With the continuous shouting and incitement of the Saka priests, the thousands of Otopan defenders near the city wall became more and more noisy. The noisy sound spread and shocked the birds in the mountains.
The nimble song sparrows sensed the danger and flew to high altitudes to watch. The two-legged beasts in the mountain city below were divided into two distinct groups. One group shouted in confusion, like a pack of wolves surrounding them, and the other group stood ready, like bears on the ground.
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The battle seemed about to break out. More than a thousand impulsive Otomi warriors held bows, arrows and war clubs, gradually moved their steps, and surrounded the royal flag at the city gate. Some even waved their weapons, with red eyes, and shouted provocations at the Mexica people.
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Under the king's banner, five hundred bronze-armored guards occupied the gate of the mountain city and formed a tight defensive circle. On the outside of the circle were two hundred heavily armored jaguars. These elite senior warriors were accustomed to fighting and were skilled in combat. They could easily defeat several times the enemy.
His own enemies. They were wearing heavy armor and holding shields in their hands. Even when they were surrounded, they still looked calm and their eyes were full of murderous intent. Inside the circular formation were three hundred medium-armored personal guards, who were also selected from ten thousand armies. They
They are proficient in archery and martial arts, capable of both long and near distances. At this time, the guards took out their long bows, mounted them with copper arrows, and were aiming at each other with the Otomi archers wearing cotton armor.
The Otomi priests in the city were also divided into two groups. There were more priests under Oort, and they were loudly reprimanding the surrounding Otomi warriors, leaving most of the defenders to stay where they were. Although the priests brought by Saka were few, they were still there.
Younger and more energetic. They shouted in the crowd, constantly inciting hatred and encouraging the warriors to come forward. The priests on both sides hated each other, cursed at each other, and even got close to fight.
"Saka, are you crazy! Attacking the Alliance at this time? Do you want to destroy the Otomi people?!"
Alter stood firm and roared angrily from nearly ten steps away. A dozen priests and guards hurried forward to protect the old priest behind him.
"Alt, you are old! The Otomi people need a strong leader to face everything with a strong and brave attitude and gain new life in this cruel world!"
Saka stood among the guarding temple warriors, protected by a shield. He looked at the situation that was gradually getting out of control, with a smile on his lips and murmured in a low voice.
"Two mountain lions are fighting for the same forest, and the one who gives in will die! I will never be the loser!"
The tribal meeting in Otopan has just begun, and tribal leaders from all over the country have gathered together to elect the military leader of the ancestral land of Mountain City. The two warrior leaders of Otopan City, Nerpa and Giowa, are fiercely competing for the leadership of Mountain City.
right.
At this critical moment, the old priest Ort unexpectedly led the distinguished His Highness Mexica into the city without the permission of the priesthood. His Highness Mexica has always been close to Giowa, and will inevitably have an impact on the recommendation of the military leader.
decisive influence.
The situation was critical and unexpected. Saka made a prompt decision and incited the Otomi warriors stationed at the city gate to clash with the Mexica people. The tribal leaders gathered in the center of the city, and no one came to restrain the lower-level city defenders. Just wait for the Otomi warriors.
The Tomi warriors took action, and when both sides saw blood, these warrior tribes had no way out! And whether it was to expel His Highness Mexica or capture it, the situation in the mountain city would change to one's advantage!
The wolf flag was fluttering, the armor was clanking, and the warriors were in a state of solemnity. Shulot pursed his lips, calmly observing the situation in front of him.
Under the instigation of the priests on the opposite side, the situation is gradually falling into chaos. The king's eyes swept over the defenders on the city wall. Most of them were shouting meaninglessly. The militiamen stood there with blank faces, and the warriors looked at the divisions hesitantly.
The group of priests. The nearest thousands of Otomi warriors were affected by the hostile atmosphere in the field and approached with shouts.
The king frowned. He had five hundred of the most elite armored warriors in his hands. Even if he faced the attack of thousands of Otomi warriors, he could protect himself. The Mexica warriors even occupied the position at the city gate and could attack at any time.
The road goes back.
"But once blood is seen, the situation will be difficult to calm down! This is not what I expect!"
Shulot looked around. The Otomi people did not have a tribal leader organization, but were in chaos instigated by the priests. They seemed to be boiling like a soup, but they could be intimidated by their ideas.
"Bertard, remove the guard shield and reveal my body!"
"Your Highness?"
The samurai commander was a little worried.
"Remove the shield! I am wearing bronze armor, so the Otomi bows and arrows are not much of a threat."
Soon, the guards put down their shields and spread around, revealing the king's shining armor in the center. Shulot straightened up, stood under the king's flag, and roared loudly.
"black Wolf!"
"Here, Your Highness!"
"Plan ahead, blow the bone whistle!"
"As you command!"
Toltec was wearing heavy armor and stood at the front of the military formation. He raised a pale bone whistle with two hands, brought it to his mouth, then puffed up his cheeks hard, and blew the whistle suddenly.
"Boom! Boom! Drop!...Boom! Boom! Drop!"
Sharp notes suddenly sounded, and according to a specific melody, they sounded fiercely at the city gate. The black wolf used his full strength, and the piercing whistle penetrated the sky and spread far away, all the way to the mountain city! This sound was extremely penetrating
The force was so strong that it made people dizzy and the surrounding area became silent.
"Praise to you! Supreme God, Sun God, War God Huitzilopochtli!..."
