"The immortal sun has set... My great-uncle, who has shone on me for thirty-seven years since childhood, has fallen!"
Crying echoed in the tent, and sadness spread among everyone. After a while, Avitt came back to his senses, grief appeared on his face, and tears fell from his eyes.
When he heard that the immortal sun had fallen, it was as if he was witnessing the collapse of a sacred mountain. His heart suddenly felt empty, and he lost a sacred tree that could stand upright and could rely on. He thought of the majestic teachings of his uncle Tracaelle, who was like his grandfather Montezuma.
Her voice and smile, as well as the admiration from childhood, I can't help but feel sad...
The king in his prime suddenly turned around and turned his back to everyone. He cried angrily, like a tiger that had lost its eldest brother!
"Woo! Roar! Woo!..."
The mournful sound came from the large tent of the North Route Army, with the low roar of a jaguar and the cry of an eagle, painful and majestic!
"Why!..."
Gillim's eyes flashed and he sighed silently. He looked at the messenger from the capital who was lying on the ground crying and asked in a deep voice.
"What kind of legacy did the elder leave behind before he died?"
"Woo! The elders' decree... The priests and elders of Ugel are the new high priests; the three priests and elders, Tonatiu, Yazar, and Akap, are all deputy chief priests. From now on, the high priests
All major matters in the regiment are decided by lots by the high priest, deputy chief priests and other elders..."
"Hmm? Ugel is the high priest? Three new deputy chief priests are established? The high priests vote to decide?..."
Gillim was startled. This was really an unexpected arrangement, and it must contain the elder's deep meaning.
"...The weak and mediocre new high priest, the ambitious deputy chief priests, the council of elders who voted by ballot... Okay! The powerful power of the high priest group has been completely divided from now on, and it can no longer be a threat! And
The king is young and powerful and has great prestige. He is just above it and controls the divine and royal power of the alliance!..."
The female snake intelligence officer frowned and thought carefully for a moment, then her brows gradually relaxed, and even smiled faintly. After a while, he pursed his lips and sighed in a low voice.
"The elder has really... good intentions towards the king."
"Uncle..."
Avit's cry gradually became lower and his voice was choked with sobs. He fell into sadness and could not extricate himself. Gillim looked at the sad king, his face also showed sadness. Then he sat up straight and asked solemnly.
"The high priest passed away in Cholula City. Was he poisoned by the priestly families of the holy city?"
"Exactly! The high priest ordered the elders of Cholula to choose two people to sacrifice to the main god! The priests and elders of Cholula were resentful and sent poisonous smoke and medicine. After the high priest used it, that night
He was poisoned and died, so he went to the Kingdom of God!..."
The envoy from the capital stared back and replied in a deep voice. When he mentioned the priests and elders of Cholula City, he could not help but grit his teeth and there was anger in his voice.
"How dare the city of Cholula do this! This is a great insult to the Mexican Union and an irreconcilable blood feud!..."
"Um..."
Gillim looked serious and nodded in agreement. He remained calm, his thoughts were spinning, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment.
"The Holy City of Cholula should not have the guts to murder the high priest... But if it was the impulsive act of an elder, it is possible... However, the elder and the high priest died at the same time, almost in no particular order?
...There is something really strange... No, there must be a hidden secret!..."
The chief intelligence officer frowned deeply and was silent. The intuition brought by many years of intelligence work told him that there must be something hidden behind the death of the high priest. But as the messenger said, since the high priest died in Cholula
The city is an insult to the powerful alliance, and it is a blood feud that must be sacrificed! The priests and elders were speechless, and they might not escape death. He thought for a moment, composed himself, and asked carefully.
"After the high priest went to the Kingdom of God...what was the reaction of the South Route Legion, His Highness Shulot?"
"His Highness was both sad and angry. He personally put on armor and went into battle, leading the Guards Corps to attack the Holy City of Cholula... When I came, I heard that the city of Cholula had been destroyed. The South Route Army returned blood for blood and massacred the entire Holy City.
