The moon was gone and the stars were thin, and the warriors were returning south. Fifty Mexican warriors were on their way on a starry night, guarding the holy body of the high priest and rushing south.
Ewa carried the high priest on his back and ran fast all the way. The high priest's holy body was extremely thin, like a light fallen leaf. It was carried on the body of the bodyguard, and it did not affect his running at all. He passed through the houses.
He entered the outer city of Sheshe, fought his way out of the city's outskirts patrolled by warriors, ran across the dim and flat fields, climbed up the undulating hills, and finally arrived at the southern legion's camp at dawn.
The patrolling warrior team verified their identities and hurriedly let him go. Within a quarter of an hour, Eva passed through the camp and came to the commander's tent.
The sky was just getting bright, and Xiu Luote was sitting cross-legged in the big tent, drinking a bowl of hot black bean soup. He tossed and turned last night, always having an inexplicable heart palpitation, and never fell asleep. Na Xiu boiled a pot of black beans, added
I bought some herbs to calm His Majesty's nerves.
"The army from the south is pressing down on the border, and the whole city of Cholula is in panic. They send envoys to beg for help... Well, my grandfather will go to Cholula City for talks, and there will definitely be no problems! ... God bless me, and may my grandfather return soon!"
Shulot whispered to himself, kept talking to himself, and even prayed for a moment.
"I can see my grandfather again in two days at most... I have to persuade him hard. He is old and is not allowed to run around in the future! It always makes me worry..."
"Your Highness, the high priest's personal envoy, I would like to see you!"
Bertard suddenly opened the door and walked in quickly. His face was extremely bad, pale and full of worry, shocked and sad.
"The high priest's personal messenger? Coming at this time?"
Hearing this, Shulot's heart suddenly thumped, and he had an ominous premonition. He frowned, feeling the palpitations that were almost convulsing, and called out in a deep voice.
"Let him come in and report! What happened in Cholula City?"
"...Your Highness, you must be prepared..."
Bertard pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice.
"The high priest..."
"Um?!"
Shulot suddenly stood up, still holding the black bean soup in his hand. His expression suddenly changed, his hands trembled slightly, and he asked sharply.
"Grandpa?! What happened to grandpa?!"
"Hey!... Come in! Be careful, don't touch the high priest..."
Bertard turned around, sighed, and called in a deep voice outside the tent.
Eva strode in, dusty and with tears in his eyes. In his arms he held a skinny old man, a high priest with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips, sleeping deeply!
"..."
Seeing that familiar face, Shulot's mind suddenly went blank. At this moment, he was like a stone and wood sculpture under a spell, standing there blankly, unable to say a word or move a bit.
Body. He just looked at the skinny figure, the silver hair, and the grandfather who cared about him day and night. His pupils were dilated, as if he had lost his soul.
"Your Highness! The high priest, he...he..."
Ewa fell to his knees with a "pop" sound. With tears streaming down his face, he carefully placed the sleeping high priest on the cotton blanket in the tent. Then, he gritted his teeth, suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, and lowered his voice.
Howl out.
"The high priest was poisoned by Cholula's priests!"
"boom!"
It was like a thunder exploded in his mind. Shulot's hands and feet were trembling, his eyes were red, and he stumbled over. The pottery bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and broke into pieces with a "bang", like a king's broken pieces.
The broken heart. And the soothing black bean soup spilled all over the floor, just like the scattered soul of the king.
"Grandpa...Grandpa? Are you pretending to be asleep?..."
Shulot fell in front of his grandfather, his voice stammering. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and reached for his grandfather's nose, but quickly retracted it like an electric shock, leaving only a murmur in his mouth.
"Grandfather, wake up, wake up!...Open your eyes and look, it's me! It's me, my grandson Shulot, the grandson you have loved most since childhood!...You
Don't sleep, I beg you... I never ask for help, I'm just begging you this time!... Please! Look at your grandson again!..."
As he spoke, tears gradually overflowed from the king's eyes. The tears overflowed his eyes and stayed along the corners of his eyes, turning into two lines of silent tears. There was deathly silence in the entire tent, except for the king's pain and despair.
's plea.
"Please..."
The high priest lay quietly on the ground, indifferent to Shulot's pleas. Facing his favorite grandson, he had never been so cold, and he had never been so hard-hearted... He just closed his eyes, with the most brilliant expression.
A smile reflected in the king's eyes. This was his last smile, a smile that was proud of his grandson, in his dying dream.
"Please..."
The king's voice became low and hoarse. With tears in his eyes, he weakly lowered his body and pressed his face against his grandfather's. He wanted to pass on the warmth of life to his grandfather who was close at hand, but he only felt
Stiff and cold. We are so close at this moment, but we are separated by heaven and earth, and we will never see each other again!
"Tick tock!..."
Warm tears fell on the corners of the high priest's eyes, just like the new tears he shed. And the tears became more and more dense, and finally connected into a thread, connecting the two people who were separated in life and death. Shulot
Unable to bear it anymore, I started crying like a desperate and powerless child.
"Woo!...Grandpa...don't...don't leave me...you promised me...promised me!...You don't mean what you say..."
Memories of the past came to mind one after another. My grandfather’s encouragement when I was young, my grandfather’s teachings when I was young, my grandfather’s expectations when I was young, and the love that has never changed!
He knew that there would never be another person in his life who could rely on him wholeheartedly like a child and accompany him through the most vulnerable times. There would never be another person in his life who would gently rub his head,
Look at him tenderly, try your best to pave the way for his future with your own life...
He knew that the young child would die with his doting grandfather. From then on, he would be the only one left on this road, a lonely and grown-up king...
"grandfather!..."
The king's voice was hoarse, like the cry of a raven leaving. Naxiu knelt beside him, her eyes full of distressed tears. Bertard closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Then, he opened his eyes,
Waved.
"Everyone, get out!...Leave His Highness alone for a while."
Everyone exited the tent silently, leaving only the lonely and weeping king and a corpse with a cold smile. The cloth door of the tent closed slowly, and no one could see the scene inside.
"ah!..."
After a moment, a cry that was not like a human voice suddenly broke out in the tent, like thunder before a rainstorm. Then, the thunder gradually became lower, with boundless hatred, coming from the friction of the tips of the teeth, turning into a cold and hoarse sound.
roar.
"Cholula...the family of the Twelve Priests...all must die!"
