Aztec Eternals Chapter 237

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"Huh? The alliance's scout wooden card? It's higher than my level."

The spear militiamen were meticulous, forming a tight formation and surrounding the two with sharp copper spears. The young captain Guzman was puzzled. The two people on the opposite side were wearing black robes, their bodies were stained with blood, and they were carrying a bamboo basket behind their backs. He looked at the wooden sign handed over by the other party, identified it carefully for a while, and asked again in Mexican.

"You are the kingdom's inner responders?"

"We, Alliance, people!"

Chiwaco blinked his old eyes and continued to repeat in simple Mexica. Guzman scratched his head. He couldn't understand the accent of the other party very well, so he turned to the militia of his cronies.

"Please come here, General Ezpan, there may be urgent information."

A militiaman came out immediately and went north. The rest of the people held their spears steadily, aiming at the two people in the encirclement, and the tip of the spear touched the vital point of the chest and abdomen. Chiwako and Puap repeated it several times, but the captain on the opposite side said nothing and looked serious. Soon, a large amount of sweat seeped from the foreheads of the two of them.

Not far to the north, Ezpan stood at the end of the street in blood. He shook the cold spear in his hands and looked at everything in front of him.

The majestic capital fell under the night sky, and the flames and screams were scattered in the wind; the flag at the top of the Palace of Winds fell silently and fell in front of the palace full of bright red; the top of the House of Winds was lit with blue fire for hundreds of years. The temple was destroyed in the thick smoke; the great nobles passed down from generation to generation also wailed and fell, becoming the icy embellishment in the gorgeous manor...

This scene of scenes fell into the eyes of the descendant Ezpan, and it also turned into the surging emotions of his chest. The once mighty nobles and high priests are now as cheap as dust and mud, crying and prostrate at his feet, and one word can decide life and death!

Ezpan's expression changed. He stroked his severed fingers, his heart full of joy and confusion. After a long while, he turned around, looked at the position of His Highness, and sighed faintly.

"This is the choice of life!... The **** of fate is unpredictable, only the incarnation of the gods will survive in the world!... If there is no His Highness, what will happen to me?..."

Ezpan was sighing, and the militiamen who reported the news came in a hurry. The two simply whispered a few words, and went south together. Soon, Ezpan saw the surrounded inner servants. He looked at the hummingbird pattern that was vaguely revealed under the other party's torn black robe, and his eyes were condensed.

"Are you in-house? Samurai of the Hummingbird family?"

Hearing the familiar capital accent, Puap's expression finally relaxed. He nodded and answered cautiously.

"We are the inner responders to open Nancheng. Now there is an urgent military situation, and I want to meet His Highness."

"Meet Your Highness? Military situation? What military situation?"

"..." Puap was at a loss for words. He looked at the old militiaman.

"Blessed by the Lord! May I ask who you are?"

The old militiaman asked with a respectful smile.

Ezpan first glanced at the scout wooden sign, then looked at Chihuako's smile, and finally glanced at the other party's bamboo basket before speaking.

"I'm Ezpan, I was born in the south of Qin Congcan, and I have been a miner for many years. Now, I am the new commander of the Alliance Tarasco Militia Corps, and also the temporary adjutant of the Pike Corps!"

"Ah! Legion Commander!"

The old militiaman looked bewildered, but Puap was surprised.

"In the Mexica Union, we Prepecha people can actually reach this position! We lead a legion alone!"

"Well. I have been following His Highness for two years, and I was one of the first followers to follow His Highness!"

Ezpan raised his head and answered proudly, with a little more favor in his heart.

Chiwako pondered for a while, then pulled Lapuup hard, and then pointed to his chest.

"Old Pu, take it out! He can be trusted!"

The Ash Warrior hesitated for a moment before taking out His Highness's jade talisman. Ezpan's pupils shrank instantly. He watched carefully for a moment, and his expression became serious.

"His Royal Highness's Jade Talisman?!"

Chiwako nodded and said seriously.

"This eldest man, we know the whereabouts of the prince of the royal family, and we want to report back to His Royal Highness!"

"What? Prince! Where?!"

A smile appeared on Chiwaco's face.

"My lord, this... We are all from Prepecha, and we will serve His Highness together in the future. We should take care of each other... Why don't you go with us and report to His Highness?"

"Yeah, Your Highness personally promised me the title of nobleman, and also gave me a token of jade talisman... We are all Prepecha people who are loyal to His Highness..."

"Huh?... The Prepecha... Your Highness's promise... Take care of each other..."

The fire shone brightly, illuminating the three people who looked at each other. Miners, peasants, and warriors, three different identities of Tarasco descendants, met here for the first time. In this era of change and unknown, their ordinary fate was changed by the war of the Mexica Union. They had already attached themselves to His Highness, and thus embarked on a path they never thought of. There is a bright future on this road, and an unpredictable future!

