Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty-Nine: The lamentation of the monkey, who ran faster than anyone else!
Raging flames were burning everywhere, billowing smoke. The low city of Shamu had fallen, and stacks of corpses were lying in the city. Under the bloody setting sun, this historic city-state of Tekos had been shrouded in ruthless killings!
At this moment, whether it is the Tlaxcala warriors, the Guamar canine servant army, the Chapala Prepecha servant army, or the same Northern Tecos tribal surrender army, they are all killing and looting without mercy, destroying the North
The last resistance of the Tekos tribes.
The entire city of Shamu is filled with desperate blood and fire. Only the dome pyramid in the center is guarded by two thousand Mexica warriors with golden spears. These golden spear warriors who grew up from the spear militia are all fully armed.
Holding three-meter spears, they remained motionless during the plunder that swept through the city. They possessed strict discipline beyond ordinary warrior legions, and more loyally followed their leader when they first founded the army, the leader of the Monkey Legion, Kuruka!
Guarded by golden spears, the ancient temple of the gods is located high on the dome pyramid. The style of this temple is very ancient, with bright and gorgeous Toltec carvings, and even the remains of Teoti
Bits and pieces of the Vulcan Era.
At this moment, Kuruka, the commander of the Great Lakes Army and the great chief of the monkey god, stood in the center of the temple of the gods. He raised his head and clasped his hands behind his back, looking at the countless carvings of old gods that seemed familiar to him on the vicissitudes of life. And in countless old gods
Under the god's indifferent gaze, he slowly lowered his head and looked down at the prime-year chief who was forced to kneel in front of him, one of the few remaining descendants of the gods from the tribes of North Tekos, Shakos, the lord of Shamu City.
"The benevolent Lord God witnesses everything! Shakos, you call yourself the 'Sand King', and you are the true god-born city lord of this city-state... Then, please tell me, where did the rebellious Feather Prince Peng Guali you accepted before escape to?
where?…"
"The merciful Lord God? Bah! The Mexica people who believe in the Blood God of War are the evil leaders who colluded with the volcano monsters! ... You brought the monsters' thunder and fire and defeated so many tribal city-states! In order to please the cruel God of War, you sacrificed
Descendants of so many tribes! You forced the Tekos tribe to convert, and you also knelt at the feet of the bloody god of war... Gods! You have done everything. Killing the descendants of Kuyutco is like killing a humble turkey.
!And now, you still want to talk to me about kindness?!..."
"Aha, there's no need to say anything!...I, the Sand King, can't defeat you. If I fall into your hands, my fate has already been doomed...It's nothing more than a sacrifice, nothing more than death! Come on, kill me! ...
"
Shakos, the Lord of Shamu City, raised his head and was suppressed by two Mexica warriors behind him. He knelt in front of the monkey Kuruca. His face was filled with extremely twisted anger, a ferocious streak that scratched his face. His face was red.
In the eyes, there is not only the hatred of the Tekos descendants who have lost their city and family, but also the desperate will to die.
And the Cuyutco in his mouth is the self-proclaimed name of the Northern Tecos people, which is completely different from the Nantecos tribes. It is said that they come from the glorious Toltec era and are the true descendants of the ancient gods...
"Shakos, the Lord God is kind and bright! We will sacrifice noble descendants of God like you, but we will also treat your ordinary tribe leniently. As long as they convert to the Lord God and return to the big family of Jiaoren, the kingdom will treat them
Treat them all equally and regard them as the same people of the Lord God!…”
"Aha! Treat the tribe leniently? Return to the big family of glue people? Bah! You hypocritical, fake monkey!... The descendants of Kuyutco are dead, and the tribes of Tekos in the rivers and mountains,
They will be completely destroyed! What kind of Tekos people are those tribes that have lost their divine blood, changed their beliefs, lost their inheritance, and forgotten their ancestors?! They will only regard themselves as bullshit! Bah!!
You devilish monkey of the evil god!!…”
Shakos, the Lord of Shamu City, raised his head as hard as he could and spat out a mouthful of blood, which he spat on the leather armor of the monkey Kuruka. The golden gun warriors on the left and right were furious, and they all raised their spears and pointed them at Shakos's head.
