"Huh? The alliance's scout wooden sign? It's higher than my level."
The spear militiamen were meticulous, formed a tight formation, and surrounded the two men with sharp copper spears. The young captain Guzman looked confused. The two people opposite him were wearing black robes, stained with blood on their bodies, and carrying backpacks on their backs.
A bamboo basket. He looked at the wooden sign handed to him, carefully identified it for a while, and then asked again in Mexica.
"Are you the Kingdom's spy?"
"We, the people of the Alliance!"
Chihuaco blinked and continued to repeat in simple Mexica. Guzman scratched his head. He couldn't quite understand the other party's accent, so he turned to the close militiamen.
"Please come over, General Ezpin. There may be urgent information."
A militiaman immediately stepped out of the queue and headed north. The remaining people held their spears steady and pointed them at the two people in the encirclement, with the tips of their spears pressed against the vital points of the chest and abdomen. Chihuaco and Puap repeated
Several times, the captain on the opposite side remained silent and looked serious. Soon, a large amount of sweat began to seep out from their foreheads.
Not far away to the north, Ezpin stood at the end of the street with blood on his armor. He shook the cold spear in his hand and looked at everything in front of him.
The majestic royal capital fell under the night sky, and the flames and shouts of death were scattered in the wind; the flag on the top of the Palace of Wind fell silently, falling in front of the bright red palace; the top of the House of Wind burned with blue fire, and for hundreds of years
The temple was destroyed in the smoke; the great nobles passed down from generation to generation also fell down wailing, becoming the cold embellishment of the gorgeous manor...
These scenes fell into the eyes of Admiral Ezpin, and turned into turbulent emotions rising and falling in his chest. The once arrogant nobles and high-ranking priests were now as humble as dust, wailing and crawling before him.
At your feet, one word can decide life or death!
Ezpin's expression changed. He stroked his severed finger, his heart filled with joy and confusion. After a while, he turned around, looked at His Highness's position from a distance, bowed and sighed quietly.
"This is the choice of life!...The God of destiny is elusive, only the incarnation of the God will remain in the world forever!...If there is no Your Highness, what will be my ending?..."
Ezpin was lamenting that the militiamen who reported the news came in a hurry. The two simply whispered a few words and walked south together. Soon, Ezpin saw the surrounded spies. He looked at the damaged black armor of the other party.
Under the robe, a hummingbird pattern is faintly revealed, and his eyes are focused.
"Are you a spy? A warrior from the Hummingbird family?"
Hearing the familiar capital accent, Puap's expression finally relaxed. He nodded and answered cautiously.
"We are the internal response to open Nancheng. There is an urgent military situation now and we want to meet with His Highness."
"Meeting His Highness? Military situation? What military situation?"
"..." Puap was speechless for a moment. He looked at the old militiaman.
"God bless you! Who are you?"
The old militiaman asked with a respectful smile.
Ezpan first looked at the scout wooden sign, then looked at Chihuaco's smile, and finally glanced at the opponent's bamboo basket before speaking.
"I am Ezpan. I was born in the south of Qinchongcan. I have been a miner for many years. Now, I am the new commander of the Alliance Tarasco Militia Corps, and I am also the temporary adjutant of the Phalange Corps!"
"Ah! Legion Commander!"
The old militiaman looked confused, but Puap made a sound of surprise.
"In the Mexican Alliance, we Prepecha people can actually reach this position! Leading an army by ourselves!"
"Well. I have been following His Highness for two years, and I am one of the first tribesmen to follow His Highness!"
Ezpin raised his head and answered proudly, feeling a little more favorable in his heart.
Chihuaco pondered for a while, pulled Puap hard, and pointed at his chest.
"Lao Pu, take it out! He is reliable!"
The dust warrior hesitated for a moment before taking out His Highness's jade talisman. Ezpan's pupils shrank instantly. He looked at it carefully for a moment, and his expression became serious.
"Your Highness's jade talisman?!"
Chihuaco nodded and said seriously.
"Sir, we know the whereabouts of the royal prince and want to report to His Highness!"
"What? Prince! Where is he?!"
A smile broke out on Chihuaco's face.
"Sir, this... we are all from Prepecha, and we will serve His Highness together in the future. We should take care of each other... Why don't you come with us and report to His Highness?"
"Yes, His Highness personally promised me a noble title and gave me a jade token as a token... We are all Prepecha people loyal to His Highness..."
"Huh?...The Prepecha people who are loyal to His Highness...take care of each other..."
The fire shined brightly, illuminating the three people looking at each other. Miners, farmers, warriors, three different identities of Tarasco descendants, met here for the first time. In this changing and unknown era, they were originally ordinary.
Their fate was changed by the war of the Mexican Alliance. They have become attached to His Highness and have embarked on a path they have never thought of. This road has a bright future and an unpredictable future!
After a while, Ezpin touched his severed finger again. He finally smiled and nodded solemnly.
