Chapter 1457 Wait! Pierce the Heart of the Sun with a Beast-Like Mind!

"Sintel, you need to stay calm, don't get excited! We are together, and we must find an opportunity to take action! But before we take action, we must think clearly! Impulsive emotions will only turn us into blind wasps, launching random attacks, and then being slapped to death!..."

"Izer, you asked me to stay calm, but how can I stay calm in this situation? The taxation rights of the family city-state are interfered with by the royal family and the priest group; the troops of the city-state legion are either constantly confiscated by the God King or consumed on the front line by the supervision of the war; the food and people accumulated by the city-state are constantly being conscripted by a royal order... This is to force our city-state nobles into a dead end!..."

The bonfire flickered, reflecting the angry and twisted fierce face of the honor noble, the reed patriarch Sintel. This once heroic and flexible noble veteran has been tortured physically and mentally by the centralized reforms continuously promoted by the God King. The God King used an irresistible force to force the Reed Clan, and gradually removed the tax and military power of the city-state fiefdom!

For more than ten years, the Reed Clan, which once ruled a state and had strong autonomy, was like a golden pineapple with thorns. The thorns were removed, the skin was peeled, and the layers of flesh were scraped off, leaving only the last dry and hard pineapple core! And now, even this last core may not be preserved!

"The Lord God knows what happened to me, and he has to shed tears of blood in battle! Izel, I am on the front line, not only do I have to fight to the death with the warriors of the Zapotec people, and fight for the God King... I also have to be vigilant behind me, beware of the hidden arrows of the God King!"

"As long as I die in battle, the so-called reward and title of the God King will be issued, and my sons will each inherit a piece of fiefdom... The Reed Family that once controlled the city of Reeds, controlled an area of ​​50 miles, and dominated the entire Atotonilk State will be completely split and no longer exist like the Sourwood Family!..."

"If so, when I go to the Kingdom of God in the sky, how can I face the ancestors who personally created the family fiefdom in the hills of reeds? How can I face my dead grandfather and Father? ! …”

“…Sintel! I understand your experience and feel the same way! But you must calm down! You know, we only have one chance to gamble our lives! Even if we fight and win, it’s just the beginning and we may not survive to the end. But if we lose, we will definitely fall into the abyss and even be completely exterminated! …”

“Your ancestors, grandfather and father are all watching you in the Kingdom of God! They would rather the Reed Clan split than see the bloodline of the family completely cut off! …”

“! Hiss! Huh! …”

“.Huh! …”

Hearing “ancestors, grandfather and father”, the excited Sintel clenched his fingers, bit his lips hard, panted for a while, and then slowly calmed down. Then, he looked at Izel, who was also excited and panting, and asked in a hoarse tone. "Izel, I'm sorry... I was a little excited just now... So what do you think we should do now?..."

"Ahem!... Although 'His Highness the Prophet' advocates centralization and is the enemy of our nobles... But the truth of his divine revelation is worth learning... He once said... 'Shouldn't we distinguish enemies and friends before we take action?'... I think it's right! Just like now, we need to see clearly... who are on the scene, what kind of power do they have, are they our enemies or friends? And once something unexpected happens, what choice will they make?..."

"Ahem! Wait a minute... I'll make a cup of tea first! You sit down and think about it..."

Izel coughed twice, put a pottery jar full of water, threw a handful of hibiscus flowers, put it on the campfire, and then brought two pottery cups.

Sintel took the empty cup, his mind was in a mess, and he subconsciously took a sip, but he didn't drink anything. Traditional old nobles like him don't actually have the habit of drinking hot water or hot tea. As for young nobles like Iser, they gradually got used to drinking hot drinks due to the religious reforms in recent years and the new doctrines brought by Shulot.

"Wow..."

A pot of scented tea was boiling, and Iser was about to pour the tea, but he saw Sintelle took the initiative to reach out and pour a cup for each of them, and asked Iser to drink first as if to apologize. Seeing this vigilant little action, Iser's eyes moved slightly, knowing that the "old friend" had regained his sanity.

"Izel... I thought about it... At the moment, this game of 'Flower Chess' has only six parties! The 'General' of the God King, the 'General' of His Majesty the Prophet, the 'Tiger' of the Asar family, the 'Tiger' of our family, the 'Priest' of the Priests family, and the 'Soldiers' of the Alliance Legion... Once we get rid of the 'General', the remaining situation will be a struggle between 'two tigers and one priest' to see who can get the most 'Soldiers'!..."

