The remaining fire burned in the city of Shuigu, raising curls of black smoke. On the temple pyramid in the center of the city, there were traces of blood that had not yet dried up. This was the fate of the Tlaxcala warriors who resisted for the last time. Around the pyramid, the blood of the hereditary nobles
The mansion was full of marks from axes and sticks, as well as the fallen bodies of men.
The main road that runs through the city is divided into two sections with different colors. One section is charred black after the fire, and the other is dark red after the blood has solidified. And in the middle of the two ends, there are broken spears, bent arrows, and broken pieces.
leather armor, and stumps of limbs that had not been cleaned.
There was deathly silence everywhere, occasionally mixed with distant shouts. After an unknown period of time, a small group of more than ten warriors appeared from the north side of the main road and slowly walked south. The leader was a Mexica man.
The warrior captain, followed by three or four Prepecha warriors, and behind them, six or seven lightly-armed canine warriors.
In the middle of the team, there was a thin old man wearing a feather crown and a Chinese robe. He was protected by more than a dozen warriors and was also faintly detained in the center. He stared at the post-war scenes along the way, overlooking the familiar buildings.
, but it was not what he remembered at all. He thought of the prosperity of Shuigu City in the past, and uneasiness and fear came to his heart, turning into a silent sigh on his lips.
"Savage Mexica barbarians!"
"Dear Vizier Priests and Elders, let's go this way!"
The Mexican warrior captain looked respectful, turned sideways, and pointed in another direction.
"When the city fell, there was a fight on the road ahead, and hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors died. There has been no rain in the past few days, and there is a sticky layer of blood on the ground, which makes it sticky to the feet when walking."
"Well. Praise the God of War! I'm done."
The Wezier smiled kindly and nodded. He didn't want to dirty his cotton boots.
A gust of breeze blows, and the rich smell of blood is spread on the surface, with a bit of the stench of decay. In the hot spring, corpses are always prone to decay.
The distinguished priest elder of the Holy City was stunned. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sticky blood in front of him for a while. He did not speak, but pursed his lips and carefully followed the footsteps of the warrior captain and walked to another path.
The path twists and turns, passing through low shacks and huts, leading to the city gate in the south. This is an ordinary civilian area, usually populated by a large number of low-level moths. But at this moment, Wezier looked around and saw a large number of huts.
They were all deserted, not a single human being was seen, only sporadic traces of blood.
The vizier felt a chill in his heart and lowered his eyes. He continued walking in silence, but the canine warriors on both sides showed curiosity and looked at this thin but noble "tribal priest" from time to time.
"Huh? He doesn't seem to be able to fight at all... So, if he can't even fight a wolf, can he still be the priest of a big tribe?"
"Shhh! Maybe he can do some powerful magic, emit thunder or fire... Hmm. I can smell the smell of herbs from his body."
"Herbal medicine? Is he a witch doctor?"
"It's not like that. He doesn't seem to be used to it when he smells blood."
"What? Are there any tribal priests who are afraid of blood?..."
The vizier lowered his head slightly, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart. Facing a holy holy city priest and elder, the canine barbarians on both sides showed no respect in their eyes. They even pointed and whispered, almost salivating.
The vizier cursed in his heart. However, when the anger passed, inexplicable fear surged into his heart, making him tremble vaguely.
"There are so many savage northern canines among the legions under the Temple of Death?..."
"Okay! Dear Vizier Priests and Elders, let's get out of the city from here!"
The Mexican warrior captain smiled, pointed to the south city wall not far away, then pointed to the open south door, and said proudly.
"It's here! The heavily armored warriors wielded their big axes, broke through the city, and captured the south city of Shuigu City! The fighting was extremely fierce at that time. On this city alone, more than a dozen Tlaxcalans were killed.
A hereditary noble!"
Hearing this, Weizier was slightly startled and looked at the city wall not far away.
From bottom to top, the entire bluestone city wall was almost smoked black by the flames. Among the burnt black, there was a dark red after the blood had dried. Most of the wooden buildings near the south city were burned.
Once it was empty, only some dilapidated walls and ruins were left, recording the bloodshed and cruelty of the war. If you look closely, you can even see the solid stone walls with holes and holes, which should have been bombarded by those copper cannons.
result.
"The seemingly solid Shuigu City... turned out to be so vulnerable..."
After a few breaths, Wezier regained his composure and answered with a forced smile.
"Blessed by the God of War! What a...glorious battle."
"Haha! The supreme god will always protect our Mexica alliance and promise us the world!"
Hearing the praise from the elders of the Holy City, the warrior captain burst out laughing with pride. Then he held the sun amulet around his neck and prayed devoutly.
"You must believe in my god Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme, great, and omnipotent! He gives us sunshine and rain, harvest and food!..."
"..."
Wezier bit his lip and lowered his head to hide the changing expression on his face. Strong anger arose in his heart, mixed with an increasingly obvious uneasiness.
"Such a prayer!... Where does that place the Nahua gods?!..."
"Elder, look!"
After praying, the warrior captain's expression became friendly, and he looked at the vizier as if he were looking at one of his own. He led everyone to the dark red south city wall, smiled and pointed to the city gate, paying respect to
The elders of the Holy City said.
"In order to show the glory of the pioneer warriors and spread the glory of the Supreme God, the brave Commander Black Wolf personally ordered that the heads of the Tlaxcala nobles be hung on the city gate!"
"ah!"
Wezier raised his eyes, and with just one glance, he could no longer suppress the shock and fear in his heart! He exhaled tremblingly.
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"Yes! They are all divine descendants of the Tlaxcala people. I even killed one with my own hands! He held it in for a long time before he died. He couldn't even say a word, let alone leave a moving poem."
Thinking of the god he killed a few days ago, the samurai captain shook his head disdainfully. Then, with a look of admiration, he pointed at the old head hanging in the front. The head stared angrily, with its mouth open, revealing a white mouth.
His teeth seemed to be still roaring.
"Look! The one at the front is Akotel, the leader of the Water Snakes! He is really a warrior who dares to die. He pierced his heart with his own hands and released the bound soul in his heart, Tayolia! Such a warrior,
Even if he is an enemy, he will definitely go to the kingdom of the Lord God!... Moreover, before he died, he left two poems about warriors!"
"Acotel, the...poetry...poetry before his death?"
For some reason, Wezier's voice became hoarse and his words stuttered. He stared blankly at the heads of his old acquaintances, and memories of talking and laughing with each other came to his mind, bringing him a real death that he had not felt for a long time.
threaten!
"Yes! Let me think about it, what is it..."
The warrior captain scratched his head and looked at the pale-faced elder of the Holy City. He thought for a long time before smiling brightly, revealing his sharp yellow teeth.
"...Water snakes will swim in the Milky Way, and black snakes will perish in the abyss of the earth! The distant ancestors will take away my soul, but the gods who are so close at hand cannot save you!!..."
"ah!"
Wezier let out a low cry, his feet no longer stable. He looked up at the death at the top of the city, staggered and fell on the blood. Then, he stretched out his hand, trying to press the ground to stand up, but his hand was full of bright red!
