Chapter 1456: Shoot the sun! Let two suns set at the same time!
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A long silence filled the dim tent, like the falling night, shrouding the hearts of the two glorious nobles. After a long time, the mountain chief Izel knelt down and looked at the vigilant eyes of the reed chief Xintel, "Da.
"Click" the flint struck.
"Ta...ta!...Wow!..."
The bonfire slowly lit up, bringing light in the dark night. The old friend Sintel moved like a ghost until his shadow on the tent overlapped with Izel's shadow. The two faced each other like this,
They sat cross-legged on the dirt in tacit understanding, looking into each other's eyes and looking at each other's hands.
"Xintel, your skills seem to be much better than before?"
"Ha! Izel, if you were on the front line and fought against the Zapotecs all day long, your skills would be much better!..."
"Really?... But with the skills of the two of us, even if we add dozens of cronies... If we want to wave the dagger in our hands in a legion of tens of thousands of people... I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve the goal?... What's more, I also
I don’t want to be someone else’s knife, especially those guys who hide their heads and show their tails…”
"Well... Izel, I don't want to be someone else's sword. It's just that sometimes, the God King may not give us a chance to choose. Think about the death of Yotiko, the leader of the Sourwood tribe! Think about the sacrifice of Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin tribe.
Sacrifice!...What's more, have you forgotten? The 'jade sword' that you, me, and Paqiao chose back then? Now, the distance between him and the heart of the God King is already very close..."
"...Cintel, that 'jade sword' has been favored by the God King and is now richer than before. He may not have the idea of risking everything to 'avenge' his former owner. Besides, he may not trust us.
, and the assassination may not be successful..."
"Izel, our older generation of Mexica warriors have always given up life and death. For certain beliefs and glory, they can give up everything and their own lives. Young warriors like you may not understand. But you
Believe me and Pacho’s vision, he will definitely be a ‘good knife for revenge’!…”
Xintel looked gloomy and slowly lowered his head. He avoided the bonfire and hid his body in the shadows, just like those old wooden sculptures that were broken and stubborn and refused to welcome the sun, still living in the "War of Flowers"
"The past. And his voice was equally deep, like the whisper of the shadow of the past.
"The Lord God bless you! What's more, in addition to the 'Jade Sword'... there is another 'Cloud Snake Dagger' for revenge, which is also with the 'Jade Sword'. We all know the identity of that person. He is hiding
His wife and children, those last descendants of the Cloud Snake God, are in the fief of Huochikaluo, the leader of the Yunshan tribe, and have been targeted by us for a long time..."
"When the time comes, he will have no choice if he captures the family members of the 'Cloud Serpent Dagger'. Revealing his identity will mean death, and none of the family members will survive. But revenge, at least he can leave his wife and children, and the blood of the god descendants...
For both public and private purposes, he can only seek revenge! For the sake of the 'Cloud Snake', he will avenge the great vengeance of annihilating the clan!"
"And as long as he makes a move and accepts the 'Jade Sword' of the 'Cloud Snake Dagger', he will have no choice. When the matter is exposed, the God King will not forgive him at all, and there is only one way to die... He can only go for 'revenge'
!Revenge for his family master, even if he is destined to die!..."
“…!”
Hearing this plan, Izel was shocked again and looked surprised. His surprise was not due to the existence of the "Cloud Serpent Dagger", but...
"Spruce Hotch Carlo?! Is this guy who cooperated with the God King to kill the Sourwood Chief Jodiko also one of 'us'?..."
"Well. He is new."
"Is it credible? Is he the nail planted by the God King?..."
"No, he is the God King's rag. The kind that is thrown away after use... He transferred the fiefdom from the Sourwood City State to the land of Tlaxcala. He originally thought he had made a profit and added a large fiefdom...
But for the sake of the little prince, Gillim intervened everywhere in the land of Tlaxcala, intercepted the migrating citizens, and focused on managing the fiefdom directly under the little prince... This left "Spruce" with no territory, and no people to farm the land.
I can’t tell you how painful it is, it’s better than before the transfer…”
"And after this southern expedition, the land of Tlaxcala, which had just been stable for a few years, had to transport food to the south for the army... The recruitment that was placed on him, whether it was food or civilians, was beyond his reach.
Patience!... His dissatisfaction with the God King has reached its extreme, and he hit it off with us..."