"In terms of fighting for 'Soldiers'... We have the advantage of winning over the city-state noble legions, but we lack the banner to win over the main royal legions, and we are not as good as the Asar family and the Priests... But what we want is It is not the power of the alliance. Whoever wants to take the throne must win us over! …”

“.Sintel, you have a point. But in my opinion, we are not the ‘tiger’! Our strength and our manpower can only be regarded as soldiers! There are not only six parties on the chessboard, but also the ‘pawns’ of the Kingdom of the Prophet, the ‘tiger’ of the little prince in the Tlaxcala Basin, and the ‘soldier’ of the eldest princess and the son of God! …”

“Wait! Izel, I am a little confused! Please explain it clearly, don’t use the new metaphor of ‘Flower War Chess’... Be more specific! …”

“.You said it first... Ahem! …Okay! …”

Izel shook his head, reached out and took out a pile of cocoa beans, threw them in front of the campfire, and counted them one by one. Each cocoa bean represents a legion, regardless of combat strength.

"Witness the Lord God! The strength of the alliance's current southern expedition is a total of six royal legions of 8,000 people, a 4,000-strong bodyguard, a thousand eagles and jaguars, and 2,000 lake kingdom guards, plus Forty thousand city-state legions, as well as logisticians recruited from various states..."

"Then I will give the God King seven and a half cocoa beans, the prophet half a cocoa bean, and the city-state nobles five cocoa beans according to the number of legions... Well, the combat power of the city-state nobles seems to be too much... Forget it, let's count like this. ! …Twelve and a half cocoa beans in total, right?”

"Hmm...not bad!"

"Now, me, you, plus Yunshan, that is, 'we'. The private soldiers of the three Glory families, all combined, actually only have two cocoa beans. And half of them were taken away by the God King and their placement was disrupted. ...But no matter what, if the assassination is successful, then together we can indeed get two beans! ...Then, it is the competition for the cocoa beans of the royal legion and the cocoa beans of other city-state legions left by the God King. Get half of it!…"

"Hmm... Izel, your analysis is very interesting! But our strength should be more than this? Now that the God King is dead, the three southern states will naturally join in, and then bring in the other city-states... The cocoa of these five city-state legions Bean, aren’t we all?…”

"No! This is all undecided! The army commanders of other city-states may not turn to us! If the charge of assassination is placed on us, I am afraid they will stay away from us or even sell us... So, they It doesn’t count!…”

Izel shook his head slightly, with cunning thoughts flashing in his eyes. In fact, he was somewhat in awe of "His Royal Highness the Prophet", and he had collected all the "Books of Divine Enlightenment" published by Shulote, and had carefully read and pondered them. Therefore, now that it was really time to plan, he could see it more clearly than the veteran Sintel who was trapped in the situation. "Huh? The charge of assassination is placed on us... Ezelle, are you saying that we cannot be guilty of this crime?..."

"Of course you can't do it! This is a fatal matter. Sooner or later, you will be dead! This kind of crime should either be shouldered by 'Knives and Daggers', or passed on to 'them in Asar' or 'them in the temple', Even pushing it to 'His Royal Highness the Prophet'... The two of us must not get involved, or even jump out first..."

"Lord God! This?...Do you mean to let Asar's family, or the priests and elders of the temple, go first?..."

"That's right! Just drag them into the water first! How can we let them watch on the shore and let us get nuts for them in the big fireball of the sun?..."

"How can the sun be a big fireball? It is clearly the Lord Hummingbird...Ahem! How is it possible to let them on the shore go into the water?...Why should they take action first?..."

"Xintel, we will discuss these specific plans later...count these cocoa beans first!..."

Izel touched his smooth chin and skipped Sintel's questioning. In fact, he didn't think about it for a while, he just had some general ideas. But it doesn't matter, he can be patient and wait. In the order of centralized power of the God-King, he is actually very far behind...

"In the Land in the Clouds during the Southern Expedition, the God King held seven and a half cocoa beans in his hand, two of which were from the Assar lineage, and half of which were from the Thousand Eagles and Jaguars...His Royal Highness the Prophet held half of the cocoa beans, and we held them He is holding two cocoa beans, and the other nobles are holding three cocoa beans... That’s ten cocoa beans, right here on the field!”

"Outside the Land of the Clouds in the Southern Expedition, within the Mexica Alliance... the high priests of the capital city in the lake, clutching one in their hands, are the temple guards. The little prince has the support of Gillim, who controls the manpower and material resources of the lake area. The mobilization power intercepted many members of the alliance nobles and captured three of them: a royal reserve legion and an elite one! The spear militia, a levy from the Cloud Serpent Territory. The eldest princess of the Son of God grabbed half of it, which is the two thousand elder guards, and the other half, which is the remaining thousand eagles and jaguars. I don't know if they will fall. Who may be closer to the high priests... These are the other five cocoa beans, which are in important peripheral areas and can affect the overall situation at any time!"

