The midday sun is still warm, but the autumn wind carries a slight chill.
Under the sun, the scattered weapons glowed with cold light, leaving behind the last glimmer of the warrior. In the breeze, the yellowed leaves fell gently, taking away everyone's silent farewells.
It started with the expedition to Otopan's camp, progressed to waiting on the banks of the Leman River, and climaxed with the fierce battles in the mountain camps. Until now, everything has ended, and the king and warriors have returned to dust, just like the end of the rainy season.
After a long time, Shulot stepped forward silently. He gently closed Totec's eyes and touched the warrior's cold face with his hands. He smelled the familiar smell of blood again in his nose and couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Orosh, who was behind him, came over and gently patted the young man on the shoulder.
"Xulot, no matter how majestic the jaguar is, it will die of old age in the mountains, and no matter how high the flying eagle is, it will fall into the dust. We will all have this day. Being able to die for one's beliefs is actually the luck of a warrior. I
I’m also looking forward to such a day!”
Xiuluo nodded and calmed down from the turbulent emotions. The sadness disappeared from his eyes, replaced by determination from the heart. This was a teaching by example, telling the young man what the will of a warrior is, what faith and determination are.
guard!
Strength shaped his soul, and finally completely erased the fragility from later generations.
He walked to Tisoke's body again and looked at the face covered with mud. The king who was the supreme king when he first met him was now lying on the ground in an ordinary way, and he could no longer see any nobility. The young man shook his head, and he felt sorry for the king.
Death doesn't feel like anything. Since you are your life-and-death enemy, you deserve to die.
Shulot picked up the magic staff on the ground. It had a slender wooden body with a vicissitude of texture. The top of the staff was a gold base. The base was inlaid with a circle of pearl-sized yellow gemstones, forming the outline of the sun. The young man remembered
Avitt then stretched out his finger and flicked the staff.
A clear and clear sound of gold and jade trembled, resounding throughout the wilderness and spanning time and space.
This is the scepter of the ancestors, which has been passed down for hundreds of years and is a symbol of divine power.
In the tribal period when the priesthood dominated everything, this staff was passed down from generation to generation among the priests. After the establishment of the capital city in the lake, this staff was kept in the hands of the chief priests of the great temple. When the king and the chief priest
When the priesthood maintains a close relationship, the chief priest will give the scepter to the king in the name of the patron saint to declare the support of the chief priesthood.
This close relationship is like Tisok and Kechar. The price for gaining the support of the chief priest is the regression of royal power and the expansion of divine power.
In fact, before Montezuma created another divine staff, this only divine staff also represented the royal power from the divine authority. Half of the fifteen Aztec ancestors in history were priests, or
He is a priest from a royal family.
Shulot remembered that the king once used this magic staff to perform divine communication with his grandfather in the holy city. At that time, tens of thousands of warriors were filled with awe, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly. This shows that divine power has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The young man frowned. When he thought about the divine power and the chief priests, he felt very troubled.
This kind of priestly authority does not come from one or two people, but from an entire class. In this era, priests were the most educated class. Their power came from the possession of all kinds of knowledge, the control of harvest sacrifices to gods, funerals, marriage ceremonies
held, as well as explanations of mythology and celestial phenomena.
The power of the priests comes from the complete monopoly on culture!
With such power, the priests could influence the succession of the royal family, divert the city-state's tax revenue, occupy a large amount of land and villages, and have a large number of warriors to follow, and continue to control the hearts of the common people.
As a well-known fifth-level coyote priest, the young man has five hundred warriors under his command. In order to support these warriors, he must also obtain wealth and land.
"Go back and discuss it with Avit. Mexica society is still before the cultural enlightenment of a hundred schools of thought. The Chinese civil service system does not exist, and there is no basis for the imperial examination. Compared with the hereditary aristocracy with solidified classes, the priesthood
At least some outstanding civilians have been absorbed."
"The power of the priests in the future can only be limited and guided, but cannot be completely erased!"
The young man was thinking about his future plans when he heard a soft moan from Orosh.
"Hey! Shulot, come and see, what is this?"
