The stone palace of the Palace of Winds is simple and solemn. The walls are decorated with inherited ritual vessels, the ceiling is engraved with ancient murals, and the curtains of the main gods are flying. The candles in the palace shine brightly, shining together with the bonfires in the palace.
The joyful faces of everyone also drove away the deep night outside the palace.
Shulot was sitting at the head of the banquet, and bright firelight surrounded him, just like the people surrounding him. According to the tradition of the tribal alliance, people sat down in four directions according to their different identities, forming a rough circle.
In the center of the upper head is the supreme young king, on the left is the trusted teacher Orosh, and on the right is the loyal guard chief Bertad. Next, below the left side of the king is the noble theocratic priest. Ugos and
The two chief priests of Marvelo are in front, and the mid-level priests such as Bravo are behind. On the right side of the king, below, are the commanders of each army who are loyal and good at fighting. According to the default alliance practice, in order are the veteran Etalik and the navy commander.
Anatri, the monkey Kuruka, the black wolf Toltec, the quartermaster Bergire, the miner Ezpan...the crocodile Ospie, the master of the sky family Horta, and the gray earth Puap at the bottom.
Opposite the king were the local administrative officials, headed by Chief Minister Jatiri, and Chalape from the Bronze Workshop were also among them.
"This is my team that runs Fengguo!"
Shulot smiled and raised the magic staff in his hand. Soon, the band's bamboo flute played high and the prayer song sounded slowly, and the audience was filled with solemnity.
"Praise the Lord God! He is omnipotent and gives us food, victory and light!"
The king speaks out first.
“Praise the Lord God!”
Everyone bowed their heads in prayer and cheered in unison. The low echo echoed in the hall, symbolizing the will of the entire feudal country.
Then, a team of maids came forward and presented freshly prepared cocoa. Shulott raised his glass again.
"Drink this cup to the full to celebrate the supreme god and the king of the alliance!"
"Congratulations to the Lord God and congratulations to the king!"
“Drink another drink to celebrate the new year!”
"Congratulations on the New Year and congratulations to Your Majesty!"
After drinking the sacred cocoa, the banquet officially begins. The main dishes include fragrant grilled corn tortillas, honey-sweetened boiled black bean puree, soft roasted pumpkin and slightly sweet sweet potatoes. Vegetables include refreshing cold zucchini, fresh boiled cactus, fragrant
Spicy boiled kidney beans, and crispy baked jicama.
After a tiring day, Shulot was really hungry. He took out a piece of baked corn tortilla, spread it with sweet black bean puree, sandwiched a few pieces of jicama and zucchini, and smeared some chili sauce on it, and ate it happily.
Chewing started. It wasn't until the two pieces of soft cakes were eaten that the king had some thoughts and slowly tasted various fresh fruits.
Because we are in the tropics, the variety of fruits at the banquet is extremely rich, and it is also a feast for the eyes. There are sweet and sour pineapples, soft guava, sweet and glutinous cherimoya, ice cream-like Marmi fruit, and slightly upward cactus fruit.
, purple figs that are as soft as honey, Jamaican flowers that taste like hawthorn, and delicious and juicy tomatoes.
Of course, what the king likes most is the black-fleshed persimmon, which is rarely seen in later generations. It is only produced in Mexico and is commonly known as chocolate persimmon. The skin of this kind of black persimmon is very thin, making it difficult to transport long distances, and the flesh inside is as soft as jelly.
.And as soon as you take a bite, you will be instantly conquered by the amazing taste!
"The pulp is soft and sweet, like a mixture of cream and chocolate, carefully prepared to create the ultimate soft pudding!"
Shulot enjoyed the delicious black persimmon, with a hint of sincere admiration on his face. Being able to enjoy this exquisite delicacy in the wild medieval times was a rare benefit for those who traveled to America.
What will be most welcomed by the audience are the various delicious barbecues. Large pieces of roasted venison with herbs, grilled turkey with skewered pineapple, and whole grilled fish with pimento... Various barbecues have a tangy aroma, and they are next to
There are paprika, annatto powder, garlic vine, American eryngium, and Mexican cumin that can be added at will. These spices, which Europeans regard as gold, can be found everywhere in wealthy Central America and are widely used in the diet of nobles.
