Back at the camp, it was dinner time, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grilled tortillas, the herbaceous aroma of roasted amaranth, and the spicy aroma of roasted peppers.
Shulot sniffed his nose and ran all the way. He was also a little hungry, but he still had business to do right now.
He asked Bertard to set up camp and prepare meals for the army, while Orosh went to see his father's injury. He took Stanley with him and went to the Chinese army's tent to report the military situation.
As soon as he entered the tent, the young man saw Avitt sitting majestically on the throne. After a week without seeing him, his friend became more and more calm, with every move he made carrying the majesty of a king. His glance sent chills all over the body.
There are many generals sitting on both sides of the big tent. On the left are those directly under the royal family, and on the right are the heads of various city-states. The generals are talking to each other in low voices. Large cups of cold cocoa have been placed on the simple wooden tables. It seems that the dinner is about to begin.
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Shulot smiled slightly, and his old friend Akap also sat near Avitt.
Akap was slightly thin, but full of energy. Before the decisive battle, he was sent out to appease and contact the surrounding city-state legions. Looking at the tens of thousands of city-state warriors near the camp, he must have done a good job in this job.
Seeing the young man come in, Acap also showed joy and nodded to the young man.
There are four seats near Avitt, and the seat closest to him is still empty. The remaining two are occupied by two guests from the royal capital.
Sitting close to the throne is a warrior in his thirties. He has a thin face, a square face, a solemn demeanor, a always serious expression, and a domineering look between his brows. At this time, he is raising his head slightly, carefully looking at the people entering the big tent.
The young man's eyes sparkled with wisdom and thinking.
In another position is a young priest in his twenties, who is also wearing a fifth-level coyote priest uniform. He has a handsome appearance and always has a slight smile on his face. He does not look very friendly, but he has a cynical look.
Noble. At this time, he was also looking at the young man with great interest.
Seeing the young noble priest, Stanley behind him snorted heavily, showing some disdain. The noble priest also curled his lips and did not look at Stanley.
Then two more warriors came in. They carried Tisoke's body and placed it in the center of the tent. The autumn on the plateau was not too cold. Tisoke had been dead for three days, and his body already had a faint stench.
There was silence in the big tent for a moment. The legion commander in the front row had a complex look on his face, while the senior warriors in the back row stood up to check. The generals stared at the corpse of the old king and were silent for a moment.
"King, Tisok has died in the battle, and Totec has committed suicide. Fortunately, you have lived up to your destiny by going south this time. You are already the only king!"
Shulot knelt on one knee, lowered his head slightly, and held up the staff with both hands. On such a formal occasion, all the generals gathered together and must maintain the majesty of the king.
The army commanders who filled the room suddenly exclaimed. It seemed that until now, until they heard the young man's reply with their own ears, they could be sure that Tisok was really dead and that the body was really the king.
Avitt's eyes flashed with excitement on the throne. He stood up and approached, gently took the staff, handed it to the guard behind him, and then lifted the young man up with both hands.
"You have worked hard on this trip! This is your first achievement in this battle!"
The king praised loudly, held Shulot's hand, and looked around sharply at the generals in the camp.
"This is my beloved general Shulot! He is the grandson of Shuter, the high priest of the Holy City. He is my favorite student and the fiancé of my eldest daughter! Come, drink this cup together and pay tribute to my victorious warrior.
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The faces of the generals in the camp were solemn. They picked up the cocoa on the table and stood up together. Just as they were about to drink it, they paused for a moment and looked at each other: What should I call this?
It was the serious warrior at the head who reacted fastest, and he quickly grasped the key. He walked closer, raised the pottery cup high to his chest, bowed his head seriously and saluted: "Your Highness!"
Then everyone bowed their heads and saluted: "Your Highness!" Then they drank a large glass of cold cocoa in one gulp.
The bright red cocoa juice drips from the corner of everyone's mouth. This is a drink for warriors and nobles, and a gift from the gods. The cold cocoa is mixed with special juice to color it, and is flavored with honey, spices and chili peppers, just like the blood of the gods.
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The generals saluted uniformly and loudly, giving the young man a strange feeling, as if he was drunk.
He bowed his head resolutely in return and smelled the sweetness of honey, the pungentness of spices, and the spiciness of chili pepper in the air. Thinking of the bitter and sweet taste of cold cocoa, the young man's heart twitched and his face turned bitter. However, the feeling of being tipsy just now was gone.
The son is gone.
Avitt then approached Tisok's body, looked at the pale and bloody face, and smelled the faint breath of death. His joy slowly faded, and deep sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.
After all, this is the second brother of his compatriot, with whom he has shared the warmth of his childhood for more than ten years. Even though they later turned against each other due to power, and regarded each other as enemies, the warm memories of the past cannot be erased.
"Perhaps, only in the face of dead enemies and corpses that pose no threat will tenderness flow out of the king's heart again, giving the cruel power struggle a coat of tenderness."
Shulot looked at his friend who was grieving from the bottom of his heart and sighed in his heart.
