Aztec Eternals

"Ancestors witness! Clan leader, uncle! Did you really let your two nieces, Yu Yan and Yi Yan, sleep with that young boy from the Crow Family?!"

"...Otherwise? Do you want to go, myna?"

"Uh! Uncle, that's not what I meant! It's just...just two nieces. It's really wronged!"

"Hmm...what? Brother Bage, I, the head of the clan, didn't say anything, but you are reluctant to let go?..."

"Uncle! For the sake of the clan...nieces and the others...oh!...I feel so bad!..."

The night is dim and the river is turbulent. Mist rises from the sea, and folk songs seem sad among the clouds. The firelight of stars, corresponding to the starry night in the sky, lights up on the desolate coast, like fireflies flying to the end of the world. Fireflies and stars danced, and the night fog and the vast sea slowly enveloped the small Xihe Village. The thousands of Feather Clan gradually fell silent, leaving only a small group of patrolling warriors, disappearing and appearing in the sea fog.

The light and shadow of heaven and earth move with the sun and moon, but the joys and sorrows of the world are intertwined in time. After a night of joys, sorrows, surprises, and anger, and being persuaded to drink a lot of wine by Old Feather, the little crow Sitwewe was already drowsy and unconscious, and was carried into the bedroom by two feathered girls.

After Old Feather Peng Guali arranged all this, he staggered up to the wall of the village, put on the feather crown of the glorious nobles and the sacrificial clothes with butterfly patterns, and looked at his hometown in the south. My nephew Peng Bage personally arranged a night patrol and came back to inquire about the whereabouts of the two nieces, then hurriedly caught up with the village wall.

The two of them stood in tandem, facing the starry night in the sky, stepping on the bonfire on the ground, and standing in the rising sea fog, and they remained silent for a long time.

"Ancestor! Patriarch...otherwise?..."

"Um?"

Nephew Peng Bage gritted his teeth, looked at his uncle standing in the shadows, and couldn't help but speak first.

"Otherwise... let's just keep the two nieces! Xiao Wuwu is pretty good, so let's take advantage of these two days to force him to marry the two nieces! Then, let the two nieces stay in this village , so that they don’t have to move around with us and go hungry...and if they stay here, they can give the clan and the little crow two more people to communicate with!..."

"Hmm... the idea is not bad, but it still needs some heat!... Right now, it's not time to let them stay."

"Ah? Uncle, it's not time yet? When is the right time?... The clan has planned to stay in two days and then migrate north. By then, it will lose contact with the little crow!..."

"Ha! When is the right time? Let me tell you, wait until Little Crow's son is born in the clan! Wait until he has a string of concern in his heart, then that's the time."

"What? Three Gods! It was just one night, how could a son be born so quickly? Could it be that the little crow is possessed by a fertile rabbit? Besides, even if the nieces are pregnant, it may not be a son! …”

"Ha! Brother Bago, why are you so stupid?! Haha!..."

Hearing this question, Old Feather, who had a deep expression on his face and was in the mood to recite poetry, finally couldn't help but broke out and laughed out loud. He glanced at his brave nephew, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

"You! You are so honest... Little Crow can't follow the clan, and he can't invite the wise Mother Earth to see the truth... Wait a year, let Yu Yan and Yi Yan hug the two of them directly A child of about the same age, said to be the child of Little Crow, would make them cry hoarsely... Although Little Crow has a lot of heart, he has not yet become a ruthless gray wolf, and he still needs a lot of experience when the time comes. If you have any doubts, even if you don’t want to fully believe it, you must still have the concern and hope for your biological child!”

"Ancestors witness! As long as he has the hope of being a father, then he will fall into our hands! When encountering important events, we don't ask him to do anything. He won't be able to do it at first. We just ask him to inform him in advance. A letter, or something smaller... When he takes a step forward, when the handle of his reporting falls into our hands... Haha! Then it's time to drag him into the water! At that time, we can let Yu Yan and Yi Yan! , I’m going to find him with my child in my arms! ...After a couple of years, the tribe will probably be completely stable. By then, if the short line of Little Crow is not broken, it will gradually become a long line. Deal with him again..."

"Well... take your time! No one can decide what will happen in the future. Let's do it first... They are both from the same ancestor. I have sworn a blood oath to cut my face to Uncle Feather, can I really hurt him? He has many Wow!…”

"Ah this? This!...Uncle you?"