Neck, waiting for the legion commander’s order!
"Um?…"
Seeing Shakos's offense, the monkey frowned slightly, but still looked calm and stared at the god with a look of death. After a moment, he sighed slightly and asked softly.
"Shakes, you are a warrior! We Mexica are the most powerful warriors...Do you have any last words, any poems before you leave, do you want to stay?..."
"..."
Shakos, the Lord of Shamu City, pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and stared for a moment, then sang in a low and desolate voice in the ancient Tekos language.
"Toa Tolu Toltec, Kupa Kuwa Cuyutco!... Our ancestors came from the mountains, we are the descendants of Toltec and the glorious Cuyutco people!..."
"...We are the descendants of the craftsmen, and we are the kings of the mountains and forests. We are the last ancient bloodline, coming from the sands of the wasteland, and then turning into endless dust... Look! The era will have its end, and everything will have its end.
It’s over, and today is the day I die!…”
"...Look! After my death, there will be no more Kuyutco city lord in the world. The surviving tribesmen will sadly forget their ancestors and regard themselves as false glue people. The real Tekos tribe in the world will also end and go forever.
Destroy!…”
Listening to this desolate and weeping song, the surrounding golden gun warriors looked moved and gradually raised their spears. The monkey Kuruka also lowered his eyes and beat the beat gently in his hands, listening to the last song. Until one day
After singing the lament, the monkey Kuruka showed appreciation and praised from the bottom of his heart.
"Witness the Lord God! What a generous and solemn song! Lord Shakos, you are a true warrior!... Hey! How could a warrior like you who is fearless of life and death lose his eyes and willingly flee with the cowardly feathers?
What if our companionship eventually leads to a crusade from the kingdom?...What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!..."
Hearing the enemy's sincere admiration and regret, Shakos was shocked in his heart, and the expression on his face also changed. The monkey Kuruka waited patiently, looking at the opponent's eyes sincerely. After a while, Shakos finally
He gritted his teeth and let out a long sigh of regret!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Ancestors and gods! I know this is a conspiracy of the Mexica people, but I can't restrain the hatred in my heart... That damn, liar
Man’s bird of misfortune! He brings disasters that destroy everything, but he always flees quickly before the disasters arrive! He destroyed many Cuyutco city-states, he really deserves to die!…"
Speaking of this, Shakos's red eyes gradually became moist, and he couldn't help but shed tears. After a while, he looked at the waiting monkey Kuruka again, suddenly laughed madly, and shouted with hatred.
"Haha! You win, evil Mexica!... At the last moment before death, I still couldn't keep my mouth shut, and I don't want to keep it any longer!..."
"I'm telling you, that damn poisonous bird took his last two or three thousand tribal warriors and their family members and fled to the north half a month ago! He wants to flee to the endless northern continent.
, escape from this fighting place at the end of the era, and escape from the attack of you Mexicans forever!…”
"Ah! Ancient gods and ancestors! I curse the poisonous bird of doom, and be shot through the heart by a thousand arrows! I also curse you, the kind-faced and cruel Mexica monkey, you will be killed by the volcano
The demon's curse backfired, and he died in the flames of thunder!..."
"..."
The monkey Kuruka remained silent, his face still calm and patient, waiting for Shakos to finish. It wasn't until Shakos closed his eyes and begged for death that he took out the obsidian dagger he had sacrificed from his waist and calmly grabbed the god's hand.
Hair, a deep stroke on the other person's neck!
"May the Lord God guide your soul! Brave Lord of Shakos..."
The bright red jet instantly dyed the leather armor of the monkey Kuruka. With a sad expression on his face, he prayed for the enemy who was gradually dying, and then closed his unwilling eyes. After doing all this, he made a sound
With a long sigh, he gave instructions to the surrounding golden spear guards.
"Lord God, this is a true warrior, and he must be very popular with the tribe! ... Cut off his head, and the heads of the gods in the city, hang them on spears, and hold them high to patrol the city!
