Aztec Eternals Chapter 215

"Goddess Haratana, take my soul!"

A mournful cry resounded in front of the two armies, and the last Tarrasco warrior slammed forward and threw his shield forward. Then, surrounded by more than a dozen Mexica warriors, he swung his copper axe with both hands in desperation, and threw himself at the nearest enemy.

"boom!"

The Mexica warrior in front of him quickly sank and raised his shield. The sharp axe slashed **** the shield, and the blade of the axe pierced into the wood for three points.

"Pfft!" Before the Tarrasco warrior could draw out the copper axe, Nekali on the side stepped forward and squatted, slashing the axe on the opponent's thigh, breaking the vital artery, and the warm liquid sprayed out. The Tarrasco warrior immediately lost his strength and stood unsteady. The surrounding Mexican warriors rushed up immediately, waving their sticks violently, smashing the opponent to death in an instant.

Nekali lowered the **** copper axe in his hand and straightened up. He looked around, the open battlefield was blood red, and the fallen corpses were all over the field. The breeze blew across his face, like the loving hands of the God of War, with a strong **** aura. The senior scout closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the slightly sweet smell. The glory of the **** battle and the joy of victory reverberated in his chest. Then, along with the other warriors, he spread his arms and shouted to the sky.

"Vizilopochtli, God of War, bless us! Divine victory belongs to the Alliance! Honorable Mexica warriors, invincible!"

"Invincible!!"

Witnessing the victory of the first duel, thunderous cheers erupted from the army formation in Mexica. The warriors shouted in unison, prayed to the gods of the sky, and praised the glory of the warriors! The priests danced the ritual dance again and recited the psalm of the **** of war. The Tarasco army formation on the opposite side was quiet, and the warriors of Wang Jun's army looked heavy and their morale dropped significantly.

"What a wonderful fight! I want to reward the victorious samurai and promote them to military nobles!"

With a smile on his face, Shirot on the hill couldn't help but pat his hands in admiration. His eyes swept across the surviving people, silently counting the number of people who were rewarded, and then his heart sank.

Of the 100 Mexica warriors participating in the fight, fewer than 20 were able to stand on the battlefield at this time. This is a casualty rate of more than 80%, and it is the bloodiest sacrifice to the gods! On the opposite side, the Tarasco warriors had a 100% casualty rate. The surviving Mexica warriors showed no mercy. They took out the obsidian daggers and checked the bodies on the ground one by one. If you encounter an undead enemy, you will make a knife on the key point; if you encounter a comrade who can still be healed, you will carefully carry your back to the rear.

Tarrasco's Wang Jun watched all this silently, and no one came out to stop it. This is the way the holy covenant fights: the witness of the gods, the battle before the battle, and the endless death!

"Skilled in combat, brave and old-fashioned. Devoted to the gods, and seeing death like life. There are so many senior Mexica warriors!"

Su Angua's eyes flickered, thinking about the details in the fight. In this fight that was destined to consume each other, he did not use the most elite copper axe guards, nor did the commander on the opposite use the pro-army next to him, and the people participating in the fight were ordinary senior warriors. From the details, you can see the big picture. The elite warriors of Mexica who were promoted according to their military merits were obviously better in martial arts.

"Then, try to avoid melee fights in the decisive battle. Rely more on the discipline of the Wang Jun, rely on the sharpness of the bronze soldiers, and form a spear formation to cooperate with each other... Since the group battle before the formation is unfavorable, the warriors will be singled out!"

The young king nodded slightly, then waved his divine scepter. The drums of war sounded again in Tarrasco's army. A strong bronze axe warrior then stepped out of the guards and came to the front of the two armies.

"Blessed by the sun **** Kurikaveri! I, the warrior from Appachingan, the 'crocodile' Hitarama, fight against the most valiant Mexican warrior!"

The returning Toltec had already reported to Shirot. At this moment, he was standing in the guard behind His Highness. Hearing the Tarasco fight, the bellicose black wolf immediately stepped out, shouting with light in his eyes.