As the night fell, Feather's sophisticated plan was slowly revealed, which shocked Brother Peng so much that his voice trembled slightly.

He thought carefully for a while and realized that the young crow might fall into the trap. And as long as the little crow falls into the trap and takes the first step of tipping off the enemy, with Uncle Feather's cunningness, he is likely to slowly and steadily drag the opponent down into the trap, trapping him to death in circles! Just like the Tekos descendants who were trapped and thrown away by their uncle in the past few years, and finally blocked the Mexica army...

"Hiss!...Uncle...are you really my uncle?..."

"Um?"

"How do I feel that you are the reincarnation of the old crow, possessed by the old fox, and snakes sprouted from the old feathers...the older you get, the more demonic you become?..."

"What? Bah!...Get out of here!..."

Feather Peng Guali's old face twitched, and his cunning and calm look was broken again. He turned to glare at his nephew and spat in his face, earning him an evasive sneer. And when Feather stood upright again, looking deeply towards the sky, into the deepest darkness before dawn, she sighed faintly again.

"Bago! You have to remember that cunning is the way out for the weak, and it is also the tragedy of the weak! When you can speak with your fists, why use your tongue to provoke and deceive? ... In the end, these are all empty! Long-term strategies, It’s really hard to guarantee, but there’s just no other way…”

"Blessed by our ancestors! Right now, it is most practical to find a way out for our Feather Clan! The situation in the northern continent, the most important bronze smelting, copper mine production areas, and trade routes are all in the hands of the kingdom's coastal strongholds! ... Our Feather Clan’s journey to the north has been difficult and exhausting, and it is difficult to replenish the lost headquarters. We only rely on the last two thousand clan warriors... If we continue to fight hard, the tribe will only become smaller and weaker..."

"I thought about it a lot. We escaped to the Northland and escaped the attacks and sacrifices of the Mexica people. The next step is to find a stable way out. The Northland is so big, much bigger than I imagined. It's enough. To accommodate the Feather Clan's territory! And this way out... I'm afraid I have to convert to the main god, surrender the kingdom, and find a good place to entrust. As for the specific location, I still don't know enough. I can only move northward on one side and move on the other side. After asking around... it would be best to be deep inland, far away from the kingdom's stronghold, with rivers and mines, where you can farm safely... Ah, it's such a good place..."

"Ah? Three gods!... Chief, we have been fighting for ten years, but in the end we still want to convert to the main god of Mexica and surrender to the Mexica people?!..."

Upon hearing his uncle's plan, his nephew Peng Bage was shocked. His face first showed strong unwillingness, and then he felt relief and relief that he could hardly detect. He thought about it silently for a while, then asked in a low voice in confusion.

"Huh? Uncle, since you said you wanted to surrender...why don't we just let Little Crow pull the strings here and join the Mexica people?..."

"Ha! Myna, you are still too young!... First of all, we are surrendering to the Kingdom of the Lake, and to some factions in the Kingdom of the Lake who need us, not to the distant Mexican Alliance..."

Old Feather Peng Guali narrowed his eyes and paced in the shadows, patiently analyzing with Brother Peng Bage.

"Secondly, we can't vote for Little Crow! Why? Because he is too young, his status is not enough, and he simply can't afford the price! If we vote for him now...he will only sell us and pave the way for him to climb up!..."

"Ancestor's Witness! Uncle, I have been running around in circles for ten years. I have not been to any clan in the world. I can see that I am very knowledgeable!... I have sold so many gods and nobles, and now I am selling this last one. You and your clan are on the stage... Then you must find someone who can bid, find the most suitable time, and sell it for the highest price..."

"Finally, who needs us most in this vast northern land, and who can afford the highest price?"

"Well…"

My nephew, Brother Peng, scratched his head, thought hard for a while, and asked tentatively.

"Uncle, the clan has been migrating and robbing all the time, but no one seems to need us? However, if you want to name the one who can afford the highest price, it must be the bird priest from the Lake Kingdom in the northern continent! In that Thunder Town..."

"Singing Bird Priest, Leijin Town, more than a thousand miles to the north! There is also Yushan Village in the middle..."

The corner of Old Feather Peng Guali's mouth raised. This was the exact information provided to him by Little Crow, who was still a "good distant grandson"...oh no, and was now a "blood grandson". Thinking of this, he licked his dry lips and sneered meaningfully.

