Aztec Eternals

"Praise the Lord God! He leads our way after death and bestows invincible divine power! In the holy Eastern Expedition, dedicate ourselves to the Lord God!"

The frantic prayers of the war priest sounded before the dispersal of the throwing vanguard, symbolizing the will of the gods and the king. Hundreds of pioneer warriors looked solemn, raised their heads to face the dark clouds in the sky, and prayed in unison.

"Praise the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"

Then, the balls of divine power were taken out of the wooden box, and they were hugged tightly by the pioneer warriors, as if they were holding the gift of the gods. The war priests shouted in high-pitched and hoarse voices.

"Light the fire! Dedicate your life to the Lord God! Fight for the King!"

"Dedicate yourself to the Lord God! Fight for the King!"

The vanguard warriors showed their will to die and shouted frantically. Only the most devout warriors can gain the glory of using the divine power sphere. Their voices resounded through the sky, even on the battlefield where artillery roared, arrows flew, and fighting was constant, they could still be heard clearly.

"Huh? What's that?"

Cloud snake hunter Telavit stood on the east wall, looking in the direction from which the shout came.

I saw more than a hundred Mexica warriors in a loose formation, forming an array two hundred steps away from the city wall. Behind them is the second team of warriors with the same number. In front of them, there are more than 20 war priests leading prayers. And in their arms, they all held a rather heavy pottery ball. After the priests prayed, they held up torches and burned the pottery balls. Afterwards, these strange Mexica warriors, like hares being chased by jaguars, tightly hugged the smoking pottery balls, and charged desperately towards the tree snake city wall!

"Dedicate your life to the Lord God!"

The frantic shouts approached quickly, carrying the ominousness before death came. Travert pursed his lips, looking solemnly at the rushing samurai.

"I think I've heard of smoking clay balls somewhere. They are."

Thinking of this, Travert's expression suddenly changed. He immediately took out his big bow, aimed at the rushing enemy, and shouted sharply.

"Quick! Quick! Shoot 'em!"

"Whizzing!"

The enemy's charge was extremely fast, and they were in an extremely loose formation. The cloud snake hunter shot two arrows in succession before killing a vanguard warrior near the city wall.

The smoking pottery ball fell from the warrior's hand and rolled out of the city wall. The nearby bronze armored archers retreated immediately, their expressions nervous and flustered. And most of the vanguard warriors have already arrived at the foot of the city wall. They climbed up the ladder quickly, and before they reached the top of the city, a warrior raised a pottery ball and threw it violently at the city wall.

"Hiss."

The pottery ball rolled down from the top of the city, neighing slightly, and landed at the feet of the crowded defenders. A pottery ball was emitting light smoke, and landed not far in front of Travert. The brave Cloud Snake Hunter felt that he was a policeman, and immediately retreated a few steps, directly grabbed a city-state militiaman, and stood in front of him.

".hiss."

It was quiet for a moment, as if even the wind had stopped. Then, comes the destruction!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!."

Terrible explosions erupted suddenly on the east wall, forming thunder that shook the world. More than 30 pottery terriers exploded at the top of the city, igniting the big canopy with flames and emitting acrid black smoke. Balls of fire ignited on the top of the city, and sharp pottery pieces flew like blades! Within two steps, whether it was a warrior in leather armor or a militiaman in civilian clothes, they were all dead instantly!

"boom!."

The sound of the explosion came from near and far, pouring into the ears, making people dizzy. The breath of the volcano came to the nostrils, with a pungent smell, and it was extremely hot.

Travert was shaken by the sound waves, his feet trembled and his footing was unstable. He sat down on the ground directly, with his hands on the ground, coughing again and again. After a few breaths, he regained his composure a little bit. He felt his hands were hot and humid, but when he managed to look up, his hands were bright red!

"Cloud snake! Bless me!"

The heart of the brave cloud snake hunter trembled, and a chill ran down his spine. If you are killed by this kind of monster weapon, you will not have any glory at all, and you don't even know whether your soul will fly to the kingdom of God or be dragged down to the abyss! He immediately groped his body repeatedly, but found no serious wounds. He looked carefully, and it turned out that it was the militiaman who had just stood in front of him. His neck was cut by the flying pottery fragments, and he was bleeding profusely at this moment.

"Um?"

On the hill, King Avit frowned, looking at the panic-stricken city, his expression showed dissatisfaction. He had been paying attention to the throw of the vanguard warrior, but the explosion just now.

"Why didn't most pottery tribulus explode?!"

The guards on the left and right looked at each other, but no one answered for a while. After more than ten breaths, the war priest accompanying the army fell to his knees and confessed to the king in fear.

"Your Majesty! The ball of divine power uses the power of the earth, flames, and death! The craftsmen extract the essence of the dead from the abyss, and then ignite it with flames, attracting the attention of the volcanic god of death. However, it is the wet rainy season now, and the rain god is in charge. Everything between the heaven and the earth suppressed the divine power of the Volcanic Death God. He weakened the power of the explosion, and even misfired."

Hearing the priest's explanation, Avita nodded, his expression slightly relaxed. He looked at the front of the formation, the second team of one hundred pioneer warriors was shouting the slogan of the gods, launching a desperate charge! The warriors ascended the city first, and then threw this powerful but extremely unstable ball of divine power again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!."

A thunderous explosion exploded on the top of the city again, bringing roar, flames, smoke and death!

Most of the divine power balls misfired during the rainy season, quietly stopping at the feet of the defenders, spreading unknown horrors. There were also some divine power balls that exploded ahead of time, directly blasting the vanguard warrior holding the pottery ball into rags. However, even if only one-third of the ball of divine power exploded among the defenders at the top of the city, it would be enough to destroy the remaining morale of the defenders and break the crumbling hearts of the people!

Because, in these days of brutal siege battles, the defenders of Tree Snake City have already reached their limit, and they are only short of the final thunder blow!

"Ah! It's the thunder of the God of War! The God of War has come to destroy us!"

"God of hunting! I implore you, bestow divine power and save us!"

"No, no! This is the monster of the underground volcano!"

The Tlaxcalans also believed in gods and feared demons. Facing such an unknown and mysterious force, the warriors and militiamen at the top of the city suddenly fell into complete panic. The chaotic and fearful shouts were intertwined in all directions, like the crowds fleeing and colliding with the city, and it was all chaos. And the sharper voice among them is the hysterical, terrified howl after a complete collapse!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"What the hell is this?"

On the towering Pyramid Temple, the Lord of the Tree Snake City, Okot, had a drastic change of expression, watching the chaos on the wall of the eastern city in panic. At this critical moment of siege, such chaos is enough to destroy the entire city-state. His hands and feet trembled, he shouted sharply, and screamed wildly to order the guards.

"Quick! Quick! Let Priest Cloud Snake go to the city to appease people's hearts!"

"Okay! It's this time!"

On the southeast hill, under the banner of the commander of the evil spirits, King Avit waits no longer. Without hesitation, he waved the command flag in his hand, pointed at the east wall, and roared loudly.

"The Lord God bless! My eagle warriors! Go, take this city for me, take the capital of the Tlaxcalans, and win the greatest glory in the Eastern Expedition!"

"Lord God bless! Praise my king! Roar!"

The most elite eagle warriors of the One Thousand Alliance have already lined up and prepared for a long time. All of them wore heavy cloth armor weighing more than forty kilograms, armed with large shields and hatchets, and wore bronze helmets and eagle feathers, making them particularly eye-catching. At this moment, they let out a neat and deep cry, like an invincible torrent, charging towards the top of the city!