Aztec Eternals Chapter 169

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The strange divine smoke floated out of the sanctuary, and rose all the way to the gathering cloud. Looking down from the sky, under the towering sanctuaries, is the magnificent Cholula Great Pyramid, the "artificial mountain" Trachwalt Petel!

This ancient pyramid is more than 60 meters high and an astonishing 450 meters in length and width. It is the largest pyramid in the world. It has been expanded six times from the inside to the outside. It is mainly made of mud bricks, mixed with granite, and many places on the outermost layer are covered with mud.

It was summer time, and artificially planted flowers bloomed on the surface of the tall pyramid, attracting brightly colored butterflies, flying among the blue and black masonry. The towering ancient spectacle has become a beautiful "Sacred Mountain of Flowers"!

The great hall of the sanctuary had wide doors and windows open, and the intoxicating incense was scattered by the wind. Acap sat on the soft bearskin cushion, inhaling the pleasant splendid fragrance and watching the sea of flowers blooming under his feet. He laughed inexplicably, with a sense of joy, like a **** sitting high in the clouds, looking down at the world comfortably.

After a long while, the young priest and elder recovered from their heartfelt joy until the divine smoke in the furnace was exhausted. Under the stimulation of Shenyan, his face flushed red, his heartbeat was extremely fast, and he exclaimed in admiration.

"It's the top-level divine smoke! Go to the kingdom of God in a moment, and feel the great joy, like the purest holy water. Thank you, the messenger of the gods, the leader of the priests of Petel! I don't know what kind of precious things are added to this divine smoke. Divine grass?"

The kind and noble old man laughed, his expression as usual in the smoke of the gods.

"It does add a lot of precious divine herbs, which is the unique inheritance of the priests of the past dynasties! Every prepared divine smoke here is worth a box of gold, and there is no market for it. The recipe for this divine smoke comes from Thor. The period of the Turk Empire has been handed down for 600 years!"

Hearing this, Acap was amazed and paid tribute.

Patel smiled contentedly, with pride in his smile.

"The city of Cholula has been established for 1,800 years. Since the decline of the first holy city, Teotihuacan, it has gradually prospered as the second holy city. There are towering pyramid temples and small temples all over the place. Tens of thousands of civilians served, and thousands of noble priests! Although the two holy cities have similar layouts, their prosperity is vastly different. Teotihuacan is where the gods left, and Cholula is where the gods return. The land, the true sacred capital!"

Akap nodded again and again, smiling in admiration. Immediately, he turned his words and his eyes were sincere.

"The holy city of Cholula communicates trade between the north and the south, and is famous for its richness and world-renowned world. It is only slightly inferior to the capital city in the lake. The sacred mountain of flowers in Cholula is magnificent and beautiful, and it is comparable to the great temple of the capital city in the lake, Teotihuacan. The Pyramid of the Sun and Moon, and is called the best in the world!

I heard that the priests are the direct descendants of the Toltec Empire, and the nobility has been passed down to this day. We Mexicans are also descendants of the great Toltecs, we all come from the same line, and we are really brothers! The Mexica Union and the Holy City of Cholula should be a covenant with each other, and it will never be easy! "

Hearing this, the leader of the priests, Petel's smile froze.

The holy city of Cholula has always been respected and kept away from war. The many priestly families in the holy city have been passed down for four or five hundred years without interruption. They are the true Toltec remnants, that is, "civilized people in the city". The Aztecs came from Aztlan in the far northwest, and they migrated for a long time and fought countless wars. Like the Trasks outside the Holy City, they are all savage people with blood on their hands, that is, "the barbarians outside the city".

For more than 100 years, the Aztecs settled in the capital of the lake, claiming to be descendants of the Toltecs, the God-blessed Mexicas. Afterwards, they went to war everywhere, coercing the world, and the states were forced to change their tune. But what the real history is, of course, the holy city of Cholula is clearly recorded.

"Acap said this in front of him, naturally, not to humiliate himself, but to draw out a covenant. In the past two months, the Mexicans have tried several times, and the intention to form an alliance is very strong."

Petel's mind turned quickly, and the smile on his face returned to normal. He considered it for a while, then said with a smile,

"The Mexica Alliance is the successor of the great empire Toltec, the gods chosen by the gods. The holy city of Cholula has always respected the will of the gods, and the alliance and the alliance have long been brothers. The Toltec lineage is well known. Why don't you say..."

Having said that, Petel changed the subject and returned to Shenyan again.