"Myna, sometimes, when there is no need, you can create a need! Just like a little crow doesn't need a son, but we still have to get him a son... The Songbird Priest will need us, and we can help him a lot. It can also cause huge trouble... So, he needs to pay a big price to recruit us, and we can do all the dirty work for him..."

"Ah? Well, I seem to understand. Uncle, you are still smart!..."

My nephew, Brother Peng, actually didn't understand, but he was shocked again. He lowered his head respectfully and saluted the old gangster uncle.

"Hey! Destiny... God's will... It's like this... Like the wind blowing away feathers... Hmm... Hmm?..."

Feather Peng Guali sighed twice, looked at the sky again, stared at the east before dawn, and recited half a poem in a low voice. Then, he maintained the posture of a glorious nobleman with his head raised, motionless like a statue for a long time, but he could not recite the elegant second half of the poem...

"Huh? Uncle? It's almost dawn... How about I go back and take a nap for a while?..."

"Damn it! Shut up! Listen to me reciting poetry! I have suppressed my anger and am about to shout out!..."

Feather Peng Guali held it in for a long time, feeling angry. He threw the precious feather crown on his head hard, directly from the top of the village wall into the bloody mud at the bottom of the wall. Then, under the horrified gaze of his nephew, Old Feather took off the sacrificial dress embroidered with butterflies, raised his hand and threw it to the tree.

After smashing flowers and plants randomly for a while, Old Feather finally calmed down. He was just like this, shirtless and big feet bare, dancing the bird dance that was used to bluff people tonight on the blood-stained dark red wall, with a ferocious and wanton laugh on his face. He just smiled maniacally, singing the crazy poems in his heart at this moment, and the crazy poems in this life!

"Ah haha! The night demon descended from the night sky and landed on me! I lost the heavy feather crown on my head, took off the clothes of the god, and threw the glory of the nobles into the mud. It really made me happy! …”

"Ahaha! I was once a feather, and I was once a butterfly. Those feathers are so beautiful, and that butterfly is so damn beautiful!..."

"Ahaha! But those are all fake, they are all short-lived fake smiles! Glory is just a cage of death, and faith is just the despair of sacrifice! I have been fucking fighting, watching all the living people die, all the time Being clenched tightly by the shadow’s big hand, I’m so alive that I’m beating hard..."

"Ahaha! When I was young, I was afraid of death! I betrayed everything, just to live for myself, and then the clan!...Ahaha! When I am old, I fled far away, just for the survival of the clan, and then to be the living leader! …”

"Ah haha! I've been running away for ten years, and finally I'm fucking old! The feather fell into the mud, stuck on the crawling snake, and fucking grew into a feathered serpent! The butterfly fell into the forest and was caught in the spider web Eat the spider and the spider will grow wings..."

"Ahaha! The flying feathered snake, the flying winged spider, they are both poisonous and fast! And what about me? I am a snake that grows out of feathers, a spider that grows out of wings, and a night demon that eats people at night! So I was so fast and poisonous that even the monkeys couldn’t catch up with me and I ate the crows in one bite!…”

"Ah ha ha ha! I am not the feather of glory, that guy is already dead... I am a night devil transformed from a feather. I am poisonous, fast, fast and poisonous! Ah ha ha ha ha! This life is really a damn thing good!…"

"Ah! Uncle?!..."

Nephew Peng Bage's eyes widened and he was shocked for the third time. He has never seen such an uncle before, as if possessed by a night demon, yet extremely real and extremely distant! Terrified, he quietly took two steps back, fearfully praying to the gods in the sky to drive away the "night devil" that had descended on his uncle.

"Three Gods! Lord God!... Please, no matter which great god it is, please drive away the night demon from my uncle!..."

Along with Myna's prayer, Feather's wild laughter suddenly stopped, like a night owl being strangled by the neck. Brother Pengba looked up carefully, only to see the first ray of morning light shining from the east and falling into the eyes of Feather Pengguali.

The morning light appears, the dawn comes. Old Feather just stared at the sun in a daze, until the morning light filled his pupils, until the sun shone...until he burst into tears and the ten-year night demon finally disappeared from his memories, he suddenly let out a hoarse cry!

"O Lord God of the Sun! I, Feather, have surrendered to you! Give the clan a bright way to survive! Please give me one too..."

Ah, American mythology and poetry are indeed the source of Cthulhu. Hmm, I want to write about Cthulhu. It’s so exciting.