"Eagle Warrior! The Eagle Warrior of the Mexicans!"
At the top of Tree Snake City, cloud snake hunter Travito had just recovered from his dizziness when he heard the nervous shouts of his bodyguards. He quickly looked around and saw thousands of elite warriors with calm postures and vigorous steps.
Feathers of various colors were swaying, and they charged forward quickly.
These warriors all had yellow-green bird feathers hanging down from the lower sides of their shields, and gray eagle feathers stood on their helmets. Although their gorgeous battle uniforms were replaced by platinum heavy armor, Travito could still recognize them at a glance.
Then, his heart suddenly tightened and he groaned in pain.
"Ah! It's the eagle warrior holding the shield!"
At this moment, no matter how brave the Cloud Snake Hunter was, there was also a hint of despair on his face.
The people of Tlaxcala have been at war with the Mexica for decades, and they are most familiar with the fighting power of the Eagle Warriors. These elite noble warriors do not need to do work, they practice martial arts all day long, and they are extremely skilled in combat. They are
Professional off-duty warriors, they are also the most proficient fighting group in Central America. And every Eagle Warrior is a senior warrior who has captured more than ten people!
"The situation at the top of the city..."
Travito looked towards the top of the city again. Most of the warriors and militiamen were still in panic and chaos. Two rounds of terrible explosions almost completely destroyed the morale of the defenders. At this moment, people were jumping off the top of the city.
Howling indiscriminately, he ran towards the city...
"Praise the Lord God! Fight for the King!"
Within a moment, the eagle warriors came to the city. They all shouted together, then held their shields, climbed the ladder, and climbed to the top of the city.
The eagle warriors who ascended the city moved calmly and were not in a hurry to attack. They rushed into the gap opened by the vanguards and firmly took root. When the short ax was swung, there was a splash of warm blood, and there were fallen bodies.
Corpses of defenders.
"The cloud snake protects you!"
Travito gritted his teeth and took a dozen remaining personal guards to face a group of eagle warriors. He abandoned the heavy stone hammer and replaced it with a sharp war stick, and swung rapidly and accurately in succession, but
Still unable to kill anyone.
The fighting eagle warriors not only wore strong and heavy armor, but the feather shields in their hands were also very flexible, always protecting the vital parts of their necks. Coupled with their sophisticated and concise combat skills and their mutual cooperation, they were as tough as rocks!
"Damn it, damn it! Phew!..."
The cloud snake hunter cursed in a low voice and gasped. The eagle warrior on the opposite side was also panting. This kind of close combat consumes the most physical strength. The eagle warrior is wearing heavy armor and will definitely not be able to fight for too long. If there are enough
With the strength of the city wall, it can delay time and possibly resist one or two. But now...
"Ah! Ah!..."
Several men who were guarding the city showed despair, let out meaningless howls, and turned to run away. They jumped off the city wall and tried to escape, but they broke their legs with a "click" and the howls became more and more shrill.
"Damn it! I can't hold it anymore!..."
Travito looked around the city. There were more and more eagle warriors standing firm, and the resistance at the city was getting weaker and weaker. Even the tree snake warriors who were supervising the battle began to flee.
"Boss..."
A personal guard came forward, raised his shield, barely resisted the attack from the opposite side, and spoke in a low voice hesitantly.
"Boss, I can't hold on any longer..."
"O cloud snake in the sky!..."
Travito raised his head, looked at the sky where the heavy rain fell, and let out a sigh in his heart. After a moment, he made up his mind, looked at the last few guards who were following him, and ordered in a deep voice.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
"Where to go?"
"Go to the Pyramid Temple, meet the city lord, and pick up my newlywed wife!"
"...yes!"
Travito pursed his lips, and carefully left the battle line, fled from the city, and retreated into the city. Beside him, warriors and militiamen continued to flee, fleeing into the city to hide in various places. However, Travito knew clearly in his heart.
, such hiding is meaningless. After capturing the Tree Snake City, facing decades of old enemies, the Mexica people will inevitably wipe out the entire city.
