The red sun sets in the west, and the dark clouds soaking the zenith descend into the red country. The warriors gather and kneel on the blood-stained soil, waiting for the last sacrifice. The priest accompanying the army blows the Tao Yun, and the desolate and distant music is heard between heaven and earth.
Echoed. And Shulot solemnly put on his sacrificial robes and chanted loudly, leading his grandfather's soul to the Kingdom of God.
After a while, a blazing holy fire was lit on the top of the high pyramid. The flame gradually became blazing, licking the high priest's coffin, and rising faint green smoke. Dozens of priests sang in unison, praying for the Lord God's guidance, and also
Expressing blessings to the living.
The Mexica Alliance retains ancient tribal traditions, similar to the tribes in the wilderness, and respects sacred cremation. The smoke of burning the body means that the soul goes to the kingdom of God. Of course, in this era, due to the lower burning temperature, all
Cremation will include the remains for relatives to express their grief.
After finishing his prayers, Shulot stood solemnly in front of the high priest's coffin. He watched his beloved relatives slowly disappear in the flames. The fire swallowed up his grandfather's silver hair, swallowed up the high priest's robe, and then made everything blurry. Grandfather
His smile quietly faded away, and from now on he only lived in his memory...
The king's calm face showed deep reluctance and sadness.
Farewell and death, helplessness in life, always make people heartbroken. His heart was suddenly grasped, and he felt palpitations and pain that he had never experienced before. Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from his eyes, wetting the clothes on his body. Strong emotions
What surged in his heart was not the laughter and shouting like before, but the deep sorrow and longing. At this moment, he finally accepted the passing of his grandfather, but he still had many words that he wanted to pour out.
"Tuk...tuk...tuk..."
The desolate sound of death echoed, like the long wind in the wilderness, and like an ancient call. Shulot raised the obsidian dagger, and in front of the burning coffin, in the pool of blood of the corpse, he danced the funeral
The sacrificial dance and the sad farewell song.
"I see the human world as falling leaves, drifting and irresistible!...
I see my beloved, like dew rising in the morning and the moon reflected in the water, unable to touch!..."
Bone-breaking lovesickness, along with long-lasting memories, hit the king's heart, making his eyes moist. He looked at the rising smoke in front of him, as if watching the soul of the deceased, silently moving to the nine heavens. He danced a sacrificial dance
, shouting heartily, crying with blood and heartache.
"...Time is like water. Once it goes, it will never come back.
The dead are like the wind, disappearing like smoke in a blink of an eye,
Once separated, we will never see each other again!..."
At this point, the king lowered his head slightly and cried. The generals heard the mourning and all shed tears. Black Wolf fell to the ground and cried loudly. Naxiu covered her mouth and sobbed softly. Bertard closed his eyes and shed tears.
From the corner of his eyes, Yu Yan lamented, lowered his head and paid tribute with tears...
"...walking on the mountain road with a heavy load, hesitantly fell to the bottom of the valley..."
Shulot's voice gradually became lower. The journey to becoming a king was destined to be both dangerous and lonely, and he could only climb it alone. He had already understood this, but he had always hoped that such a day would come later...
"... Sitting at the bottom of the valley, looking at the sky, the stars are bright and the wind is blowing..."
Bits of rain fell from the sky, hitting the king's face, mixed with tears, like blessings from the Kingdom of God. And the fire burned mercilessly, rising black smoke pillars, connected to the dim sky, as if stepping into
Stairs to the netherworld. In the water and fire, smoke and clouds, the king looked up at the sky and danced the last sacrificial dance to bid farewell to the departing soul.
"...The plum rain brings tears like dew, and the maple leaves smile until they wither."
The cherry blossoms are late to return, and they don’t see the call from the other side.
Calling to the other side, it's dark. People are sleepless and insects are flying.
Mayflies fly in the morning and evening, cicadas sing mournfully. There are lights among the reeds, and the moon and clouds are high..."
The burning fire gradually became smaller and almost burned out, leaving only a few bones. Shulot stepped forward and silently watched the last traces left by his grandfather. There was infinite desolation in his heart, and the sadness of farewell.
Intertwined together, they turned into a final whisper.
"...The clouds are high and the moon is buried in the fire. The remaining dreams from my childhood warm my heart. I can only see you again in my dreams..."
"Grandpa, I will do well. You must also do well in the Kingdom of God... If you have leisure, come and meet me again in your grandson's dream..."
After saying that, Shulot knelt down, bowed respectfully to the bones nine times. Then, he carefully collected the bones of his grandfather and put them into an immortal silver box.
The setting sun gradually set, and through the dark clouds on the horizon, it emitted its last glimmer of light. The king held the silver box, stared at the low sky, and then looked at the burned-out temple, which was mostly burned, and gave a low and calm order.
"King's order: Guards Corps, search the whole city. Count the civilians in the city, organize them into teams of a hundred, and escort them back to Shuigu City! All the captured gods, nobles and priests will be sacrificed on the spot! Order the soldiers to bury the corpses to avoid immune diseases
.Send senior warriors to search the priest's mansion and take away the inheritance and sacred objects..."
"The rest of the generals, count the legions, gather the warriors, and set off tomorrow. All villages and towns within fifty miles outside the city will be burned! All young men and women will be relocated! If there is resistance, kill them all!!"
"Obey! Your Highness, your will is your mortal life!"
All the generals fell to the ground, saluted in unison, and obeyed orders respectfully, not daring to disobey in the slightest.
Shulot nodded slightly and took one last look at the burning Holy Temple. Then, holding the silver box and stepping on the blood of the setting sun, he walked down the towering Great Pyramid without looking back again.
One day later, the Mexican Legion launched a large-scale attack on the entire city of Socholula, and scattered their troops in all directions, sweeping across the entire state of Cholula. Soon, streaks of black smoke rose under the dim sky, forming a continuous line on the horizon.
Dozens of villages and towns were burning. Tens of thousands of Tlaxcalans were wailing and were driven by Mexica warriors to the city of Water Valley fifty miles to the southwest.
Black smoke rose in the sky, and boundless blood fell. The Black Wolf's royal flag moved again, escorted by thousands of guards, and returned to the important town in the south. Behind the army going south was the burning city of the gods.
Holy city of Cholula.
"At the beginning of June, the high priest died in the holy city of Cholula and was murdered by the priests of the holy city. The king was so angry that he attacked the city of Cholula and set it on fire. He slaughtered all the aristocratic noble warriors and militiamen, a total of two
Thousands of people. The bloodline of the Twelve Priests' families was cut off. Subsequently, the Southern Route Army plundered fifty miles around, captured Banyue Dingkou, and then killed the four nobles, warriors and militiamen in total. Ten thousand people were burned. Cholu State was burned and young men were captured.
Men and women, a total of 120,000 people...
Within half a month, out of the 200,000 people in Cholu State, 30,000 were killed and 120,000 were taken captive, leaving only 40,000 to 50,000 old and weak people who fled. The rich and prosperous Cholu State was completely wiped out and turned into a withered population.
, all over the dead realm..."
The news of the destruction of the holy city of Cholula was like a meteor falling from the sky, suddenly bombarding under the sacred mountain of Yanfeng, stirring up dust all over the sky. Countless messengers from various countries ran quickly, carrying terrible information, spreading like waves. And
When all the Nava tribes in the world heard about this, they were all terrified and horrified! The name of the God of Death spread throughout the world, even eastward to the rainforest, and was known to all Maya tribes.
