Aztec Eternals

"What? Set fire to the food?! How brave! How dare you scare you, Mr. Feather... Damn it! Is it really burning?!...Stop, stop first! Blow the conch horn!..."

"Didi! Woo!..."

The piercing sound of the conch horn resounded across the battlefield. The feathered warriors who were about to climb up to attack the city paused, looked back in confusion, and saw the waving retreat flag. Soon, these experienced warriors obeyed the order and withdrew from both sides. Ding Zhuang, who was attacking the stronghold from the front, was furious. He suffered another round of feather arrows and spear stabs, leaving more than a dozen corpses behind, and then retreated in a rout, almost disturbing the feathered guards.

Feather Peng Guali jumped and shouted, holding a spear himself, knocking down two retreating soldiers, and led hundreds of warriors to gather up the retreating troops. After finishing these tasks, he aggressively took a few steps forward, protected by several large shield warriors, looked at the young priest at the top of the city and cursed.

"Damn it, where did the little priest of the kingdom come from who dared to threaten to set fire? He didn't even have hair, and he just screamed like a crow and called you Mr. Feather?!..."

"Blessed by our ancestors, Uncle Feather Pengguali! Are you almost fifty this year? You are a figure of my grandfather's generation. My grandfather often mentions you and praises your appearance and demeanor!... Come closer and let me see..."

"You're so close! You cunning little brat, do you want to trick your uncle into getting closer and then shoot him to death with an arrow? Let me tell you, when your uncle was playing this trick, you weren't even born yet!..."

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On the wall of the village, the little crow Sitwewe squinted his eyes and carefully watched the clan leader who appeared. The clan leader was very cautious and only exposed half of his head outside the shield, revealing a head of messy hair like a bird's nest and a vague half of his face. He looked at it carefully for a while, with confusion on his face. Is this foul-mouthed, unkempt old man really the famous Feather? Is it really the feathered prince with a majestic appearance, who likes to wear a feather crown and looks like a god descendant, as his grandfather said? …

The little crow looked at it for a while, still unsure about paying attention. He looked not far behind him. The two sharpshooters shook their heads, indicating that the other party was too cautious and was too far away to be sure of hitting. The little crow pondered for a while and then continued to shout to the bottom of the village wall.

"Ancestors witness! I salute you, you are really Grandpa Feather! My little crow is here today. Our ancestors are all from the same family. Calling you Grandpa... That is also the proper etiquette. It is nothing!..."

"...What ancestral family? Who is your grandson?...Huh? Little Crow? Crow family?...Who are you from Old Crow Sitley?!..."

"Uncle Feather, I am the grandson of Old Crow Sitley, Sitwaywe! Grandpa told me that the Feather family in the north and the Crow family in the south were the same family two hundred years ago!..."

"What? Are you the grandson of Old Crow?!"

Hearing this answer in Prepecha's native accent, Feather Pengguali was stunned, and the expression on his face also changed a little. A feather from the north and a crow from the south, both with birds as their clan, indeed both come from the bird tribe of the various wilderness tribes that went south when Tarasco was founded more than two hundred years ago! The ancestors of both sides are really from the same branch!

More than ten years ago, he met Old Crow Sitley, discussed relatives with him, and traded goods from various fiefdoms. He was a true old acquaintance of the kingdom...

"Huh?! Little Crow, are you really the grandson of Old Crow? Didn't you, the southern nobles of the kingdom, fail to assassinate His Highness Mexica who went south and were killed by the other party's sacrifice?... How come you are here, here? The northwest coast at the end of the world?…”

"Uncle Feather, please come closer and shout louder. I can't hear you clearly!...Ah! Those who were sacrificed were comfrey, palm and other families who didn't know the general trend and rebelled against His Majesty. But we crows obeyed Your Majesty and moved to the big river. On the north shore, while assimilating the Otomi people, they have slowly taken root. Over the years, the kingdom has been running the northern continent, which is a rare opportunity for each family to make a difference! After I graduated from Shenwei University, I followed my grandfather's arrangement and went north here. Presiding over the academic affairs of a place! My brother Xi Feng is also in the north, and there are also many young descendants of other families in the north..."

As the little crow Sitwewe spoke, his voice gradually lowered and he drew his feathers closer. From time to time, he glanced slightly to see the two ambush marksmen. The sharpshooters held their breath and hid their bows, staring at the approaching Feather Prince. However, Prince Feather seemed to be aware of it and stopped abruptly. He stood behind two shields and shouted to the wall again.

