Chapter 1228 The Lamentation of the Monkey God, Running Faster than Anyone Else!
Raging flames burned everywhere and smoke billowed out. The low city of Shamu has fallen, with layers of corpses lying in the city. Under the bloody setting sun, this historic city-state of Tekos has been shrouded in ruthless killings!
At this moment, whether it is the Tlaxcala warriors, the Guamar canine servant army, the Chapala Prepecha servant army, or the same Northern Tecos tribal surrender army, they are all killing and looting without mercy, destroying the North The last resistance of the Turks tribes.
The whole city of Shamu was filled with desperate blood and fire. Only the dome pyramid in the center is guarded by two thousand Mexica warriors with golden spears. These golden spear warriors who grew up from the spear militia were all fully armed and holding three-meter spears, and they remained motionless during the looting that swept through the city. They have strict discipline beyond ordinary warrior legions, and they more loyally follow their leader when they first founded the army, the leader of the Monkey Legion, Kuruka!
Guarded by golden spears, the ancient temple of the gods is located high on the dome pyramid. The style of this temple is very ancient, with bright and gorgeous Toltec carvings, and even some traces of the Teotihuacan era.
At this moment, the commander of the Great Lakes Army, the great monkey chief Kuruka, stood in the center of the temple of the gods. He raised his head and clasped his hands behind his back, looking at the countless familiar carvings of old gods on the vicissitudes of the wall. Under the indifferent gaze of countless old gods, he slowly lowered his head and looked down at the prime-year chief who was forced to kneel in front of him. He was one of the few remaining descendants of the gods in the tribes of North Tekos, Shakos, the Lord of Shamu City.
"The benevolent Lord God witnesses everything! Shakos, you call yourself the 'Sand King', and you are the true god-born city lord of this city-state... Then, please tell me, where did the rebellious Feather Prince Peng Guali you accepted before escape to? where?…"
"The benevolent Lord God? Bah! The Mexica people who believe in the Blood God of War are the evil leaders who colluded with the volcano monsters! ... You brought the monsters' thunder and fire and defeated so many tribal city-states! In order to please the cruel God of War, you sacrificed The descendants of so many tribes! You forced the Tekos tribe to convert and kneel at the feet of the bloody God of War... Gods! You have done everything. Killing the descendants of Kuyutco is like killing a humble turkey. ! And now, you still want to talk to me about kindness?..."
"Aha, there's no need to say anything!...I, the Sand King, can't defeat you. If I fall into your hands, my fate has already been determined...It's nothing more than a sacrifice, nothing more than death! Come on, kill me! ... "
Shakos, the Lord of Shamu City, raised his head and was suppressed by the two Mexica warriors behind him, kneeling in front of the monkey Kuruka. His face was filled with extremely distorted anger, a ferocious streak that scratched the surface. His red eyes were filled with the hatred of the descendants of Tekos for ruining their city and family, as well as the desperate will to die.
And the Cuyutco in his mouth is the self-proclaimed name of the Northern Tecos people, which is completely different from the Nantecos tribes. It is said that they come from the glorious Toltec era and are the true descendants of the ancient gods...
"Shakos, the Lord God is kind and bright! We will sacrifice noble descendants of God like you, but we will also treat your ordinary tribe leniently. As long as they convert to the Lord God and return to the big family of Jiaoren, the kingdom will treat them Treat them all equally and regard them as the same people of the Lord God!…”
"Aha! Treat the tribes leniently? Return to the big family of Jiao people? Bah! You hypocritical, hypocritical monkey!... The descendants of Kuyutco are dead, and the tribes of Tekos in the rivers and mountains, They are completely destroyed! What kind of people are those tribes who have lost their divine blood, changed their beliefs, and forgotten their ancestors? They only think of themselves as shit! You devilish monkey!…"
The Lord of Shamu City, Shakos, raised his head as hard as he could and spat out a mouthful of blood on the monkey Kuruka's leather armor. The golden gun warriors on the left and right were furious. They all raised their spears and pointed them at Shakos' neck, waiting for the legion commander's order!