Xiulote simply ate two pieces of roasted venison. The venison was very tender. One piece was brushed with some fresh honey, and the other was brushed with some chili salt. The two different tastes were mixed one after another, sweet and spicy.
Endless aftertaste.
By this time, the king was feeling thirsty. He picked up the tequila light wine on the table and drank it happily into his throat.
There are roughly three types of drinks at banquets. Tequila has a light taste and is more formal. Mead is mellow and sweet and is the most expensive. Fruit wine has rich and varied flavors depending on the fruit, but it is not solemn enough and is not suitable for offering to others.
Shulot raised his wine glass, and soon several of his close associates came forward to toast the king. The young king laughed heartily and refused to accept any offer. Then, he sipped lightly while looking at everyone with a smile.
After a few glasses of water and wine, the atmosphere at the banquet became lively. Everyone began to drink together, make loud noises, and drink at each other. First, there was a gathering among the priests, generals, and civil servants, and then there were toasts alone. Fellow townspeople, relatives, and friends,
Comrade-in-arms, based on various contacts, everyone drank together casually, and many barriers were vaguely reduced.
Hulot smiled. In order to rule for a long time, he encouraged the Mexica and Prepecha tribes to engage in large-scale intermarriage. In the past few months, he had personally arranged some weddings. The Mexica generals
Marriage ties were gradually established with Prepecha civil servants. The integration of the nationalities was advancing, and the upper echelons of the kingdom were being integrated, but it just took time to complete.
The night was warm, the music was joyful, the bonfire radiated warmth, and the wine made people happy! Unknowingly, the generals were full of wine and food. The maids came forward again, removed the food from the table, and presented sacred cocoa.
"Your Highness, you are our marshal, you are our sun! Please let your loyal warriors perform a dance for you!"
Black Wolf Toltec stood up proudly, and as the representative of the generals, he shouted loudly. He was the first to come to the open space in the center of the banquet, raised a cup of cocoa, and drank it in greeting to His Highness.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Very good, my love!"
Shulot nodded with a smile and raised the staff.
Soon, the passionate war drums suddenly sounded. Black Wolf took off his shirt, bare his strong upper body, crossed his powerful arms, and danced a wild war dance! His footsteps followed the rhythm of the drums, and he chanted in his mouth
Brave poetry.
"A warrior should fight with all his heart! A warrior should sing with all his heart!
We pursue victory in the battle, and we hug each other's shoulders.
We live with a smile and look at the flowers on the battlefield!
Then, we die laughing, the flowers and songs are no longer...
"
Shulot looked moved and nodded with a smile. This is a widely circulated warrior poem that is often sung. But only a truly heroic warrior can sing its flavor!
After the war dance ended, Black Wolf was covered in sweat. Then, he strode forward, his muscles trembling like a cheetah, and suddenly fell to the ground in front of the king, holding up the warrior's garland with both hands.
"Your Highness, please accept the flowers presented to you by the generals! Our lives are like fresh flowers, blooming faithfully at this moment. We dedicate our lives to you, the highest sun!"
Shulot laughed loudly, stood up, and took the garland with both hands. He patted Black Wolf's shoulder affectionately, then looked around at the attentive generals, and nodded with a smile one by one.
"My warriors, my generals, I will be with you!"
Seeing this, the usually serious Chief Priest Marvelo thought for a moment and pulled Ugos's sleeve.
Ugos stood up knowingly and came to the center of the banquet. The fierce drum beat turned into a vicissitudes of life. The young chief priest of the capital looked solemn, walked with mysterious steps, and opened his mouth to chant gorgeously.
"Ah, the sun god sends down his glory, the Lord God bestows divine enlightenment, and spreads his fame throughout the world.
That is you, the king created by the gods!
You sing in the valley, in Tenochtitlan, where the eagle soars.
You fly in the sky, and in the lake area of Mikancho, the eagle turns into the sun!
Ah, I look up to the abode of God the Father, I pray for the Kingdom of God on earth, and you are on the Snake Mountain...
