Aztec Eternals

Yanfeng Shenshan towers into the clouds. Glaciers do not melt for thousands of years, and pines grow into forests for a hundred years. And further down, there are steep cliffs, huge rocks, and pungent sulfur mines hidden in it, connecting with an abyss that cannot be seen to the bottom.

Shulot held the scepter of the death skull and sat on a volcanic rock. He looked at the vast sky and looked down at the majestic mountains and rivers, his expression was as calm as a sacred mountain.

This is the height of 1500 meters above Shuigu City and 3500 meters above sea level. The mysterious and ancient Temple of the God of Death is located behind the king. And in front of the king, there is a vast basin, far undulating mountains, and the holy city of Cholula, which is nearly a hundred miles away, can be seen in the distance.

The priest and elder Weizier lowered his head and sat beside the king. He carefully looked at the ancient temple, and carefully guessed the reason why His Majesty the Mexica chose to meet him here.

"Elder Wizier, this is the sacred mountain of Pocatépetl, and not far away is the ancient Temple of Death."

After a long time, Xiulot spoke lightly, with a smile on his face.

"The ancient volcanic god of death is watching us here. I am here to get the scepter bestowed by the god of death. I pray in front of the statue of the god of death and listen to the enlightenment of the ancient god. He gave me the authority of the Tlaxcala, and also Hand over the holy city of Cholula to me!"

".Praise Death"

Elder Weizier was silent for a while before responding respectfully. He is the hereditary high priest of Cholula, and he doesn't really believe in the revelation of the god of death or the granting of authority. However, in such a place full of divinity, he had to be careful not to offend the unknown horror. Elder Weizier thought for a moment, then spoke cautiously again, trying to guide the topic.

"Your Highness, the authority of the Tlaxcalans is not so easy to grasp!"

"oh?"

Shulot smiled and asked in a deep voice.

"I have an invincible army, I have the scepter of the noble god of death, and I have also won the approval of the people of Tlaxcala. How can I not hold on to power?"

"Your Highness, people will be blinded by the appearance in front of them, and cannot see the truth behind it."

Elder Weizier shook his head. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the pine forest in front of him, and replied calmly.

"It's just like this forest! We see a lush and beautiful scenery, but we don't know that there are deep pits and cracks all over the forest. How can it be possible for the Tlaxcal people at the foot of the mountain to identify with the enemy who destroyed their families?"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Xiulot frowned, and his voice became cold.

"Tens of thousands of Tlaxcalans are plowing for me, and almost no one has fled. Isn't this a kind of recognition?"

"Your Highness, this is not approval. The people of Tlaxcala have never agreed with you."

Elder Weizier looked straight into the king's eyes and denied again.

"The Mexica Legion is wantonly capturing prisoners, scattered all over the land in the south, and killing them at every turn. The captives have nowhere to escape, fear of death, and have no food on them, so they have to bury their heads in farming. In fact, this is just a result of fear. Obedience is just seeing a glimmer of illusory light in the darkness of despair, and clenching it in your hands in vain!"

".Darkness and Light."

Hearing this, Xiulot remained silent. After a while, he responded calmly.

"No, the light they saw was real. Everything they did was not in vain."

"Um?"

Hearing that, Elder Weizier was slightly taken aback. he asked tentatively.

"Your Highness, what will you do with these captives? Sacrifice? Or slave?"

"It's neither a sacrifice nor a slave. At least, most people don't."

Shulot straightened his back and confessed frankly.

"I want them to become citizens of the Kingdom of the Lake!"

"Huh? This is not easy."

Elder Weizier was surprised. He naturally knew that behind these words, financial and manpower needed to be spent, and human hearts and conflicts needed to be overcome.

"In the Kingdom of the Lake, there are the Mexica, the Prepecha, the Otomi, and the Tekos. I treat them equally. I guarantee their food and clothing, and leave a way for them to rise."

Shulot responded with a smile, with strong confidence.

