Aztec Eternals

"O supreme Lord God, I offer you a divine sacrifice with the flesh and blood of the descendants of the gods in the clouds! Please grant victory in the war, and please send a sign of victory..."

"The Lord God has sent down enlightenment! Divination, killing, Shili, Xiaoji!..."

"We will definitely conquer this city! It's just that Xiaoji needs time, and the Lord God also needs time to devour the Rain God in the clouds..."

"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

On the high platform for sacrifice, flames rose, smoke flew up, and bright red gurgled down. The wild prayers and songs float far away from the high platform. The cheers and dances of the warriors made the earth tremble. This is the most sacred and noble ceremony. It uses the most mysterious and bloody rituals and the threatening thunder of artillery to inspire the morale of tens of thousands of Mexican legions.

"Kill! Kill the descendants of the gods in the clouds!...Dedicate! Dedicate them to the Lord God to bring life!...Guide! The souls of the dead in battle ascend to heaven!...Bless! Those who have done meritorious service will be generously rewarded with divine blessings!..."

"Kill them!..."

"kill!…"

The fanatical shouts of death from tens of thousands of warriors shook the valleys and mountains, and reached into the towering clouds. Hearing such an announcement of killing and the rolling thunder, thousands of Mixtec warriors from Yunshan City to Yuntan had panic on their faces. Although they have a dangerous city and terrain at their feet, and although Yunshan City is as solid as if it were made by the gods, and is guarded by three thousand elite warriors, and thousands of militiamen... But when they go up to Yun Shenshan, the respected god-born city lord, and down to Countless humble ant people are afraid of the thunder power of the Mexica God of War and the invincible Alliance Legion that destroys cities and nations!

"O rain god in the clouds! Can we really hold on under the thunder of the Mexica God of War?...The Four Serpents City of the Tlaxcalans, such an unfailing fortress and city-state, such a powerful Tlaxcala The legions were all destroyed after several years of siege and attack by the Mexica... If they were completely surrounded by the Mexica legions and blocked the mountain trails connecting the various tribes of Oaxaca in the southeast... then the food reserves in the city might not be able to hold on. Until two years!…”

Yun Shenshan, the Lord of Divine Origin City, was worried. He stood on the low city wall and looked down from the natural platform tens of meters high. The tens of thousands of Mexican troops were like a ferocious and busy ant colony, spreading out in the valley in an orderly manner. They sacrificed to the gods, they chanted war dances wildly, they shouted the names of the gods, and they wanted to send themselves and their enemies into the cloud of sacrifice. They set up camp, they built altars, their priests and elders held up thatch and shouted, and their god-king also climbed onto the high platform, pointing to the mountain city with his finger amid countless eyes looking up.

"Blessed by the Lord God! God's Legion, blessed by God, will definitely capture Yunshan City!..."

"Send an envoy, in the name of the God King of Mexica! Invite the descendants of the Yunzhong Gods in Yunshan City to a sacred duel under the gaze of the gods!..."

The priests of the alliance rushed to the foot of Yunshan City and used the language of the Yunzhong tribes to initiate a "fight" invitation from the descendants of the gods. This is an ancient war habit in Central America, just like the "Flower War". The two armies agree on a time and number of people, and fight in an upright formation to please the gods in the sky. However, under the bloody fire of Mexica's unification, the old era of gods is long gone.

"The evil Aztecs colluded with the volcano monster! They have lost the blessing of God and are no longer qualified to fight!..."

Yun Shenshan acted decisively and refused the fight. Because, surrounded by the Mexica army, the cloud gods and warriors who went out to fight in the city might not be able to come back. This is just a waste of the lives of the gods, consuming the warriors in the city, and weakening the power to defend the city! However, such a cowardly refusal also demoralized the warriors in the city, and caused the army outside the city to laugh loudly and boost their morale.

"The Mixtecs did not dare to go to war, and the army was divided into plundering the south of the valley! Wipe out all the tribes, break up the noble manors, and capture the strong men who filled the trenches! In the west and south, they built surrounding forts to capture the cowardly clouds. All descendants of the God, please gather around and leave it to the Lord God..."

