"His Majesty!..."
Tesiwhit spoke in a deep voice. Xochikalo narrowed his eyes and heard the sound.
At this moment, many thoughts appeared in General Turquoise's mind. He wanted to accuse Xochicalo of possible murder and ask the Supreme King to investigate the truth. But... he didn't have any evidence, nor
He does not have enough status and power. In the alliance's pragmatic political tradition, such weak accusations are destined to have no effect. They only serve to alarm the other party in vain.
"I...want a set of sturdy bronze heavy armor!"
"Hmm? Bronze heavy armor?"
Hearing this, Avitt was stunned for a moment. After a few breaths, he laughed and admired it with appreciation on his face.
"Okay! What a pure Mexica warrior! With the turquoise Tesihuite, you will get a set of strong armor and a sharp bronze ax to better fight for the alliance!"
In the current alliance, bronze heavy armor and bronze axes are still strictly controlled military supplies. They are only produced in the capital craftsman camp and the military industry department of Qincongcan in the copper capital. In addition to the important royal legions, only
Only some nobles with extremely high status were able to obtain it in small quantities.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! God bless you, the king is supreme!"
Avitt nodded slightly, patted Tesiwhit on the shoulder, and walked to the next warrior. The king personally took action and generously rewarded the warriors, winning the hearts of the warriors from all over the world. Until the night fell deep, the evening breeze was slightly cool, and the grand reward was given
It just came to an end.
"The Lord God bless the alliance!"
The king raised his scepter and prayed quietly.
"God bless the alliance! God bless the king!"
All the generals bowed their heads and prayed respectfully.
After a while, Avitt sat back on the raised stone seat and looked around at everyone present. The corners of his mouth raised a smile again, he looked at the guards beside him, and calmly ordered.
"Go and bring the Lord of Tree Snake City!"
"I obey you, Your Majesty!"
The two guards hurried away. After a while, the city lord Ocott appeared in front of everyone, wearing a plain robe and with his hair loose. The noisy generals immediately quieted down and looked at the people in the Tlaxcala Alliance with great interest.
, the most noble leader.
"..."
Under the attention of the generals, Ocot was unarmed and staggering, and was escorted by the warriors. He came to the familiar hall and looked at his palace with mixed emotions. Now it was occupied by the fierce Mexica people. For a moment,
I was speechless.
"Ocott, the noble tree serpent god descendant, the leader of the Tlaxcala people."
Avitt was full of interest, with a smile on his lips. He held the inherited magic staff, looked at Okote's gloomy expression, and gave a faint order.
"Come! Let's perform a celebratory dance right here for the Alliance warriors who captured Tree Snake City!"
"...you!"
Hearing this, Okote gritted his teeth and his eyes gradually turned red. He has been a noble descendant of God since he was a child, standing above thousands of people. How has he ever suffered such humiliation?
"What? Okote, don't you want to?"
Avitt's expression was slightly cold, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"I think you are not stupid enough to refuse."
"..."
Ocott was trembling all over. He looked at the king of Mexica who was sitting high, and he shed tears when he thought about the life of the captives these days. As a noble descendant of God, he could not ignore pain and death like the most fearless warrior.
For nothing.
"...Red is the residence of people, the freshness of life and blood."
After a while, Okote lowered his head, dressed in white, stood on tiptoe, and danced a sacrificial dance of death and mourning. He waved his arms, let his hair loose, and danced, with the bleakness of farewell, the sadness of national subjugation, and the
The desire to go to the Kingdom of God.
"...I hesitated in the darkness, searching in the caves of my skin, and saw only white bones..."
The mournful chants echoed in the hall, and they were crying blood, but they were all in the same Mexica language.
"...I come from the north, which is the wasteland of the same blood. I go to the south, which is the flame that burns separately..."
Hearing this, Avitt raised his eyebrows and moved slightly. In terms of blood and language, the Mexica people and the Tlaxcala people are true brothers. The two tribes have been fighting for decades, and now they are finally separated.
There is a winner or lose. And what will the final winner do to the loser at this moment?
"...I am burning, and you are burning too! Red is an unquenchable flame. The surviving Tlaxcala people! You are crawling along, in the deep underground world, struggling between death in order to survive.
..."