After a while, Ezpan touched his severed finger again. He finally smiled and nodded solemnly.

"Blessed by the Lord God, as it should be!"

"The Lord God bless!"

The three laughed and prayed at the same time. Chief Chihua breathed a sigh of relief, the clothes behind him were soaked through. He pleaded sincerely to Ezpan.

"Master, let's go now! There is chaos and fighting in the city now, can we send two militia teams to take care of our family!"

"Okay! Where is your residence?"

"Master, wait for me."

The old militia turned around and ran halfway down the street, calling out all the hidden brethren. He patted Wizti's shoulder hard and warned carefully.

"Wood, you stay and go find Reed. She's in a hole in the house! Be careful!"

Puap also left a name with a close friend. Ezpan asked Guzman to lead the team to protect. Then, he took a group of people and hurried to the south of the city. His Highness has already entered the city, and is currently sitting on the southern gate in person!

A strong wind blew through the south gate full of torches. Xiulott stands on the eight-meter-high tower, looking at the lights of the city that never sleeps, and his heart is full of pride and passion for conquest! He watched the dark green torrent move forward, occupying all parts of the city, destroying all resistance, and planting the flag of the Alliance!

The screams of killing came from far away, and the cheers became higher and higher. In the eyes of the young king, tonight's picture is so beautiful, like a masterpiece he painted with his own hands. A fresh night wind blows, and it is so refreshing, which makes people think about the distance.

"The wind in May is really warm! Once the capital has been conquered, the warriors should stop for a while. We must do our best to protect and provide relief to the people of the capital, and save manpower as much as possible! Next, spring ploughing is the first priority!"

"Your Highness is merciful!"

Bertard exclaimed sincerely.

Shilott smiled. He looked around, hundreds of guards holding bows and sticks, firmly guarding the south gate up and down, while a messenger galloped back and forth, reporting the latest battle situation everywhere.

"His Royal Highness, General Oloshi sent someone to report: Most of the Turks camps have been destroyed, and the surrendered enemies are like turkeys all over the mountains, and thousands of prisoners have been captured!"

"His Royal Highness, Marshal Iscali sent someone to report back: the four gates have been completely blocked, and none of the gods of Tarasco can escape! General Kozart of the east gate is brave and good at fighting, with keen eyes, he has already caught a prince. It is really the blessing of the Lord God!"

Hearing this, Xiulote was stunned, and the face of the weasel owner appeared in front of his eyes. He smiled and nodded.

"Send it to the camp to check your identity. If it's true, you will be credited with a major contribution."

"His Royal Highness, General Etalik reports: The artisan camp has been captured, and more than a thousand senior artisans have been captured, including more than a dozen master coppersmiths! The logistics camp has just been occupied, and a large amount of food, army supplies and women have been found!"

"His Royal Highness, General Kuluka is reporting: The South City is under control, and the fire is under control. The Long Spear Legion is heading to the East and West cities!"

"His Royal Highness, General Natalie reports: The priests of the temple lit the flames, the temple at the top of the pyramid is burning, and there should be no priests surviving. The troops are sweeping away the great nobles in the center of the city, and there are many harvests from looting, please send reinforcements!"

"Order Orosh's troops to enter the noble area as soon as possible, and the looting and harvest must be recorded clearly!"

Then, Shirot frowned and asked.

"The House of Wind Temple has been inherited for hundreds of years. It is simple and magnificent, and is famous all over the world... Why not put out the fire as soon as possible?!"

"This... Your Highness, the priests of the temple lit thousands of kilograms of the stone of the dead... The thick poisonous smoke spreads, covering the entire pyramid... The warriors can only retreat!"

"Ignite thousands of catties of sulfur!"

Shulot was startled and looked away. Under the pitch-black sky, a thick black smoke is faintly visible, rising from the center of the city. Thick smoke filled the sky, obscuring the brilliance of the stars and moon, and making the sky even darker. The flame at the top of the temple was hidden in the black mist, occasionally revealing a dazzling blue, as if the world of the dead had descended.

"Tarasco's priestly inheritance will be cut off here... let alone, let the Lord God reshape the faith!"

Shirot shook his head. Then, he thought of something and asked suspiciously.

"Where is Toltec's messenger? Has the chief minister of the Palace of Winds caught it? What about the rest of the Tarrasco royal family?"

"This... General Toltec has taken the palace. He sent his guards, reporting that the chief may be dead? The royals are on the hunt..."

"Maybe? Manhunt?"

Xiuluo's eyes condensed, and the pressure like a mountain was revealed. The messenger "Putong" fell to his knees and replied in fear.

"General Black Wolf said that he would personally apologize to His Highness!"

The young king had a sullen face and nodded slowly. He raised his head and looked into the city, and saw a group of militiamen with guns and torches, rushing from the end of the street, and soon came to him.

"General Ezpan asked for an audience, and there is important information in return!"

"Let him come up."