"Now, I have enough patience and means to turn the people of Tlaxcala into my people!"

"this"

Elder Weizier lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and then sighed sincerely.

"Your Highness, you have the mind of a king! Just like the creator of the Toltec Empire in myths and legends, you embrace the entire world!"

"Is it the breast of a king?"

Shulot thought for a while, and felt more favorable towards Weizier. he said with a smile.

"No, I just know how big the world is."

"Well, the world is so big that even with the power of the Teotihuacan Empire, it cannot be completely conquered."

Elder Weizier responded cautiously, meaning something.

"Your Highness, the Teotihuacan Empire colluded with the evil in the volcano and mastered a powerful force! They conquered most of the world, with a distance of two thousand miles from north to south and more than three thousand miles from east to west! However, what will happen to them? How about it? Even with the strength and prosperity of the Teotihuacan Empire, it will suffer the disaster of rapid extinction because of angering the gods!. And the Mexica people today are exactly the same as the Teotihuacan people in the past Than, so what?"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Xiulot laughed. Comparing the ancients with the present is the most common sophistry, and it is used with one heart. The young king smiled and shook his head, his words were full of confidence.

"Elder Wizier, I have been inspired to see the past as well as the future! The Mexica people are completely different from the Teotihuacan people. And this era, unlike the past era, It's completely different!"

".Conquering the world is not only the mission of the Mexica, but also the trend of the times! If you can't do this, when the new era opens, the world will only have destruction and death!"

"Well"

Hearing this doomsday prophecy, Elder Weizier frowned, pursed his lips, and remained silent for a while. He felt very troubled. Although His Majesty the Mexica is young, his will is extremely firm, and there is no room for him to take advantage of it. After a long while, he sighed, changed his way, and pleaded softly.

"Your Highness, the holy city of Cholula has been passed down from the Toltec era. It is the light of civilization of the Nahua religion! It has an extraordinary meaning in the hearts of the people of the world! Please also keep your legion. A godly goodwill!"

"Oh? The Light of Civilization. Go deep into the hearts of the people and maintain goodwill?"

Hearing these familiar words, Xiulot somehow wanted to laugh. He still shook his head, expressing his thoughts.

"In my opinion, keeping this so-called holy city is meaningless to the alliance!"

"Your Highness, you didn't send an army to directly attack the Holy City. That shows that you have scruples and care about the significance of the Holy City!"

Elder Weizier straightened up, his words became a little tougher.

"Every part of the world, reveres the holy city of Cholula! Those who attack the holy city will lose their hearts!"

"Haha, people's hearts?"

Still smiling, Xiulot asked lightly.

"The human heart you are talking about is the heart of a priest, the heart of a nobleman, the heart of a warrior, or the heart of a commoner? If I don't attack the holy city, can I get these hearts?"

"Your Highness! You."

"In the world, it is best to have only one holy city!"

Xiulot's expression turned cold, and he replied sharply.

"I restrained my army and did not directly attack the holy city. I was just waiting for a suitable excuse! Or, a satisfactory answer!"

"Huh? Satisfied with the answer?"

Elder Weizier lowered his head, thought for a moment, and decided not to make any more detours. His eyes were bright, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, when the wind meets the cloud at the right place, it will become the spring rain at this time, bringing life to the earth! What is the answer that will satisfy you?"

"Well, the holy city of Cholula is far away from the Kingdom of the Lake. I don't have to attack and destroy it. You have retained the precious heritage of the Toltecs, and you may be able to make greater contributions in many ways!"

Xiulot thought carefully for a while before answering. He didn't know the specific situation of the elders of the holy city, but only calculated according to what the alliance and the kingdom had seen.

".However, the premise of all this is that you must hand over your independent financial, military and divine power, and obey the arrangements of the royal family and the high priests! You must integrate into the alliance and serve the great cause of the Mexica to conquer the world!"

". Surrender independent power and obey the arrangement of the alliance?"

