To Citralmina's expectation, the food provided to them was very generous. Although it was some sour corn tortillas, corn gnocchi and bitter sauce, Avilistri and Quit Spari
They all eat delicious food. In their hometown, they had to get up early and work all day in the dark to eat such food, but now they only need to stay quiet in this dark room and not speak loudly to get it.
Every afternoon, they were taken out by the soldiers, and groups of dozens of people entered an indoor bathtub to take a bath. The bathtub was made of stone, and there were several stone ditches that introduced fresh water from a distance. They were taught
Using a crushed plant to wipe the body can make the body cleaner. After Citralmina tried it, she found that the effect was exactly as the Aztlan people said. Not only was all the dirt removed, but the skin was even able to be purified.
A hint of grass scent.
Although bathing with dozens of men is an extremely shameful and unspeakable thing for Citralmina, once she refuses, Aztlan's soldiers will turn their spears on her.
Later she learned that the Aztlan people believed that not bathing would spread diseases. Citralmina and others were important sacrifices, and they did not want anyone in this group to contract the plague.
About a week later, a man wearing black clothes, black trousers, and a black cloak came in with a group of Aztlan soldiers. His clothes were embroidered with skulls, and around his neck was a necklace of teeth. These costumes showed that
He is a priest. The skull and teeth both symbolize the priest's duty - human sacrifice.
"Today is the Festival of Valisteli in Tlacacasi. In order to sacrifice Sipe Totec, the skinned man of spring, we need the human skins of some warriors who died in the battle." The priest said, "Do you have any?
Someone who voluntarily steps forward to fight in front of God?"
"If you want to skin us, just come here!" Citralmina shouted, "We will be sacrificed sooner or later anyway, and we will not fight to the death with our own people just to survive for a few more days!"
"It's not for you to kill each other, but with our warriors." The priest said, "Although you are prisoners of war, we will still prepare exquisite weapons for you. As witnessed by the gods, when neither side uses magic,
, as long as you defeat our warriors, they will be skinned. This time we need five human skins, and you send five people to engage in a wheel battle with our warriors. The loser will be skinned, and the winner will go on to the next game.
Duel until five human skins are collected!"
This sentence gave the desperate prisoners of war a glimmer of hope. Avilistry, who had been hanging his head, suddenly stood up and said: "Since it is a glorious battle witnessed by the gods, then let me go first!
"
But Citralmina still didn't trust the priest's words: "One on one, there are five games in total. If you win, you won't be skinned? Are you telling the truth? What if we keep winning? You guys
What are you going to do?”
"I swear to God, as long as you keep winning at Tlacacasipe Valistri, you will live until the end of the world."
So Citralmina also stood up: "Give me a coat, I will also participate."
"You?" The priest looked at Sitralmina from head to toe, and finally his eyes lingered on her chest. "Woman, you don't need to survive in this way. If you don't want to be sacrificed,
As long as you swear to become a slave, there will be a lot of people willing to take you."
"Do you think I will fail in a one-on-one fight?" Citralmina covered her chest and gritted her teeth and said, "Tell you, I am a disciple of Master Querakiri!"
As soon as he heard these words, the priest's expression suddenly changed. He moved his eyes away from Xitralmina's chest, turned sideways and made a "please" gesture: "In that case, then you
He is the protagonist of this Tracasipe Valistri Festival. I think the great Sun King is also willing to come and watch the battle of Master Quilachili’s disciples.”
Except for Avilistri and Citralmina, none of the remaining prisoners of war were willing to come forward. The black-clothed priest frowned and picked three more strongest-looking ones from the crowd.
Let Aztlan's soldiers forcibly drag them out.
Under the leadership of the priest, they began to climb the huge pyramid made of an astonishing number of stones.
There are hundreds of steps from the bottom to the top of the pyramid. Looking up from the bottom of the pyramid, you can see that at the top of the pyramid, there are two large temples standing closest to the sky in the entire city.
The two main gods of Aztlan are worshiped there, one is Huitzilopochtli, the god of the sun and war, and the other is Quecharcoatl, the god of rain and civilization.
When they reached the halfway point of the pyramid, the prisoners of war faintly smelled a stench wafting down from the top of the pyramid. As they continued to climb up, the stench became stronger and stronger. Soon after, the ground beneath their feet
Condensed black blood appeared on the steps. The further you go up, the more blood clots are condensed on the steps. And the top dozens of steps are completely covered by this black blood clot. Looking from a distance,
, like a black waterfall flowing down from the top of the tower.
The weather was not very good, and the cold wind brought a bone-chilling chill to Xitralmina. Although her own tribe also has the tradition of human sacrifice, only about five or six people are not sacrificed every year, which is simply not feasible in terms of scale.
It is comparable to Aztlan. Just look at this black waterfall and the number of prisoners sacrificed on the top of this tower is over ten thousand!
Citralmina and others did not climb to the top of the pyramid, but were taken to a platform halfway up the pyramid. There was a huge round stone, with a ferocious-looking head carved in the center of the round stone.
It was Traltkutli, the god of earth - she once devoured everything created until she was killed by Quecharcoatl, the god of civilization. The gods used her body to create mountains, valleys and rivers.
, but she kept wailing day and night because of her tragic experience. Unless she was constantly provided with fresh human blood, the earth would not be able to produce food.
One side of the boulder is close to the cliff of the pyramid, one side is close to the steps that the prisoners of war climbed up, and there are seats on the other two sides. Thousands of people have been seated at the seats, most of them are the nobles and rich people of Aztlan.
.The following duels will all take place on this round stone for this group of people to watch and enjoy.
Seeing the disheveled Sitralmina, whistles came from the group of nobles. Although Sitralmina has been dressed like this for a long time, most of her companions would kindly avoid looking at her.
, pretending not to see it. The strong reaction of this group of Aztlan nobles made her cover her chest in embarrassment, but this action only made the whistles louder.
When the black-clothed priest was holding a set of clothes and preparing to hand it to Sitralmina, the group of nobles shouted:
"Don't give her clothes, let her fight like this!"
The black-clothed priest smiled knowingly, pulled the clothes back from Citralmina's fingertips, and threw them into the fire aside.