"His Royal Highness, I, Toltec, are willing to fight!"

Hearing this, Shirot pondered for a while, then nodded with a smile.

"Okay! My black wolf, go catch prey for me, and show your skills in front of the two armies!"

Toltec bowed his head in excitement. In front of the battle, it is not allowed to use disgraceful throwing spears or bows and arrows. The black wolf then put down the long bow and copper arrow, and strode out of the army with only the battle stick and shield in hand.

"Blessed by the **** of war Huizilopochtli! I, the warrior from Tepanicapan, Toltec the Black Wolf, fight against the warriors of Tarasco!"

Toltec grinned wide, with a majestic confidence radiating on his face. The samurai facing him nodded slightly and took out the copper axe from his waist. The two stood on the blood-stained battlefield, standing at each other a dozen steps apart.

The black wolf put away his smile and clenched the battle stick and shield in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the opponent's figure, and his eyes swept across the deadly head, neck, side waist, and **** like a sharp blade.

After a moment of silence, the drums of war suddenly sounded. The warriors on both sides raised their shields halfway at the same time and advanced a few steps, and soon reached the distance where the swords meet. Then, the footsteps of the two began to change rapidly, and at the same time, they moved to the side that was difficult for the other to care about, like a jackal in a circle. The weapons in the hands of both sides also swayed slightly, making it difficult to judge the action of launching an attack.

The tense confrontation and movement lasted for a dozen or so breaths. Shitarama kept catching Toltek's figure from the corner of his eye, and then his expression froze, realizing that the opponent's agility was better than his own. He no longer hesitated, let out a loud shout, and strode forward suddenly. His left arm slammed the huge shield outwards, disrupting the opponent's sight. The right arm first retracted slightly, and his gaze locked on the opponent's side waist, which was a swift slash!

At this moment of life and death, Toltec's eyes lit up. He flicked his feet and took two steps diagonally forward, sticking to the shield of the opponent's left hand, avoiding the slash of his right hand. Afterwards, the shield of the black wolf's left hand pushed forward, interrupting the opponent's attempt to turn around, and his right hand suddenly swung out diagonally from below.

"Middle head!!"

"Bang, click", a crisp collision was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. The obsidian battle stick swept through a grim arc, hitting the back of the Tarrasco warrior hard.

"Uh! Hmph..." The slanted neck suppressed the voice of the throat, and Shitarama's miserable cry was only halfway out, and it turned into a low end sound in the nasal cavity. He snorted twice like a dying hare, before bleeding from his nostrils, and his head swaying to his side.

"Bang!" Toltec didn't hold back and hit the Tarrasco warrior again on the head. The opponent fell heavily to the ground with a "pop", let go of the battle axe in his hand, his hands and feet suddenly trembled twice, and there was no sound.

Fast speed, majestic power, precise timing! A true warrior duel, the attack never fails, and the victory is determined by the shot, and life and death are but a moment!

Toltec glanced at his dead opponent and grinned again, a smile of pure joy. He took a few deep breaths, adjusting to the rapid breathing of the explosion. Afterwards, the black wolf raised his arms high and shouted loudly towards the front of the formation.

"Vizilopochtelli, the **** of war, bless me! I, the black wolf Toltec, have defeated my opponent!! I am the black wolf of His Royal Highness, hunting the white deer of Tarasco!!!"

The heroic cry spread far and wide. Seeing the other samurai boasting of victory, Su Angua's face sank. He turned his head and looked at the general Yuku, who was in the bodyguard.

"Yuku, my loyal hound. If you are replaced, how much chance of victory is there?"

Yuku's face was like a sculpture, looking at Toltek's flushed face, he said in a deep voice.

"Proficient in combat skills and quick movements. Breathing is a little messy, but physical strength is still there. Your Majesty, I am 60% sure."

Su Angua shook his head slightly. He waved his scepter again, and another sharp copper-axe warrior saluted the king and walked silently from the guards. Holding a particularly huge shield, he looked at Toltek who was standing in the field, and shouted loudly.

