The end of May is filled with spring rains and the joy of all things growing. The embankment of the capital city in the lake is covered with lush metasequoia trees. Under the great pyramid in the temple area, magnificent and strange jacarandas bloom. Here
In the glorious season of late spring, the eyes are full of luxuriant vitality, with no trace of decay to be found.
On the second day, the high priest looked as usual, wore sacrificial robes, and came to the towering priest hall again. More than a dozen priests and elders, dozens of senior priests, and nearly two hundred low-level priests and apprentices all bowed their heads and obeyed!
The high priest first issued a decree and ordered the last eight thousand selected Dingkou to immediately set off from Gyeonggi and migrate to the Kingdom of the Lake. At this point, the 70,000 Mexica immigrants promised to Xiulote in July last year have all been
After the relocation was completed, an additional 5,000 people were needed. Later, he sent another 10,000 militiamen and transferred an additional batch of stored grain to the Southern Route Army.
Regarding these measures, the elder Yazar, the god of war, had some complaints. During the spring plowing season, he carried out migrations that delayed farming... The high priest was really biased in order to take care of his grandson.
The high priest was determined and would not stop. He once again issued an edict and selected more than two hundred priest apprentices who were about to complete their studies from the priest university in the capital and sent them to the Kingdom of the Lake. Accompanying them were
Dozens of mid- to low-level priests in a series of high priests.
The priests and elders were a little surprised. The whereabouts of the priest apprentices did not matter much, but these dozens of middle and low-level priests all held real power in the priest groups of the alliance at all levels! In order to assist the Kingdom of the Lake, the high priest was actually willing to let go
Are these positions available?
Acap smelled something unusual. He lowered his eyes, said nothing in the group of high priests, and immediately broke off all communication with the envoys of the Holy City.
"This kind of pass, this kind of situation...something big may happen!..."
Next, the high priest issued another decree and summoned the envoys of the holy city of Cholula, the priests and elders of Kuio. After talking with the elders of Kuio for half a day, he decisively announced that he would go east in person to meet with the priests of Cholula.
Elders, discuss the matter of "peace talks and submission"!
Hearing this, the elders of the high priesthood were shocked.
The holy city of Cholula is actually at war with the Mexica Alliance. If you go east rashly, many risks are unavoidable. And inside the capital, the immortal elder is also terminally ill. I don’t know how long he can hold on.
.At this juncture, the supreme leader of the alliance's theocracy actually wants to leave the crucial lake capital and go east to the dangerous hinterland of the Tlaxcala people to serve as an envoy to the city of Cholula, which has an unpredictable attitude?
However, the will of the high priest was as strong as jade and could not be shaken. In less than two days, he temporarily handed over the highest religious affairs to the priest elder Ugel, and took the envoys from Cholula City on his way eastward!
The group walked in a hurry without stopping, and could cover sixty or seventy miles in one day.
Elder Kuio is less than fifty years old, and he can't hold on. He has lived in Cholula for many years and has never been so fast. As the theocratic leader of the alliance, the high priest is over sixty years old this year, but he is still
His steps were vigorous and he kept running. He walked faster and faster, like a burning candle, and his eyes seemed to be filled with light!
In early June, a group of people finally traveled four hundred miles and arrived at the South Road Camp under Shuigu City. When Shulot received the news, he was extremely surprised. He ran out of the camp barefoot and in disbelief, and saw the spirit in front of him.
Yi Yi's grandfather. His grandfather was straightening his back, holding a scepter, and smiling majestically at him.
"Dear High Priest, Commander-in-Chief of the South Road, Shulot sends my regards to you!"
"Well! No need to be polite. I came from the capital and went to Cholula to hold talks with the priests and elders."
The high priest smiled and nodded. He raised his staff and calmly gave instructions to everyone.
"We have worked hard all the way and rest here for a day. Shulot, there is no need to hold a banquet, just a simple reception!"
"Obey you!..."
Night came in a blink of an eye, and everyone had a simple dinner and went to their tents to rest. It was quiet outside the coach's tent, with only a few teams of personal guards patrolling and guarding. At this time, naturally no one opened their eyes to disturb the rare reunion between grandfather and grandson.
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Shulot was dressed in casual clothes, sitting at the bottom, looking at his grandfather at the top with concern.
After not seeing each other for half a year, my grandfather seemed much older. He took off his priestly attire, revealing a thin and dry figure with a head of silver-white hair. His back was a little rickety, and there were many age spots on the skin on the back of his hands.
There is a spirit of energy in his eyes, which is heart-breakingly bright.
"Grandfather... why did you come in such a hurry without even saying hello? You know, the four states of Tlaxcala are still at war, and there are many hostile tribes that have broken up and fled..."
Shulot looked at his old grandfather for a while, feeling a little resentful and even more worried. His grandfather was over sixty years old, and instead of resting well in the capital, he even came to a dangerous battleground!
"To negotiate with the Holy City of Cholula, just send a young priest and elder. My army is surrounding here, and they can't get anything out of it!"