"Um?…"
Seeing Shakos's offense, the monkey frowned slightly, but still looked calm and stared at the god with a look of death on his face. After a moment, he sighed slightly and asked softly.
"Shacos, you are a warrior! We are the most powerful warrior in Mexico... Do you have any last words, any poems before you leave, do you want to stay?..."
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Shamu City Lord Shakos pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and stared for a moment, then sang in a low and desolate voice in the ancient Tekos language.
"Toa Tolu Toltec, Kupa Kuwa Cuyutco!... Our ancestors came from the mountains, we are the descendants of Toltec, the glorious Cuyutco people!..."
"...We are the descendants of the craftsmen, and we are the kings of the mountains and forests. We are the last ancient bloodline, emerging from the sands of the wasteland, and then turning into endless dust... Look! The era will end, and everything will end. It’s over, and today is my day of death!…”
"...Look! After my death, there will be no more Kuyutco city lord in the world. The surviving tribesmen will sadly forget their ancestors and regard themselves as false glue people. The real Tekos tribe in the world will also end forever. Destroy!…”
Listening to this desolate and weeping song, the surrounding golden gun warriors looked moved, and they gradually raised their spears. Monkey Kuruka also lowered his eyes, tapping the beat gently in his hands, listening to the last song. It wasn't until the song of lamentation was finished that the monkey Kuruka showed appreciation and praised from the bottom of his heart.
"Witness the Lord God! What a generous and solemn song! Lord of Shakos, you are a true warrior!... Hey! How could a warrior like you who is fearless of life and death lose his sight and willingly flee with the cowardly feathers? What if our companionship eventually leads to a crusade from the kingdom? ...What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!
Hearing the enemy's sincere admiration and regret, Shakos' heart was suddenly shocked, and the expression on his face also changed. Monkey Kuruka waited patiently, looking sincerely into the other's eyes. After a while, Shakos gritted his teeth and let out a long sigh of regret!
"Ancestors and gods! I know this is a conspiracy of the Mexica people, but I can't restrain the hatred in my heart... That damn, deceptive bird of doom! He brought disaster that destroyed everything, but... And he always flees quickly before disaster strikes! He destroyed many Cuyutco city-states, he deserves to die..."
Speaking of this, Shakos's red eyes gradually became moist, and he couldn't help but shed tears. After a while, he looked at the waiting monkey Kuruka again, suddenly laughed crazily, and shouted with hatred.
"Haha! You win, evil Mexica!... At the last moment before death, I still couldn't keep my mouth shut, and I don't want to keep it any longer!..."
"I tell you, that damn poisonous bird took his last two or three thousand tribal warriors and their family members and fled to the north half a month ago! He wants to flee to the endless northern continent , escape from this fighting place at the end of the era, and escape the attack of you Mexicans forever..."
"Ah! O ancient gods and ancestors! I curse the poisonous bird of doom, and be shot through the heart by a thousand arrows! I also curse you, the kind-faced and cruel Mexica monkey, you will definitely be killed by the volcano The demon's curse backfired, and he died in the flames of thunder..."
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Monkey Kuruka remained silent, his face still calm and patient, waiting for Shakos to finish. It wasn't until Shakos closed his eyes and begged for death that he took out the obsidian dagger he had sacrificed from his waist, calmly grabbed the god's hair, and made a deep slash on the other's neck!
"May the Lord God guide your soul! Brave Lord of Shakos..."
The bright red jet instantly dyed the monkey Kuruka's leather armor. With a sad look on his face, he prayed for his enemy who was slowly dying, and then closed his unwilling eyes. After doing all this, he let out a long sigh and gave instructions to the golden spear guards around him.