"Elder Acap, although the sacred smoke of the Holy Land is good, the holy water of the capital city in the lake is equally extraordinary and unforgettable. The Mexican pharmacists are unique and famous all over the world, and the chief priest Kezar is even better! Half a year ago When I heard the news of his death, I regret for several days, I don't know when I can taste the holy water again and feel the gift of the gods?"

Acapsu thought for a moment, sighing in his heart. The leaders of Cholula were very friendly to the Alliance, but they were always reluctant to formally form an alliance with the Alliance. This trial was fruitless. His warm and jade-like face always had a smile on his face, and he still said gently.

"Although the chief priest has returned to the kingdom of God, the inheritance of pharmacy is still unfinished. This trip is in a hurry. I have sent messengers to bring the latest holy water. When the time comes, I invite all the elders to feel the grace of God together."

Petel nodded approvingly, looking forward to it. He continued to extend the topic.

"That's very good! I heard that the Great Alliance is reforming religion, increasing the number of priests, and participating in the management of noble fiefs. The twelve priests have formulated teaching laws to replace the gods and govern the world?"

Acap turned around in his heart and immediately understood. He admitted with a smile.

"It's true. The Highness of the Alliance received divine enlightenment, and the benevolent God gave detailed words. The Alliance received the divine will to spread the glory of God in the world and into everyone's heart!"

Peter frowned slightly. He was naturally wary of such words.

However, outside the holy city of Cholula, there are large and small Tlaxcala nobles who actually control the entire Cholula state. The power of the holy priests is limited to the Holy City, and they have been planning to expand outward for a long time.

The priest leader then laughed.

"Very good! Elder Akap's words are reasonable. Priests participate in the management of noble fiefs and educate the people. It is the responsibility of the gods. Please tell me in detail!"

Acap nodded and smiled.

"The states of Tlaxcala should indeed respect the will of the Holy City... This time, in the crusade against the believers of the Ability God, the Tarasco people should be punished by God... The Alliance will always support the Holy City of Cholula... New The priesthood of the Holy City is divided into five levels, and the priests and leaders from all over the country guard one side. The priests and elders of the holy city should naturally occupy high positions, and the priesthood is equal to the twelve priests..."

In the gorgeous temple, the smoke of the gods was lit again. The messenger of the gods laughed and talked about the rise and fall of the world.

And in the lonely forest camp, a roaring bonfire is lit. "Black Wolf" Toltec, with eyes like swords, stood at the top of the high wooden castle, watching the training of the Longbow Militia.

Taking the tribe as a unit, dozens of captains and militiamen marched in groups to attack, scattered and turned like the wind, standing still and shooting like rain. Although the formation of the marching militia was ugly, it already had the flexibility of the wolf pack and could roughly execute the commander's order. In the constant movement, the tribal hunters can still maintain a certain degree of organization, just like group hunting.

After a short break in training, Toltec called the chief of the tribe and scolded him loudly, pointing out the inadequacy of his tactics. His expression was fierce and his voice was like thunder. The leaders were terrified, bowed their heads and led the way, spreading out to practice. The "Black Wolf" commander turned around and walked towards the tent with a hidden smile of satisfaction. He entered the tent, took out a brand-new paper book, his face collapsed, and it was time to read and write again.

In the new camp in the north of the capital, hundreds of spear militiamen shouted to the sky, and led by the squad leader, they fought in a real battle. The militiamen in the front row, armed with wooden spears without spearheads, tried their best to stab the opposite side, hitting the fine shield. The militiamen in the back row pushed the shield, trying to keep the formation tight and pushing the phalanx to squeeze forward. The two phalanxes fought against each other until one side was loose, crushed and collapsed, completely losing their formation.

"Monkey" Kuluka then blew the snail horn, indicating that the victory or defeat was over. He smiled slightly, patted the captains of the two teams kindly on the shoulders, and sincerely praised the winning Guzman. Afterwards, the newly-appointed commander looked solemn and called the commanders to explain the problems of the two teams and mentioned the training that needs to be strengthened. Every now and then, he would turn around and ask his adjutant, Ezpan, for his opinion.

Tarrasco's descendant looked respectful and expressed his opinions in detail. The new corps commander was very approachable, he quickly got along with the militiamen, and he had great respect for his lieutenants. He has promoted many outstanding backbones, gold miner Guzman is one of them. The closer the legion commander behaved, the more Ezpan dared not look down on him. Because unknowingly, the army has been firmly controlled by the opponent.

And whenever night fell, Kuluka would always bring a pen and paper and go to the adjutant's barracks, carefully instructing the tactics of the pike phalanx. Although his complexion looks like an ape, he is very intelligent, his thinking is unfettered, and he learns new tactics very quickly. Ezpan also sighed in his heart.

