar's breath, and then opened his eyelids to look at his pupils. Then, he stood up and turned around, nodding to the elder to confirm.

The old man came slowly. He walked to Kechar's corpse and watched silently for a long time before muttering to himself.

"My child, don't worry. Soon, many people will accompany you on the road."

Then, the elder gently shook the bell in his hand. Several chief guards rushed over and knelt down to salute. Their eyes did not blink for a moment, and they did not look at Kechar on the ground.

"Where is the guard?" The elder asked calmly.

"The Five Hundred Guards have taken control of the Prince's Palace and the port to Texcoco."

The leading guard replied respectfully.

"What about the family warriors?"

"Three thousand warriors of the royal family attended the ceremony and are now stationed in the palace area."

"A capital warrior?"

"In the name of the ceremony, the 10,000 capital warriors have gathered in the four armouries."

"A noble battle group?"

"According to your order, after the sacrifice, the tigers and eagle warriors are feasting in the temple area, and King Avit is also there."

The elder finally nodded. With his majestic order, his long-hidden edge was revealed again. In those plain words, the will is like iron and the indifference is like ice!

"Move the guards, arrest Prince Texcoco, and those who resist will die. Mobilize family warriors, arrest high priests and nobles of the Texcoco lineage, and those who resist will die. Mobilize the warriors of the capital, and martial law in the name of the ceremony. , block all ports. mobilize the noble chapter, assemble at the West Armory, and prepare for departure. Inform King Avit: Stay at the mansion with peace of mind, everything has nothing to do with him."

The elder was expressionless, ignoring the arrival of blood and fire. He continued to speak calmly.

"Summon the waiting Shuter, I want to see him. Summon Uger and wait outside."

The guards bowed their heads neatly and saluted, then hurried away. After many years, the messengers once again set off from the chief palace and followed the special passage to the Great Temple. Then, with an order that cannot be disobeyed, go to the place where all the capitals are concentrated.

The elder slowly walked back to the center of the hall and sat on the stone seat of the god. He closed his eyes slightly, and Kechar lay not far away, smiling as if asleep. The captain of the guard held the clay pot and stood beside him. Needle falling can be heard again in the hall.

After a while, there were some hurried footsteps in the corridor, clearly different from the guards. The elder opened his eyes slightly, and the high priest Shuter, wearing a solemn divine costume, hurried over empty-handed.

Shuter stepped into the hall eagerly. He knelt down on his knees and paid homage, the obsidian crown lowered. Then, he was about to open his mouth to plead, but suddenly stopped. On the ground, Kechar's smile was in front of him.

The high priest stared blankly ahead. The old friend who has known each other for decades, and the old rival who has been at war for more than ten years, is sleeping peacefully on the ground at this time, with a happy and peaceful face. He had planned many times how to fight when he was goodbye and how to argue tonight. Unexpectedly, the other party has returned to the kingdom of God.

Shuter's heart was filled with joy at first, and then a deep chill came over him. He bowed his head again and saluted without saying a word, sweat slowly soaking his back.

The elder looked at the high priest calmly. I haven't seen each other for many years, and Xiao Shuter is also much older. After a long time, the elder slowly opened his mouth.

"Shuttle, I know what you are looking for from me. It was inconvenient to see you two days ago. Now that I see you, I don't need to say more. Your grandson is a good boy. For him, you have to give up your position in the high priesthood. The capital is coming. It's time for the two priests of the alliance to unite again."

Hearing the elder's words, Shuter was shocked, and his thoughts turned around. He looked up at the elder slightly, and his expression changed. Decades of hard work and more than ten years of grandchildren are weighed in my heart. Immediately, he let out a long sigh, fate was already doomed, and he had no choice.

"Respected elder, follow your will." Shuter's face paled. He took off the divine crown on his head, revealing gray hair, and his expression became a little more detached.

"I'll hand over the High Priestess now, and I hope you will spare that child of Sherlot."

The elder looked at Huter carefully. The memories of the past gradually overlapped, turning into the old boy in front of him. After a long time, he nodded slightly.

"Shuter, your grandson is a good boy. After the merger, the twelve priests will be handed over to you. It's up to you to be the high priest or the chief priest, you decide."

Hearing the elder's appointment, Shuter raised his head slightly. He was slightly happy at first, then smiled bitterly in his heart, and then sighed.

"If the elder is still there, the chief priest of the capital is meaningless. If the elder is not there, no one can suppress me. Can I survive the elder? I am afraid it is still unknown. If I really lived the elder? A glass of poisoned wine..."

In any case, at this time, he could only salute again and respectfully accept his fate.

The elder still calmly decides the affairs of the empire.

"In the future, Uger will be your deputy. The merger is a small matter, leave it to him. Religious regulations are the big thing."

Hearing this, Shuttle looked at the elder with a question in his eyes.

"You have to compile a fundamental religious book to guide the future of the Mexica. The specific content will be understood after you discuss it with the child. If you are not sure, just ask me. Remember, Abandoned your Feathered Serpent God and turned it into a Patronus."

"You have been deeply influenced by my brother, and you always wanted to use the Feathered Serpent to unite all the tribes. However, you must not compromise when integrating with other ethnic groups. The weeds at the beginning must always be plowed, and the roots should be pulled cleanly, so that the corn in the back will grow well. . Only with the sacrifice of holy blood can the earth be reborn."

"Actually, Kechar understands me best, but unfortunately he has come to an end after all. After thinking about it, your child is still more valuable, so I gave up on him. You just stay in the capital and protect the child by the way, so as not to inadvertently. died."