"
Hearing this, Shulot looked solemn. This is a traditional sacrificial poem, a deified object of praise, usually only dedicated to the kings of the past who possess divinity. The hall suddenly became solemn, and only high-pitched chants continued to echo, falling into the crowd.
After a moment, Ugos stopped singing. He stepped forward with a smile and presented a piece of green jade that symbolized wisdom and eternal life.
"Praise the Lord God! Distinguished Master Priest of the Sect, you are the incarnation of the gods in the human world. And we obey your orders and serve you like we serve the gods!"
"Praise the Lord God! Chief Priest Ugos, thank you for your poem! The future of the feudal country cannot be separated from the priests of the alliance. The glory of the Lord God will surely be spread throughout the world!"
The two looked at each other for a moment, smiling and greeting each other. Hulot looked at Marvelo again and nodded lightly, and the other party returned the greeting respectfully.
Jatiri watched silently. He pondered for a while, then took something from Chalape's hand and walked slowly into the temple.
"Your Majesty, I am not good at singing and dancing."
The knowledgeable elder smiled and saluted. Shulot stood up and returned the salute solemnly.
"Dear sage, you are the elder of the Prepecha people, so there is no need to be polite."
"Your Majesty, you have the foresight of an eagle, the will of a liger, the patience of a coyote, and the kindness of a tortoise. You treat the people of the lake area well, and you are the king given to us by the sun god... I would like to represent millions of Prepei
I will bow at your feet and offer my loyalty to you!"
Jatiri's expression was solemn. In front of everyone, he bent down on the ground and paid homage to the king above him.
"Ah! Sage..."
Shulot quickly took two steps forward, bent down, and helped the knowledgeable elder up from the ground. He persuaded sincerely.
"Sage, I treat you with the courtesy of a teacher, please don't do this!"
Hearing this, Jatiri smiled slightly. He held a long wooden box in both hands and presented it to the young king in front of him.
"Your Majesty, the people of Prepecha are willing to be your wings and fly into the sky!...This is the bronze weapon you ordered Chalape to forge!"
"He got inspiration from the obsidian sharp blades and wooden handles of the war stick, and mixed and cast the strong spine of low tin and the sharp blade of high tin, taking the best of both worlds, and then added fragments of the kingdom of God falling from the sky to cast it.
A sharp and strong magic weapon..."
"Dedicated to you, my majesty! Tolerance and severity coexist, kindness and determination, this is the true army of the king!"
Xiulote was startled when he heard this. He took the wooden box and opened it himself. A three-foot-long eight-sided Qin sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The sharp blade glowed with cold light, and the strong spine was polished and translucent.
, the gilded sword hilt shines brightly, and there are two pictographic pictures and texts engraved on it.
The king looked carefully. The pictogram on the front was like a bolt of lightning, symbolizing the unpredictable power of the gods; the pictogram on the back was the pictogram of a person, with his hands spread out in a powerful posture. It was obvious that these were the gods and the king. And these two
The meaning of this word, traced to similar oracle bone inscriptions, is...
"God...Xia..."
Shulot muttered to himself, reciting these two words in a low voice. A strange sense of fate suddenly surged into his heart, as if carrying some kind of soul-shaking power. A moment later, he faced
Everyone raised their three-foot Qin swords and announced solemnly.
"Witness the Lord God! This is the Divine Summer Sword! My sword of the king!"
"Generals, play music for me!"
The king gave an order, and everyone followed. Orosh played the bamboo flute, Ugos blew the bone xun, and Toltec beat the war drum. The fluttering flute, the desolate sound of the xun, and the passionate drums all came together.
It was played in the stone palace, accompanied by the singing of the generals.
Shulot stood in the center of the hall and slowly drew out the sharp sword. He lightly traced the sword's spine with his fingertips, violent emotions surged in his chest, and countless memories came to his mind, and finally they all turned into poems in his mouth.
"A sword is born with a pure heart, and a sword with a pure heart lasts for ten years."
