Chapter 1509 Red and White, the Crossroads of Fate!

"Captain of the Legion! The noble God King ordered me to bring a reply!..."

"! What did His Majesty the God King say?..."

"The God King said that a funeral can be held for the Zapotecs! To help the Alliance army conquer the south and reduce some future resistance... But His Highness Shulot must be protected! By the way, there is also a team of 20 shadow guards who are coming..."

"Okay! I have already contacted the Zapotecs... Then report to His Highness the Prophet. Three days later, a sacred funeral will be held in front of the Zapotec's valley entrance camp!..."

The sun rose three times, and the altar for sacrifice was built again. Two thousand Alliance warriors, wearing armor and holding spears, guarded the high altar and looked vigilantly to the east.

Two or three miles to the east is the end of the narrow valley, the valley entrance camp in the Oaxaca Valley. At this moment, hundreds of Zapotec warriors stood on the simple wooden wall, clustered and looking west. More than 30 envoys from various Zapotec tribes, all wearing bird feathers and feather clothes, stood under the altar with complicated eyes.

The morning sun, with the orange color of the bonfire, gave the living and the dead a warm glow. More than 200 bodies of Zapotec nobles and warriors were wrapped in battle clothes and lined up in an open area.

The Zapotec envoys had checked the identities of these bodies. Some cried, some prayed, and some took the teeth and hair of the dead and carefully packed them in cloth bags. Of course, more bodies were unrecognizable and unclaimed, like wandering souls without a home. The war priests of the alliance chanted the name of God and sprinkled the "twenty flowers" (Cempohualxochitl, that is, marigolds) on these bodies one by one, which was a symbol of death, as a comfort before burial.

At this moment, the Mexica Alliance and the Zapotec Alliance, which were originally at war, rarely maintained peace. The most important thing in life is "death". In this tribal era where life and death are valued more than anything else, for the Central American tribes who believe in gods, nothing has ever been more important than a sacred funeral to lead the soul!

Even after the funeral, the two sides will fight each other and fight to the death... But during the funeral, if a tribe uses swords, it is a violation of the gods and will be despised by all tribes!

To ​​a certain extent, this is an ancient consensus that is still maintained in the Central American world, just like the Zhou Li in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Perhaps, this ancient consensus is also a kind of cornerstone of "unification of the world". In contrast, the disputes between countries in the Old World, especially between different civilizations, have long been in the brutal fight. In order to win, they have broken through this "ridiculous" bottom line and entered a more jungle jungle...

"Ye nechca xochitl xochic, icelihui cuicatl. Amo huel tlaltikpak tlapani huey chimalli!..."

"In the land of flowers, songs surround the gods. The great shield should not destroy the holiness of the earth!..."

In the eyes of thousands of warriors and tribesmen, Xiu Luote recited poems in Nahua and walked step by step from the altar. This funeral was prepared for the Zapotec people. He also carefully prepared a set of Zapotec-style sacrificial clothes for the gods according to the costumes of the Zapotec priests. As soon as he appeared, the Zapotec envoys were all startled. Many people looked at him for a moment and bowed their heads in awe.

"Ah! The two semicircles of the sun, the messengers of the gods on the road of light!..."

"Hiss! The sacred palms! Holding the sacredness of the six directions!..."

Xuluot did not look sideways, and stepped onto the altar step by step with steady and slow steps. He wore an extremely tall obsidian feather crown, and the bird feathers that were more than one meter long stretched out to both sides, forming a bright curtain of the "upper semicircle", like a "colorful palm tree" on his head. He wore layers of sacrificial clothing, and behind him were feathers of various colors hanging down, dotted with small gold ornaments of strange styles, forming a "lower semicircle" of flashing golden light, like carrying a "golden turkey" on his back.

The most unique and weird thing is that the arms of his sacrificial clothing have four additional "tiger claws" inlaid, which bring the "magic" of six hands rotating in his gestures! In fact, this is also the divine costume of Zapotec priests, but Zapotec priests prefer to use real and more terrifying "human hands"...

"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He is the highest and greatest, commanding mountains and rivers, controlling forests and valleys, from the continuous Mexican plateau to the endless clouds... One hand of his is burning heavenly fire, and the other hand is majestic thunder. When he opens his bloody eyes and looks at the land in the clouds, the sun has arrived!..."

"God has arrived! He is watching you and me!!"

Xuluot chanted loudly, his arms slowly opened and closed, and the six "palms" danced alternately, like the rotation of gods. You know, this set of shocking "god costume" weighs sixty or seventy kilograms. At the moment, it is heavy on him, and being able to turn his arms is the biggest movement he can make. Moreover, this ritual will last for half a day, and ordinary priests can't do it at all...

"Aiya! Aiya!..."

As Shulot sang, twenty war priests danced together, shaking the southern style wooden bells. Their attire was still in the style of the Alliance priests. After all, except for the "prophet of divine revelation", no one dared to be so "heretic"...