The group quickly climbed up the tower. Ezpan only brought Chiwako and Puap to the place a dozen steps before His Highness, and respectfully knelt down and saluted.

"His Royal Highness, the new sun illuminates the sky above the majestic capital. The capital of Tarrasco has fallen, and you are the land in the vast lake, the only true king in the hearts of all Prepecha people. !"

Hearing this, Shilot laughed. He looked at Ezpan and shook his head with a smile.

"Stop! There's more to do later. What the Prepecha people will think of me depends on how the spring ploughing is done this year! Ezpan, you came to see me, not just to say a few words of congratulations, right? ?"

"His Royal Highness is wise! I have met a few insiders in the city. They are the heroes who sacrificed the South City Gate. They have His Highness's jade talisman in their hands. Now they have to report the information of Prince Tarrasco!"

"Oh?"

Shirot looked at the two in front of him with interest.

The Prepecha man on the left is older and has an old face, with a respectful smile on his face, but a bit of poise. At the end of his eyebrows, there are weather-beaten wrinkles, and he looks like an old farmer. The warrior on the right was in his early thirties and looked quite nervous. He had a fierce face and a strong figure. At this moment, he was bowing his head restrainedly, and then handed out the jade talisman in his hand.

The young king took the jade talisman, and after a brief look, he was sure that it was the letter talisman given not long ago. He nodded and smiled softly.

"Very good! You sacrificed the south gate to save the army from sieging the city, and you also saved many civilians in the city. You have made a lot of credit! I promised you a hereditary noble title, and I will not break my promise, and I will also receive the due rewards. There... well, where is the prince of Tarrasco now?"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your generosity!"

Puap had a look of joy on his face and fell to his knees. He kowtowed heavily to His Highness a few times before complaining angrily.

"His Royal Highness, we infiltrated the Palace of Winds and took a lot of effort to take the royal family's Prince Chatini. As a result, when we were at the east gate, we were intercepted by a general guarding the city... The prince and his belongings were all taken away. Take it, we almost lost our lives!"

Hearing this, Ezpan's face froze, and he translated Puap's words. Shirot frowned slightly before speaking calmly.

"So that's it... The prince captured by the East Gate is called Chatini. Well, I've never heard of this name, and it doesn't seem to be in the forefront of the inheritance rights."

Chiwako raised his head and carefully watched His Highness's expression. Seeing that His Highness was indifferent, he immediately knew in his heart that this military exploit was hopeless. The old militiaman gritted his teeth, put down the bamboo basket behind his back, groped for a moment among the soft and gorgeous feathers, and finally, under Bertard's vigilant eyes, pulled out an emerald gem bigger than a fist!

"Dedicated to you, great lord! This is the jewel of the Tarrasco royal family, as big as the moon!"

The sparkling emeralds sparkle in the firelight, reflecting a breathtaking light. At this moment, the surrounding warriors held their breaths at the same time, staring at the changing light of intoxication. In the culture of Mesoamerica, the crystal and bright emeralds symbolize supreme wisdom, which can see through everything like a feathered snake and foresee the distant future!

Shirot suddenly straightened his back and stretched out his right hand. Chihuaco carefully handed the gem to the guard. The personal guard checked it a little, and then handed it to His Highness. Sherlot touched the bright and smooth huge gem with joy in his eyes.

"Such a huge emerald gem! It fits my title of 'God's Revelation'!"

"Your Highness, this gem is inherited from the royal family of Tarrasco. It bears witness to the great deeds of your ruined kingdom, and it also fits with your divinely inspired wisdom... It is the gift of the Lord God! It promises you to rule the land of the lake. Kingship!

If it is made into a scepter and announced to the people...the priests will write prayers and praises, the poets will write poems and sing...not only the legion will be admired~www.mtlnovel.com~Land in the Lake If the people of Prepecha hear it, they will bow down respectfully and accept your rule! "

Ezpan's eyes lit up. His thoughts flashed, and he knelt down again to congratulate him. As a native of Prepecha, he knew that the people of the lake were equally devoted to gods, obsessed with fetishes, and feared fate and omens. This gem, if used properly, will outshine tens of thousands of samurai!

Hearing Ezpan's suggestion, Sherlot pondered for a while, and laughed happily again.

"Ordered by the sky, longevity and longevity... Well, very good! Ezpan, you really have a good idea! After this western expedition, you should also be promoted to a hereditary noble. And just with this idea, Your future is glorious!"

Hearing His Highness's promise, Ezpan trembled with excitement and bowed to the ground with joy.

"Thank you, Your Highness! Please hold my hair, you are my only sun!"

Shirott smiled and stretched out his hand, and the faces of the guards immediately showed an envious look. Although Chiwako and Puap can't quite understand it, they can roughly understand the meaning. The old militiaman's eyes were a little red. He gritted his teeth and took out a **** cloth bag from the bamboo basket again!

"Generous lord, here is the chief of Tarasco!"

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