Aztec Eternals Chapter 183

"Aztec Eternal (

The warm sunlight shone down on the Divine Blessed Legion by the river, and also illuminated their solemn faces. Gold, silver, wood, bone, stone, all kinds of sun talismans shine around the necks of the warriors, like the blessing of the sun **** who always accompanies them.

Shirott and Natalie prayed together for a few words, and asked the other party to take the samurai to rest. The young priest carefully looked at the Divine Blessing Legion passing by, and nodded slowly and powerfully.

Next, the last reinforcements that landed by the river were the chaotic Chichimeks. Dozens of canine tribe leaders shouted loudly, calling for different numbers of tribal warriors, and gathered into crowds of different sizes. Afterwards, under the leadership of the envoy of General Ocello, the chiefs stepped forward in a chaotic manner, and greeted His Royal Highness one by one.

With a dignified face, Shulot received the canine-headed man who was loyal to the Alliance.

Most of the canine head people only wear simple robes, their faces are weathered, with traces of the wind and the sun, their skin is brown, red and black, and they are painted with tattoos of different worships. First, they held their heads high, and loudly introduced the tribe's name, their heroic achievements, and tried their best to show their bravery and wildness without fear of death. Afterwards, under His Highness's questioning, they bowed their heads and replied respectfully, speaking the Mexica words that could not make a sentence, and looked at the thousands of elite warriors in fear. From time to time, they will show a fleeting greed, longing for the sturdy leather and cotton armor, for the mighty longbow and battle stick, and for the gleaming gold and silver ornaments.

The young commander's face remained calm and observed calmly. These canine cephalic people display complex traits. They were in awe of the force of the Union, and forced to join the Army of Mexica because of their livelihood. But in the bones of the dogs, they are full of greed for power and wealth, as well as contempt for life, death and order. In short, the canines are fierce and difficult to tame, fearful but not virtuous.

Shilot pondered for a moment, then waved his hand sternly. Thousands of guard warriors came waving their sticks and forced all the canine warriors to kneel. The head people shouted messily, but they didn't hesitate when they knelt down. Immediately, several priests stepped forward, erected a simple altar again, lit a terrifying blue flame, and raised an unpredictable divine smoke.

Mysterious chants sounded, and the priests danced wildly. The guards cut off the head people's hair, and then threw them into the roaring holy fire. In the smoke, the young priest danced at the end, chanting simple and strange language, and then announced loudly.

"The Lord God controls everything, and also determines people's life and death! The hair of the soul is burnt out, and your life is in the hands of the Lord God. Those who disobey the order will be punished by God, burning with pain, and turning into a ghost that disappears with the wind. Green smoke!"

The accompanying translator shouted sharply, conveying the will of the young priest. The head people showed fear, looked at the strange and unknown flames, listened to the curse of the priest of Ability God, and a thick shadow rose in their hearts. After a while, the chiefs finally burst out with submissive shouts, and knelt down on their trembling bodies.

"The Great Wizard of the Sun God!"

Hearing the translation, Shulot nodded. He waved again and asked the priests to use the psilocybin mushrooms they carried with them to prepare the sacred mushroom water. Then, with a blank face, he ordered the chiefs to drink it.

Looking at these color-changing potions, the canine head people shuddered. They struggled and drank slowly in fear under the persecution of the Mexica warriors.

But for a moment, the leaders first trembled, and then danced uncontrollably. They roared and called unknown names, crying and laughing on their faces, the world in front of them was bizarre, as if the eyes of gods were watching, with irresistible power! Watching this frenzied scene, the Mexica priests were commonplace, and the Canine warriors were terrified.

The frenzied dancing lasted for a full two seconds. It was not until they were exhausted that the head man collapsed limply, with dilated pupils in his eyes and a daze in his mind.

Only then did Shirot announce again sternly.

"The Lord God controls everything, and also determines people's life and death! The holy potion flows into the heart, and your life is in the hands of the Lord God. Those who disobey the order will be punished by God, their bodies will rot and die, and their souls will be swallowed by darkness forever!"

Listening to the translated words, the canine warriors cried out in fear, and fell to the ground completely.

"The Great Wizard of Death!"

Shirot once again looked around at the canines, observing their faces. The hidden arrogance finally disappeared and turned into fear from the heart. The young priest nodded, the shocking effect of these rituals would not last long, but it was enough to last until the end of the siege. Only under the dual control of mind and body, these canines can withstand brutal casualties and endure longer in battle.