Taking advantage of this short break, Shulot raised the magic staff in his hand and chanted loudly, attracting the attention of the Otomi people. His whole body was shining with golden light, his arms were wide open, and he looked up at the sun. This is
The actions of a priest praying to the gods!
"...The god of war holds the thunder and roars, revealing his power!..."
The king chanted loudly, his voice high and clear, with a certain mysterious charm. Then he slowly lowered his head and looked straight, and then suddenly pointed forward the magic staff.
"...The God of War has come, God has arrived!"
Seeing His Highness Mexica's solemn prayer, the approaching Otomi warriors suddenly stopped. In this era, the majesty of the gods is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the power of the gods seems to be everywhere. Thinking of the reputation of the "God of Death", the warriors were nervous
After waiting for a while, nothing happened.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Shulot's staff pointed forward, motionless, with a face like a god. The Otomi people stopped, looked at each other, and were quiet for a while. After a while, the Saka priest was the first
After reacting, he roared angrily.
"The original god protects the mountain city! This is the divine domain of the ancestor god Ometeotel! Warriors blessed by the gods, come to me..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Shocking thunder suddenly exploded, like a world-destroying wave, rising from the end of the sky, roaring all the way up, submerging the entire mountain city. Thousands of Otomi defenders looked horrified. They looked up, but there was something in the sky.
Not a single cloud in sight, just the dazzling sun!
Hearing the familiar sound of wooden cannons, Shulot's expression did not change and he breathed a sigh of relief. He silently counted the four consecutive cannon shots, estimated the time, and then waved the staff again and roared angrily.
"The god of war is coming!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Four more deafening thunders went straight into everyone's hearts! Seeing His Highness's praying movements and hearing the angry roar of the gods, the Otomi people present could no longer control the fear in their hearts and shouted in panic.
"Ah! Huitzilopochtli, God of War!..."
"The Mexica's chief god protects them!..."
"The incarnation of the gods, Shulotel, the God of Death!..."
The sounds of panic were chaotic. The Otomi people in front of the army lowered their weapons and spread out to surround them. They lowered their heads and retreated in panic, making meaningless shouts, not daring to look directly at the shining king. Soon, those who had participated in the Western Expedition
The warrior Otopan shouted loudly.
"I have been to the battlefield in the south. This is the ritual of the Mexican Legion summoning the God of Thunder! The magic of defeating the Tarascans!..."
Memories of the Western Expedition came to mind one after another, and the roar of the river mouth fortress will never be forgotten. Looking at the black wolf flag, hundreds of Otopan warriors who participated in the Western Expedition knelt down one after another and fell to the ground before the former marshal.
"Your Majesty the Blessed One!"
Hundreds of warriors kept shouting, and thousands of Otomi defenders put down their weapons and lowered their heads in fear. Many Otomi militiamen even knelt on the ground and saluted the king as if they were participating in a sacred prayer.
"Warriors, don't be afraid...this is the howl of the evil god and cannot harm the people of the ancestor god..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
After a pause of half an hour, the thunder that shook the heaven and earth sounded again, interrupting the shouts of the Saka priests and making him unsteady. Amid the roar of the gods, more and more Otomi people knelt down, including warriors and militiamen.
Their faces were full of awe, and the priests present also had faces of fear.
Watching this scene, the old priest looked complicated and remained silent. He had been paying attention to the changes in the Mexica people and knew that this thunder was not the power of the gods, but a new type of weapon. He had sent many scouts, but
The method of making this weapon has never been discovered.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The sound of thunder follows a certain fixed pattern, two in one round and four in one round, with half a moment between each round. In fact, on this trip north, the Guards Corps brought a total of eight wooden cannons and a special artillery team.
Early this morning, the eight wooden cannons were loaded and ready, waiting for the king's signal.
Shulot looked around again, nodded slightly, maintaining the posture of a god. All the Otomi people put down their weapons, and the city walls were full of kneeling figures. The tribal leaders in the center of the mountain city were alerted by the sound of cannons, and hurried away.
Coming from a distance, the leader was none other than Giowa, who had narrow eyebrows and a coyote-like appearance.
"Black Wolf, blow the whistle!"
"Beep! Beep! Whoosh!...Beep! Beep! Whoosh!" The shrill whistle pierced the sky and spread far down the mountain, conveying new instructions.
The Otomi people remained silent and looked at the radiant king. Shulot solemnly waved his staff and sang the final chapter of his prayer in a high-pitched voice.
"Praise the Lord God! God's light covers the earth, and God's power is everywhere! God is watching us!..."
Giowa came in a hurry with long strides, followed by a large number of tribal leaders. He briefly looked around at the situation on the field, and then looked at the old priest Alter.
The old priest nodded slightly. He made a salute gesture, raised his staff, and called loudly to the Otomi people.
"Praise the God of War! He is the sun god and the god of the Otomi people!"
"Praise the God of War! Praise the God of the Sun!"
Giowa was the first to shout, knelt down and saluted Xilot's royal flag. Behind him, the tribal leaders hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and saluted one after another.
"Praise the God of War! Praise the God of the Sun!"
Pious prayers came one after another, echoing in the majestic mountain city. With the arrival of the tribal leaders, the Otomi warriors bowed their heads. The situation in the city finally returned to control, and the roar of the gods no longer sounded.
Looking at the changing situation, Saka's face turned pale. He stared intently at the king under the wolf flag, but could not clearly see the young face under the bronze helmet. He could only hear a final chant.
