The center of Tenochtitlan is the pyramid and the great temple, and near the temple is a large palace. That is Tratoani of Trochtitlan, the highest priest and the highest priest.
The commander-in-chief's residence.
Aztlan has many city-states. Each city-state has a ruler called "Telatoani". Each Tratoani's status in the city-state is close to that of the king. Only Tenoch
Tratoani of Titlan has the highest power. He rules the entire Aztlan like an emperor, deciding the wealth, life and death of everyone in Aztlan.
Especially this term of Tlatoani, Motecusoma III, he expanded the territory of Aztlan to an unprecedented scale, ruling almost more than half of the land known to the Aztlan people. He also
As a result, he grasped unprecedented supreme power, standing high above, just like the most important, noble and indispensable sun. Therefore, Motekusoma III also has a special title - "Sun King".
However, today's Sun King's face is even gloomier than the dark clouds. Reports related to hailstorms are coming in one after another. Hundreds of acres of farmland have been damaged, thousands of chinampas have been destroyed, and tens of thousands of houses have been damaged... Disasters
The damage caused is already equivalent to the total annual tribute collected from a large city-state. And this is only the loss of one city-state, Tenochtitlan. When the losses of other city-states in Aztlan are also reported, this number will be
It will increase more than ten times.
"This is already the fourth year!" Mokut Soma roared. "The first year was the locusts, which ate up all our crops, for which I sacrificed a hundred hearts; the second year was the flood.
It flooded our streets, and I sacrificed a thousand hearts for it; in the third year there was a severe frost, and our crops froze, so I sacrificed ten thousand hearts for it! We have had no food for three years.
Enough food has been produced! The grain in the Wang family's barn is almost empty, and all our prisoners and slaves have been killed. What on earth can I do to make the gods happy again?"
Seeing that the Sun King was angry, everyone below did not even dare to say a word. They were afraid that if they said the wrong thing, Mokutsoma would be turned into a sacrifice on the altar - he had done this more than once.
"Have you done anything to make the gods angry?" Mokutsoma continued to roar, "Today is the Festival of Tracasipe Valistri! Isn't there a sacrificial ceremony being held at the temple? Gods
Why did the hail fall? What went wrong?
No one wanted to say anything. Upon seeing this, Mokutsoma panted like a bull and stretched his toes in front of a priest who was kneeling on the ground: "Weren't you on the altar at that time? Tell me immediately, what happened on the altar
What!" Lan
The priest's body trembled, and he replied with some fear: "Sun King, actually, this ceremony did not go smoothly!"
Mokutsoma twisted his neck with a squeak: "It didn't go smoothly? What happened?"
"Among the prisoners of war was a disciple of Master Querakiri. She hid a weapon despicably and shamelessly, and the gods must have been angry because of it. In order to teach her a lesson, I ordered the killing of her other companions..."
Before the priest finished speaking, Mokutesoma suddenly grabbed his shoulders and lifted him over his head. The priest's figure was considered fat, but Mokutesoma lifted him as if he were lifting a
He was as relaxed as a baby. With his eyes bulging, he grabbed the priest, walked a few steps to a step, and threw the priest straight down according to the edge of the step!
"It's just a secret weapon. Can't our warriors duel normally? Whoever loses will be skinned!"
After this fall, the priest's head immediately turned into a lake of flesh and blood, and it was no longer possible to answer Mokutesoma's words. So Mokutesoma walked up to another priest who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a terrifying
The voice asked: "So, how is the disciple of Master Querakiri doing now?"
The priest tremblingly replied: "She dragged our eagle warrior and jumped off the pyramid together. We found two pools of blood under the pyramid..." Lan
"So, she's dead?"
"No, both pools of blood are ours! At that time, a soldier was patrolling under the pyramid, and he died somehow. Judging from the injuries on his body, it seemed that he was killed by a sharp weapon falling from the sky. And we searched everywhere
We went around the pyramid and found no clues about the disciple of Master Querachili. There was no blood on the ground at all, and she escaped unscathed!"
Mokutsoma shouted loudly, and suddenly kicked the priest's body over with a flying kick:
"Quilachri! I have looked for him many times. I have given him cocoa beans, cotton, gems, gold, feather ornaments, all valuable things, but he has never refused to come to see me. He has never refused!
What does he want?"
Just as he was about to continue to vent his anger, a report came: Telatoani of Texcoco, Nezahualcoyotl was coming.
Texcoco is a city-state in Aztlan. Like Tenochtitlan, it is the backbone of Aztlan. Every time there is a war in Aztlan, Texcoco, Tenochtit
Tlan and a city-state named Tlacopan acted as the main force. As for the spoils, Tlacopan took 20%, and the remaining 80% was divided between Texcoco and Tenochtitlan.
Although Tenochtitlan's rulers had a nominally higher status than the other two city-states, Texcoco was more like a vassal of Tenochtitlan than a vassal of Tenochtitlan.
Tran's allies.
This was a guest that Mokutsoma could not ignore. He immediately left the priests and nobles behind and went out of the city to meet Nezahual Coyotel. The man who was kicked by the priest rolled several times on the priest's floor, scratching his skin a lot.
But he was not sad but happy - at least, he successfully survived from the angry Mokutsoma.
Unlike the burly Mokutsoma, Nezahualcoyotl appeared elegant and easy-going, with a bouquet of flowers on his chest. He was both a king and a poet. During his reign, he created a masterpiece in Texcoco
He built a library, a zoo, and a university to cultivate poets. He brought a gift to Mokut Soma - four thousand cloaks, eight hundred bundles of peppers, and twenty bags of feathers. This made Mokut Soma
Tesoma's mood improved a lot.
However, Nezahualcoyotel always had a gloomy face. Mokutsoma entertained him with meat sprinkled with fresh human blood, and he was not happy. During the banquet, he sighed several times,
Finally he made up his mind and said:
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"Mokut Soma, when I came this time, I brought very bad news."
"Nezahualcoyotel, once you came, all the bad news turned into good news." Mokutsoma patted him on the shoulder: "Did you see Tenochtitlan? The year before last.
We just joined forces to build dykes to resist the flood, but today there was hail again. What news could be worse than this?"
"What I am going to say is related to this matter. A year ago, I sent a visiting group of 60 priests, carrying cloth and gems, to go north to find the homeland of our ancestors. Because there is a prophecy that we can
Find there the mother of Huitzilopochtli, the god of war."
"I know the prophecy." Mokutsoma personally poured a glass of wine made from agave juice for Nezahual Coyotel. "Did the result go well?"
"We didn't find the mother of the Sun God of War, but my group of priests got a new prophecy on a mountain-like island." Lan.
Nezabarcoyotel drank the wine in one gulp, and then said somewhat depressedly:
"The prophecy says that Huitzilopochtli, the sun war god, is about to lose his power, and we, Aztlan, are about to run out of strength!"
Mokutsoma was stunned. He never dreamed that Nesa Hualcoyotl would bring him such bad news.
"No wonder so many disasters have occurred in the past four years. Is our Fifth Era coming to an end? No, no, no -" Mokut Soma grabbed Nesa Hualcoyotl's hand and used a
Zhong asked in a pleading but hopeful tone, "Nezahualcyotel, with your knowledge, you must have found a solution, right?"
Nesa Hualcoyotel broke free from Mokutsoma's hand and raised two fingers with red eyes: "I rummaged through my library and only found two ways. The first one is to go to the east of the sea.
, to retrieve the missing Quetzalcoatl, the Quetzalcoatl. And the second method is for someone among you and me to master the 'crown' level magic, succeed Huitzilopochtli, and become the new sun.