Soon, the confrontation training of the two pistol phalanxes began again. Numerous other phalanxes conduct simulated marches around the center of the confrontation battlefield. Looking at the initial effective phalanx formation, "Monkey" Kuluka finally nodded with satisfaction and thought about more complicated tactics.

"I wasted half my life with twists and turns. Now, I finally lead the army alone, and the broad and smooth road is in front of me. I must not live up to His Highness's high hopes!"

Not far away, Ezpan looked at the standing legion commander, and then at the spear formation that was beginning to take shape, with envious eyes and empathy. After a while, he turned and looked at Lake Texcoco to the south. The continuous boats have never stopped, and the continuous supply of food supplies from the lake area also brings the latest battle situation.

Beside the long bridge in White Rock, the commander of the regiment, Anatri, waved a three-meter spear flag, and the vast naval fleet slowly set sail, heading north. The fleet is loaded with 3,000 elite warriors directly under the command, full of dry military food, and special weapons enclosed in wooden boxes and wrapped in tarpaulins.

Tepopolo's brows were high, showing a kind smile. Standing behind Anatri, he carefully looked at the sassy and heroic appearance of the female samurai, pondered the importance of the navy to the fief, and calculated silently in his heart.

After Anatri had finished commanding, she could feel the samurai's sharpness. She turned sharply, and saw Tepopolo's arrogant gaze, her brows raised.

"Tepopolo the Destroyer of Tlatelolco, you have to go to my flagship and say that there is something important to discuss. Looking at your current expression, the so-called important thing, do you want to have a test with me? ?"

Hearing this unceremonious question, Tepopolo's expression froze, and his heart ignited. As a seasoned commander, he was also a brave warrior when he was young, and he was as confident as others. Later, he inherited the honor of honorable nobles, served carefully around him, and was always respected by others. Except for the king, no one dared to speak to him in such a tone for a long time.

Tepopolo was only angry for a moment, then he remembered the purpose of this trip, so he straightened his chest and smiled boldly. According to traditional customs, he patted his thick chest with his thick right arm.

"'Waterhead' Anatri, I heard that you were never married, and my wife has been dead for several years. Now, the majestic mountains have no rivers, and the broad houses lack a mistress. The tall corn is not tangled with beans, strong Your body needs to be appeased! Under the witness of the God of Love, I declare my pursuit of you, to make you a part of my palace!"

Anatri stared at him, and raised his eyebrows.

"You have to prove your martial arts first before I allow your pursuit! Whether the mountains are majestic, it is not in appearance. Whether the corn is tall, it is not in your mouth. Are you a fierce roaring jaguar, or are you shaking your head and screaming? The hyenas, let us see the real seal on our hands!"

Tepopolo's face sank. His heart turned sharply, and when he mastered the navy, he mastered the initiative~www.mtlnovel.com~ Having said that, as a famous samurai, he had absolutely no reason to back down. After a moment of consideration, he confidently took out the battle stick and smiled fiercely.

"Okay! Anatri, under the witness of the gods, let us fight here! According to traditional customs, the winner will take the most precious treasures that can be found on the loser!"

Anatly didn't hesitate, the spear in his hand slammed on the boat and made a thumping sound. She laughed out loud, like a loud silver bell.

"Yes, that's what samurai do. Witness to the gods, let's start now!"

After speaking, Anatri raised his head, glanced at Tepopolo sideways, and motioned for the other party to do it first.

Tepopolo's anger rose again, and the desire to fight burned in his chest. Years of combat experience have allowed him to keep his movements calm and cautious. He raised the shield in his left hand to protect the vital points of his body, and pointed the battle stick in his right hand diagonally, making a starting gesture that could easily exert force, and then quickly approached.

Anatri's eyes were like eagles, and he held the spear in both hands, lying in front of him. Her knees sank slightly, the spear shaft retracted, and the spear head pointed to the opposite side, ready to go at any time.

Tepopolo took small steps and approached the female samurai. He lunged forward suddenly, the shield in his left hand raised, hitting the opponent's head while blocking the trajectory of the spear. Then, he leaned low and swung his right hand stick low, swiping it towards the opponent's waist. This is an extremely skilled combination of sticks and shields. When the hands are combined, the force is heavy and there is no confusion.

The attacks from the top and bottom came at the same time, and Anatri's eyes lit up, he shouted angrily, and then quickly retreated back. She is like a swimming fish in the water, sensing the attacking water flow, and avoiding the shield strike so well. Then, she moved sideways to the right, like a swift in the wind, following the incoming wind, lightly dodging the stick.

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