"O bright sun! He shines on the earth, the world, and all the descendants of the Jiao people! I would like to pray for the Zapotec warriors who died in the battle. They gave their lives and sacrifices for their tribe and ancestors. The vitality of blood..."

"O merciful Lord God! I am willing to lead their heroic souls to the Kingdom of Lord God, away from the cold abyss! This is their destination and the peace they deserve, just like those brave Alliance warriors..."

The new sacrificial inscriptions echoed in the heaven and earth, the expressions of the war priests were stiff, and even the sacrificial dance slowed down. But the Zapotec man's expression gradually changed. They can understand the attire of the "prophet" on the plateau, know the other party's divinity, and can barely understand the other party's Nahua language. And more importantly, they could feel the goodwill of this "prophet" and for the first time heard a "political declaration" from the powerful north on such a sacred occasion and in such a solemn form!

"O merciful and bright Lord God! He has already revealed it to me! The tribes in the clouds in the south are also descendants of the Jiao people like us. You, Zapotecs, are the lost brothers of our Mexica people, Compatriots of the separated tribes of Nava!…”

"The Lord God has already sent down a prophecy! He has chosen the Mexica people to re-create the unified world of the rubber people! From Tarasco in the lake to Tlaxcala in the valley, from Chichimec in the wilderness to the mountains Otomi, from Huastec in the swamps to Totonac on the seaside, from Tecos in the mountains and rivers to Trapanic in the mountains and forests...and then from Mixtec in the clouds to finally you, the ancient Sasha Potek!…”

"The new era has arrived, and all the Nava tribes will be united! And all the descendants of the Jiao people will also return and be recast as the Jiao people! This is the guidance of the Lord God that cannot be violated, and it is the destiny that is destined to be realized. Destiny!…”

Xiulote's heart-shaking chant resounded before the valley entrance of Oaxaca, resounding in the ears of the living and the dead. At this moment, listening is the silence here, and singing is the only melody. No one can make a sound, and no one knows how to answer...

It wasn't until the long funeral came to an end and the final announcement floated down from the altar that everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. From the unimaginable future of human beings, they fell back into the present world of life and death.

"God bless you! The butterfly of your soul has flown away!"

"Bury it! The earth will accept everything, and life will turn into corn and emerge from the earth again~~"

"Finally, a new child will be born, in the name of Jiaoren!~~"

"Wow... Wow!..."

With the swing of the stone shovel, the new grave buried the "old body" and planted the "new seeds". That’s the “flower of the dead” of marigold, the cycle of death and rebirth. And when eighty days and nights pass, these "flowers of the dead" will bloom on the land full of life, like living tombstones.

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"Ancestor Witness! Thank you for the holy burial, Nahua Prophet from the northern plateau!"

The Zapotec envoys lowered their heads, either nervously or fearfully, and performed a formal ritual of worshiping a priest towards Xiulote without a mask. Then they said goodbye in a hurry, as if they were escaping, leaving the land where the dead were buried and the sight of the "Plateau Prophet".

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With a gloomy look on his face, Xiulote watched the Zapotecs' fleeing backs until they reached the Taniguchi camp in the east, and finally disappeared behind the wooden wall full of warriors. He just stood there motionless, looking deeply for a long time. It wasn't until the two war priests hurriedly climbed onto the altar, helped him slowly walk down, and then removed his "god's attire" from him... Only then did Shulot take a long breath, gradually recover from the loss of strength, and start to live again.

"Theocracy, burials and human hearts...the last unconquered Zapotec..."

As the sun sets, Shulot sets on his way home. Today he had his first encounter with the Zapotec people on the edge of the Oaxaca Valley. And the day of reunion will not wait long. But when we meet again, there will be no peace today, and we must use the obsidian war stick, the flames of thunder, and blood and fire to decide the future of Jiaoren!

"And what's next? Yunshan City surrenders, and the main force of the Eastern Route Army goes west to have a decisive battle with the leader of Yunchen? Then, completely capture the last Shanhe City, destroy Mixtec, and divide the fertile land in Yunzhong?..."

Shulot thought silently until he reached the intersection in the mountains. Two messengers from the God King came through the night and whispered something... Then he suddenly frowned and said in a deep voice.

"The King of Gods wants to reward military achievements, punish rout, and then ask me to divine the outcome of prison?...Who is there?..."

The messenger thought for a moment, looked around, and whispered three names.

"God bless you! Dear prophet, I dare not hide it from you... The military merits are awarded to the commander of the legion, Quakehu, and the officers of the royal legion. The ones to be rewarded and promoted are the captain of the guard, Turquoise, and those who survived the ambush. As for the Broken Hair Guards, there were several great nobles who finally divined the verdict... The highest-ranking among them was Izel, the leader of the Mountain Clan..."

Note: The Easter Egg Chapter is a Zapotec-style statue costume.