The cold days have passed and the rainy season has not yet arrived. Under the Otopan Mountain City, there is a brilliant spring scene. Bright flowers bloom in the sun, and the faint floral fragrance permeates the warm wind, making people feel relaxed. Colorful butterflies are in the flowers.
Dance on the ground, the spiritual hummingbirds leap among the trees, attracting distant gazes.
Shulot stood on a hill in the military camp. He looked at the warm spring scenery not far away, with a faint smile on his lips. The breeze was gentle, and there was a melodious bird song in the air, like a moving melody. He raised his head
, and saw groups of song sparrows flying over the mountain city.
It is April now, the day when North American song sparrows migrate. These small, gray-white birds will migrate long distances north from tropical and subtropical jungles to the seaside of temperate continents. However, this year due to the cold wave, they
Forced to stay here, dancing and singing every day, not knowing the dangerous path ahead.
Song sparrows are natural singers in nature and can sing ten different tones with repetitive melodies and vibratos. Their calls are extremely vivid and their songs are extremely unforgettable. They also symbolize beauty and luck in Central American culture.
"What an auspicious day blessed by the gods!"
Looking at the singing sparrows, a heartfelt smile appeared on the king's face. He wore a set of solid bronze armor, an exquisite priest's robe, and a half-covered bronze helmet.
There are several three-color long feathers on it, shining brightly in the sun. Dressed in this way, it looks particularly majestic and heroic.
"Your Highness, Otopan's messenger has arrived at the camp. The five hundred pro-army warriors have lined up and are ready to go at any time!"
Bertard, wearing medium armor, stepped forward and replied in a deep voice.
Xiulote nodded. He waved and summoned Barda, who was staying at the camp.
"Barda, be prepared! Everything is in accordance with my previous instructions, and you are always waiting for the message!"
"I will strictly follow your orders! Your Highness, you can go with peace of mind!"
Barda saluted respectfully. Hearing these words, Shulot raised his eyebrows and looked at Toltec again in front of the pro-army. The black wolf was wearing heavy armor, holding his head high, and saluted the king from a distance, and made another prepared sign.
gesture. The king smiled and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Ters, hold the royal flag high! Bertard, let's go!"
Five hundred personal guards formed a tight formation, guarding the king's flag in the center of the black wolf, and marched towards the mountain city of Otopan ahead. Of the five hundred personal guards, two hundred were Jaguar warriors wearing bronze heavy armor.
There are also three hundred longbow guards wearing medium armor. They are all high-level warriors selected from the Forbidden Army. Once formed into a formation, they can stand firm for a long time among thousands of troops.
Along the way, the guards were silent. There was only the clang of armor clashing and the sound of neatly coordinated footsteps. Within half an hour, the king arrived at the foot of the platform where the mountain city was located.
He looked up and saw that the platform was forty to fifty meters high, occupying a steep terrain and at the high point of the hills. The mountain road along the way was steep and upward, with large forests and rocks scattered up and down, blocking the way for the group to climb, forming a natural
Defensive barrier. Only a few mountain roads facing the city gate can lead to a smooth upward journey.
Above the platform is a stone city wall surrounded by twists and turns. The wall is five meters high. Thousands of Otopan warriors and militiamen are holding weapons and are tightly stationed at the top of the wall. These defenders have piles of stones, wood and ash in their hands.
bottles, and even hundreds of imitation Mexican longbows.
Under the leadership of the envoy, everyone slowly climbed up and were soon exposed within the attack range of the city. As the Mexica wolf flag approached, a burst of noise suddenly broke out on the city, and there were many noisy discussions. A group of people.
The Otomi warriors shouted loudly and even took out their bows, arrows and throwing spears.
The black wolf Toltec strode forward with heavy armor and long bow. He raised his head and looked at the defense of the mountain city. There was a slight sweat on his forehead and he couldn't help but hold the bone whistle around his neck. No matter how heavy the armor he wore
, facing a rolling stone falling from a height of tens of meters, the result will not be any different.
Fortunately, the chaotic and dangerous noise did not last long. Several white-robed priests quickly arrived to comfort them, and the Otomi warriors at the top of the city gradually became quiet. They looked at the messengers leading them and the team below the city with complicated expressions.
Looking at the approaching wolf flag, I didn't know what to say.
Soon, Toltec was panting slightly and stood under the city wall. Wearing more than 40 kilograms of heavy armor, he faced the pressure from the city head and took the lead to open the way. He was indeed a little tired at this time. The black wolf rested for a few breaths, and the city
The warriors at the head looked at each other for a moment, then remembered their duties and returned to Shulot's side.
"Your Highness, climbing from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, if you are fully equipped and maintain the physical strength for fighting, it will only take a quarter of an hour at the fastest. During this quarter of an hour, you are within the attack range of the city!"
Shulot nodded calmly. The young king's golden light flashed like a majestic envoy, standing solemnly outside the city gate. After a while, the heavy wooden door opened slowly with a "bang". Then,
Five hundred soldiers filed in, and the king's flag was held flat through the city gate and erected high in the mountain city. Seeing this scene, the defenders on the city wall suddenly let out a noisy low cry.
"Blessed by the original god!"
"It's Mexica!"
"His Royal Highness Mexica has entered the city!"