"Choose elite warriors, go deep into the Eastern Mountains, and cut off their retreat in the mountains! There are no reinforcements in Yunshan City! If the Zapotec Army goes north from the Oaxaca Valley, it will be a sacrifice delivered to the door to please the eye-catching sun!..."

The burning flames extended in the valley, and the shouts of death in the wind were vaguely accompanied by screams. Yunshenshan remained silent, just watching the Mexica army divide their troops and move south, looting the valley further back and destroying tens of thousands of Yunshan tribesmen. He did not dare to send out an army of warriors to fight in the field, nor did he want to send out elites to harass. With the Mexican army gathering, these warriors sent out had almost no chance of survival. He was waiting for reinforcements, no matter which side they came from, from the west or the south, from the clouds or from the sky...

"Rain God! Chief Yunchen is trapped in Shanhe City and is facing off against the Mexica Army. I'm afraid it's impossible to rescue us... The reinforcements from various tribes in Oaxaca are said to have numbered 20,000 people, but why do they always stay there? The mouth of the Oaxaca Valley, which is a hundred or two hundred miles away, is still unwilling to go north in a big way..."

"Wait until night, and then send out a few teams of messengers to ask for help, and go around the south from the mountains in the east!..."

"Blessed by the rain god! Please let this year's rainy season come early! Please let this year's rain be far better than previous years! Please let flash floods appear, submerge the Mexica's legions and camps, and cut off their food routes. ! Please!…"

"Ah! That's right! Gather the temple priests and sacrifice eighty weeping women! Those are the sacrifices that the rain god loves, and they will definitely bring heavy rain for us!..."

After issuing the order to pray to the gods and offer sacrifices, the Lord of Yunshan City, Yun Shenshan, seemed to have heard the Rain God's approval and felt a little more at ease. He looked around again, looking at the almost dangerous terrain in this cold weapon era.

Yunshan City and Yuntan are mutually supportive, with steep mountains on both sides and valleys suitable for farming on both sides. The flat valley has been cut off by the Mexica, but the mountains that are difficult for the army to pass are still in the hands of the Mixtecs. It is foreseeable that the blood of many elite warriors will soon flow in the mountains in the east. And for the ownership of this key retreat, the warriors in the clouds and the jaguar warriors will soon be joined by Oaxaca warriors wearing bat headdresses.

"Camazoz! The bats of death will hunt at night, fly secretly in the mountains and forests, and spread sacrifice and death!..."

Yunshenshan looked southeast and whispered a Zapotec proverb. Beyond the towering mountains is the Oaxaca Valley, the core of the Zapotecs. The Zapotecs, who worship the gods of rain, sun, and corn, also worship the unique god of death and killing, the bat god Camazoz.

With this underworld deity as the god of war, the Zapotecs also developed a special "Batman", that is, the Oaxaca bat warriors who are good at night fighting. They are indeed not good at large-scale battles, but they are really good at small-scale fighting in the mountains and forests...

"The gods are witnesses! The ancestors are witnesses! As long as we wait patiently, wait for the rainy season to come, wait for the arrival of reinforcements... everything will turn around, just like the golden eagle flying in the clouds, seeing the faces of the gods!..."

A golden eagle flew into the clouds, and could not see the gods and kingdoms of God as people imagined. It only saw the vast and clear clouds, and the upcoming humid rain on the sea. April has just begun, and the rainy season in Central America will not arrive for another month. However, thousands of miles away from the Atlantic Ocean in the East China Sea, the rainy season on the Portuguese coast has come to an end, and it will end completely in another month. At this moment, a tattered carrack sailboat finally anchored in the territory of the Iris Clan, docked next to a small Portuguese fishing village.

"Merciful God! We ran aground, repaired the sailboat with difficulty, survived terrible storms, and even experienced a ten-day windless period... Only then did we finally escape from the wild and terrible East and return to the prosperous and bright world of God!..."

The new captain Dela Cosa was in tears, kneeling on the Portuguese land, praying devoutly to the God in his heart. Behind him, a dozen refugee-like crew members also knelt on the ground, shouting the name of the Son of God, crying with joy.

"Huh! Finally, we have a decent supply of food, and we don't have to eat those messy things, even the natives... But the next dangerous voyage, the Portuguese alert fleet... What should we do?"