"Blessed by the sun god! I, the warrior from Sakapu, 'The Deer' Eisley, fight against 'Black Wolf' Toltec!"

Toltec nodded solemnly, sinking and getting ready for battle. Not long after, the battle drum of decisive death sounded again!

In the sky-shattering drums of war, Toltec advanced a few steps and once again began to stalemate with his opponent. Eisley is worthy of the name of the deer. He has a quick pace and moves extremely fast. The two of them took a dozen or so breaths, but no one could take the dominant position. The confident black wolf no longer waits. He made rapid progress, approaching within two steps of his opponent, and then slammed his stick from top to bottom, delivering a quick and powerful short strike.

"Bang!" Eisley took a step back, raised his shield steadily, and caught the attack. He moved his body again, the copper axe in his right hand was hidden, maintaining a strong deterrent. The fierce confrontation was instantly divided, and the opponent maintained a stable defense without revealing any flaws. Toltec had to distance himself and deal with Eisley again.

Similar fights continued. The fight lasted an astonishing three or four minutes. Only then did Toltec find the opportunity to cut Eisley's left leg and cut his opponent's right arm. Finally, he took a step forward and slammed down suddenly, knocking the shield into the air, breaking the opponent's defense from the front for the first time, and then beheading Eisley with the backhand!

The copper axe in Eisley's hand slipped weakly. Until the time of his death, this tough Tarasco warrior never really made a single shot.

"Damn it! What is Sakap's 'deer straightening'? It's a tortoise from the Leman River!"

Toltec blushed, gasping for breath. Intense walking and fighting consumed too much stamina. After a while, he raised his arms again and shouted in front of the two armies.

"Blessed by the God of War! I, the black wolf Toltek, have defeated my opponent!! No one in Tarrasco can compare to me!!!"

Hearing this, Su Angua looked calm. He looked at the general of the guard again.

"how?"

"Breathing is messed up, my physical strength is gone. I lose my prudence and my heart is arrogant. Your Majesty, I will kill this person!"

Yuku firmly affirmed. Su Angua smiled and nodded. The sculptural warrior held a slender bronze spear and a sharp bronze axe at his waist, strode out of the army with extremely precise steps.

"Qin Congcan warrior, 'Hound' Yoku, fight against 'Black Wolf' Toltek!"

Yuku's face was like a rock, and he called out briefly and calmly to invite battle, but his eyes shone with a fiery fighting intent.

Toltec was taken aback for a moment. This is the middle-aged warrior by the king's side, who he had just observed carefully. Immediately, the same fiery fighting intent flashed in his eyes. The two looked at each other again, and even the air became hot. The black wolf took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance again.

At this time, a sharp snail horn suddenly sounded from under the banner of the black wolf. Then, the warrior chief Bertard hurried out and grabbed Toltec, who was waiting for battle.

"His Royal Highness has an order, Toltec returns to the army! Give the opportunity to fight to other warriors!"

Toltec struggled reluctantly in the hands of the samurai captain. He turned his head hard and looked at the hill not far away. Under the flying flag, His Highness looked serious and nodded affirmatively. Only then did the black wolf lower his head, and instead of looking at the hound who was sure to laugh at him, he returned to the army in a dejected manner.

Yuku didn't smile. He watched the original prey leave with no expression on his face, then closed his eyes slightly and remained motionless, waiting for a new prey.

After a while, a burly Mexica warrior stepped out of the array. He held his head high and shouted proudly forward.

"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Torocamp, the heir to the noble nobles, the valiant 'Black Panther' Yomac, fight against the 'Hound' Yukuyo of Tarrasco! Remember, the one who killed you It's Yomark!"

Yuku opened his eyes slightly, looked carefully at the extremely tall figure of the other party, and the calf that the shield could not cover, and nodded slowly. He put down his shield, held a copper spear nearly two meters in both hands, and pointed diagonally forward. The left hand close to the front is slightly loose, the right hand close to the back is firmly grasped, and then the legs are opened and bowed slightly, just stand still and wait.

