Aztec Eternals

At noon the next day, the sun was warm and dazzling. Xiulot was wearing a priest's robe, sitting on a mini pyramid beside the palace, looking up at the magnificent moon pyramid in front of him.

The decision of the priesthood has spread throughout the city-state and nearby villages, and the decision to send troops is unshakable! Today, however, is the day of pep talks, used to lift the morale of warriors and militiamen.

Xiu Luote looked at the tall moon pyramid, grandfather Xiu Teer was wearing a full set of high priest's divine attire weighing tens of kilograms, shining golden light shining in all directions.

The Pyramid of the Moon has a special meaning to Shulot, where everything changes.

Looking at the Pyramid of the Moon, the dazzling light made him feel like a dream, sinking in some distant memories. It was a "past" memory, even though it had begun to blur.

In that memory, he was a post-90s youth who liked history and geography, was full of curiosity about ancient American civilizations, and played Aztec countless times in Civilization and Europa Universalis. At the age of 25, he finally had the opportunity to travel to Teotihuacan, Mexico, and secretly climbed the Pyramid of the Moon at night.

That night, he sat on the ruins of the temple on the top of the tower, with no light in the surrounding area, and the night surrounded him like ink.

The Milky Way is vast and boundless. Coincidentally, the once-in-ten-year Leonid meteor shower falls. On a whim, the young man made a wish to the shooting star: "I would like to go back to the past, lead the ruined Indian civilization to rise again, defeat the invading European colonists, and turn America into the America of Indians!"

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground in blackness before his eyes, and felt a beam of white light in his confusion, followed by infinite dizzy movements and rapid color changes. When he woke up again, he could no longer see the world. He could only vaguely feel the situation around him. He was still in the ancient city of Teotihuacan, but there was a lot of life everywhere.

He wandered in the hazy world without purpose or direction, and he came to a remote hut by feeling, where there was a great attraction.

He passed through the wall and felt two connected lives, one was weak stray light, the other was colorless dots. Relying on his feeling, he plunged into the colorless dots, the white light flashed for a moment, and his consciousness was blurred.

The next time I woke up was accompanied by a piercing cry, which seemed to come from myself? He opened his eyes and saw the low roof and two faces that were either happy or sad. Black hair, yellow skin, and a stooped figure cast a huge shadow under the moonlight, covering his small body.

Sadness finally replaced joy, he didn't cry anymore, but heard another suppressed cry, a crooked figure suddenly straightened up, carried him out of the room.

The crying gradually faded away, and the baby's brain could not support his excessive thinking. He felt himself being carried to the edge of a pond, and then the water gradually overflowed him. Just after transmigrating, he became an abandoned baby?

The young body coughed violently, unable to breathe, and seemed to hear new cries around her. His consciousness gradually blurred, and his newborn body was no longer conscious. When he woke up again, he turned into a beam of white light without vision.

This time he stopped wandering around. After identifying the scale of the building, he slowly drifted towards the most prosperous and huge center, resisting the occasional attraction from the surroundings. He wandered around in the center of the ancient city, and finally felt a new attraction in the bustling palace society, so he plunged into the colorless dots again.

Waking up again was accompanied by my own crying as always, and an uncontrollable laughter. The baby opened its eyes to see a young, burly man holding himself up in his hands. He wears a feather crown, a straight body, and a white cotton robe. A resolute face, also black hair and yellow skin.

The roof is high, engraved with colorful figures and scenery. There is a circle of kneeling people around, grinning but making no sound. There was a young woman lying on the bed, but she was smiling with tears.

Soon, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes and wearing a stone crown hurried over, pushed his calf away, then looked at his little little bit and laughed happily, and then said some incomprehensible words loudly, some A word is repeated several times. The surrounding people also repeated the word, vaguely: "Sholot!".

Since then, he has a new name, Shulot.

The middle-aged man in the memory is now standing on the high platform, and his face has aged with time. Only the dazzling golden light shines on the crowd below. Nobles, warriors, and civilians came from all directions and gathered under the pyramid to listen to the divine news conveyed by the high priest.

