Chapter 514 The King and the Priest, the Jaguar and the Fox
The cold wind in the early morning blew down from the high ceiling and blew over the extinguished bonfire, bringing a slight chill. Under the ceiling, next to the bonfire, there were two descendants of gods, one old and one strong, sitting opposite each other.
"The Most High King of Mexica, please be like an obsidian mirror and reflect the goodwill of the holy city of Cholula."
Chief Priest Petel smiled and bowed to the ground sincerely.
"The holy city of Cholula has never fought against the powerful Mexican Alliance, so how can it surrender?"
"Huh? Never been enemies?"
Hearing such shameless remarks, Avitt couldn't help laughing even though he had been practicing for a long time.
"Cholula sent warriors to join the Tlaxcala side, and sent envoys to summon all the ministries of the world to fight against the alliance... After all these things have been done, why don't we call them enemies?"
"Your Majesty the King, please be careful."
Petel replied calmly and with a smile.
"The priest families in the holy city of Cholula are descendants of the noble Toltec gods. The tribal warriors who participated in the war are barbaric Tlaxcalans. They obey the orders of the Tlaxcalans in the state.
The nobles did not obey the will of the Holy City. The envoys of the Holy City to all the ministries in the world only asked them to come to the aid of the Holy City, and did not let them fight against the Alliance... The Holy City only respected and respected the Alliance, not the slightest bit.
You have an enemy’s heart!”
"Oh? You don't have any intention of being an enemy?...Haha!"
Avitt laughed loudly, not bothering to argue verbally. The powerful jaguar rules the jungle and never relies on words to win. Full of murderous intent, he stretched out his magic staff and focused on Petar's heart, cold and harsh.
shouted.
"At this moment, God's Gate, the Feathered Serpent City has all fallen, and the hinterland of the Tlaxcala people has opened up! The alliance's 100,000 troops on the north route are about to go south! And the 80,000 troops on the south route will all go north! There are 200,000 troops on the north and south routes.
, we will meet in Cholula City and hold a grand sacrificial ceremony!...Since the priest families are the noble descendants of the gods in the city, then use your hearts to sacrifice to the lofty main god!"
"Ah!...Supreme God King of Mexica, please suspend your anger..."
Petel's face turned pale, he lowered his head deeply and begged the majestic king. Even though he knew that this was supposed to be a threat from the other party, he still trembled all over. Because the barbaric Aztecs had every chance of capturing the Holy City.
He also has the habit of making large-scale sacrifices. And the intimidation he can achieve is a real majesty!
"You are the lord of the world, and also... the lord of the holy city of Cholula!"
Pettel paused and spoke with difficulty. In fact, when he came here, he had no intention of surrendering and allegiance. He just wanted to reach a semi-subordinate alliance. But the situation changed too fast. The people of Tlaxcala
After only resisting for less than half a year, the important towns in the north and south were lost. Even if all the ministries in the world unite, they may not be able to save...
"The holy city of Cholula is willing to surrender to you and join the great Mexica Alliance. All priest families are willing to do their best to contribute to your great cause of conquering the world and dedicate the power of the gods' gifts!"
"Ha! God's gift? The power of God's gift, the Mexica people have already mastered it!"
Avit stood up, looking down at the old priest leader.
"The alliance has its own divine blessing, the lofty holy city of the Teotihuacan era, the high priesthood of twelve priests and elders, and the thunder and fire given by the Lord God! Why should I accept the city of Cholula and a group of rotten people?
The old remnants of the Toltecs!”
Avit has summoned Akapu many times, and he has a clear understanding of the extravagant and decadent virtues of Cholula's group of elders. From the bottom of his heart, he despises this group of people who can only fool people's hearts and have no control over their hands.
Theocratic leaders of the chicken power.
"Rotten and old, the remnants of the Toltec people..."
Hearing this, Petel felt a pain in his heart, as if a wound had been opened. The so-called holy city of Cholula and the so-called priest family were not the ones who managed to survive with the glory of their ancestors after the collapse of the Toltec Empire.
A bunch of remnants?... After a few breaths, he gritted his teeth, calmed down, and responded calmly.