"Lord God, this is a true warrior, and he must be very popular with the tribe! ... Cut off his head, and the heads of the gods in the city, hang them on the spears, and hold them high to patrol the city! …After walking around the city, we went to the recently surrendered Tekos tribe’s camp to let all the Tekos tribesmen know that their descendant had died, converted to the Lord God before his death, and went to the Lord God’s kingdom… "
"At the same time, gather the plundering warriors in the city, extinguish the fires everywhere in the city, and stop unnecessary killings... Those are the trophies of the army and the wealth shared by all warriors! ... Let the warriors from all departments in the city escort the prisoners The tribe is strong and heading to the camp outside the city!…"
"In addition, notify the war priests outside the city to prepare as soon as possible to hold a conversion ceremony for tens of thousands of tribes! The ceremony will be held no later than the day after tomorrow, and all captured city-state gods, priests and nobles will be sacrificed. All tribal captives must drink Drink blood wine, cut off your hair or fingers, swear a blood oath of your soul, and convert to the supreme god! As for those who are unwilling to convert, identify them as soon as possible and sacrifice them together to avoid future troubles..."
"By the way, the Lord God has witnessed! All looted property must be distributed fairly. Four shares of the six thousand Great Lakes Army, two shares of the six thousand Chapala Servant Army, two shares of the 7,000 Guamar Servant Army, and nearly 10,000 Tekos surrendered. The army still has two copies!…”
"Ah? Legion commander, what about your trophies?..."
"God bless you! There is no need to leave it for me. As for officers at all levels, you don't need to be like me. You can follow the old rules... Well, forget it! If I don't take it, you won't dare to take it... Then leave me a Tekos bloodline My dear daughter! Leave some ancient city-state sacrificial vessels!…"
"Yes! Legion Commander!..."
Upon hearing this, the Golden Spear Guards bowed strictly before turning around and hurried away. After a while, a thousand warriors were separated from the camp of two thousand golden spear warriors guarding the temple. They formed a forest-like formation of spears, holding dozens of divine heads, patrolling the city, circling and advancing outside the city. Faced with these dazzling clusters of golden guns, faced with this terrifying power and force, even the most unruly Guamar dog descendants were forced to stop their swords and axes, and were forcibly gathered up by the guards...
Soon, the city-state of blood and fire extinguished the flames and solidified the dark red. The chaotic and looting warriors were driven out of the city, and a large group of prisoners and trophies were also escorted outside the city. After experiencing brutal sieges and plunders, the city-state where the Northern Tekos tribes finally fell has gradually returned to calm, or rather dead silence...
Flying on the temples on the round hill are the bird flag of the main god, the wolf flag of the kingdom, and the monkey flag of the Great Lakes Legion. Countless old gods are still watching on the wall, and the bright red blood is no longer flowing.
The monkey chief Kuruka's leather armor was stained with blood. He knelt down in front of the altar of the temple and spread out a crude and simple map. He moved his eyes and stared at the large blank area in the north with only simple terrain drawn, as well as several tribal names marked near the seashore.
"Lord God, the Prince of Feathers can really run! Such a sudden attack still allowed him to run away!... We have been fighting for so many years, and even the descendants of the North Terkos have perished. As a result, this feather of Tarasco, Still scurrying around, running faster than anyone else... This is a cunning cardinal!..."
"Well, Shakos said, he fled to the north. So which directions are the northeast, true north and northwest? ... He has been escaping for half a month? At the speed of a feather, he may have traveled five to six hundred miles! …Five or six hundred miles to the north, there are wilderness, mountains and seaside…”
Monkey Kuruka frowned and looked carefully at the map with few records, feeling a rare headache. His fingers wandered five to six hundred miles north, from the difficult wilderness in the northeast, to the steep mountains in the north, to the flat seaside in the northwest... Finally, his fingers suddenly stopped and pressed hard on the small mark on the seaside. Here, he screamed in shock.
"Lord God! Not good!... The northwest direction where it is easiest to march is six hundred miles away... It is the territory of the Tolpan tribe and the port of Xihe Village of the Kingdom!..."
Note: The easter egg chapter is a map of the northwest of the world.