…After walking around the city, we went to the recently surrendered Tekos tribe’s camp to let all the Tekos tribesmen know that their divine descendant had died, converted to the main god before his death, and went to the main god’s kingdom!…
"
"At the same time, gather the looting warriors in the city, extinguish the fires everywhere in the city, and stop unnecessary killings... Those are the trophies of the army and the wealth shared by all warriors! ... Let the warriors from all departments in the city escort the prisoners.
The tribe is strong and strong, heading to the camp outside the city!..."
"In addition, notify the war priests outside the city to prepare as soon as possible to hold a conversion ceremony for tens of thousands of tribes! The ceremony will be held no later than the day after tomorrow, and all captive city-state gods, priests and nobles will be sacrificed. All tribal captives must drink
Drink blood wine, cut off your hair or fingers, swear a blood oath of your soul, and convert to the supreme god! As for those who are unwilling to convert, identify them as early as possible and sacrifice them together to avoid future troubles..."
"By the way, the Lord God has witnessed! All plundered property must be distributed fairly. Four shares of the six thousand Great Lakes Army, two shares of the six thousand Chapala Servant Army, two shares of the 7,000 Guamar Servant Army, and nearly 10,000 Tekos surrendered.
The army still has two copies!…”
"Ah? Legion commander, what about your trophies?..."
"God bless you! There is no need to leave it for me. As for officers at all levels, you don't need to be like me. You can follow the old rules... Well, forget it! If I don't take it, you won't dare to take it... Then leave me a Tekos bloodline
My noble daughter! Leave a few more ancient city-state sacrificial vessels!…”
"Yes! Legion Commander!..."
Hearing this, the golden spear guards bowed strictly, then turned around and hurried away. After a while, a thousand warriors were separated from the camp of two thousand golden spear warriors guarding the temple. They lined up like a forest.
The spear formation, holding dozens of divine heads, was patrolling in the city, turning in circles and advancing outside the city. Facing these dazzling clusters of golden spears, facing this terrifying power and force, even if
Even the most unruly Guamar dog descendant was forced to stop his sword and axe, and was forcibly gathered up by the guards...
Soon, the city-state of blood and fire extinguished the flames and solidified the dark red. The chaotic and looting warriors were driven out of the city, and a large group of prisoners and loot were also escorted outside the city. After experiencing brutal siege and robbery,
Later, the city-state where the Northern Tekos tribes finally fell gradually returned to calm, or rather dead silence...
Flying on the temples on the round hill are the bird flag of the main god, the wolf flag of the kingdom, and the monkey flag of the Great Lakes Legion. Countless old gods are still watching on the walls, and the bright red blood stains are no longer flowing.
The great monkey chief Kuruka's leather armor was stained with blood. He knelt down in front of the altar of the temple and spread out a crude and simple map. He moved his eyes and stared at the large blank space. He only drew the simple terrain of the north.
There are several tribal names marked near the seashore.
"Lord God, the Prince of Feathers can really run! Such a sudden attack still allowed him to run away!... We have been fighting for so many years, and even the descendants of the North Terkos have perished. As a result, this feather of Tarasco,
Still running around, running faster than anyone else... This is a cunning cardinal!..."
"Well, Shakos said, he fled to the north. Which direction are the northeast, true north and northwest? ... He has been running away for half a month? At the speed of a feather, he may have traveled five to six hundred miles!
…Five or six hundred miles to the north, the wilderness, the mountains and the seaside…”
Monkey Kuruka frowned and looked carefully at the map with few records, feeling a rare headache. His fingers wandered five to six hundred miles north, from the difficult wasteland in the northeast to the steep mountains in the north, and then
To the flat beach in the northwest...Finally, he suddenly paused with his fingers, pressed hard on the small mark on the beach, and screamed in surprise.
"Lord God! Not good!... The northwest direction where it is easiest to march is six hundred miles away... It is the territory of the Tolpan tribe and the port of Xihe Village of the Kingdom!..."
Note: The easter egg chapter is a map of the northwest of the world.