The young man heard the sound and looked over, only to see Orosh, who had no inhibitions, groping and inspecting Tisok's body.
He unexpectedly took out a large piece of folded fine cotton cloth from the king's arms, which was full of sketched pictures and symbols, with the special fragrance of carmine dye.
This large piece of fine cotton cloth is equivalent to 300 cocoa beans, or 100 corn tortillas. Only kings and nobles can use it as paper to record events. The price of carmine dye is even more expensive, comparable to gold in the Old World.
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"When I return this time, I will develop papermaking technology and provide a carrier for cultural dissemination." The young man thought.
Then, he took the delicate cotton cloth and unfolded it. It was a huge design drawing with a three-dimensional sacrificial stone disk on it.
Judging from the distance mark, the diameter of the disk is about three meters and the height is about one meter. The top of the disk is engraved with the calendar sacrifice diagram of the five suns. Further up from the top is a sculpture of the patron saint or a sacrificial stone that is expected to be placed on it.
On the side of the platform and sacrificial plate are sixteen battle images of kings, engraved with tall and majestic kings and defeated petty enemies.
Each king carries the marks of the gods, such as the gorgeous headdress of the God of War, the changing smoke of the primordial sun, the three-color feathers of Quetzalcoatl, and the long red tongue of Death. The first fifteen paintings are naturally Aztec history
Among the fifteen former kings, the sixteenth one is Tisok himself.
At the feet of the king, there are many enemies who are kneeling or dead. The enemies all have different names, symbolizing the city-states and lands conquered by the king. There are particularly many dead enemies at the feet of Montezuma, and the dense markings describe the scene.
Full.
Tisok currently has only two names at his feet: Herotepec and Otopan. However, he has left a lot of space for himself, and he obviously has lofty ambitions.
"This must be one of the reasons why Tisok insists on siegeing the city!" Shulot looked at the Ottopan warriors and symbols that had been drawn on the image, and sighed slightly.
Even after abandoning the king's flag, abandoning the army, and fleeing southward in a hurry, Tisoke did not give up the design. The dense design marks showed the effort he put into it and his reliance on theology. Unfortunately, this famous piece of land in history
The "Stone of Tisok" will never appear again.
"History has changed forever!" After thinking about it, the young man was a little excited. "Now is our time!"
After the battle is over, the next step is to assemble the army.
Shulot asked Stanley to surrender the remaining royal guards. The loyalty and combat power of these warriors are top-notch. Perhaps Avitt will use them as seeds to rebuild the Broken Hair Guards Camp again.
He also asked Orosh to sort out the three thousand warriors directly under the royal family, and would take them back to the north later.
Finally, he praised Bertard's magic shot and asked his warrior chief to dig a pit and bury Totec's body. He himself sat cross-legged on the ground, chipped out a wooden tombstone, and then used a knife to carve out the square shape.
Chinese character.
Another hour passed. The army was ready and Shulot was ready to return.
He finally stopped in front of Totec's grave and looked at the unnamed tombstone.
"Here is buried a true warrior. He had the most peerless martial arts, the purest soul, and the beauty of facing death. Now, he has died for his beliefs, please don't disturb his peace."
Who here can really understand the Chinese characters on this? Chinese characters cannot be learned quickly, and even Bertard has not been able to learn much. Xuelot smiled self-deprecatingly, this is just a memorial to himself.
Finally, the young man touched his chest with his hand. He silently asked himself:
"What is my belief?"
"My belief is also protection. Now, I want to protect my father, my friends, my lover, my followers... all the people I care about. In the future, when I ascend the throne, it will be the people of this land, this
Country and civilization!”
He looked at the shallow grave, remembered the warrior's frozen smile, and asked himself questions again.
"When the choice comes, can I die for what I believe in?"
Shulot thought for a moment, imagining the hardships ahead, as well as the diseases and colonists in the future. The young man nodded silently but firmly.
"I can." He turned and left, truly acting like a warrior and commander.
The four thousand troops immediately set off and headed for the northern camp three days away. The old days have ended, and a new era is beginning!
This chapter has been completed!