The thunderous war drum sounded again. Yomac held a shield and a battle stick, and took a few strides. His eyes were fixed on Yoku, but he couldn't see a trace of the opponent's movement, like facing a frozen sculpture. The burly warrior strode forward, stepping on deep traces on the soil on the ground. He believed in his majestic power, unstoppable in his hometown of Torocamp.

Soon, the two of them were only five steps away. Yomark pushed out the shield in his left hand, suddenly waved the battle stick in his right hand, and rushed towards the enemy without a shield in front of him!

At this moment of lightning and flint, Yuku finally shot! With a flash in his eyes, he took an oblique step, his left hand was loosely gripped and lowered, and his right hand was gripped and raised. Then, his right hand suddenly pushed forward, hitting the half-loose left hand, and the two hands met, a precise and fierce stab!

The shiny gun head slid across a sudden, sharp arc, "Pfft!" and plunged into Yomack's calf. The burly body in the charge of the other party staggered suddenly, and the shield in his hand pressed down subconsciously. "Cha!" The copper spear was quickly recovered against the shield, making a harsh scratching sound. Then again, "Pfft!"

A smile finally appeared on the face of Yuku's sculpture. "Boom!" He kicked the opponent's shield with one kick, and then with the force of the shock, he retracted the sharp spear from the enemy's body. The shield and battle stick fell in response, and the burly Yomac fell backwards on his back like a fragile reed toy of the Maya. He tried his best to raise his hands and hold down the blood-spitting neck, and bright red popped out of the big hole above the collarbone. Soon, the boundless darkness struck from the bright red, mercilessly devouring him.

Yoku planted his bronze spear on the ground, turned around, and bowed his head to the king. Then, he calmly raised his arms and declared victory to the army formation in Mexica. Cheers finally sounded from the army formation in Tarrasco, accompanied by the excited cries of the warriors.

"Yuku! Yuku! The hounds given by the three gods to capture the tigers and leopards of the Mexicans!!"

Under the wolf flag, Shulot opened his eyes wide, recalling the movements of the Tarasco warrior's stabbing gun, but he couldn't remember it at all. The young commander looked solemn. He heard the shouts of the enemy, gritted his teeth slightly, and waved the small flag again.

This time, a tough jaguar warrior stepped out of the array. Wearing colorful tiger skin armor and a low feather crest, he roared fiercely at the enemy in front of him.

"Guardian of the God of War! I, the warrior of Tenochtitlan, Ixka the 'War Tiger', fight against the 'Hound' Yukuyo of Tarrasco!"

Seeing the garb of the jaguar warrior, Yuku's expression became solemn. He clenched the spear in his hand and bowed his head in a salute. The fierce drums of war sounded again, and the duel of life and death continued!

Ixka only touched the ground with the soles of the front half of her feet, maintaining the undulating lightness like a tiger or a leopard. He moved in small steps, fearful of Yoku's swift and precise spear, maintaining maximum flexibility.

This time, "Hound" Yoku also began to move. His steps are extremely precise, and he is not far from grasping. The two sides have been tentatively fighting for a few moments, and he can always be in the right position to dodge the opponent's attack. With the advantage of the copper spear's length, he attacked Ixka's weak point again and again like a plunging snake.

"Bang, bang!" The jaguar warrior's shield was steady and powerful. Ixka raised his shield to block, turned the shield sideways, without any redundant actions, and completely defended all attacks. He got close to the opponent several times, waved the battle stick in his right hand, and slammed the opponent's vitals!

Yuku, however, was like a nimble hound, leaping lightly and dodging with a dash of subtlety. From time to time, he held his hands apart, using the thick barrel of the gun to lift the battle stick sideways, and when he backhanded, he shot again quickly! The two of them continued to negotiate like this, like jumping tigers and leopards, and every simple movement was filled with infinite murderous intent!

Shulot stood at a high place, watching the wonderful fight carefully, his eyes were full of brilliance.