"The Enlightened One from the South!..."
"Your Highness Shulot, you are the only foreign army that has entered the mountain city in two hundred years."
The old priest Alter stood at the gate of the city, personally greeting the king. He wore the black and white sacrificial robes of the Chaos Priest, and wore a high priest feather crown on his head. His demeanor was calm and solemn. He was surrounded by low-level priests and the guarding temple.
Warrior. In this mountain city, the old priest is one of the two people with the highest status.
"Such a mighty city, as long as it is properly defended and everyone works together, it is indeed beyond the reach of manpower!"
Shulot calmly looked at the defenders in the city and praised with a smile. The Otomi militia in the mountain city is huge, estimated to exceed ten thousand people. Although their armor is simple and their bodies are lean, their expressions are not numb.
There is a look in his eyes that protects his homeland. Such troops may be vulnerable when they go on expeditions, but they are exceptionally tough when they are stationed at home.
"Your Highness, native dogs are greedy for their homes and will never go out to hurt others. Our Otomi people's wish is just to squat in our homes and live a peaceful life."
"Priest Ort, the general trend of the world is like a long river, rushing forward! All the tribes in the world are fighting against each other, so how can there be any stability? Look, this time the canine invasion of the south means that if you don't fight, you will die?
"
"...What His Highness said is naturally very reasonable. I only hope that the gods will bless me and allow the sacred cocoa to continue."
"The gods will obey the king's will. The one who will protect Coco is the king of the world!"
The two looked at each other for a moment, talking in low voices, with some inexplicable feelings in their words. The five hundred personal guards' bronze armor shone brightly, surrounding the king, showing indestructible power. Alter's eyes flashed, and he stared
Seeing these expensive and sturdy cloth-covered bronze armors, he sighed softly in his heart and continued to look at the king.
The exchange of implicit understanding did not last long, and was quickly interrupted by a rush of voices. Hundreds of Otomi warriors were fully armed, surrounded by more than a dozen high-ranking priests, and hurriedly rushed from the center of the mountain city. The leader of the Chaos Priest, Sa
As soon as Ka got within a hundred steps, he let out an angry roar.
"Alt, how dare you let the Mexicans enter the city!"
"Priest Saka, His Highness Xiulote is a friend of the Otomi people and the eldest brother of General Giowa. It is an honor for the city of Otopan that he comes to participate in today's tribal meeting!"
"Bah! Alter, you were obsessed by the evil god and betrayed the god of chaos!"
Saka strode forward without stopping, and soon arrived at a place twenty steps away from everyone. He was about fifty years old, with high cheekbones, thick black hair, and a stocky and powerful figure.
Stronger and younger than the old priest.
"Saka, paranoia has blinded you! The new Lake Kingdom in the south is our ally in the city-state of Otopan!"
The old priest straightened his back and roared, like an old and tough marmot.
Saka came closer and did not continue to argue with the old priest. His eyes were fierce, like a jackal. He first glanced at the king under the wolf banner, and when he saw hundreds of Mexica warriors wearing armor and killing in cold blood, his pupils suddenly shrank. The Chaos Priest was immediately alert.
He stopped and placed himself among the guards of the temple warriors. He paused for a few breaths, then looked at the large group of Otomi warriors on the left and right walls, and encouraged loudly.
"Otopan warriors! The Mexica people are the enemies of our Otomi people! A few years ago, they besieged the mountain city and slaughtered the villages of the three countries. Countless people of the original god were sent to the altar, soaked in blood.
Earth! They stole food again, burned farmland, and the continuous famine continues to this day! Even the large-scale march of the canine descendants to the south this time has something to do with the Mexica!...The Mexica robbed our wealth and killed people.
Our relatives and friends have destroyed our lives, and now, they want to intervene in the tribal meeting of the Otomi Alliance and completely turn the Otopan people into slaves!"
Saka's loud voice echoed up and down the city walls, reaching the ears of thousands of Otomi warriors. The leaders of each tribe were attending a tribal meeting in the center of the mountain city, and most of the people stationed were ordinary low-level warriors. When they heard this encouragement
The lower class warriors felt the same words about sex and gradually became noisy.
Seeing this sign of danger, Alter's eyes widened. He rushed forward, grabbed Saka's clothes angrily, and shouted angrily.
"Holy Spirit! Saka, your words are full of lies! The one who fought against us a few years ago was King Tisok, and he is already dead! His Highness Shulot has never been an enemy of us Otomi people! On the contrary
, the life-saving food in the mountain city during the famine came from his gift! He is our friend!"
"Oult, you are old! In the past few years, under your leadership, we Otomi people have been like voles in a cave, hiding here and there and being slaughtered by others! The city of Xilotepec has been lost, and the Legion
You went south to work for the Mexica in vain, and now even the state of Palms has been occupied by the dog descendants!...You have lost your brave heart and the blessing of the gods, and you are no longer worthy of leading the Otomi people!"
Saka suddenly roared. He pushed the old Ort away, pointed at the king in front of the city gate, and shouted loudly.
"The original god protects us! Warriors of Otopan, let the Mexica people see how powerful we are! Go ahead, attack boldly, seize the Mexica His Highness, and ask them to hand over their weapons, hand over their weapons