If they stay in the city, women, children and lowly people may be able to save their lives as slaves. But the noble warriors and nobles will definitely end up being sacrificed!
"Ouch, the city is broken!..."
“Praise the Lord God!”
"The God of War protects the alliance! Roar!..."
Travito ran all the way, and just when he arrived in front of the pyramid temple in the center of the city, boiling shouts rang out from the east wall, mixed with the beast roars and cheers of the Mexica warriors, resounding through the sky and the whole city. He paused,
With a solemn look on his face, he quickened his pace again and ran up the high pyramid.
Ocott, the Lord of Tree Snake City, stood in the temple, with his back to the outer city that was boiling and shouting for death, and facing the sculpture of the God of Hunting. He looked sadly at the god who had been worshiped for hundreds of years, tears streaked down his cheeks, and he spoke desperately
ask.
"God of Hunting!...Why do you abandon us? Are our sacrifices not rich enough? Or is the God of War's power too powerful?..."
"Respected God-born City Lord, the God of Hunting, will never abandon his people. Soon, we will see our ancestors and gods in the fire of the dead!"
Truco, the high priest of the Cloud Snake, had white hair and a calm expression. His voice was hoarse and low, and he ordered the priest apprentices who had not yet escaped to pile up the gods' curtains and flags, build up the inherited wood paintings, and sprinkle thorns on them.
The Stone of the Dead on his nose. Then, tremblingly, he put on the dark sacrificial robes worn during the great ceremony, put on his nearly meter-long feather crown, and prepared for the final journey.
Dozens of tree snake guards, wearing leather armor, stood aside, neither stopping the priests from their work nor participating in it. They just stood in the temple with a look of death on their faces, waiting for the end to come.
"Master! The east wall has been lost! The south wall is about to be lost!..."
The warrior commander Yitz, covered in blood, rushed into the temple and knelt down in front of Okote.
"I just came back from the South Wall and brought back a hundred warriors. Quick! Let me protect you and escape from the city!"
"Escape? Haha!..."
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"The Mexica people are surrounded on all sides, where can they escape? The land of Tlaxcala is completely occupied by the enemy, and the corpses and ashes of the ancestors are buried here..."
The Tlaxcala people are similar to the Mexica people in that they have both cremation and burial. The glorious gods and noble high priests will leave their cremated remains and enshrine them at the bottom of the temple pyramid, accompanied by a large number of sacrifices.
of jade, gold, silver and sacrifices.
"Master, let me protect you and break through the siege! From the northwest, only a few dozen miles away from the city, there are rolling mountains. Seeing that heavy rain is coming, the Mexicans are not familiar with the roads, and it is difficult to hunt down the small army. And as long as
Escape into the mountains and evade patiently, the Mexica army will eventually leave one day!..."
"Haha! Break through the siege and escape into the mountains? Wait for the Mexica people to leave?"
Okote remained motionless and shook his head again. He laughed, his face full of determination to die.
"Izzy, the gods have abandoned us!...The four northern and southern states of the alliance fell completely in less than half a year. Millions of tribes and 300,000 men were sacrificed to the God of War. And the fortified Tree Snake City,
It even lasted less than a month!..."
At this point, Okote shed tears in his eyes, and his voice gradually became louder and turned into a sad chant, like a poem about death.
"... Then I knew that the bright cloud snake had left! And the bloody God of War came from the Snake Mountain in the west, flooded the basin in the east, and swallowed all the light!..."
Seeing this scene, Izzy pursed his lips, fell to the ground, and shed tears from his eyes. It was also difficult for him to understand: Why did the Mexica people, who had been in stalemate for decades, suddenly become so powerful that they could not resist? Why did their Eastern Expedition become so difficult?
So fast and so ferocious?...For all this, he can only blame the gods.
"City Lord! Father-in-law!"
There was silence for a moment, until two shouts came from afar. Panting, Travito strode up to the pyramid temple. He glanced at the busy priests and the standing guards, and did not bother to salute or care.
To greet him, he asked urgently.
"The Mexica have entered the city! The Eagle Warriors are coming to the temple!...Where is Chichipati? I want to take her and escape from the city!"
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