Twenty thousand people, all twelve priest families were wiped out!..."
"What?!"
Hearing this, Avitt turned around. There were tears in his eyes and he made a sound of surprise in his mouth.
"Xulot destroyed the holy city of Cholula and slaughtered 20,000 people in the holy city? Is this what that kid would do?..."
After the Western Expedition and the enfeoffment, Shulot went out to control the Kingdom in the Lake, and Avitt had few opportunities to meet him. In the heart of the king, he still remained that smart, persistent, innocent and soft-hearted young man.
Gillim raised his brows, and felt a little more fearful in his heart. The young tiger had grown up, and was roaring ferociously into the forest with an awe-inspiring killing intent. Compared with it, His Highness was just a fledgling that had just hatched out of its shell, so he needed to hold on tight.
Grow up!
"Exactly! His Highness avenged his grandfather and personally sacrificed the twelve priests and elders on the Great Pyramid of Cholula! After the sacrifice, His Highness also raised his dagger, danced a sacrificial dance, chanted incomprehensible words, and was cremated.
The high priest! When everyone present heard about it, they all felt the same and shed tears of sadness..."
"Why!..."
Seeing the messenger's convinced nod, Avitt sighed. He imagined the scene and shook his head slightly.
"That child will be so angry that he massacres the city. It can be seen that the death of the high priest really made him heartbroken! ... Anyway, give him some time to calm down his grief, and then recruit the South Route Army to go north!"
"Kings!..."
Hearing this, Gillim was immediately startled. The South Route Army postponed their march north to attack the Three Snakes City Fortress... He opened his mouth, observed the king's expression, hesitated to speak, and decisively changed the topic.
"...The elders of Cholula City have promised to surrender. The sacred objects and Dingkou in the city..."
"Yes. I will send an envoy and ask Shulot to send the artifacts and enshrine them in the great temple in the capital. As for the tens of thousands of people in Cholula State..."
Avitt pondered for a while, feeling a little relieved and a little sincere in his heart. He had always respected and feared the old fox of the royal family, the resolute and ruthless high priest.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Back then, it was the two of them who planned together to overthrow the rule of their brother Tisoke and successfully control the power of the alliance. Over the years, the high priest has been in charge of the high priests in the capital.
His prestige was growing day by day, and he was so close. He quietly exterminated the nobles and priests of various countries. When praying in the morning and evening, 200,000 people in the capital responded in unison! Such a majestic power was like a gleam on his back, and it was hard to
Sleep peacefully...
Now that the high priest has gone to the Kingdom of God and no longer controls the divine power, the urgent threat to the throne from the Holy City has disappeared in an instant.
"call!..."
The king in his prime breathed a sigh of relief and put down his guard against the people of the Holy City. He thought of Shulot, the nephew of his mother from a distant place, a student he had trained with his own hands. Seeing his son-in-law grow up... his heart suddenly softened and he became more tolerant.
and love.
"The kingdom in the lake has just emerged and is in need of reinforcements. Let Shulot handle the tens of thousands of young men captured by the Southern Route Army!"
"Kings?..."
"Ok, deal!"
Avitt regained his composure and made a decision. He waved his hand and asked the warriors and envoys in the tent to go out. Then he spoke coldly, his words as cold as ice.
"Gillim, the expansion of the great temple has been completed. The elder and the high priest died at the same time... The two elders who suppressed the alliance passed away. The capital in the lake must hold an unprecedented sacrifice! Only in this way can the main god and ancestors be worshiped.
, show the respect of the deceased, and then suppress the hearts of all tribes in the world and all the countries in the alliance!"
"...an unprecedented...'big festival'?"
Hearing this, Gillim immediately became solemn. He saluted solemnly, asked in a low voice, and paused slightly at the word "big sacrifice" that the king emphasized.
"right!"
