The summer is hot and the autumn wind blows. This is the node of death and harvest, like the yellowing grass in the mountains. Teams of canine warriors escort hundreds of young Mixtecs, carrying plunder.
With his belongings, he embarked on his way back north.
The same scene also appeared in the north of the Tehuacan Valley, which was the territory conquered by the Mexica. The resistance of all tribes turned into death and ashes.
In the valley further south, large groups of canine warriors wearing leather armor, holding bronze soldiers, and wearing bone ornaments were running and patrolling. Wolf-like howls echoed between the mountains and valleys, accompanied by occasional
The sound of fighting broke out, and after a moment of fierce shouting, there was a dead silence.
At this time, the Mixtec prisoners who were busy digging pits would always pause for a moment, showing uncontrollable fear. Then, the whips of the soldiers from Shenshi City would be swung down mercilessly, urging the prisoners to
Let's continue. In every place where the valley tribes were destroyed, there was a pit filled with blood. In the pit, the revered cloud priests, the noble warriors of the sacred city, and the humble village militia all had their bodies overlapped.
Gradually they were buried by the soil. After the bones were buried, the young and strong male and female captives were selected, carried the plundered tribal food and property on their backs, and embarked on the long road north.
As for the remaining old, weak and children, the Mexican warriors do not care and do not do unnecessary killings. Jaguars in the jungle will never spend unnecessary energy to catch food that cannot be taken away. What's more, kindness
His Highness has never liked killing, so the warriors under his command will naturally restrain themselves.
Groups of young captives were like trickling streams or like obedient deer, gathering from all over the valley until Huacong Village in the north. Then, the deer gathered into a torrent of tens of thousands and stepped into the desolate special landscape.
The land of La Scala, heading further north.
"What is the north? I heard from the superior leader that it is also the territory of the northern barbarians. There are white-skinned snake-men everywhere, who, like the green-skinned jaguars, dig out hearts and sacrifice them, which is extremely cruel. By the way,
And there’s a red-haired man-eating werewolf!”
Didi, a tribesman, lowered his head and glanced at the canine hunters carefully. Then, he looked to the north of the plateau, which was a place he had never been before, like a deep black abyss under an ant nest.
"The leader often said that the north is the land of Tlaxcala. The warriors wear white uniforms and claim to be descendants of the serpent in the clouds. And the northwest is the land of the Aztecs. The warriors wear dark green uniforms.
War clothes, claiming to be ferocious jaguars. Only the south is the land of the ancient rain god! The warriors wear blue battle clothes and are descendants of the rain god, conceived from the sacred tree in the clouds.
Not the descendant of any bird or beast..."
Thinking of this, Didi shook his head in confusion. As a lower-level tribesman, he couldn't distinguish between so many things, and he didn't understand divinity and birds and beasts. In the tribe, he always listened to the words of the leader.
I keep my head bent and work hard in the fields, but I never think blindly.
But now, he was captured by the red-haired barbarians and walked for a long time. Along the way, many nobles and priests who were like gods, like turkeys in the village, were killed by the barbarians in front of him, and were killed by him again.
Buried with his own hands. And now, he is wearing the clothes of the leader, even stained with blood...
"No, the priests in the tribe will also sacrifice their hearts. Isn't that the same as the barbarians?"
Didi, an ant citizen, was thinking wildly, and even dared to question the leader's words. Inexplicably, something suddenly seemed to be in his heart, but he couldn't figure it out. However, the road ahead was still long, maybe longer than he imagined.
Didi was walking with his head down, and the crying in the captive team suddenly became louder. Even the canine warriors couldn't stop it with their spears.
"ah!"
Shouts of fear echoed throughout the entire team. Many older prisoners knelt on the ground, facing forward, hanging their heads and crying in despair. Didi, who was among them, also knelt on the ground and stared blankly.
ahead.
Not far ahead is the sacred Yunzhong Temple, the legendary place where the Rain God and his servants live. But at this moment, next to the stone statue in front of the Yunzhong Temple, there is a tall Beijing temple.
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Thousands of heads are piled together and have rotted under the hot summer. But at the top, the large heads still have sacred bright feather crowns, representing the immortal identity of the rain god priests!
At this moment, Didi's mind went blank. It was not the fear of death, but some kind of fear that went beyond death and reached deep into his heart. It was the fear of the death of gods. The humble ant people lay on the ground, trembling.