"Yes, the Supreme King of Mexica! We are just a group of corrupt and old Toltec remnants. But the corrupt, old, extravagant priest leader, compared with the high priest who is determined to reform, decisive and ruthless, you are more important
Which one do you like?"
Peter knelt on the ground and raised his head. He looked at the sudden change in Avitt's eyes and smiled like an old fox.
"O supreme God King! The priests of Cholula are willing to serve you as our Lord. What we ask for is nothing more than divine smoke and vanilla, gorgeous clothes and delicacies, and beautiful girls. We just want to live in a high position and enjoy luxury! ...
The high priest of the alliance, what do you want?..."
"The high priest is frugal and simple, does not like pleasure, and does not like extravagance. He is busy in the great temple day and night, and is in charge of the divine power of the Mexica people. He is famous and determined, and one word can decide the life and death of thousands of people. Let Tlacopan
Heirs of dozens of noble families...Even as far away as Cholula, I know that the Mexicans awe and obey him! The respect the Mexicans have for him is nothing compared to the respect they have for you.
How much? And the authority held by the priests will only accumulate over time and become more and more deeply rooted in people's hearts..."
Avitt narrowed his eyes and clenched the scepter in his hand, showing a strong murderous intention. At some point, Chief Intelligence Officer Gillim also quietly pulled out the obsidian dagger and silently came behind Peter.
A chill ran down the chief priest's spine, but he didn't seem to notice it. He just smiled, stared into the king's eyes, and continued to preach like a cunning old fox.
"...It is said that whenever the sun rises and sets, thunderous prayers rise from the capital city in the lake! The people of the capital devoutly praise the main god and the high priest! And the high priest's grandson,
But your son-in-law, the well-known heir to the Alliance!...Now, the immortal elder is still alive and can suppress everything in the Mexica Alliance and prevent it from turning upside down. And if the Mexica elder dies, then with the high priest’s
Authority, coupled with the legion of the Kingdom of the Lake..."
"Supreme God King! How can the king ignore those threats that are so close at hand? Once the Mexica elder goes to the Kingdom of God, all it takes is an accident, a glass of poisonous wine, and a dagger to happen to you...
. Then the royal power of the Mexica people will be passed down firmly. And the divine power and the royal power will be integrated into one..."
"shut up!"
Avitt's color suddenly changed. He raised his foot and with a sudden force, he kicked Peter to the ground.
"Damn guy, you dare to alienate the alliance! I will sacrifice you to the Lord God with my own hands!"
"Cough cough cough!..."
Peter was kicked two meters away and fell to the ground. He couldn't get up for a long time. However, when he saw the king's angry expression, he smiled more respectfully and sincerely.
"Your Majesty, please calm down..."
At some point, Gillim had already put away the dagger. He saluted solemnly and said nothing. However, the king raised his brows and fell into deep thought.
The leader of the priests, Petel, got up and knelt down respectfully on the ground again, facing the meditating king without saying a word.
"call..."
After a long time, Avitt lowered his eyes and calmed down his anger. He gave Peter a cold look, turned around and sat down cross-legged.
"Patel, you confusing old fox! If you want to keep your position and the priests of Cholula... these few words alone are not enough!"
"Ah, the supreme king of gods! Even my muddy old eyes can clearly see that you are destined to conquer all tribes and rule the world!"
Peter bowed respectfully, bowed again, and offered a few sincere flatteries. Then, he smiled and spoke, feeling confident in his heart.
"In the eyes of the priests in the holy city of Cholula, you are the king of gods, who not only rules the human world, but also rules the kingdom of God! The priests of Cholula are willing to tell the world, hold sacred ceremonies, and worship you to pay homage to you.
Allegiance to the God King!"
Avitt didn't say a word and listened calmly. However, he shook the topaz scepter in his hand and felt the divine power that had been passed down among the tribes.
"In this world of Nahua religion, there are two parts of divinity. One half is in the place where the gods left, the holy city of Teotihuacan; the other half is in the place where the gods return, the holy city of Cholula... Mexica
If the alliance achieves both, it will be blessed by the gods and destined to rule the world!...And if the divine power is divided into two parts and two great priesthoods are established side by side, then the one who is at the top will naturally be the supreme divine king!"
"Um?..."
