The sun sat high, thousands of clouds shrouded, and the deep sky reflected the majesty of the earth. When the king shouted, hundreds of people repeated it, and the loud voice echoed in front of the military formation. Upon hearing Suangua's request for a fight, the warriors of the two armies
At the same time, they looked excited. They clenched the weapons in their hands and started making noises in low voices.
In the hearts of most people in this era, the fate of mortals has long been destined by the gods. Mortal wars please the gods in the sky. Death is always seen everywhere, unavoidable, and will come at any time. Only a glorious death can go there.
The kingdom of God in heaven gives the soul the most beautiful destination. And the sacred battle is the most glorious death and victory!
Not far away, in the team of Mexica envoys, the black wolf Toltec, wearing a low-key wolf helmet, stared at the king of Tarasco for a moment. He held the long bow in his hand and looked across sixty
They were only a few steps away, but they never found a chance to take action. The bronze axe guards held large shields and tightly covered the king. On the king's body and head, he wore metal armor with glittering gold.
Toltec tilted his head slightly, and the bright light of the armor blinded his eyes again. He "tsk-tsk" twice with regret and envy, and then carried out His Highness's next task, trying to remember the appearance and body of Su'angua.
He was prepared for possible pursuit. Soon, a middle-aged warrior with precise steps walked up to Suangua and whispered a few words. King Tarasco put down his staff and shouted loudly,
Mexica’s legions fight!
Hearing the sacred promise of a fight, Black Wolf Toltec perked up. He grinned, showing a wolf-like smile, with a majestic fighting spirit in his eyes, and swept past the elite warriors around the king one by one. At this moment
, the middle-aged warrior also looked over at the same time, showing a simple and serious face. At this moment, the two people looked at each other, and they both saw similar confidence and desire in each other's eyes!
The shouts of Yue Dou echoed in front of the formation. Under the banner of the black wolf, Shulot sighed for a few breaths and looked at the warrior commander.
"Bertard, where is Iskali's southern detachment now?"
"Your Highness, the last time I heard about it was the day before yesterday. At that time, he had already obeyed the order and led his army to the north, marching quickly from the south more than a hundred miles away to the city of Ivacchio. In the past two days, King Tarasco's army spread out in the south.
, covering the surrounding battlefield, and the communication between the messenger and the scouts was temporarily cut off. However, Suangua’s legion has been exposed. As long as Iskali has a fighting spirit, he will definitely be on his way!"
Xiulote nodded and said with a smile.
"The Last Moon has been famous for a long time, and he is never afraid of fighting. So, let us fight Suangua!"
The young commander then raised his right hand and responded to the front of the formation, and the hundreds of guards beside him repeated in unison.
"The war god Huitzilopochtli protects us! The warriors of the Alliance are never afraid of any challenge! Suangua, if you want to fight, fight!"
The heroic response reverberated between heaven and earth, and the short cry was like the beating of a war drum. Suangua looked surprised and thoughtful. He paused for a moment, touching the extraordinary and strong bronze armor on his body, and then he looked grim and continued.
Respond loudly.
"The Sun God beholds us! Holy Covenant Supreme! In the name of the gods, I, King of Tarasco, Kazonchi of the Prepecha people, Son of God Suangua, to His Highness Tenoch, Mexica
The divine enlightener of the Titans, the god Shulot, engages in an endless and glorious battle!!"
"What?!"
This time it was Shulot's turn to look surprised. A fight between the two marshals was extremely rare even in the ancient times of the Teotihuacan people. As for the duel between the two kings, it is more common in the epic.
It is unique. There are too many uncertainties in this kind of one-on-one fighting, and no one party can be completely sure.
Bertard stepped forward nervously and whispered advice.
"Your Highness, you are the shining sun, you will never have to compete with an eagle! What's more, you are still young, and your future martial arts skills will never be inferior to mine!"
Hearing this, Shulot's face turned slightly red. He smiled and spoke.
"Don't worry, Bertard, I know my current level. This is a personal act of courage. I focus on the world and don't take it to heart. Suangua made such an impossible request. On the one hand, it shows his anxiety at a disadvantage.
, on the one hand, it is just to try to lower the morale of our army. Now, I have a little more confidence in winning the next battle!"
After saying that, Shulot looked solemn and shouted again towards the front of the formation.
"A true king never goes into battle easily and relies on his own martial arts to seek victory. Because the king's duty is to rule, and the warrior's duty is to fight! Why does the Wolf King need to capture the white deer himself? Go ahead, I am loyal and loyal.
Brave warriors, prove your glory to the king!"
The fierce war drums sounded immediately, the temple guards blew a shrill death whistle, and the senior warriors let out excited shouts. Then, the commander's flag was waved. One hundred Mexica warriors with brave names came to the scene one after another.
Stepping out of the elite scout team, they strode to the front of the two armies and roared angrily at Tarasco's legions.
Seeing the sacred duel, Izel of Trocan State was excited. This is the fastest way to become famous! He clenched the war stick in his hand and was about to step forward. At the critical moment, the old family
The samurai commander held down his shoulders and threw him to the ground with a slight side kick.
"Who?...You!...Samurai Commander, why did you attack me?"
The old warrior captain glanced sideways at Izel, and then said calmly.
"Izel, you are the head of the family's war representative, and I have to keep your life. Although His Highness has praised your bravery in person, you need to have a clear understanding of yourself. I followed the great Montezuma and participated in
through a battle before the battle against the Mixtecs."