"The Lord God bless you, as it should be!"
"God bless you!"
The three of them smiled and prayed at the same time. Chief Chihua breathed a sigh of relief, and the clothes on his back were already soaked. He sincerely begged Ezpan.
"Master, let's set off now! There is chaos and fighting in the city right now. Can you send two teams of militiamen to protect our families?"
"Okay! Where is your residence?"
"Sir, wait for me."
The old militiaman turned around and ran half way across the street, calling out all the brothers who were hiding. He patted Weziti hard on the shoulder and warned him carefully.
"Wood, you stay and go find Reed. She is in the hole at home! Be careful!"
Puap also left a confidant. Ezpan asked Guzman to lead a team to protect him. Then, he led a group of people and hurried to the south of the city. His Highness had already entered the city and was currently sitting at the south gate in person.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The strong wind blows through the south gate full of torches. Xiulote stands on the eight-meter-high tower, looking at the lights all over the city that never sleeps, and his heart is full of conquest
The pride and excitement! He watched the dark green torrent move forward in an indomitable way, occupying all parts of the city, destroying all resistance, and then planting the flag of the alliance!
The cry of killing came from far away, and the cheers gradually became louder. In the eyes of the young king, the painting tonight was so beautiful, just like a masterpiece painted by his own hands. A fresh night breeze blew, and it was so refreshing.
People think about distant places.
"The wind in May is really warm! After conquering the royal capital, the warriors should stop for a while. They should do their best to protect and provide relief to the people in the capital, and conserve manpower as much as possible! Next, spring plowing is the first priority!"
"Your Highness has mercy!"
Bertard admired sincerely.
Shulot smiled. He looked around. Hundreds of guards were holding bows and sticks, firmly guarding the south gate, while messengers were running back and forth, reporting the latest battle conditions everywhere.
"Your Highness, General Orosh sent someone to report back: Most of the Tekos camps have been defeated, and the surrendered enemies are like turkeys all over the mountains and fields, and thousands of prisoners have been taken!"
"Your Highness, Marshal Iskali sent someone to report back: the four gates have been completely sealed, and none of the descendants of Tarasco can escape! General Cozart at the east gate is brave and has a keen eye. He has captured a prince.
!It’s really a blessing from the Lord God!”
Hearing this, Shulot was stunned for a moment, and the face of the head of the Weasel family appeared in front of his eyes. He smiled and nodded.
"Send to the camp and check your identity. If it is true, you will be credited with a great achievement."
"Your Highness, General Etalik reports: The craftsman camp has been captured, and more than a thousand senior craftsmen have been captured, including more than a dozen master coppersmiths! The logistics camp has just been occupied, and a large amount of food, army supplies and women have been found!"
"Your Highness, General Kuruca reports: The southern city is under control, and the fire is also under control. The Lance Corps is heading to the east and west cities!"
"Your Highness, General Natalie reports: The temple priests lit the flames. The temple at the top of the pyramid is burning. There should be no priests surviving. The troops are sweeping away the big nobles in the center of the city. The looting has made a lot of gains. Please send reinforcements to support!"
"Order Orosh's troops to enter the noble area as soon as possible, and the looting harvest must be recorded clearly!"
Then, Shulot frowned and asked.
"The Wind House Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is simple and magnificent and famous all over the world...Why don't you put out the fire as soon as possible?!"
"This... Your Highness, the temple priests lit thousands of kilograms of stones of the dead... Thick poisonous smoke spread and enveloped the entire pyramid... The warriors had no choice but to retreat!"
"Light up thousands of pounds of sulfur!"
Shulot was startled and looked from a distance. Under the dark sky, thick black smoke was vaguely visible, rising from the center of the city. The thick smoke filled the sky, obscuring the brilliance of the stars and the moon, and making the sky even brighter.
It was dim. The flames at the top of the temple were hidden in the black mist, occasionally revealing a bit of dazzling blue, as if the world of the dead had descended.
"The priestly heritage of Tarasco will be cut off here... Forget it, let the Lord God reshape the faith!"
Shulot shook his head. Then, he thought of something and asked doubtfully.
"Where is the Toltec messenger? Has the chief minister of the Palace of Winds captured him? Where are the other Tarasco royals?"
"This...General Toltec has captured the palace. He sent out his bodyguards and reported that the chief may be dead? The royal family members are on the hunt..."
"Maybe? Under arrest?"
Shulot's gaze was focused, and a mountain of pressure was revealed. The messenger fell to his knees with a "pop" and replied in fear.
"General Black Wolf said that he will personally apologize to His Highness!"
The young king had a sullen face and nodded slowly. He looked up into the city and saw a group of militiamen with long guns and torches coming from the end of the street. They soon arrived in front of him.
"General Ezpin requested an audience and has important information to report back!"
"Let him come up."