Hearing this, Elder Weizier's expression was a bit bitter. He gritted his teeth and asked tentatively.

"Your Highness, don't you...don't want to rule the world? Elders of the Holy City, I would like to support you, as long as you keep us alive. In the future, if the alliance changes"

"Huh?! Elder Weizier!"

Xiu Luote's face turned cold, and he stared at the thin old man in front of him sternly. All his good feelings disappeared in this sentence.

"Such a vile joke, I never want to hear it a second time!"

".Yes, Your Highness."

Elder Weizier looked at His Highness's cold eyes, and couldn't speak any more. After a while, he sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to resort to the last dragging formula.

"Your Highness, regarding the future of the holy city and the alliance, we have a lot of sincerity. In addition to the old man who came here, there are also two priests and elders who went to the capital city in the lake and the north to meet the high priests in the capital city and the Northern Route Army. King of the world! Please wait patiently for a few more days, and don’t send legions to plunder outside Cholula City and terrorize the people in the city.”

"Huh? An envoy has been sent to meet the high priests and the king?"

Hearing this, Shulot groaned for a while, but didn't speak for a while. It is more appropriate for the fate of the holy city of Cholula to be decided by the high priests or the king. In this way, the forceful means he originally planned would not be easy to implement immediately

The young king stood up, looked at the vast and high glacier, and his heart became hard again. He glanced at Weizier indifferently, and said in a cold voice.

"Elder Wizier, I have enough patience to wait. But the premise is that the city of Cholula cannot become a threat to the Southern Army!"

"Ah? Your Highness, what do you mean?"

"Since the Eastern Expedition, many people from Tlaxcala have fled to Cholula and to the vicinity of the Holy City. Among them, many are god-born nobles with warriors, and many are ordinary people with their families. Militia! These people are a threat to the Southern Army!"

"this"

Elder Weizier's thoughts flashed. Cholula State originally had a population of 200,000, half of which were in the hands of the local Tlaxcala nobles, and the other half were in the hands of twelve families of priests and elders. Among them, only the 100,000 people who lived in Cholula and its vicinity in the hands of the priests' families were regarded as Toltec survivors.

However, since the Mexica's Eastern Expedition, as many as 40,000 to 50,000 Tlaxcalans have fled into the state! Among them are many warriors who are good at fighting and young men who can defend the city. If you hand them over, wouldn't it be self-destruction of the city?

The elder priest pursed his lips and thought for a long time before saying anything.

"Huh? You don't want to?"

Shulot raised his eyebrows and waved his hand. He turned around and was about to go down the mountain surrounded by hundreds of warriors.

"Hehe, let's see you on the battlefield! The South Route Army will never allow any hidden dangers to hide by your side!"

"Ah, Your Highness!"

Seeing this, Elder Weizier stretched out his hand and shouted hastily.

"Hand over! We are willing to hand over all these Tlaxcalans to you!"

"oh?"

Shulot turned sideways and looked at the priest and elder.

"How many are there?"

"Two nos, 30,000 young and old and weak"

"Not enough, you can't hide it from me!"

Shulot stretched out his finger, shook it, and left an ultimatum.

"Within two months, hand over 40,000 young men and women, 40,000 children under the age of thirty-five! I will let you go. Remember, the Southern Army is just forty miles away, the holy city of Cholula, There is no choice!"

The cold words drifted across the mountain like snowflakes falling from the sky, making Elder Weizier shiver all over. He knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and wanted to shout out opposition, but he only saw the back of the young king walking further and further in the forest.

The cold wind blows through the thin clothes and pours into the old body, bringing a bone-chilling coldness. A cold era seems to come from the wind, reshaping everything.

After a while, Elder Weizier stood up with difficulty and looked at the ancient Death Temple. Only then did he suddenly discover that there was dark red blood hidden between the brick walls of the temple's black stone. The dead blood was almost dry, hidden deep in the ancient gap, but it had already lost its vitality. So what's the use of keeping the dead blood?

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