Wind and thunder appear at the beginning of April. The dry north wind turns into a moist east wind, blending the low water vapor into the clouds on the horizon. Spring thunder is gestating in the darkness.
Shulot stood on the hill he had visited a few years ago and looked up. He saw dark clouds hanging low, the sun dimming, shadows covering the earth, and the faint sound of thunder. Not far away, the mountain city of Otopan became increasingly fierce.
It looks tall, majestic and indestructible, as if it is connected to the sky.
After many years of fighting, the king followed the general's inertia and once again looked up and down at the solid mountain city ancestral land. After a while, he shook his head with a deep look.
"The terrain is steep and heavy armor is difficult to climb. No matter whether it is a long bow, a powerful crossbow or a stone, it is difficult to reach the city. In the era of cold weapons, this is indeed an unattackable city. The Otomi chose a good place! Think about it!
To capture this place, we can only have a long-term siege or use heavy artillery to blast open the city walls..."
Under the hill, the Guards were busy. The pro-soldiers were on guard, and the temple guards and barbarian mercenaries were working together. They used local materials, cut down trees, dug trenches, laid bricks and stones, and built simple camps made of earthen wood and stone.
There are more than a dozen teams of Otomi scouts around. They are always vigilant, watching the legion from a distance, and never leave for a moment.
"Neither enemy nor friend, neutral and vigilant... To establish real mutual trust with the Otomi people, it will take time and planning!"
Shulot climbed up and looked around with deep eyes. After he arrived at the city, he sent an envoy to the mountain city and proposed to let the army enter the city to rest. The envoy who responded from Otopan City was extremely humble and sent many fresh fruits, vegetables and meat, and even some
Laojun's belongings and women. However, the legion's request to enter the city was undoubtedly politely but firmly rejected.
Amid the careful vigilance of the Otomi people, the army stopped on the spot and camped outside the city. Before the spring plowing, many villagers hid in the mountains and the surrounding villages were deserted. A large number of warriors were stationed on the city of Otopen.
Outside, there are scouts watching day and night. It seems that the tragic war a few years ago has left a deep mark on the hearts of the Otomi people, which cannot be easily erased.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the clear light falls on the earth, and the night gradually becomes darker. The patrolling guards' armor leaves are clanging, and the legion's camp is in a state of solemnity. Only the big tent in the center is lit with fire.
Hulot was sitting cross-legged in the big tent. His eyes were lowered, as if sleeping but not sleeping, and he was waiting quietly. Bertard was guarding behind him in armor.
The bonfire was blazing, and two elongated figures were projected in the big tent. The quiet night passed, and I don’t know how long it had passed. A long wind blew, and the figures swayed together with the bonfire. When the fire became quiet, the shadows suddenly turned into three.
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"Your Highness, people are here."
The voice of the warrior commander sounded low. Shulot suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the big tent that was opened and closed.
At the door, there was already a short, thin figure. The person was wearing a large black cloak. He looked at the king calmly with his old eyes, and then slowly raised the hood on his head.
"Your Highness Shulot, I greet you. The old tree on the top of the mountain looks up to the sky to welcome the eagle. Your Highness, I praise you! I haven't seen you for several years, but you are already a true king!"
Shulot was expressionless and nodded slowly. His eyes swept over Alter's increasingly skinny figure, his scattered white hair, and finally rested on the old priest's bark-like face.
"Priest Alter, do you know your guilt?"
"Your Highness, there is some controversy in the mountain city. This trip is not convenient for others to see. So I ask for your forgiveness for visiting late at night..."
"Alt!"
Shulot raised the staff and lowered it heavily, and the silver end struck a "ding-dong" sound. The tent was silent for a moment, followed by a cold sound.
"The city-state of Otopan is a vassal of the alliance, and Giowa swore a blood oath of surrender to me! The reason why I led the army here is because I accepted your humble plea and went north to join the alliance with the states!"
The king's expression became serious. He stared into Alter's eyes and yelled angrily.
"The king's army came at the invitation and marched through the boundless mountains and forests. As a vassal, the city-state of Otopan dared to close the city gates and refuse the army to enter the city! Ort, did you know that the Kingdom of Tarasco in the south has been wiped out?!"
Hearing this, the old priest fell silent, and Cang Lao's face turned gray. After a while, he let out a long sigh, finally bent his knees for the first time, knelt completely on the ground, and bowed his head to the king.
"Your Highness, the city-state of Otopan witnessed the destruction of the Kingdom of Tarasco with your own eyes. General Giowa also led the army to fight for you in a bloody battle to attack the city. The envoys of each state returned from the capital city in the lake. At the New Year's Festival not long ago,
King Tarasco’s sacrifice shocked the whole world!”
"The situation has changed. The power of the Alliance has become unstoppable and is deeply respected by all the people in the world. We Otomi people have fought with the Alliance before, so we know the power of the Alliance even more. Your Highness, awe has been rooted in the hearts of the Otomi people, and every city-state has
Everyone intends to move closer to the alliance and follow the strongest man in the jungle. This is the best time, so I invite you to come and form an alliance with the Otomi countries!"
Alter slowly raised his head and explained calmly. His eyes were slightly cloudy, but his gaze was still sharp.
"Otopan City is the ancestral home of the mountain city and the spiritual destination of all Otomi people. Since its establishment in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, the mountain city has never been attacked by foreign enemies! Its steep and towering terrain and impenetrable defenses,
And the tradition that we stick to at all costs is the greatest guarantee that the Otomi ethnic group can continue."