Shirot finally waved his hand and let the canine warriors take their sluggish headmen to the wooden castle to rest. Then, he turned around and looked at the estuary fortress in the southwest. The siege continues there, but the outcome is about to be decided.

Two days later, the nine thousand reinforcements boarded the naval fleet again and headed to the siege camp outside the fortress. The mighty reinforcements passed by, attracting the gaze of the city head. Under the banner of "crocodile", the Russian faction was independent on the watchtower, wearing the uniform of the commander, and his face was much older. He silently looked at the enemy reinforcements, slowly merged into the camp of the besieged city, and laughed bleakly.

"Okay, very good! The scenery here is beautiful and the river is surging. It is a good place for the 'crocodile' to return to the kingdom of God! The glory that has been passed down for a hundred years will end here. All honorable nobles and heroic warriors will exhaust all of them together. The lives of countless Mexicans bleed here!"

Behind the "crocodile" nobles, the only remaining family warriors showed their will to die. The rest of the big and small nobles looked at each other, their minds floated, and they remained silent.

The setting sun gradually came, dyeing the sky and the earth a bright red, like a harbinger of the gods. In the curling smoke, the two Otomi legions stood opposite each other, also silent.

Giova looked complicated. He looked at his fellow warriors who had converted to the Lord God in front of him, and at the familiar figures on the opposite side, scenes of the past came to his mind. Once, they fought against the Mexicans together and stained the mountains and forests with blood. Later, they parted ways, and one side abandoned the other and betrayed them. Now, together again, under the banner of the Mexica, they fought **** battles in front of Tarrasco's fortress. Things change like a satirical poem.

Natalie looked solemn, his face like a sculpture. He remained calm, all the past no longer mattered at this time. After a while, he took two steps forward and made a greeting.

"Praise the Lord God! Giova of Ottopan, it is a pleasure to meet you here again and join us in the sacred battle of the gods. The Lord God is supreme and omnipotent! He has saved all the confused Otomi people, and we will be for Him Fight and die for him!...May his faith spread throughout the world!"

Looking at Natalie's bright eyes and listening to his pious praise, Giova opened his mouth, but Nuonuo was speechless for a while. After a long while, he said the same in an obscure voice.

"May the Lord God save all the confused Otomi people, and may His faith spread throughout the world."

"Then, salute you, companion of the battle of the gods. Praise the Lord God!"

"Hail to you, Natalie of Hirotepec, praise the Lord God."

The conversation ends here. The two Otomi legions watched each other for a moment before parting ways in the camp. Perhaps it was the result of subconscious action. The two legions were far apart from each other, and the two sides no longer communicated, as if they were separated by a vanishing world.

When dinner began, the canine warriors of Chichimek were like beasts in a cage, howling and shouting suddenly, fighting each other with bare hands, and fiercely competing for the food they were provided. Among the tribes, food is distributed according to strength. Within a tribe, only the strong can eat, and the weak are doomed to starve.

Soon, the guards came to hear the sound, but the canine warriors had already finished their contest and quickly distributed everything. The loser just sat down with his head bowed, his heart secretly ruthless, but no one complained to the Mexicans. The guards looked at each other for a moment, then did not interfere with the customs of the canine descendants and retreated peacefully.

Hundreds of steps away, there is a deep chant. Led by dozens of war priests, the Divine Blessed Legion prayed before meals. The warriors looked solemn, holding the amulet around their necks, full of sincere chanting.

"Praise the Lord Huitzilopochtli! He has given us food, and we will fight for him! . . . The battle will end!"

The tidy chants gradually rose, and gradually resounded through the entire camp, flying towards the blood-red setting sun. Hearing the familiar prayer, the Pike Legion also echoed. Under the leadership of the team of priests, they also stood up in awe, and sang praises of the power and generosity of the gods.

In a pious atmosphere, many Mexica warriors also bowed their heads, put down the food in their hands, prayed for the protection and blessing of the God of War, and prayed for the survival and victory in the war. At this moment, surrounded by chants of the great camp under the city, it was as if the kingdom of God had descended.

The sky-shattering chants drifted to the city head not far away, and the young militiaman Wezti was dozing off when he suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes, looked around nervously with a tired face, and held a spear in his hand. Beside him, the old militiaman Chiwako opened his old eyes with the same difficulty and carefully looked at the situation under the city.