"The god of the sun, the god of war, the people guarded by Vizilopochtli. Of the blood of Vitzilopochtli, the new Tratoani brings the command of the gods to take up arms and join the king's sacred The coronation war, to capture the sacrifice chosen by the gods, the weak Otomi in the north."

The majestic voice was relayed layer by layer by the priests from the Pyramid of the Moon, and it became louder and louder until it finally covered the entire square and awakened Shulot in his memory.

"Twelve rainy seasons have passed since the last holy war and great sacrifice. The sun of the fifth era has made an agreement with us. He needs thousands of hearts to maintain the light of the sky, otherwise the sun will go out, Everything will wither. Now it's time for sacrifice again!

The earth beneath our feet, Hipaktri, has also made a pact with us that he will let the corn grow and nourish all things, and we will pay back with blood, otherwise the grain will be lost. The earth thirsts for blood!

The world is balanced, and God of War keeps the world running. Each of you knows that the population of the city-state is increasing, more and more babies are being abandoned, and there will be less and less food in your hands! The world has lost its balance, God of War needs life to prevent the destruction of the world.

We have only one choice, to capture the life of the enemy and sacrifice it to our guardian. This is a battle of gods to save the world! "

Limited productivity, limited food, limited population limit and unlimited population growth. This is the historical cycle of Mesoamerica. Shulot thought that there was an inevitable reason for the seemingly endless wars and sacrifices.

The commoners discussed in panic, worried about the priest's terrifying prophecy. Fear is channeled again, transformed into a determination to take up arms. The nobles and warriors were still silent.

"I swear in the name of the patron saint: In this holy war, all young warriors, as long as they take one prisoner alive, they can be promoted to first-level hunters; if they regenerate two prisoners, they can be promoted to second-level Huasteq hunters ;Three regenerated captives, three-level elite fire warriors; four regenerated captives, are real fourth-level senior warriors, who are eligible to join the Eagle Warrior Corps or Jaguar Warrior Corps, and become first-level military nobles who are good at fighting! They will be from the city-state Get a rich land forever, even Chinampa in the lake! And so do all the priests who participated in the war."

The warriors made a noise, excitedly shouting with unknown meaning, and some even pulled out their long sticks, making the sound of knocking on the shield. Some newly promoted military nobles also became excited when they heard Chinanampa.

"Our enemies are the weak Otomi people. Their ancestors were easily expelled from the valley of Mexico that God gave us. Killing them is as simple as pulling up weeds. Today, these wolf dogs are still harassing our valley. See Drooling over our farmlands. Only by sacrificing them thoroughly to the gods can we defend our most precious land.

The city-state of the Otomi people is rich, and there are countless corn cakes, black bean paste, cocoa fruit, cotton cloth, and all kinds of beautiful flowers, feathers, herbs, silver ornaments, gold ornaments, obsidian, and precious stones. There are no warriors in their city-states, only sacrifices, slaves, and your future wives! "

The hereditary nobles were finally moved, and the great nobles whispered about the lack of luxuries. Longing finally burned in everyone's eyes.

"Warriors, for the promise of the gods, for the glory of the warriors, for our land, and for your wealth, join the holy war. The priests will be with you, in the name of the gods, this battle must be won !"

At this moment, except for Xiulot, everyone in the audience finally fell into meaningless shouts and howls, and finally, under some kind of guidance, transformed into two earth-shattering words: "War, war!"

The neat shouts resounded through the sky, representing the will of a certain nation. This scene, deeply engraved in the eyes of a young man, is unforgettable.

Note: In the medieval society, more than 90% of the population were low-level civilians who were ruled, and the mortality rate of infants and young children was as high as half, and the possibility of dying before the age of ten was unimaginably higher. If you were born at the bottom, you have a 90% chance of dying in obscurity. The cause of death may be starvation and cold, malnutrition, various diseases, outbreak of war, attack by bandits and wild animals, religious sacrifices, offending nobles and samurai, or even abuse by those around them. Time travel is a very risky job. If you don't have the right to reincarnate yourself, please consider carefully. (serious laugh)