Xintel lowered his voice and talked about the undercurrents within the Mexica Alliance. And when the names were thrown out one by one, they were all real nobles of the city-state. All of them had suffered serious losses in their interests and resentments during the powerful centralization and expedition of the God King...
"In addition to 'Spruce'... there are also the two acquaintances of the southern city-states you met today... Behind them are Huoshu Clan Chief Huoqikua and Panpython Clan Chief Moyahualuo. The glory of these two southern city-states.
The nobles were not only deprived of half of their fiefdom management rights by the God-King, but were also interfered with their inheritance rights. And during this southern expedition, the constant flow of food and civilians also overwhelmed their territory!..."
"Huashu and Pan Mang? Have they officially joined us? When I was chatting with acquaintances, I only heard their complaints, but no deeper hints..."
"...They haven't officially joined the group yet. But once something happens, they will become 'us'! The vast majority of the great nobles of the city-state will become 'us'! Because 'our' interests are the same."
!…”
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Hearing this, Izel frowned and was silent. He thought for a while before asking again.
"Xintel, according to you, the so-called 'us' right now is only 'you, me, Yunshan'? Plus two 'knives and daggers' that may not be controllable?..."
"With such strength, what can we do? And even if we take great risks and do it, what's the reward?... It's just for others, reaching into the campfire to get the cooked nuts.
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"...What kind of strange metaphor is this? Is it another new poem from the capital?..."
Sintel was speechless for a moment and could only hesitate a few words. However, Izel refused to give up and continued to ask.
"Xintel, are you blinded by hatred? Are you tempted by 'those people who hide their heads and show their tails' and want to be the 'stone knife' for sacrifice?... Or is there something else you are hiding from me?"
Could it be that you also want to use me as a tool?!..."
"Hey!...Old friend, we are the closest group! How could I use you as a tool?...I do have other plans, but they haven't been finalized yet, let alone discussed..."
Sintel pursed his lips, subconsciously touched the dagger at his waist, and quickly let go. He sighed, looked at Izel's suspicious eyes, and explained sincerely.
"There is indeed another group of 'them', which may also become 'us'. As I told you before... the royal family of the Asar family secretly sent envoys to tentatively contact me..."
"Behind them is the main force of the entire Western Route Army, which also occupies one-third of the Mixtec Yunzhong..."
"Of course, what's more important is that once something unexpected happens... after the God-King and the Prophet, the one with the most strength and the most right to inherit the alliance, the one who can logically accept the royal army and return the autonomy of the nobles of the city-states... is them Asar
One series!…”
"The royal family of the Asar line? You mean, Meng Er and Yu Yan? No, the one with the most right to inherit is Moctezuma II!... Hiss! You mean? Not just one, but two people want the sword.
indivual?…"
Hearing this, Izel took a deep breath and his eyes flashed. But this time, it was Sintel's turn to look serious and get closer to ask questions.
"Izel, what is your reaction?...Who do you think the 'those from the temple' want to kill the most?...And who do you think the 'those from the Asal family' must get rid of?..."
"The God-King and the Prophet, even though they have caused many disputes, still stand together and centralize power to us! ... To restore the autonomy of the great nobles, and to restore our territory and inheritance... the only way is to use two suns,
Get rid of it together, shoot it down together!…”
"From now on, whether it is the line of Assar, the line of the little prince, or the line of the Son of God... no matter who wants to ascend to power, they must compromise with the great nobles of our city-state and give up our original ruling rights given by the gods.
Return them all!…”
"And if the prophet is left alive, inherits everything from the God-King, and combines the power of the two suns into one... then wouldn't we all be busy for him? In the end, nothing will change, and it will even get worse.
!…”
Having said this, Sintel reached out again, held Izel's arm tightly, and stared into his eyes! At this moment, he hissed coldly, like a poisonous snake that could no longer endure the heat of the sun.
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"The Southern Expedition is the best opportunity! The two suns are together, almost never apart! As long as we can kill one, the other can be killed too!..."
"And this southern expedition is the only chance to make two suns set at the same time! Once we return to the capital city in the lake, once the two suns separate... we will no longer have the possibility of successfully shooting the sun at the same time!..."
"Izel, keep your eyes open and see your situation clearly! You are like me, like us, you have no choice! You can only shoot the sun!..."
