Aztec Eternals

The arrow flew, and the leader fell to the ground. In an instant, under the banner, there was a shocking silence. After a few breaths, the surrounding sour wood guards rushed forward, with despair and panic on their faces, and shouted in disbelief.

"Master!"

"Legion Commander!"

Seeing the fallen Yotico, Turquoise Tessie Whitney's expression changed drastically. He directly left Cloud Snake Hunter behind, turned around, and ran towards the banner.

Travito had a look of surprise on his face. He widened his eyes, trying to find the warrior who shot the arrow to kill the enemy. But the light of the flames was indistinct, and the shadows of the people were swaying and chaotic, but it was not clear at all.

"Who is it? He was able to shoot and kill the head of the Mexica Legion, making such a great contribution!"

"Such a sharp shot must be a famous hunter in our Tree Snake City!"

Izz looked at it for a moment, but found nothing. But a night attack, with such military achievements, is enough to explain to the city lord.

"Travito, don't look! Let's go while the Mexica lose their leader! We will retreat to the city, and then ask the warriors to go out and reward the hunters who have made great achievements!"

"Hmm Izzy"

Travito clenched the copper ax in his hand, and looked at Izz beside him, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"The leader of Mexica died in battle, and the warriors lost their commander. If we charge again."

".It's too late! If we had shot the opponent's leader two quarters of an hour earlier, we might still have a chance."

Izz thought for a while, then shook his head. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the outside of the sour wood banner, which was surrounded by aristocratic banners with different family patterns.

"The sky is about to light up, and the battle groups of these Mexica nobles are slowly returning to order. We have too few people, and without the cover of night, we will not be able to defeat them! Let's go!"

"Two quarters of an hour early."

Travito raised his head unwillingly, and looked under the chaotic banner. If that warrior could shoot and kill the enemy leader earlier, he would have a chance to completely defeat the Mexica Legion! And at this moment.

"Hey! Let's go!"

The cloud snake hunter sighed, turned and left. He didn't look back, and hurriedly retreated outside the camp with dozens of remaining tree snake warriors. The nearby aristocratic battle groups guarded their respective banners and killed the scattered tree snake warriors, but no one took the initiative to pursue them.

At the same time, the place where the backstab really hit. A thin figure with a longbow on his back, swaying footsteps, disappeared in the chaotic fight. In the direction he was going, there was a flag second only to the sour wood flag. On the banner was a tall fir tree with a red cloud on the top of the tree. The red cloud shrouded the tree, like a blood-colored eye, quietly watching everything that happened under the moonlit night and dawn.

A few quarters of an hour later, Telavito took the warriors who attacked at night, detoured through the south gate, and finally returned to Tree Snake City. On the way to retreat, some tree snake warriors who hadn't died yet joined his team one after another. But after returning to the city, after a quick count, only a hundred or so of the five hundred tree snake warriors who attacked at night remained.

More than 70% of the elite night raiders either died on the spot or were scattered throughout the Mexica barracks. And when it was daylight, the only destination for these warriors in the enemy camp was to go to the Divine Kingdom of the Cloud Snake. The night raids and fights in this era are so tragic!

The city lord Okot stood at the head of the city, watching the fire outside the city, and waited for the whole night. When the morning sun rose and the sky was bright, Travito appeared in front of him again and fell to his knees with a "bang".

"City lord! Travito, you have lived up to your expectations! The cloud snake blesses you! We smashed through the enemy camp, killed the Mexica commander, and came back!"

The cloak on the cloud snake hunter was already stained red with blood. His gorgeous battle clothes were also torn everywhere, and they were badly damaged. However, when he held his head up and chest out, and confidently responded loudly, the crowds of people in Tree Snake City became silent.

"Good! Very good! Travito, my warrior, you are a real warrior, a holy hunter blessed by cloud snakes! Haha!"

Mayor Okot showed joy and laughed loudly. He looked around and saw the excited expressions of the warriors in the city, he hesitated for a while, and then announced loudly.

"The great victory in the night attack is the victory given to us by Cloud Snake! As the leader, Travert received divine grace and was promoted to a hereditary nobleman! The deputy leader, Izz, fought bravely and was also promoted to a hereditary noble! And the warrior who killed the enemy leader also You must be promoted to noble! As for the other returning warriors, everyone will have a generous reward."

Afterwards, Okot paused. He turned his head and looked at the heroic cloud snake hunter for a moment before making up his mind to inspire the soldiers in the city again.

