The moonlight was pale, the night was low, and large bonfires were raised inside and outside the school grounds, dispersing the shadows of the mountains. The king held a banquet in the military camp to entertain the great nobles of the south.
The vast school grounds were filled with firelight. The warriors sat in different small circles according to their camps, cooking daily food. In the center of everyone's surroundings, there was a particularly bright bonfire, which was the large circle of the king and nobles.
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Shulot sat at the top, surrounded by more than a dozen armored guards. Even though it was a night banquet, he did not take off his armor. The nobles sat at the bottom, and their accompanying guards were all driven away. Outside the large circle, there were hundreds of
The elite warriors stood solemnly, each wearing bronze armor and holding a spear, silently killing.
"I returned from the northern expedition and led the army southward with the intention of reorganizing the south."
The king spoke calmly, and his eyes were like sharp knives, sweeping over the people in front of him. There was silence in the place, only the king's words.
"You are all great nobles in the southern part of the kingdom, inherited from the old Tarasco dynasty. You are willing to obey the summons and come here to see me. After all, you still have some loyalty and awe."
The firelight flickered, illuminating the uneasy faces of the nobles. The king smiled lightly and raised the wine glass in his hand.
"In that case, I will hold a banquet in the camp to entertain you! Praise the Lord God!"
"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty!"
Hearing this, the nobles exhaled softly, looked slightly relaxed, and responded with smiles. However, when the warriors brought the food and placed it in front of the nobles, everyone became quiet again.
Old Crow Sitley looked shocked as he looked at the earthenware bowl and cup in front of him. In the earthenware bowl there were only two pieces of hard corn tortillas, a spoonful of stale black bean puree, a few slices of cooked kidney beans, and even a piece of meat flakes.
No. In the pottery cup was turbid fruit wine, which smelled sour. It turned out to be a mixed wine consumed by common people.
"This this..."
Even the personal servants of the great nobles disdain to eat such food. The last time Sitley ate such a meal was thirty years ago, when the Tekos barbarians invaded. He looked at the king above, but
I saw the king's face was as usual and he was eating pancakes.
Gulamo glanced at the food in front of him, and the gloom on his face flashed away. Then, he lowered his head, concealed his expression, grabbed the corn tortillas and started to eat. Next to him, Medina was wearing a black suit.
She was wearing a robe, wearing a veil that covered her face, and stared blankly at the food. She had just recovered from the terrifying roar of the copper beast, and was now very hungry. However, she looked at the crude food in front of her, but she had no desire to eat it.
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"Medina, you will dance later."
Gulamo glanced at his daughter coldly and ordered in a low voice.
"eat!"
The girl's body trembled, she lowered her head obediently, and ate the cooked beans, like an obedient deer.
Shulot scanned the crowd and paused here for a moment. He had already noticed the veiled woman and could probably guess Gulammo's plan, but he didn't take it seriously at this time. After looking around, he
asked with a smile.
"What, it's not to your liking?"
Old Crow Sitley opened his mouth, but did not dare to make any sound. The nobles in the room looked at each other, but no one spoke. Only Gulamor raised his head and answered with the same smile.
"Your Majesty, although these tortillas are thick and hard, they are very filling. Although the black bean puree is old, it is well preserved. And the kidney beans are cooked extremely well and there is no risk of poisoning. I have eaten such food before, and it was the best time to go on an expedition.
It’s the dinner of a warrior! Your Majesty treats us with the courtesy of a warrior, and I am extremely happy. Praise the Lord God! Praise your Majesty!”
"Oh? Yes, this is exactly what the samurai eat when they go on battle."
Shulot looked at Gulamo with some surprise. He was quite handsome, calm, and had an elegant temperament, which made him fond of him.
"I marched north for several months and went deep into the vast wilderness. It was extremely difficult to transport food. Most of the time, I ate meals like this with the warriors."
Hearing this, Gulamo showed respect and sincere praise.
"Your Majesty is invincible and invincible in every battle. He is revered by warriors and worshiped by girls!... Come, let us raise a toast to our supreme Majesty!"
After saying that, he raised the pottery cup and drank the sour fruit wine in one gulp. The nobles around him looked at each other and raised their glasses to congratulate him.
"Praise Your Majesty!"
Sitli grimaced, resisted the urge to vomit, and drank the water and wine with difficulty. He looked at Gulamo with envy, then at the veiled Medina, and sighed in his heart.
"This guy is as slippery as a snake, and he has such a beautiful daughter. I don't know if I will have to rely on him in the future..."
"Very good!"
Xiuluo nodded and drank his own drink. Then, he lowered his head and continued to eat the food in the bowl. The nobles relaxed and worked hard to prepare for His Majesty's dinner.
Soon, the king finished his dinner, leaving behind a clean and empty bowl. Seeing the king stop, all the nobles also stopped one after another as if they had received an amnesty.
Shulot pondered for a while. He glanced at the uneasy noble and smiled slightly.