After hearing this passage, the expressions of the generals present flashed and their smiles gradually stopped. Since the Eastern Expedition, the various legions have been extremely cruel to the Tlaxcala tribes and have shown no mercy.
"...When the flames swallowed me up, I turned into ashes and floated to the red kingdom. I saw the end of death, with nothing left behind! That is the end of reincarnation, and it is the end of all things, no matter you or me.
..”
Okote sang, danced, shed tears, and stared at the king above. It was not until the song ended that he stopped and looked at the high ceiling. There was an open-air wind tunnel there.
The free and warm wind blows from the vast night sky.
"Well... you dance well. It seems that you are more suitable for singing and dancing than leading troops in war!"
After a while, Avitt lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and commented with a smile. This tragic song and dance praising death was really beyond his expectation. In the Mexica aesthetics, such songs and dances have quite a charm.
Very unforgettable.
"Take him down!"
Okote pursed his lips, with tears in his eyes, and was taken away by the bodyguards again. This time, after he left the palace where he had lived for decades, he had no chance to return.
"cough."
The firelight flickered and the hall gradually became quiet. Avitt collected his thoughts and spoke with a smile.
"Haha! Although the dance of the Tlaxcala gods is good, it is a bit too sad. What I like most is the dance of the alliance nobles. They are heroic and magnificent, swallowing up mountains and rivers..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The Eastern Expedition is a great victory, and the royal army will return soon. All city-state army commanders, please stand up and dance a song for your king!"
The king's voice, steady and powerful, fell on the ears of the army commanders, as if it was carrying the power of thunder.
"Dancing again?!..."
Captain Sintel of Wei Jian immediately frowned, feeling resentful in his heart. He looked to the left and right, and saw Izel, the captain of Mountain Range, standing up first, followed closely by the new captain of Sourwood, Xochikalo. Then
, Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin regiment, stood up calmly. This time, no one dared to make any excuses like the dead Jodiko.
"Why."
Xintel sighed silently and joined the team. Then, four respected honorable nobles and powerful city-state army commanders came together in the hall to dance for the supreme king and praise the supreme sun.
!
"In the courtyard, a sun like flint stood high and motionless! . . .
The flint is supreme, the sky looks down on the birds, the earth gives life...
The firestone burns with light, let time be grasped in the hand, and illuminate the divine heaven and earth...
The flints whirled like snakes, the cloud snakes burned in the flames, and the god-king drank the water from the fire!
That's red blood...
God drinks blood, God feeds on life. God controls immortal life and bestows it on the loyal king!...
"
The four leaders of the city-state sang loudly and raised their hands and feet high. This is a prayer song to praise the sun god and is usually used in sacred sacrifices. When sung here, it is natural to compare the king to the sun god and himself to loyalty.
The waiter shows the most complete obedience.
The Eastern Expedition was a great victory, Tree Snake City fell, and the city-state army suffered many casualties. The situation at this time was very different from the last time when the dance was performed. The king's prestige had risen to its highest level like the sun at noon.
.And the strength of the king is like the sun in the middle, firmly suppressing all countries!
As he listened, a bright smile bloomed on Avitt's face. When everyone finished the sacrificial dance and saluted breathlessly, the king clenched his staff and praised him sincerely.
"Good! Very good! I like it very much!"
"Praise the King! I would like to dance and sing for you!"
The four city-state army commanders lowered their heads and saluted the king with respectful expressions.
"Um."
Avitt looked around at everyone and kept nodding. There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. After the dance test, he finally got the obedience he really wanted.
"The reeds of Sintre, the Gorge of Quinpacho, the mountains of Isère, the spruce of Xochkalo..."
The king's voice was full of oppression, and he read out the names of the army commanders. Then, the king's intention was directly revealed, without any concealment.
"The supreme sun needs to be guarded by city-state warriors!... After the Eastern Expedition, I will build two new guard camps, at least at the level of third-level elite fire warriors!"
Avitt lowered his gaze, looked at the army commander whose expression suddenly changed, and announced ruthlessly.
"The warriors from all countries are very brave. Your four city-state legions must produce elite warriors of level 13 or above!... The Sourwood Legion suffered heavy casualties, with two hundred warriors, while the Mountain Legion did not participate in the siege, with three hundred warriors.
.Let the remaining two countries each contribute half!..."
This chapter has been completed!