"From today on, Travert is my son-in-law, a descendant of Cloud Snake! I will marry my youngest daughter to him! Cloud Snake protects us, and Tree Snake City is unbreakable, as stable as a majestic mountain!"

"Blessed by the cloud snake, it is as stable as a mountain!"

Passionate shouts sounded from the top of Tree Snake City, carrying the fighting spirit of the Tlaxcalans to fight to the end. Afterwards, Travito and Izz searched for the night attack team, but failed to find the hunter who made great achievements. It was probably lost in the Mexica military camp, and there was no chance of escape.

A few miles away, the sour wood camp was fighting. The scattered warriors of Tlaxcala were killed, and their corpses were piled up and sacrificed to the supreme god. The nobles closed their camps, the four thousand militiamen lost thousands, and the rest collapsed. And more than 3,000 city-state warriors also lost thousands of casualties in the melee of the night attack, which was really heavy casualties.

The noble flags of the alliance were broken and fluttering, and the camp was full of gloomy clouds, and there was a lot of crying. Among those chaotic cries, there are heart-piercing sincerity, hypocrisy of crying without tears, and half-hearted eagerness.

Two days later, King Avit received the news and led an army of 30,000 to the tree snake city. He looked solemn and expressionless, and went to the camp immediately to check Yotico's body. The glorious nobleman who used to be rebellious is now lying quietly on the log, wearing a solid bronze armor, but his neck is full of blood that cannot be melted.

Watching this scene, Avit pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he spoke solemnly.

".The glorious nobleman Jotico died in battle. It is the glorious death of a warrior. Under the guidance of the Lord God, he went to the red country, where he will enjoy peace and beauty forever!.The Lord God blesses him!"

Hearing this, all the generals bowed their heads one after another, and paid tribute to the highest-level commander of the alliance who died in battle since the Eastern Expedition.

"The Lord God bless you! May you enjoy happiness forever!"

Avit lowered his eyes, with deep sadness on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the great nobles in the Sourwood Legion. The king's eyes stopped for a while on the front middle-aged nobleman, and he ordered in a deep voice.

"From today onwards, the Sourwood Legion will be taken over by the Honorable Noble, Spruce Patriarch Hochkalo!"

Hearing this appointment, the Sourwood nobles looked at each other. Although they were a little surprised, no one objected. Jotico's eldest son is not in the army, so Spruce Patriarch Hochkalo is indeed the most suitable candidate to succeed him, and he is also a member of the city-state.

In the Nahua language, the meaning of "hotchkalo" is a flowering fruit tree. The meaning of "Yotiko" is the trees in the sour fruit forest. From the name alone, one can know that there is a close blood relationship between the two. In fact, Hochkalo is the cousin of Jotico's grandfather, and one of the great nobles in Sourwood City, second only to Yotico.

Hearing this, Spruce patriarch Hochkalo put away the sadness on his face, showing a little excitement. He stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Respected king, Hochkalo obeys your will! I will reorganize the Sourwood Legion and fight bravely for the supreme sun!"

"Well, do it well! Hochkalo, I've always been at ease when you do things!"

Avit's expression moved slightly, and he nodded slowly. Then, with a smile, he stretched out his hand and shook Hochkalo's hair.

"Assemble the disbanded militiamen and warriors as soon as possible, and reorganize the Sourwood Legion. Next, follow me to capture the Tree Snake City and sacrifice blood to the nobles in the city. Sacrifice the immortal elders and avenge the heroic commander of the Yotico Legion!"

"Yes! Follow you!"

Hochkalo lowered his head, eyes twinkling. After a while, he raised his head, and shouted at the sourwood nobles around him with grief and killing intent.

"Sack the Tree Snake City, sacrifice blood to the nobles in the city! Sacrifice for the immortal elders, and avenge the heroic commander of the Jotico Legion!"

"Siege. Blood sacrifice. Sacrifice for revenge!"

Soon, under the guidance of the priest accompanying the army, the angry shouts of the Mexica warriors resounded through the camp of tens of thousands of troops! That voice was like a howling tide, and like thunder in the sky, with the will to destroy everything!

King Avit did not wait, did not hesitate, his heart was as hard as a stone, and he had already made all preparations. In the early morning of the second day, when the simple ladder for climbing the city was finally transported from the camp outside Feathered Snake City to the base of Tree Snake City, tens of thousands of Mexica legions began their brutal siege without stopping!