Aztec Eternals Chapter 9

At noon the next day, the sun was warm and dazzling. Shulot was wearing the robe of an aide, sitting on the mini-pyramid beside the palace, looking up at the magnificent Moon Pyramid in front of him.

The decision of the priesthood has spread throughout the city-state and nearby villages, and today is the day for the mobilization speech. Shulot looked at the high moon pyramid, his grandfather Shuttle was wearing a full set of dozens of pounds of high priest costumes, the golden light flickered and shone in all directions.

The Pyramid of the Moon has a special meaning for Shulot, where everything changes. Staring at the Pyramid of the Moon, the dazzling light made him wake up like a dream, sinking into some distant memory. It was a "past" memory, even if it had begun to blur. In that memory, he was a post-90s youth who liked history and geography. He was curious about the ancient civilizations of the Americas, and he played the Aztecs countless times in civilization and Europe. At the age of 25, he finally had the opportunity to travel to Teotihuacan, Mexico, and secretly climbed the Pyramid of the Moon at night.

That night, he sat on the ruins of the temple at the top of the tower. The Milky Way is vast, and by coincidence, the Leonid meteor shower, which occurs once in ten years, is rustling down. On a whim, I made a loud wish to the meteor: "I would like to go back to the past, lead the ruined Indian civilization to rise again, defeat the invading European colonists, and turn America into the America of the Indians!"

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground in blackness before his eyes. In his confusion, he felt a beam of white light, followed by infinite dizziness and rapid color changes. When he woke up again, he could no longer see the world, and could only vaguely feel it. The surrounding situation is still in the ancient city of Teotihuacan, but there is a lot of life everywhere.

He wandered in the hazy world with no purpose or direction. He just came to a remote thatched hut by feeling, where there was a huge attraction. He walked through the wall and felt two connected lives, one was a weak stray light, and the other was a colorless dot. By feeling, he threw himself into the colorless dots, the white light flashed in an instant, and his consciousness was blurred.

The next awakening was accompanied by a piercing cry, which seemed to be made by yourself? He opened his eyes and saw the low roof and two faces that seemed to be both happy and sad. Black hair, yellow skin, and a hunched figure cast a huge shadow in the moonlight, covering his small frame.

The sad look finally replaced the joyous look. He didn't cry anymore, but heard another suppressed cry. A hunched figure suddenly straightened up and carried him out of the room.

The crying gradually faded away, and the baby's brain couldn't support him thinking too much. He felt that he was being held by a pond, and then the water gradually flooded over him. Become an abandoned baby yourself? The young body coughed violently and couldn't breathe. It seemed that he heard a new cry next to him. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and the new body was no longer conscious. When he woke up again, he turned into a white light without vision.

This time he didn't wander around anymore. After recognizing the scale of the building, he slowly drifted towards the most prosperous and huge center, resisting the occasional attraction from the surroundings. Wandering in the center of the ancient city, I finally felt the new attraction in the bustling palace and society, so I threw myself into the colorless dots again.

Waking up again was accompanied by his own crying as always, and an uncontrollable laughter. Opening his eyes, a young and burly man was holding himself up with both hands, wearing a feather crown, an erect body, and a white cotton robe. The resolute face, the same black hair and yellow skin.

The roof is high and painted with colorful figures and scenery. There was a circle of people kneeling around, grinning but silent. There was still a young woman lying on the bed, but she was laughing with tears. Soon, a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a stone crown hurried over, poke his calf away, then looked at his little one and laughed with joy, and then said something incomprehensible loudly. A word is repeated several times. The surrounding people also repeated the word, vaguely: "Shirot!". Since then, he has had a new name, Sherlot.

The middle-aged man in the memory is now standing on the high platform, and time has aged his face. Only the dazzling golden light illuminates the crowd below. Nobles, warriors, and commoners came from all directions, gathered under the pyramid, and listened to the divine news conveyed by the high priest.

"God of the sun, **** of war, the people guarded by Vizielopochtli. The blood of Viziropochtli, the new Tratoani, brings the order of the gods to take up arms and join the king's holy Coronation war, to capture the offering chosen by the gods, the weak Otomi people of the north."

The majestic voice was recited by the priests from the top of the Moon Pyramid layer by layer, becoming more and more grand, finally covering the entire square, and awakening the Shirotte in his memories.

"Twelve rainy seasons have passed since the last holy war and great sacrifice. The sun of the fifth era made a promise with us that he needs thousands of hearts to maintain the light of the sky, otherwise the sun will go out, All things will wither. Now is the time for sacrifice!

The earth under our feet, Sipatelli, has also made a promise with us that he makes corn grow and nurtures all things, and we repay it with blood, otherwise the grain will never be harvested. The earth thirsts for blood!

The world is balanced, and the God of War keeps the world running. As each of you knows, the population of the city-state is increasing, the number of babies being abandoned is increasing, and there will be less and less food in our hands! The world has lost its balance, and God of War needs life to prevent the destruction of the world.

We only have one choice, to capture the enemy's life and sacrifice it to our guardian, this is a battle of gods to save the world! "

Limited productivity, limited food, limited population limit and unlimited population growth. This is the historical cycle law of Central America. Sherault thought that there were inevitable reasons for the seemingly endless wars and sacrifices.

The commoners were talking in panic, worried about the priest's terrifying prophecy. Fear was channeled again, transformed into a determination to take up arms. The nobles and samurai remained silent.

"I swear in the name of the Patronus: in this sacred war, all young warriors, as long as they capture one prisoner, can be promoted to the first-class captive; if two captives are regenerated, they can be promoted to the second-class Vastek hunter. ; three reborn prisoners, three-level elite fire warriors; four regenerate prisoners, they are the real four-level senior warriors, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can join the eagle warrior group or the jaguar warrior group, and get a piece of wealth from the city-state forever The land, even the chinampa in the lake! The same goes for all the priests involved in the war."

The warriors roared and shouted excitedly with unknown meaning, and some even pulled out their long sticks to make the sound of knocking on their shields. Some newly promoted military aristocrats were also excited when they heard about Qinampa.

"Our enemies were the weak Otomi people, whose ancestors were so easily expelled from our God-given Valley of Mexico, that killing them was as simple as pulling up weeds. And these hyenas still haunt our valleys, see drooling over our farmland. Only by completely sacrificing them to the gods can we defend our most precious land.

The Otomi city-states were rich, with countless tortillas, black refried beans, cocoa nuts, cotton cloth, and all kinds of beautiful flowers, feathers, herbs, silver, gold, obsidian, and precious stones. There are no warriors in their city-state, only sacrifices, slaves, and your future wives! "

The hereditary nobles were finally moved, and the big nobles whispered about the lack of luxury goods. Desire finally burns in the eyes of all.

"Warriors, for the promise of the gods, for the glory of the warriors, for our land, and for the wealth that belongs to you, let's join the holy war. The priests will join you, in the name of God, this battle will be won. !"

At this moment, except for Shulot, everyone in the audience finally fell into meaningless shouting and howling, and finally, under some guidance, it was transformed into two words that shook the world: "War, war!"

The tidy shouts resounded through the sky, representing the will of a certain nation. This scene, deeply engraved in the eyes of a young man, is unforgettable.

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