"Uncle, what are the Mexicans calling a ghost? These days, shooting arrows to attack the city during the day, and beating gongs and drums at night, no one can sleep soundly. Now, even this moment of stability is not given!"

Seeing no sign of the Mexicans attacking, Weiz breathed a sigh of relief. He tugged at the turban that covered his head, and stuffed the cotton at the corners into the ear holes, which made him feel better.

Chiwaco listened, and the Mexica and Prepecha languages were so similar that he could vaguely hear something.

"They seem to be praising a very powerful **** called Vichy Chitli... This **** will bring them victory!"

Amid the loud prayers, the old militiaman shuddered as he listened. He smelled danger again.

Wezti looked at the large camp under the city, and suddenly saw thousands of tribal warriors who were naked and howling indiscriminately. He laughed as he looked at the tattered clothing of the tribal warriors, the chaotic scramble, and the beast-like cries.

"Uncle, look! Who are these people? Worse than the poorest household in the village!"

Hearing the sound, the old militiaman looked at the "beasts" carefully for a moment, and shook his head solemnly.

"This is a barbarian who is not afraid of death."

Wizti nodded in understanding. Before joining the war, he had never been out of the village fifty miles away, and he had no impression of the northern dogs. Then, he looked for the most resounding core of praise to God, which was the samurai army that had just arrived today.

"Uncle, look! Who are these people? Everyone has something shiny around their necks."

The old militiaman then looked at the Divine Blessing Legion who were chanting loudly, and after only watching it for a while, he shuddered again.

"This is the master who is not afraid of death!"

Speaking of which, the old militiaman looked pale. He continued to stare for a moment, then stomped his feet sharply, making up his mind.

"No, stupid wood, this city can't be defended! We can't wait any longer! I'm going to find a way to stay alive when I look for the samurai master who defended the city with me last time!"

Having said that, the old militiaman threw the spear in his hand, looked left and right at the other militiamen who were still watching blankly, and without stopping, slipped under the city wall. At the end of the last defense of the city, he performed well and was praised by several samurai masters. He vaguely remembered the residence of a young master, so he bowed his head and ventured forward.

On the second day after the reinforcements arrived at the camp, Shulot sent several captured Tarrasco nobles to the fortress of the river mouth and persuaded the defenders at the head of the city to surrender.

"Whoever opens the gate...gets the reward!...the one who leads the army to surrender...keeps his identity the same!...does not resist...the prisoner can survive!..."

Before the envoys who persuaded surrender could say a few words~www.mtlnovel.com~, several feathered arrows shot at them, penetrating directly from the head, killing them on the spot.

On the top of the city, the fierce "crocodile" nobles put down the sky and looked fiercely at the nobles and warriors on the left and right.

"Your Majesty's reinforcements are on the way! We can still hold on for several months! Those who dare to surrender will end like this!"

The nobles whispered in response to the words of the marshal, their eyes twinkling.

The Russian looked around, pondered in his heart, and then continued to speak.

"The Mexicans are bloodthirsty and warlike, and they are especially keen to sacrifice noble nobles! Now it is a battle of gods. Once you fall into their hands, you will let the other side decide whether you will live or not! Whether you can live and how long you can live is unknown. Count. In the end, there is bound to be a heart-breaking sacrifice on the pyramid!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the nobles changed, and their expressions gradually showed a bit of sadness.

Seeing this, Ospie nodded slightly. He swung his obsidian dagger sharply, slashing his palm, and swore aloud.

"I, the Ospie of the 'crocodile' family, under the witness of the three gods and ancestors, swear here! I swear to live and die together with the river mouth fortress! If this battle can survive, I will give up the family's glorious fief and put this The land population in the north and south of the Manhe River will be shared with you!"

Hearing the oath of the "crocodile" nobles, the big and small nobles were startled, and after a while, they finally responded loudly. The will to fight once again appeared on the faces of most people, whether true or not.

The Mexica legion outside the city waited another day. It was a rare day of tranquility, without the resounding drums of war, nor the whistling arrows. People cherish the quiet night, and do a lot of preparations that they don't know if they can be used.

In the early morning of the fourth day, when the sun shines again, the official siege battle finally begins!

Chapter end

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