I couldn't believe it, couldn't help myself, I just cried and murmured.
"Ah! The priests of the Yunzhong Temple, the gentlemen who are bigger than the sky, are all...all dead?...Ah! How could this happen! Ah!..."
"Bah! You're crying like this, you're not even afraid of death. What a strange southern tribe!"
Hunter Cha Bo gritted his teeth, lowered the spear in his hand, took a hard "poof", and left the wailing crowd. At this moment, these captives seemed to have their souls deceived, like walking corpses, crying in despair and crazy.
Wailing. Not even the threat of death in front of them could stop them. At this moment, such Mixtec people made even experienced wilderness hunters feel deeply uneasy.
"Don't worry! They just cry for a while, and when they've cried enough, howled enough, and run out of energy, they'll go on the road again. These southern tribes regard the gods as more important than their own lives!"
Hunter Mikui looked at it for a while and shook his head needlessly. However, he also held the spear tightly in his hand to keep the hunter vigilant.
"Hey! It's really unlucky for you to cry."
Hunter Chabo curled his lips. He tilted his head and looked at Jingguan, which was not very scary to him, and then looked at the temple in the distance and the black wolf guards stationed outside the temple.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Huh? Mikui, you said the powerful Black Wolf Chief is in this temple in the clouds?"
"Ah, no way? The powerful Chief Black Wolf should be leading his army to plunder further south in the valley. I heard that the Chief has several thousand more soldiers, and they are invincible along the way, and the fire is all over the place.
It’s burning to the end of the mountains!”
"Hey, what use are the thousands of soldiers from the southern tribes who have surrendered? They are just driving them towards the stronghold during the siege. If we really want to fight in the wild, two thousand elite legions can overwhelm them!"
Hunter Chapo held his head high, a little disdainful of the combat effectiveness of the Mixtec troops. Then he looked at the temple in the mountain, imagined the property inside, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
"Mikui, if Chief Black Wolf is not here, why are there the chief's guards at the entrance of the temple? The temples of these southern tribes are very wealthy. If we can go in, we can touch a few...
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"What?! Cha Bo, you can't do this randomly! The chief is really ruthless in running the army... If you don't want to live anymore, don't take me with you!"
Hearing this, hunter Mikui was startled. He quickly covered Chabo's mouth and pulled him a few steps away. The prisoners' cries continued, covering up all subsequent conversations.
Hunter Mikui held Chabo, whispered something, and pointed to the bamboo basket of food carried by Didi. Chabo was stunned, lowered his voice, and asked something quickly. Mikui nodded affirmatively.
, the two of them beamed together, beaming with joy.
"Okay, that's great, the Earth Mother Goddess is great! Mikui, my good brother, when we return to the tribe's flag team, we will sell those things and let the flag team have a good year!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Even though the chief turns a blind eye, he will not be lenient if the war priests accompanying him really find out!"
"...Yes, you are right. However, the war priests of the main god usually let go and will not investigate seriously. Why should we hand over to the legions what we grabbed with our own skills and axes and spears?
..Hey! The Black Wolf Chief is better, the Mother Goddess of the Earth is better than the priests of the main god!..."
Hunter Cha Bo had a happy face and shouted excitedly for a while, even saying some forbidden words. Then, he scratched his head, still feeling a little strange.
"So many great chief's guards, so many elite warriors... What exactly is there in this Yunzhong Temple?"
"Whatever! Maybe it's some important sacrifice. The chiefs value this the most."
The hunter Mikui didn't care. He kept looking at the back of the ant citizen Didi. Until Didi finished crying and stood up absentmindedly, the heavy bamboo basket was still stable and did not tip over at all.
"Well, this prisoner is pretty good!"
Chabo and Mikui looked at each other, smiled and nodded. Then, two shrill wolf howls sounded from their mouths, which was breathtaking and reached the ears of the crying captives.
"Aow, ow! The Rain God is dead! The Lord God is the Supreme! Let's go, turkeys, keep going north, let's go!"
Under the orders of the dog-born warriors, thousands of Mixtec prisoners staggered, stood up from the ground, and walked numbly to the north. At this moment, their eyes were full of deathly silence, and there was no more rain god.
hope. And the dead earth is full of colors, using the bones of dead gods to breed new faith and new vitality.