"Three Gods witness! You little crow, don't talk nonsense with me! It's better to let your grandfather come...Hurry up and open the door for me to surrender!"

"Uncle Feather, I'm afraid it's not easy for you to see my grandfather! He has already gone to the Kingdom of God, just over a year ago, in the fiefdom north of the Leman River!..."

"What? Old Crow is dead?! Is he gone now?..."

Hearing the bad news about his old friend, Feather Pengguali was stunned again, feeling inexplicable sadness in his heart. In the past ten years or so, the old Prepecha nobles of his generation, including Sky, Silver, Crocodile, Lithospermum, Palm, Crow... are almost all dead. Only one of his feathers was left alive and kicking, being chased like a crow in a mourning nest, running around without a home...

"O ancient ancestors! What unpredictable fate!... Little Crow, I brought my clan here. I never thought I would meet the old people of Prepecha... Forget it! Your grandfather is dead, and I won't either I’m talking nonsense to you... For the sake of our same ancestors, as long as you bring people to surrender, I promise not to kill you and treat you like my own grandson!”

"...Ancestor's Witness! Uncle Feather, I can't surrender to you! The kingdom's laws are very strict. If I surrender you, our Crow family's fiefdom in the kingdom will be completely gone!...You have been wandering around for so many years, and you have come to This northern continent can be regarded as avoiding the fighting among the tribes on the plateau... How about this! You bring your clan and surrender to the kingdom, and I promise to provide for you and serve you like my own grandfather..."

"What?! You asked me to surrender to you! Little Crow, take a good look, who is putting the war stick on whose neck now?!...Stop talking nonsense, if you don't surrender, wait for me to break the stronghold, No one left alive!…"

"Uncle Feather, you put the war stick on my neck. But the kingdom also put the war stick on your neck! You can't keep running away, and the tribes in the north don't have much food. It’s not that easy to snatch... Ancestor Witness! I really can’t surrender! If you force me again, I will just set a fire and turn it into ashes along with the food in the village... Except for Xihe Port, sir! , there are dozens of small tribes with hundreds of people in the surrounding two hundred miles... You can't find another place where you can get food for thousands of people... And if you make up your mind to surrender to the kingdom, then this northern land It is so vast that it is common to split the earth and enfeoff the land. We have also enfeoffed a group of Tlaxcala remnants before! As long as you surrender, I will immediately send a batch of food to feed the Feather Clan..."

"Huh? What a mess! What are you talking about, little crow?...The Northland is so vast? Isn't this the end of the world? Ah! Is there a continent further north, and are there tribes?..."

"The Lord God has witnessed! Yes, so that I can let you know... My brother Xi Feng is located in Huwan Port, seven thousand miles away in the north! And twenty thousand miles away in the north, all the way to the white ice and snow country, there are coastal strongholds of the kingdom, and we have our general The priests and warriors of the Lepecha people went to preach and assimilate to countless Jiao people tribes and rebuild the great Jiao people... As for the leader of the next kingdom stronghold eight or nine hundred miles north, he was the eldest grandson of the crocodile marshal Ospai! , little crocodile Osweiwe!…”

"Ah! Twenty thousand miles north, such a vast northern continent?! What, Western Bee is in the north, and the grandson of that old crocodile guy is also not far to the north?..."

Hearing about this unheard of vast world, Feather Pengguari couldn't help but open his eyes wide, with shock and imagination appearing on his face. He couldn't help but pop up, look at the young priest on the wall, and asked loudly.

"Little Crow, are you telling the truth? Are there really any remnants of Tlaxcala who were enfeoffed in the North by the kingdom?..."

"Witness the Lord God! It's true! You are my uncle, I will never lie to you! ...Cum!!"

"Ah You!!…"

The two marksmen stood up suddenly, revealing the big bows in their hands, and then quickly released two bronze feather arrows! The arrow flew towards me, with a vibrating sound of death, like a bird returning to its nest, flying towards the "bird's nest" exposed eighty steps away. But when the arrows whizzed towards him and he felt the breath of approaching death, Feather Pengguari was suddenly shaken out of his wits, his knees weakened, and he let out a cry of terror.

"Damn it! Another sneak attack!..."