"It is better to bring back such a corpse than to bring back a brother who will eventually be turned into a corpse by Avitt. This will at least preserve a little more warmth for my friends!"
After a long time, Avitt woke up from his memories. His eyes returned to indifference.
"The old king is dead, and all sins will naturally be judged by God. Take the body down and let the priests embalm it. After all, it will be brought back to the royal capital and buried in the royal cemetery."
"Remember to ask the commanders and captains of each battalion to take a look and let them confirm that Tisok is dead!"
The bodyguard bowed his head and accepted the order, then took the body out of the tent. The tent became lively again, with more excitement than before.
Avitt kindly pulled the young man to the throne. Akap, the serious warrior, and the noble priest all welcomed him and greeted him.
"Come on, Shulot, let me introduce you."
Avitt held the young man's hand with one hand, and firmly held the serious warrior's arm with the other hand. The serious warrior quickly lowered his head and saluted the king.
"This is my loyal warrior Gulim. He is a hereditary noble. He has been following me for more than twenty years since he was a child. He has been planning the overall situation for me in the royal capital last year. The two thousand family warriors in Ketoko's reinforcements are
His arrangement.
Gulim has worked hard over the years and achieved great results. We were able to win the battle to seize the army so easily, but it was all thanks to him! Now that he has come to help me plan, I will leave the intelligence work of the army to him."
Hearing Avitt's praise, Gulim bowed his head solemnly and saluted the king again.
When Shulot heard this, his heart moved. This was his friend's absolute confidant and the future intelligence leader.
Since Avit raised his army, there was no longer any need to worry about Tisoke's suspicion, and the old subordinates who had gone to Tarasco in the past had gathered one after another. Xiulote had already met many generals, but only Gu was introduced to him in such a grand manner today.
Lim alone shows the other's position in Avitt's heart.
The young man also lowered his head and clenched his fists, saluting Gulim solemnly.
Then Gulim returned the gift seriously again.
Seeing the formal salutes between the two people going back and forth, the young noble priest next to him laughed and joked.
"Since we are all eagles, there is no need to imitate the turkey flapping its wings, let us just fly!"
Hearing these words, Gulim remained silent.
Shulot smiled and nodded to the young priest.
He had some doubts in his heart: "Where did this rich young man come from? He is ignorant of worldly affairs and compared Gulim and I to turkeys? This is more reckless and innocent than me."
Avitt also smiled after hearing this. He held Shulot with one hand and pointed to the noble young man with the other to introduce him.
"This is one of the six elders of the chief priests of the Great Temple, the youngest son of Ugor, a hereditary noble from the royal city, Ugos. Now he is also the fifth-level coyote priest in the capital. He came this time as a means of war
Priests join the army specifically to serve the alliance."
After hearing the key information from the chief priests and the six elders, the young man thought in his mind and seemed to have some realization. He glanced at Avitt, and his friend nodded slightly. The young man looked back at Ugos, and a smile broke out on his face.
"When I first arrived at the camp, I heard about His Highness's reputation. When I saw him today, he turned out to be a good-looking warrior. He is indeed a warrior like a flower." Ugos commented to Shulote reservedly.
Gulim also nodded seriously in approval.
"His Highness can develop trebuchets and longbows, and is indeed good at dexterity. He has created writing, which shows his profound knowledge. He put forward the slogan to end the war in the camp, which shows that he understands people's hearts. This time, he shot the old king and forced the general to death, which was even more brave.
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I offer you another cup of cocoa. May the heart of a scholar never fall, the heart of a wise man never change, and the heart of a warrior always remain!"
After saying that, Gulim filled another cup of mixed cocoa, raised the pottery cup to his forehead with a solemn expression, and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing Gulim like this, the young man could only sigh softly. He also filled a cup of mixed cocoa and drank it as a salute. His spirits suddenly lifted, the sweetness filled his mouth and nose, the bitterness echoed on the tip of his tongue, and the heat burned his chest and abdomen, and his heart twitched again.
.It’s so difficult!
Avitt looked at the etiquette between the two with a smile.
He smiled secretly in his heart. Shulot always only drank hot cocoa with honey, and was particularly sensitive to chili peppers and spices. Now the boy's secretly twitching expression could not be hidden from him.
"Although cocoa is a drink for nobles and warriors, it is still a common drink. The priests of the great temple do not like to drink it." Ugos also drank some cocoa and continued to interject.
"I once drank the holy water from the chief priests in the great temple in the holy city. It is a true gift from God. You must fast for three days before you can drink it. Every time I drink it, I feel like I am flying, and
The gods share the joy in the heart, and it does not leave a headache like the smoke of the gods. It is really a supreme treasure."
The young man was stunned. It sounded like some kind of special medicine that made people feel happy. He asked curiously: "Where does the holy water come from? And how can I drink it?"
Ugos smiled mysteriously, with a rather content look on his face.
He looked at Avitt and nodded in salute: "Of course the holy water comes from God's gift. When the distinguished king attends the enthronement ceremony in the capital, the chief priests will naturally offer it respectfully!"