Avitt lowered his eyes, grasped the staff tightly, and showed no emotion on his face.
Gillim's expression flickered. He had followed the king for many years and could see the king's intentions, but he was still a little hesitant. The chief intelligence officer pondered for a moment, judged the pros and cons, then solemnly bowed and asked Peter.
"Chief Petel, in your opinion, if the religious law of the priesthood is different from the king's decree, how should we explain it?"
Hearing this, Peter's spirit perked up. At this juncture, with the help of the king's cronies, it seemed that everything was a success! He looked solemn and answered respectfully.
"The two holy cities are both under the rule of the God-King; the two priesthoods should also be loyal to the God-King! If the priesthood and the king's laws are different, naturally the God-King will be respected, and the priesthood should reflect and change!...
.Holy city of Cholula, I would like to worship the supreme King of Mexica as the suzerain in charge of all power!"
For hundreds of years, although the Cholula priesthood has a respected position and controls the Eastern Holy Land, it only controls one place. And if it can be accepted by the Mexica Alliance, it will conquer various tribes along the way with the alliance army, and even fight with the high priesthood.
have equal shares...
That scene, just thinking about it, makes Peter extremely excited! Compared with this bright future, the current groveling is nothing!
"call!..."
After a long while, Avitt took a long breath. He looked at Petel expressionlessly for a while and said lightly.
"The holy city of Cholula has been inherited for hundreds of years. It has the magnificent Great Pyramid of Cholula and the "man-made mountain" Trachvaltpetl!... The legacy of the Lord God is left there. I am blessed by God and do not want to
Destroy it with your own hands."
Hearing this, Peter was ecstatic. He took off his feather crown, lowered his white-haired head, and bowed humbly to worship.
"Priest leader of Cholula, remnant of the Toltecs, descendant of the god Petel, pays homage to the supreme god-king!"
"Um!"
Avitt finally nodded. He stared at the old fox in front of him and asked word by word.
"Cholula City, hold a surrender ceremony and announce it to all the people in the world?"
This is what it should be. With a smile on his face, Petel nodded heavily.
"Can!"
"Hand over all the Tlaxcala gods and nobles, and call on the Tlaxcalans to surrender?"
"Can!"
Petel nodded again. The Tlaxcalans were already defeated, so they sold it.
"Worship the main god?"
"...Can!"
Petel hesitated for a while, then nodded in agreement. The Mexica people's belief gradually moved closer to one god. In order to join the alliance, the city of Cholula could only agree to respect the main god. However, the reform of monotheism may not be
Bad thing. At least the power of the Mexica priests is obviously much stronger.
"Cholula State, hand over half of the state's land and half of the villages."
Avit looked at Petel with a stern expression. He did not use questions, but used a declarative tone to issue royal orders that could not be disobeyed.
"Ah? This, this...is bad!"
Seeing the king's emotionless eyes, Pate paused twice and nodded bitterly.
"Supreme God King, the Holy City Cholula has agreed to all your requests. I wonder if..."
"Well, there is one last condition for the alliance to accept Cholula."
Avitt smiled slightly and straightened up. He looked at Petel's hidden expression of joy, and murderous intent was brewing in his heart.
"Patetel, like the Alliance, Cholula City also has twelve priests and elders?"
"Yes! Twelve is a noble and sacred number. The Cholula priesthood is also the twelve elders."
Petel was a little confused, wondering why the king would ask this.
"Yeah! Cholula City hinders the alliance's eastward expedition and offends the majesty of the Lord God."
With a calm expression and no fluctuation in his voice, Avitt spoke in judgment.
"Then hand over the two priests and elders and sacrifice them to the Lord God!"
"ah!"
A bone-chilling chill surged into his heart, like a glacier on a sacred mountain, which shocked Petel, and for the first time he looked frightened.
"Sacrifice...sacrifice to the noble priests and elders?"
"Why, you don't want to?"
Avitt smiled lightly, the corners of his mouth raised.
"Or do you want to go see the Lord God on behalf of the other elders?"
"Ah, no...no..."
Petel lay on the ground and shook his head repeatedly. No matter how cunning a fox was, he had no choice but to bow his head and surrender in the face of the ruthless jaguar! After a while, he answered with difficulty.