Avitt nodded coldly, his expression full of murderous intent, without a trace of mercy.
"At least six thousand Tlaxcala descendants and nobles, plus five times the number of warriors and militia, must be sacrificed, thirty-six thousand five hundred and sixty-five people! Invite all the envoys from all the ministries in the world and all the alliance states to come.
Come and watch the ceremony. The great temple in the capital will offer sacrifices for thirty days. Every day, two hundred noble blood and one thousand ordinary prisoners of war will be sacrificed! I want all the city-states and tribes in the world to bow their heads in fear and shock!"
When the king said this, he remained silent and did not explain clearly. For the Mexica people who believe in gods and are martial and warlike, victory in wars and grand sacrifices can best establish the prestige of the king. And the Eastern Expedition
After winning the big sacrifice, he will succeed the elder and become the new Immortal Fierce Sun!
"Ah! Six thousand divine descendants and nobles?!"
Gillim turned pale in shock and let out a low cry. Thirty thousand men were easy to come by, and the Northern Army marched eastward for half a year, and captured so many Tlaxcala Latin men. But six thousand noble gods and nobles? This is a man who can
A number that makes everyone in the world tremble!
You must know that there are 1.2 million people in the four states of Tlaxcala. With a noble ratio of 1%-2%, the total can only be 20,000 noble blood including young and old! And the world has been brutally conquered to this day, Otto
The Mi people, the Tarasco people, and the Tlaxcala people, the three major ethnic groups all lost nearly half of their lives, leaving only eight to nine million people and a few hundred thousand noble bloodlines left!
"That's right! In this great sacrifice, we will exterminate the descendants of the Cloud Snake Gods of Tlaxcala and sacrifice half of the noble bloodline in the world!"
Avitt raised his head and looked at the sky with drooping clouds. His eyes were as cold as a sacred mountain, and his will was as firm as corundum.
If the alliance wants to unify the world, the biggest obstacle it faces is the noble blood of the various tribes and states. In this era when gods are born, the noble blood is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the warriors and civilians of each state.
appeal!
The history of the establishment of the Mexican Union firmly records all this. More than seventy years ago, the city-state of Texcoco was conquered by the Tepanec Union. Prince Nezahualcoyot spent more than ten years in exile among various tribes.
But he was still able to return to the city of Texcoco, call on the nobles and warriors who surrendered to the Tepanec Alliance to raise troops, and form an alliance with the city-states of Trochititlan and Tlacopan.
The Three Cities Alliance of Mexico was thus established, and troops were raised in the hinterland of the Tepanek Alliance. While the Tepanek army was outside, they quickly captured the Tepanek capital, Azga Bozark, and sacrificed Tepanek.
The royal family. In this way, the alliance succeeded in one fell swoop and established the hegemony of the Mexica Valley. The exiled prince Nezahual Coyot also restored the glory of the royal family and became a famous poet king.
It is for this reason that the elder would kill decisively and use the death of Quetzal to exterminate the royal family and nobles of Texcoco. During the Western Expedition, he also issued a stern decree to annihilate the royal family of Tarasco.
No one must be left alive. After the death of the high priest, the destruction of the twelve priest families in the Holy City is also part of his plan. As for this Eastern Expedition, all the descendants of the Tlaxcala people will also be slaughtered!
"All descendants of gods in the world must be exterminated! Only the Mexica royal family can inherit and rule the world for eternity!"
Hearing this, the female snake Gillim fell to the ground excitedly and kowtowed heavily. He raised his head and looked at the king's cold expression. His heart was filled with admiration and murderous intent surged in his chest.
"I am the king's dagger, guarding the king's inheritance! I will spare no effort, regardless of life or death. For the rule of the Mexica royal family, descendants of all gods in the world are either publicly sacrificed by priests or secretly executed by secret guards!
..."
"...It's just that, decades later, which royal family should succeed?...It depends on man-made things, and the fate is still undecided!"
This chapter has been completed!