Avitt laughed loudly and patted Ugos on the shoulder. Hulot secretly wrote down the name of "holy water".
The dinner began immediately. During the war, there was not much fancy food, but the food was rich in variety and in sufficient portions.
Shulot first ate a piece of corn pancake with nopal cactus. This cactus is the favorite of cochineal insects, and its texture is softer and fresher, with a sweet and refreshing taste. This is used to appetize and fill the stomach.
Then he spread out a piece of burrito, added delicious smut corn, fragrant pine mushrooms, hot grilled venison, and spread it with fresh mountain honey. After rolling it carefully, he took a bite, which was tender, soft, and sweet.
It is not greasy and has a light fragrance. This is the favorite staple food of teenagers.
After feeling sixty percent full, the boy took two skewers of fresh pineapple barbecue and sprinkled it with a touch of chili powder. The sweet and sour pineapple was refreshing, and the slightly spicy turkey meat was grilled and had a slightly crispy skin, which was enough.
It's fragrant and soft. It's a non-greasy side dish.
Then, the boy thought for a while and filled up another bowl of tomato and mushroom soup. He still liked the slightly sour taste of tomatoes and the freshness of mushrooms. This was considered a soup after a meal. He felt very full.
In the end, the boy hesitated for a long time between the sweet cactus fruit and the vanilla chocolate, and finally chose two kinds of cactus fruit. Because it is October now, when the cactus fruit has just matured.
After cooling the cactus fruit slightly with well water, he broke open the peel and took a bite.
The green and white flesh is sweet juice, just like watermelon in summer, and the purple flesh is glutinous and sweet flesh, more like dragon fruit in autumn. Then a faint feeling of flying came to the young man's mind, which is unique to cactus fruit.
The slight illusion brings a moment of confusion.
When the banquet reached its climax, everyone had drunk tequila, and the big tent became noisy.
Avit then stood up from the throne, waved the magic staff in his hand like a war stick, and made a war dance starting gesture.
The leaders of each city-state and the generals directly under them stood up in understanding.
The warriors stood side by side, cheering to the roar of eagles and tigers, waving shields and war clubs. They jumped with excitement, striking each other from time to time, causing the roar of the battle array, and skillfully staggered, stepping on the ground hard, showing
With agility and strength in movement.
Stanley beat the heavy war drum, and the dull drumbeats echoed the excitement of the battle formation.
Akapu played the beautiful ocarina, and the distant sound of the flute flew to the distance of heaven and earth.
Shulot sang ancient divine music, and Qingyue's high-pitched songs lingered in the desolation of ancient times.
Ugos murmured gorgeous arias and elegant songs describing the changes of the four seasons.
This is the warriors' praise of the battle formation and the memory of their ancestors. All the vast lands they have experienced, all the colorful seasons that have changed, are unfolding in the memories of the past like a picture, intersecting the hearts of everyone like the river.
The generals then danced to their heart's content, cherishing each other in the center of the dance. They sang in unison, without distinguishing between you and me in the ensemble. Until they were close to each other, they no longer cared about each other when they were happy. They turned into wild roars and burst into tears at the intense moments!
This is the resonance and emotion of the warriors. They are lost, tipsy, and gradually forget about themselves, leaving only the collective fighting spirit!
Shulot also sang and drank. When he was enjoying himself, he threw the pottery cup, snatched Stanley's war drum, and started beating Kitaro's ringing banquet! The young man sang back a thousand years in a low roar, and then fell drunk unconsciously to the ground.
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When he woke up, the night wind was slightly chilly, and he was covered with Avitt's cloak. He looked around the tent, which was full of drunken generals, and then looked up at Avitt, who was smiling on the throne.
"My unparalleled warrior, how was today's dinner?"
Having just woken up, the young man's heart was still filled with the pleasure and wantonness of the feast.
He laughed and praised:
"Drunk and drunk, I draw my sword and sing loudly, the lyrics are so intense that it shakes the world.
The ambition is to know that great things will be accomplished, and the heart of domination is still thinking of strong men.
The crowd chases me with a melodious sound, how generous I am when I dance and look around!"
Avitt chuckled:
"Xulot, there's no need to say something unintelligible. How was the dinner? Was it good or bad?"
"Of course it is excellent! Before today's banquet, I brought Tisok's body and showed too much power. The generals obeyed in awe, but they were inevitably sad.
The banquet is so enjoyable that the city-state and its direct generals can gather together, and the priests and warriors drink and sing together. All the generals can open their hearts and eliminate their grudges."
"After the dinner, all the hearts of the people will belong to you!"
Then, Shulot clapped his hands and praised: "Even I was drunk by you tonight, and you made so many wanton gestures, it's really unimaginable!"
"No! No! I have never been so crazy." The young man suddenly realized, "Avit, you drugged this wine?!"
The king on the throne smiled and said nothing. Gulim turned out from behind the shadow of the throne, bowed deeply to the young man, and apologized solemnly.