In the use of spears, this Tarasco warrior already has the prototype of the spear technique of the Celestial Dynasty. With the development of armor, the pike infantry will occupy the absolute main position in the medieval army. This kind of spear technique is slightly improved and simplified, and it is suitable for large-scale promotion in the army.

After a while, Ixka suddenly roared. He threw the shield in his left hand vigorously, and with a quick loop of his left arm, he controlled the spear pierced by the opponent. Then, the jaguar warrior stepped forward, raised the battle stick in his right hand, and was about to deliver an imminent fatal blow to the enemy who had lost his weapon!

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on Yuku's indifferent face. He suddenly let go of his hands holding the gun and threw a punch with his left hand, hitting the opponent's shoulder holding the stick, slowing down the speed of swinging the stick. And almost at the same moment, his right hand pulled out the copper axe at his waist extremely quickly, and with a short and powerful slash, he slashed directly into the opponent's neck!

"Zizi!" Blood spurted out, splashing the faces of the two of them. Ixka's pupils contracted suddenly, and the pain made his whole body spasm. There was cold pity in Yuku's eyes. He slashed again with a vicious slash, and a big head fell instantly as if it were real, bright blood flowers bloomed dazzlingly, and eternal liberation really came!

The situation on the field was instantly reversed, and Shulot opened his eyes wide in surprise. He watched as Yoku stepped back, wiped the blood from his face, bowed his head in a salute to the king, and raised his arms again. The Tarrasco warriors cheered wildly, and the Mexica warriors were silent.

"What an incredible warrior!"

After a while, Shiloh came back to his senses and whispered in admiration. He had been keeping an eye on King Tarrasco, and when he saw him walking away from the king, he realized that this was a truly powerful warrior. Only then did the young commander hurriedly order to recall the exhausted love.

"how?"

Shirot looked calm and looked at Toltec. The black wolf had been shouting nonstop just now, requesting to continue participating in the war. At this moment, he kept his mouth shut, and looked at Yuku who raised his arms in the field, the fighting intent in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"how?"

Sherlot looked at Bertard again. The samurai chief clenched the battle stick in his hand and replied in a deep voice.

"It's not weaker than me, it's worth fighting. If you don't use bows and arrows, you can only be 60% sure."

Hearing this, Shirot shook his head. He was in a bit of trouble for a while, and even the samurai chief felt it was difficult, so when other people fought, they would definitely die.

While the young commander was pondering, a Mexican scout came hurriedly from the north. Waving the red flag of urgency in his hand, he walked unhindered, accompanied by his samurai guards, until he threw himself down in front of His Highness.

"His Royal Highness! More than ten miles to the north, reinforcements from the Tarasco people appeared! The enemy army numbered more than 2,000, all dressed in samurai armor, with the hummingbird flag in the formation, from the capital Qincongcan City!"

"What? More than two thousand, more than ten miles away?!"

Shirot clenched his fists and asked sharply.

"Confirmed that it is the reinforcements of Qin Congcan City? The Western City-State Corps is responsible for guarding the capital, can there be messengers to pass on it?!"

"The scout confirms that it is Qin Congcan's banner! The city-state legion has no messengers yet!"

"Damn it! These blind moles are hard to bear, and they are bad for me!"

The young commander just scolded in a low voice ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and immediately sorted out his emotions and gave orders to the generals in awe.

"Toltek!"

"exist!"

"Give you 2,000 longbow militiamen and 500 elite scouts to stop the northern enemy! Before I defeat Suangua, I will not allow any enemy to go south, can I do it?!"

"No! I am willing to die for His Highness, and I will defeat the enemy in front of me!!"

Toltec looked excited. He got down on one knee and raised his hand.

"it is good!"

Then, Shirot raised his right hand, looked around the generals, and shouted again.

"Everyone obeys the order! Don't wait, defeat the Tarrasco King's army, the decisive battle is now! Sound the drum, blow the bamboo flute, and wave the battle flag! , Longbow personally guard, the whole army strikes!!!"

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