The elders tonight are different from usual. His mood fluctuated slightly, and he said a lot again.

Shuttle maintained a saluting posture, memorizing every word of the elder in his heart. Then nod yes.

The elder pondered for a moment, then asked calmly.

"Shutter, how far is Teotihuacan's legion from the capital?"

Hearing this, Shuttle fell to his knees with a plop. He bowed his gray head and fell to the ground.

"Respected elders, Teotihuacan's legion is only for the king's enthronement ceremony..."

"How far is it?"

"...half a day." Shuttle replied with difficulty.

The elder nodded slightly.

"It's pretty much what I expected. You go back now and send the order to take Teotihuacan's army outside Texcoco. Tomorrow morning, it will be launched at the same time as the capital's army. In the name of the enthronement ceremony, I have already arranged the manpower. Open the door. To deal with weeds, the city-state legion still needs to do it, which is more convenient and clean.”

Shuttle was shocked. He looked up at the elder.

"Texcoco City? Dealing with weeds?"

The elder nodded calmly.

"The time is just right. The squash on the west side is too small to matter. The kidney beans on the east side are ripe and should be pulled. Mexicans, only the tallest corn."

Shilot lowered his head in thought. After a while, he silently saluted and was ordered.

The elder looked at Huter for a moment, then waved his hand gently.

"Shutter, you go down. Tomorrow will be more clean. That child has a good temperament, and he can be entrusted with important matters, so let him stay here for another day. For tomorrow's affairs, our old guy will carry it, and the children should not touch it."

A guard immediately stepped forward to lead the way, and Shuttle held the divine crown in both hands and walked backwards. His back was soaked wet, his body was cold and hot, but his heart calmed down. This time, his footsteps were silent.

The elder waved to the guard and closed his eyes again. Today's consumption is too great, and the exhaustion is coming in waves. After all, the years are not forgiving.

After a short rest, the elder opened his eyes again. In front of him is the slightly fat Uger. He knelt on the ground, trembling and sweating, next to Kechar's frozen smile.

The elder took a few glances at Uger and instructed calmly.

"Uger, don't shake, you still have time. The two priesthoods are going to be merged. Shuter is the master and you are the deputy. Shuter wants to compile religious books, and the merger will be handed over to you."

"Tonight and tomorrow, we will get rid of the Texcoco family. You go and gather the priests and reassure people. Tell everyone that Prince Texcoco is dissatisfied with the death of Trol, poisoned the high priest Kezar, and intends to treason. Forgive. Prince Tracopan did not participate, let him feel at ease. Other nobles of all levels who do not know are innocent. If they are not at ease, you will accept their bribes as usual."

Hearing this, Uger was shocked. He kowtowed vigorously, making a thumping sound on the ground.

"Respected elder, I will return the bribe I received before..."

"Ugel, look up." The elder watched calmly.

Ugel stopped immediately. He raised his head slightly, met the unfeeling gaze of the elder, and felt a chill in his heart.

"Do as I say. If the nobles are unstable, lock them up, but don't kill people. You still have time, so you can study more classics in the future."

Ugel carefully confirmed the elder's gaze. Then he respectfully saluted, tremblingly accepted his fate.

"You go down. I'm tired. Take Kechar's body out. Set it up so the nobles can see it. The poison in him is Texcoco ayahuasca. Tell the nobles, Make no mistake."

Ugel kowtowed again. He walked backwards with weak steps. The two guards carried Kechar's corpse, like an emotionless terracotta figurine, and followed quietly beside him.

After arranging everything, the elder finally closed his eyes and rested against the stone seat. The captain of the guard spread a jaguar skin on the stone seat and covered the elder with a duck down blanket. Then move the bonfire to the back of the stone base.

The elder fell asleep silently in the warm darkness. In the dream, he saw his long-lost eldest brother, as well as the poet king of Texcoco, his deceased friend Coyot. The three marshals fought together to defeat the Tepanek army. com captured their capital. Then, in front of the burning temple of the Tepanek, the comrades and brothers drank dadan with all their hearts.

The eldest brother danced a brave war dance, and he played a gorgeous bamboo flute. Coyote sang aloud:

"The flowers that bloom today are stepping on the foot of the warrior.

The enemy who persisted and resisted will be turned into dust tomorrow.

Although there is the solidity of boulders, nothing can reach eternity.

We are happy with today's happiness and forget that pain will come tomorrow!

A moment of glory will surely fade away like a dream.

Human beings are insignificant, how can they gain time?

Only things that wither and are cherished by us~~”

In his sleep, the elder smiled slightly. Yes, this life is only withered, I am afraid that goodbye will be speechless. The bonfire flickered, illuminating the elder's hair, but it was already completely white.

At the feet of the elder, Uger walked out of the palace of the chief minister. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if stepping out of the kingdom of death. Then, he wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeves, but he couldn't wipe it off. It turned out that the clothes were soaked through.

Ugel turned around, and the guards behind him also stopped. He looked at Kechar's quiet smile, first sighed, then smiled happily. In the end, he couldn't help lowering his head and whispered to Kechar.

"Old guy, you have been so powerful for so many years, and you have crushed me everywhere, but it is just such an end! The wise egret was sacrificed to the gods, and the stupid turkey lived for a long time. I am indeed a rotten wood that cannot be carved, but I still have time, how about you? I'd rather be greedy and stupid, be a rotten tree without threat, and live happily ever after!"

Speaking of this, Uger smiled proudly again. Immediately, he shook his chubby body and walked towards the temple group of priests with a smile. Behind him, Kechar was silent.

Chapter end

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