The group quickly climbed onto the tower. Ezpan, with only Chihuaco and Puap, came to a position a dozen steps in front of His Highness and knelt down respectfully to salute.
"Your Highness, the brand new sun lights up the sky and rises above the majestic royal capital. The royal capital of Tarasco has fallen. You are the land in the vast lake. In the hearts of all Prepecha people, you are the only true king.
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Hearing this, Shulot laughed. He looked at Ezpin and shook his head with a smile.
"Stop it! There are still many things to do later. How the people of Prepecha will look at me depends on how well they do this year's spring plowing! Ezpin, you didn't come to see me just to say a few words of congratulations, right?
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"Your Highness is wise! I met several internal agents in the city. They are the heroes who sacrificed the South City Gate. They have your Highness's jade talisman in their hands. Now they want to report the information about Prince Tarasco!"
"oh?"
Shulot looked at the two people in front of him with interest.
The Prepecha man on the left is older, with an old face, and a respectful smile on his face, but also a bit calm. The ends of his eyebrows are full of weather-beaten wrinkles, and he looks quite like an old farmer.
The warrior on the right is about thirty years old and looks quite nervous. He has a fierce face and a strong body. He bows his head in a restrained manner and salutes, and then hands out the jade talisman in his hand.
The young king took the jade talisman and after a brief inspection, he confirmed that it was the letter talisman given not long ago. He nodded and smiled gently.
"Very good! You sacrificed the south gate to prevent the army from attacking the city, and also saved many civilians in the city. You have done a great job! I promised you a hereditary noble title, so I will not break my promise, and I will receive all the financial rewards I deserve.
There...well, where is the Prince of Tarasco now?"
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness!"
Puap looked happy and knelt down on the ground. He kowtowed heavily to His Highness several times before accusing him angrily.
"Your Highness, we sneaked into the Palace of Winds and took a lot of effort to take away the royal prince Sartini. However, when we were at the east gate, we were intercepted by a general guarding the city... The prince and his belongings were all captured
Take it away, and we almost lose our lives!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Ezpan's face froze and he translated Puap's words. Shulot frowned slightly before speaking calmly.
"I see...the prince captured by the east gate is called Sartini. Well, I've never heard of this name. It seems that he is not at the forefront of the succession."
Chihuaco raised his head and carefully paid attention to His Highness's expression. Seeing His Highness's indifference, he immediately understood and knew that there was no hope for this military exploit. The old militiaman gritted his teeth, put down the bamboo basket behind his back, and crouched under the soft and beautiful clothes.
After groping among the feathers for a moment, Bertard finally pulled out an emerald that was bigger than his fist under Bertard's vigilant eyes!
"Dedicated to you, my great lord! This is a gem inherited from the Tarasco royal family, as big as the moon!"
The crystal emerald sparkled in the firelight, reflecting a breathtaking light. At this moment, the surrounding warriors held their breath at the same time, watching the changing intoxicating light. In the culture of Mesoamerica, the crystal clear green
Gemstones symbolize supreme wisdom, being able to see through everything like Quetzalcoatl and foresee the distant future!
Hulot suddenly straightened his back and stretched out his right hand. Chihuaco carefully handed the gem to the guard. The guard inspected it briefly and then handed it to His Highness. Hulot stroked the bright and smooth huge gem, with joy in his eyes.
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"Such a huge emerald! It fits my title of 'divine revelation'!"
"Your Highness, this gem was inherited from the royal family of Tarasco. It bears witness to your great cause of destroying the kingdom, and it also fits your divine wisdom... It is a gift from the Lord God! It promises you to rule the land in the lake.
Royal power!
If it is made into a divine staff and announced to everyone...and then the priests write prayers and praises, and the poets write hymns and sing...not only will the legionaries respect it, but also the Prepecha people in the land of the lake.
If I hear this, I will bow down respectfully and accept your command!"
Ezpin's eyes lit up. His thoughts flashed, and he knelt down to congratulate him again. As a Prepecha native, he knew that the people in the lake also believed in gods, were obsessed with divine objects, and respected fate and omens. If this gem
Used properly, it will outperform tens of thousands of warriors!
After hearing Ezpin's suggestion, Shulot thought for a moment and laughed heartily again.
"Being appointed by Heaven, you will live a long and prosperous life... Good, very good! Ezpan, you really have a good idea! After this Western Expedition, you should be promoted to a hereditary noble. And based on this idea,
Your future is full of glory!"
Upon hearing His Highness's promise, Ezpin trembled with excitement and bowed to the ground with joy.
"Thank you for your gift, Your Highness! Please hold my hair, you are my only sun!"
Shulot smiled and stretched out his hand, and the faces of the guards suddenly showed looks of envy. Although Chihuaco and Puap couldn't quite understand it, they could roughly understand the meaning. There was something in the eyes of the old militiamen.
It turned red. He gritted his teeth and took out a bloody cloth bag from the bamboo basket again!