The king raised his head slightly. He thought of the pure feeling in his heart when he first came to this world, and also thought of the child with clear eyes in the Butterfly Palace.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I fell from the pyramid, I walked from the Butterfly Palace. I carry a pure heart, like spring water."
Hearing this, Orosh's expression changed. He watched the boy grow up, and many memories were naturally indelible.
"Once you drink the blood of mortals by mistake, you will always have the murderous intention with you."
Shulot lowered his eyes, raised his left hand to block, and stabbed out the long sword with his right hand. This was the first time he killed someone, and he could not forget it for a long time.
"I wave the weapon in my hand and become a blood-stained warrior. I silently pray to the God of War, knowing that this will bring death!"
"The dragon sings in the shallows, thinking about the rising wind, and the sword is about to move horizontally in the box."
Shulot folded his sword around his chest and made a gesture to hide it. He thought of the time when he was trapped in Tisok's army, and also thought of his first encounter with Avitt, their common conversations and ambitions. At that time, the dragon and the sword
, when the king met the king.
"I experienced the battlefield of the first formation, and I held the funeral of the gods. I am an eagle that has just emerged from the nest, pursuing the sacred glory!"
Bertard's eyes became dark. After a while, he silently clenched his fists in his chest and bowed his head in salute.
"Flying to the top of Qingmingling Mountain, leaning against the sky and overpowering the heroes!"
Shulot took a few steps and waved his sword rapidly. Three years of bloody storms flashed through his mind one by one.
Encountering an attack for the first time, leading an army to hunt down the king for the first time; the answers to the elders in the stone chamber, and the life and death lot from the chief priest Kechar; leading the legion to the west for the first time, from the wooden castle on the north shore to Lake Eurelia
, from the river mouth fortress to the Takuro plain, from the battle of kings to the fall of Qin Congcan...
"I met many opponents, and I withstood the test of the gods. I overcame obstacles all the way, and walked out of life and death!"
The generals were quiet for a moment and cheered in unison. They followed the invincible His Highness and experienced several brutal battles, so naturally they had the same feeling.
"The sword flies to Quanzhen, and the independent East Peak opens the Tianmen."
Shulot stood as upright as a pine, raised the long sword above his head, and lowered the sword in his hand again. He recalled the grand enfeoffment ceremony, the excitement when he took charge of a party, and his full ambition and pride.
"I captured the king of the past, and I ascended the throne of the Lake District. I built a new kingdom out of the ruins of the kingdom!"
Upon hearing this, Jatiri was the first to bow his head, and everyone also bowed deeply and paid tribute to the king.
Seeing the surrendered people, Shulot laughed loudly. Years of warrior training have made his body flexible and strong. The sword dance in his hand became more and more intense, with the sound of howling wind in the air, and then suddenly stopped!
The young king turned around and looked towards the west where the setting sun was setting. The era passed five hundred years later, and the distant motherland was 20,000 miles away. Everything was distant, and the past was already false. To him, all reality, all
There is only this country and only this home.
Shulot exhaled a long breath. He chanted slowly in a language that no one could understand, like a mysterious prayer.
“Suddenly it is clear, it is raining, it is windy, it is bright and then it is extinguished, it is autumn.
Dapeng traveled 20,000 miles, and the sword disappeared into the furnace and fell into the darkness.
Fuliang does not remember the affairs of the world, and forgets the river and wanders in the vast sea.
The sky, wind and earth roll into endless twilight, and the morning light is far away and empty.
"
The king gently wiped the sword, and in a deep tone, whispered four deep poems. Soon, Alyssa's beautiful smile appeared in his heart, followed by the vast and undulating sand table of the world, and the world that was memorized in his heart
map!
"...But when the flowers bloom but not the leaves are seen, fifty states are chilled by one sword!"
Shulot groaned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to the sky. The history of later generations appeared in front of his eyes, and was burned to ashes by the anger in his eyes. Under the strong drunkenness, he suddenly thrust out the long sword in his hand, piercing Dongfang's
Sky! This sword carries awe-inspiring will, no matter how long the time lasts; this sword carries complete determination, no matter how long the life is!
"I came to the country here with the promise of the gods. I am destined to rule the world and dominate the continent at my feet!"