"Further outside, there is the Kingdom in the Lake of His Highness the Prophet, the Totonak Alliance created... I don't know the specific legion, let's count him as six cocoa beans! As long as His Highness the Prophet dies, then these beans will be on the periphery, and Without the name of the alliance, they cannot enter, and they may not choose to enter... Once they enter, they will only become the common enemy of all alliance armies!”

With a gloomy look on his face, Izel arranged three circles inside and outside, with a total of twenty-one cocoa beans, which also represented the maximum force that the entire alliance could mobilize. With a bunch of beans laid out like this, the strength of enemies and friends is revealed, and the situation becomes very clear.

"Xintel, what do you see when you look at these cocoa beans?..."

"Izel, the power of the God King has an overwhelming advantage over us. As long as he is alive, he can command the power of the royal family, the power of the little prince, the power of the eldest princess, and even the power of His Highness the Prophet who enters the scene. At least ten cocoa beans ! ...Whether it’s the secret Asal family or the hidden Neither the hidden high priests nor the high-profile nobles have any confidence in a head-on confrontation... If the assassination cannot be successful, we have given a legitimate reason and will be purged by the God King, and may even be able to Uproot all the glorious nobles!…”

"Yes! This is the first point. We must succeed in the assassination before we can survive! ... But now, the God King spread out seven and a half royal cocoa beans. He placed two on the west road and two on the middle road. There are three and a half pills on the east road... In this case, although the power of the God King has been dispersed, how difficult is it to successfully assassinate the God King among an army of 20,000 to 30,000 people? Once the sword and dagger's revenge fails, we won't even have a chance to make up for it unless we continue to disperse..."

Hearing this, Xintel frowned, and the expression on his face changed. He heard the implication of Izel's words, but the thought of continuing to endure it made his heart really torment.

"Izel, you mean, keep waiting? How long will it take?"

"Cintel, do you know what was revealed to me a few years ago when we were enjoying the Lady of Tlaxcala?..."

".Which time did you say?"

"That's when you won! You made three similar faces, which made me unable to bear it..."

"Oh! You're talking about that time! Why, when you were singing, you actually had extra energy. Did God reveal some sage's wisdom?..."

"Well...that time, I discovered the tiger's weakness...that is, the weakness of the God King!"

"...! What is it?!..."

"The Lord God witnesses! It is his uncontrollable desire to conquer!..."

"The desire to conquer?..."

"That's right! The desire to conquer is difficult to satisfy and stop! Although our current undercurrent is fundamentally derived from the centralization of power by the God King, the more direct impact is the logistical pressure brought by the Southern Expedition! The overly long food roads and The loss of transportation and the levy of manpower and material resources made the nobles of the city-state a little impatient... But will the southern expedition stop after conquering Mixtec Yunzhong, or will it continue? "

Izel squinted his eyes, like a vixen, guessing the tiger's weakness, focusing on the key points every sentence.

"Except for the great nobles, the conflict between Asar's family and the God-King has not completely erupted yet, and can continue to rise!...Their most fundamental and most irreconcilable conflict is the division of territory after the conquest of the Land in the Clouds ...It is said that the God King will give half of the fiefdom to the eldest princess's one-year-old children, and these fiefdoms were originally promised to the Asar line... It is obvious that the God King is suppressing the Asar line, and will do so. More and more severe!…"

"As for the conflict between the High Priests and the God-King, it actually focuses on the 'Prophet'! What kind of power threat does a living Prophet pose to those ambitious priests and elders? What if the Prophet officially enters the High Priests? How can they continue to talk?..."

"What's more, the two sides still have conflicts over the right to interpret scriptures and meanings, conflicts within the scope of the diocese, and conflicts that have not yet broken out, but we can take action...the conflict between the old and new divination rituals!...The conflict between the theocratic authority of the High Priests and His Highness the Prophet will definitely It will get worse and worse, and there will always be some people within the high priest group who cannot bear it, and sooner or later they will choose to take action..."

"So, Xintel, can you see the time for us to really take action? As long as the three factors are met, as long as the three contradictions and conflicts break out, and the power of the God King is seriously dispersed... we will kill with one strike, with the coyote beast It’s time to pierce the heart of the sun!…”