"Your Highness, your legions are invincible! We Otomi people are willing to bow our heads to the ground and surrender to you heartily. But allowing the Mexican Legion to enter the city...is related to the safety of the mountain city. Please allow us to abide by tradition."
Shulot looked at the old priest. He knelt on the ground humbly, his pale hair hanging down, but his back was straightened. After a while, the king spoke lightly.
"Oort, times are changing, and the storm has arrived. Old traditions will become obstacles, and new weapons will destroy everything. At this time, the strong mountain city can no longer protect you for too long... Survive or perish? O
Tomis always have to make a choice!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing the threat hidden in the king's words, Alter's face showed bitterness. He let out a sigh and nodded.
"Your Highness, I don't have much time left, and I am about to go to the Kingdom of God. The gods have taken away my gains and losses in this world, and I can see the long term. I am always paying attention to the changes in the alliance, and I feel the arrival of the God of War. The new thunder.
Weapons, new religious changes, and new alliance structures... The Mexica Alliance stands above all the ministries and is getting stronger! At this moment, when I close my eyes, I can see the Mexica king holding his scepter high.
,Reproduce the unity and glory of the Teotihuacan era!"
The old priest's eyes became deep-set. He looked at Shulot's face, as if he wanted to read something from it.
"Your Highness, I followed the inspiration of the gods and looked for the king's eagle cry for the future of the Otomi people. The sun was burning in the sky, and there were also condors soaring. I saw the condor flying past the mountain city, going to
The land in the lake falls on the new kingdom. The condor carries the will of the sun god. And the king in the lake will turn into the new sun and rise into the high sky!...Your Highness, you are Mexica
The sun of man is the sun of the Prepecha people and the sun of the Otomi people!”
Although the old priest's words were full of metaphors, his attitude was very clear. After pondering for a while, Shulot ended the temptation. His expression softened, and there was a slight smile on his lips.
"Priest Ort, there are no outsiders here. You and I have known each other for a long time, so there is no need to be so reserved. I am committed to the world and regard all tribes on the plateau as my future people, without any ethnic distinction. You
If you want to find a future for the Otomi people, I will give you the future of the Otomi people!"
The king stood up, took a few steps forward, and helped the kneeling old priest up from the ground. Then, he looked into the other person's eyes and spoke slowly.
"The scouts reported to me that the canine descendants of the northern wilderness moved south in an all-round way, invading the territory of Parmus State in large numbers, and even wandered to the border of Otopan State. The leaders of the three Otomi States gathered in the mountain city and held a tribal meeting in their ancestral land.
General meeting to discuss important matters. At this time, you strongly invited me to go north to join the alliance, and bluntly said that this was a good opportunity for the various departments of Otomi to unite."
"Indeed! Your Highness."
The old priest nodded affirmatively. Shulot looked serious and continued to ask.
"But when I led the army, I found that the Otomi tribe along the way was either afraid of fleeing or full of vigilance. The attitude of the Otopan Mountain City was even more wavering... Ault, the descendant of the northern dog, the ancestral mountain city
, what is the situation now?"
Alter thought for a moment and answered calmly.
"Your Highness, there was a great calamity last year. The god of the sky brought disaster. A white divine disaster came to the desert in the north, and the climate was extremely cold! Countless dogs, old and weak, froze to death, and countless birds and beasts froze to death and fled. The spring water condensed into ice cold
If the stones do not melt in February, there will be no hope for this year's spring plowing. People who have nothing to eat will starve to death, and people who have nothing to wear will freeze to death, but people will not sit and wait to die. They will go to where they have something to eat.
Migrate wherever you go and devour everything along the way!"
"White divine disaster, destroying everything...is the super cold wave coming?"
Shulot took a breath of cold air. He knew how severe the cold wave was on the North American continent, but he did not expect that the terrible cold wave could go all the way south and bring the cold to the north of the Mexican plateau.
"Yes, destroy everything! Once the cold wave comes, it marks the beginning of a terrible disaster. No one knows how long the disaster will last and whether it will come again. If large-scale cold waves come three times in five years, the northern tribes will
At least half of them disappeared due to hunger and cold!”
"In order to escape the cold wave, thousands of canine tribes from the east to the west are migrating to the warmer south. They are fighting all the way to compete for valleys that can withstand the cold wave and for growing crops.
water source. They desperately compete for extremely limited food, and they also turn their enemies or themselves into food!"
Shulot looked solemn and nodded slowly. The super cold wave in the North American continent was a devastating disaster, and the early civilizations of the tribal era were powerless to resist. In fact, this was the prelude to the Little Ice Age, the Spole Minimum.
, the global climate is gradually getting colder, and cold waves in North America are becoming more severe and frequent.
"Your Highness, the canine descendants have been going south since the end of last year. At first, there were only small tribes that made some incursions, and each country could deal with it alone. But when the disaster continued and there was no hope for this year's spring farming, more and more tribes went south to plunder.
More and more, the scale is getting bigger and bigger!”
"In early February, tens of thousands of Guakili descendants appeared on the border of the northern state of Parmesan. They have eight large tribes of 5,000 people and more than 60 ordinary tribes of 1,000 people, forming alliances with each other.
A preliminary alliance was formed. All the people of these tribes are soldiers, there is no old or weak. Together, they can fight with more than 30,000 strong warriors, which is a force that is difficult for any country to resist!"
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