Having said this, the old samurai commander opened his suit, and there was a long and narrow cut scar on his chest, almost splitting him in half horizontally.
"We have arranged a fight before the battle to the death. How can you now participate in it! Let's wait and see. When will your martial arts surpass mine... Only then will you be able to fight in a group with good luck?
Survive!"
Izel gritted his teeth angrily and got up from the ground. He raised his head angrily and looked in front of the formation. His expression soon became solemn. After a while, sweat gradually seeped out from his forehead.
King Tarasco's team has returned to the military formation. Hundreds of Tarasco warriors, holding bronze axes, war clubs or bronze spears, entered the competition place in front of the military formation. Warriors from both sides raised their weapons and shields and marched towards
The God of War boasted of his prowess. The warriors in the military formation also shouted loudly and roared toward the opposite side. The war priests sang loudly, calling for the arrival of the God of War. Then, accompanied by a shrill chant, the short war drums suddenly
Ring!
The warriors on both sides immediately burst into a desperate cry, clenched their weapons, and charged towards the opposite side. In just a dozen breaths, the two hundred warriors were completely entangled together.
Izel was dazzled by what he saw and was amazed again and again. The fighting skills of these senior warriors were so proficient that almost every battle was amazing! They swept and swung, stabbed forward, slashed downwards, raised their shields, and side shielded.
Deflect, wave a shield to counterattack, then quickly advance, take a small step back, step diagonally, every movement is refined, quick and concise, and grasped just right. This is the dance between life and death!
Elite warriors always treat their shields as their life, and it is difficult to achieve quick results in a head-on fight. A Mexican warrior slammed his war stick twice, and then kicked hard, knocking back the enemy holding the shield in front of him. He
He took a deep breath, without stopping, and suddenly turned around. The sharp stick immediately swept across and hit another enemy who was fighting. The Tarasco warrior heard the sound of the wind and tried to move his shield sideways. The man in front of him
The other opponent was merciless and took a step forward to suppress his shield with his weapon. The sweeping war club suddenly came, roaring with majestic power. The Tarascan warrior only had time to show a death expression on his face.
He was so frightened that his neck "clicked" and his face was beaten to pieces.
A fatal blow, a precise and concise killing. The Mexica warrior who made the first kill smiled brightly and nodded to the cooperating warriors. However, within two breaths, his smile froze forever and his head hung down forever.
"Pfft", "sizzle". A sharp spear tip came out from his chest, and then suddenly retracted. Splashing blood shot out from the pierced heart, splashing out in a fan shape of several meters,
Sprayed all over another warrior. Then, the dead body fell forward with a "thud", and a sharp copper spear suddenly stabbed from behind the body. The bloody Mexica warrior gritted his teeth and roared, and raised his shield on guard.
Welcome. A new round of catching and fighting will begin again!
The calm stalemate was always short-lived, and the fierce fighting quickly escalated. Under the watch of tens of thousands of warriors, two hundred warriors roared and howled, spraying blood. In just a few dozen breaths, the land in front of the battle was stained with the first layer of blood.
Bright red.
"Hiss!", senior scout Nekali made a fierce sneak attack, slashing through the cotton uniform half-way, severing the waist and abdomen of the enemy in front. "Zizi", the rushing blood suddenly carried the internal organs, and cut from the cross
Necali showed a cruel smile. He ignored the mortal enemy, but immediately took two steps back, quickly bowed his waist and raised his shield to avoid possible attacks. Then, he swept his eyes
, the steps under his feet kept moving, looking for opportunities for a new round of fighting.
"Click", "Plop", another successful sneak attack. Nekali smiled proudly again. Then he smacked his lips in confusion. The feeling of the cut just now seemed not right? The senior scout quickly took a few steps back and broke away from the fighting.
He stood on the front line, and then looked around. The tragic battlefield was already full of blood, and the screams of death resounded throughout the wilderness. In just a quarter of an hour, more than half of the warriors who fought had been killed!
The Mexican warriors already had the numerical advantage. The elite warriors howled and gradually surrounded the Tarascos from both sides. The fighting in the front became more intense and crazy, with red-eyed Tarasco warriors appearing from time to time.
Throwing away their shields and no longer defending. They held spears in both hands and charged in desperately. While stabbing the enemy to death, they were also killed by the enemies around them. They went to the Kingdom of God with the opponents in front of them!
Seeing this scene, Necali shook his head. This was the last madness of the beast before it died. Then, he finally dared to lower his head and check the war stick in his hand. Blood slowly flowed from the slot of the war stick, and was
The cotton cloth wrapped around the stick handle absorbed the sharp obsidian blades on the slot, which had been completely blunted, and the bright red light shone brightly in the sunlight.
"Bah, damn it! Tough Tarasco!"
Necali cursed in a low voice, then bowed his waist and raised his shield again, quietly groping on the advancing battlefield, looking for a suitable weapon.
But for a moment, his eyes lit up, and a shining copper ax appeared a few steps away from him. He kicked away the body of the senior warrior of Tarasco with a strong kick, and happily and quickly picked up the ax on the ground. It was smooth.
The ax blade was extremely sharp, and the metal ax surface shone with cold light, reflecting his young and fierce face. Facing himself on the copper axe, Nekali was slightly startled. After a moment, on the battlefield with fierce shouting, he endured
He couldn't help but grin again, showing a bright smile before hunting!
This chapter has been completed!