"After dinner, the next step is to enjoy singing and dancing. Come, my warriors, dance for me!"
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
A uniform shout rang out from the surrounding armored warriors, causing the nobles to tremble. Then, the majestic war drums sounded. Hundreds of warriors, led by the shield guard Ters, raised their bronze spears and beat the drums.
Fighting was dancing on the outside! Warrior Tupa was wearing heavy armor, with a red bag tied around his waist, beating his shield, and singing heroically in the center where the nobles were sitting!
"Huha! Ouch! Hiss! Ah!
Jaguars run, wolves roar, green snakes dance, and goshawks fly high!
The heart of a warrior never has any fear!
I raised my obsidian blade and came to the battlefield,
I can't wait, I want to fight to the death!
I am eager to die during the battle. I want to cut off your head and dig out my heart.
Let’s dedicate it to the supreme God together!
Remember, you must use an obsidian blade,
I also use an obsidian blade!
This is a battle dedicated to the Lord God,
Let us fight and die together!
Let us fight and die together!!..."
This is a war song of the main god of Mexico. It has been passed down in the alliance for a long time and is usually sung before a war. The senior Mexican warriors are devout in their beliefs, kill like hemp, and have no fear of life and death. They have grown up in war, and they are always
Accompanied by death, singing this song naturally has a shocking momentum!
Listening to such a song full of murderous intent, Sitley's hands and feet trembled, and he once again felt the urge to urinate. He lowered his head and screamed crazily in his heart.
"Damn it! Terrible Mexica barbarians! Terrible barbarians!!"
Next to him, Gulamo stared intently at this strange song and dance art. The warriors waved their spears, marched in neat steps, their armor was clanging, and their murderous intent was everywhere. Their movements were refined, concise and powerful.
, just like a real battlefield fight!
"What a beautiful art! The art of killing! This is a war dance that only warriors who have survived a hundred battles can dance!"
Gulamo murmured to himself, sincerely admiring him. Then, he looked coldly to the side and said to the trembling Medina.
"Raise your head and look at Your Majesty."
Medina bit her lower lip, raised her head, revealing moist eyes. She looked at His Majesty above, who was the leader of the warriors, the majestic God of Death, and the cruel king of barbarians.
The samurai's spear was dancing just two steps away, as if it could stab out at any time and kill everyone present. The southern nobles trembled and barely managed to hold on until the song and dance ended. Then Tupa opened the bag on his waist and took out a blood-stained
Head, step forward and offer it to the king.
"Your Majesty! This is the head of the hereditary noble Yolodila! Dedicated to you, my supreme sun!"
Shulot looked indifferent. He took the head, took a look, and nodded. Although Yorodila was killed by artillery fire, his face was still roughly intact.
"This is the fate of the rebels! Someone, pass it on and let the nobles check it one by one!"
The fresh head was passed to the hands of the nobles present. Everyone's hearts were filled with fear, and one cowardly noble even fainted on the spot. Sitli looked at Yolodila's horrified expression before she died, and sadness arose in his heart. He trembled
He handed the head to Gulamo, who glanced at it lightly and handed it to Medina.
Medina's limbs were trembling and her body was weak. At this moment, a low and cold word came to her ears.
"Remember, Medina. If you don't succeed, this will be your fate. It will also be our family's fate...Mexicans are so cruel."
Hearing this, the girl bit her lip hard. She passed the head down in her hand, looked at the red stain in her hand, a strange flush gradually appeared on her face, and smiled charmingly. At this moment, it seemed like there was a
The soul that had been suppressed for many years awakened in her body.
"I know, father. I know what happened to mother."
Gulamo was stunned. This was the first time in many years that Medina called him father. However, the current situation did not allow for slow thinking. The king's words had been heard again.
"Everyone, after eating the dinner of the warriors, we also enjoyed the singing and dancing of the warriors."
Seelot looked at the awe-inspiring expressions of many nobles and smiled with satisfaction. He said loudly.
"Next, we should talk about the fiefdoms in the south."
"His Majesty."
The moment the king's words paused, Gulamor suddenly stood up. The warriors on the periphery immediately raised their spears and pointed them at the leader of the Zicao clan. Surrounded by the spears, he bowed respectfully and suggested with a smile.
"The dance of the warriors is extraordinarily heroic and unforgettable. Your Majesty entertains us so warmly, and according to etiquette, we should reciprocate."
Then, Gulamo stretched out his hand and pulled down Medina's veil. A beautiful face appeared in front of everyone. Seeing her, the nobles in the scene let out a low cry, with admiration and admiration in their expressions.
"Rose Beauty, the most beautiful girl in the South, Medina!"
Hearing this, Shulot raised his brows and stared at the beautiful girl. Her bright eyes were like water, and when she smiled, she was infinitely charming.
The king was slightly absent-minded and pondered for a moment. He wanted to refuse, but when he opened his mouth, he said the same thing.
"Can!"
This chapter has been completed!