"It doesn't matter. When I came, I brought a large group of temple warriors with me. The Southern Route Army cleaned up all the places along the way very well, and I didn't encounter any hostile tribes."
High Priest Shuter looked relaxed and smiled. He looked at his heroic grandson with tenderness in his eyes.
"When I came here, I saw new sprouts of corn sprouting in the nearby farmland. It seems that it has been plowed in spring?"
"Exactly!"
Hearing this, Shulot's eyes flashed with pride. He took down a magic staff from the rack in the tent, with an ancient skull inlaid on it, and handed it to his grandfather's hand.
"Look, this is the 'Death Skull' I obtained from the Temple of Death in the Holy Mountain! With this shocking artifact and the guidance and preaching of the priests, the prisoners of Tlaxcala on the southern road resisted.
They are greatly discouraged. They can already be used by the Prepecha warriors to cultivate and cultivate..."
"The legendary Death Skull?"
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The Temple of Death and the Skull of Death are hidden in the Yanfeng Mountain, leaving behind hundreds of years of myths. They are miracles and artifacts respected by the Mexica people in the west and the Tlaxcala people in the east. And the God of Death
The old priest in the temple has a legend of seeing through life and death and knowing the future.
"Well. I took Bertard and Naxiu to the sacred mountain, found the temple of the Temple of Death, and got this skull. I don't know if this is the legendary artifact. Unfortunately, the old priest inside
He had been killed by the Tlaxcala warriors, leaving only a few obscure prophecies, the truth of which is unknown..."
Speaking of this, Shulot looked a little regretful. However, he had arranged for the priests who accompanied the army to process these prophecies carefully, and then publicized them among the army and the prisoners. The content of the processed prophecies was naturally "obtain divine grace under the Temple of Death"
, destined to rule the people of Tlaxcala..."
"Xulot, please tell me the prophecy and listen to it."
The high priest looked solemn and gave instructions in a deep voice. Then, he listened to Shulot's chant and thought about the meaning behind it.
"...Death is at hand, the brightest morning star is about to fall.
The immortal gods will die one after another in their sacred habitat!..."
The young man's chant was deep and clear, like the cry of a nighthawk. The high priest listened to the obscure prophecy and stroked the "skull of death", and his eyes gradually changed.
"...the God of Death closes his eyes, touches the invisible death, and gives birth to life in death!
Then, He too will die, in the place of the moon and the mountains..."
Soon, Shulot finished reciting and looked at his grandfather with concern. However, his grandfather fell into deep thought. It was not until a while later that he regained his composure and nodded solemnly.
"Xulot, my child, you have been inspired by the gods...Don't mention these prophecies to others again. Remember them well and don't forget them!"
"...Yes, Grandpa!"
Shulot solemnly promised. Afterwards, the two talked about the history of the Temple of Death, and then turned to the current war.
"In the past month, I have suspended the legion's offensive and concentrated on stabilizing the rear, cleaning up the occupied southern states, and taking in the captured prisoners. Now, the Southern Route Army has captured 120,000 Tlaxcala people and is moving to the southern waterway.
More than 30,000 people were transferred! Among them, the city of Cholula handed over 30,000 Tlaxcala people, along with a year's worth of food for these people. And according to the previous agreement, they had to hand over another 50,000 people!...
"
"Oh? The old foxes of Cholula are willing to hand over 80,000 people to you?"
Upon hearing this, the high priest's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.
"Ha! Grandfather, tens of thousands of troops from the southern route semi-encircled Cholula State in the center, looting from time to time. Cholula State is small in area and extremely prosperous. It only has a radius of more than 40 miles around the holy city of Cholula.
But there are actually 200,000 people from various tribes living there! Coupled with the tens of thousands of Tlaxcala tribesmen who fled, the population can be said to be extremely prosperous..."
"Now the city-state army has taken 20,000 prisoners, and the city of Cholula has handed over 30,000 people, which is only a decrease of 50,000 people. The area around the Holy City is still overcrowded, and there are more than a dozen wealthy villages and towns. And the people in the Holy City
The total number of warriors and militiamen is only more than 10,000, and there is not even an outer wall... It’s just that the identity of the holy city is more difficult to attack rashly. Therefore, I besieged rather than attacked, because I wanted to take advantage of the holy city of Cholula.
, harvest enough fruits!”
With that said, Shulot stood up with a confident and sharp expression.
"As long as the kingdom in the lake eats more than 200,000 southern Tlaxcalans and digests it for two years... the kingdom's strength will be even higher, and I can form two more legions! After that, I can conquer
Chapala Lake area, pacification of Tekos tribes, coastal exploration and colonization... the future of the kingdom will not be long before it shines in the west!"
"Um!..."
Looking at his ambitious grandson, the high priest's heart was filled with complicated emotions. He silently felt that he was four parts relieved, three parts worried, two parts reluctant... and there was also a heartfelt sadness.
"...My grandson really looks like an emperor!...It's a pity that I won't be able to see that day..."
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