Chapter 287 The Power of the God of War
With the continuous shouting and incitement of the Saka priests, the thousands of Ottopan defenders near the city wall became more and more noisy. The noisy sound waves spread, shaking up a group of birds in the mountains.
The agile song sparrows sensed the danger and flew high into the sky to watch. The two-legged beasts in the mountain city below were divided into two obvious groups, one group shouting in disorder, like a group of wolves gathered, and the other group was ready, like bears standing on the ground.
The battle seemed to be imminent. More than a thousand impulsive Ottomi warriors held bows and arrows and war sticks, gradually moving their feet and surrounding the king's flag at the city gate. Some people even waved their weapons, with red eyes, and shouted provocations at the Mexica.
Under the king's flag, five hundred bronze-armored guards occupied the gate of the mountain city and formed a tight defensive circle. Outside the circle were two hundred heavily armored jaguars. These elite and senior warriors were accustomed to fighting and had skilled combat skills. They could easily defeat enemies that were several times their own. They were wearing heavy armor and holding shields. Even when surrounded, they were still calm and their eyes were full of murderous intent. The inner layer of the circle was 300 medium-armored guards, who were also selected from the army. They were proficient in archery and martial arts, and could attack from far and near. At this time, the guards took out their longbows, put on bronze arrows, and were aiming at each other with the Otomi archers wearing cotton armor.
The Otomi priests in the city were also divided into two groups. Ort had more priests, who were loudly rebuking the surrounding Otomi warriors, causing most of the defenders to stay where they were. Although Saka brought fewer priests, they were younger and more aggressive. They shouted in the crowd, constantly inciting hatred and encouraging the warriors to move forward. The priests on both sides hated each other, cursed each other, and even got close to fight.
"Saka, you are crazy! Attack the alliance at this time? Are you going to destroy the Otomi people?!"
Ort stood firm and roared angrily at a distance of nearly ten steps. A dozen priests and guards hurried forward and protected the old priest behind them.
"Ort, you are old! The Otomi people need a strong leader to face everything with a strong and brave attitude and get a new life in the cruel world!"
Saka stood among the guarding temple warriors, protected by shields. He looked at the situation that was gradually getting out of control, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and murmured to himself in a low voice.
"Two mountain lions are fighting for the same forest. Those who give in will only die! I will never be a loser!"
The tribal meeting of Otopen has just begun. Tribal leaders from all over the country have gathered together to elect the military leader of the mountain city. The two warrior leaders of Otopen City, Nerpa and Giova, are competing fiercely for the leadership of the mountain city.
At this critical moment, the old priest Ort unexpectedly led the honorable His Majesty Mexica into the city without the permission of the priest group. His Majesty Mexica has always been close to Giova, which will inevitably have a decisive influence on the election of the military leader.
The situation was critical and unexpected. Saka acted decisively and encouraged the Otomi warriors stationed at the city gate to clash with the Mexica. The tribal leaders gathered in the center of the city, and no one came to restrain the warriors guarding the city at the bottom. As long as the Otomi warriors started fighting and both sides saw blood, the tribes of these warriors would have no way out! Whether it was to expel His Highness the Mexica or capture him, the situation in the mountain city would turn to the side that was beneficial to them!
The wolf flag fluttered, the armor rang, and the warriors were killing. Xiuluot pursed his lips, calm and composed, observing the situation in front of him.
Under the instigation of the priests on the opposite side, the situation was gradually falling into chaos. The king's eyes swept over the defenders of the city wall. Most of them shouted meaninglessly, the militia stood there with a blank look on their faces, and the warriors looked at the divided priest group hesitantly. The thousands of Otomi warriors who were closest to the city were affected by the hostile atmosphere in the field and approached with shouts.
The king frowned. He had five hundred of the most elite armored warriors in his hands, and he was fully capable of protecting himself even in the face of the impact of thousands of Otomi warriors. The Mexica warriors also occupied the position at the city gate and could retreat at any time.
"But once blood is seen, the situation will be difficult to calm down! This is not what I expect!"
Xuluot looked around. The Otomi people had no tribal leaders, but were in chaos instigated by the priests. They seemed to be boiling like soup, but they could be deterred.
"Bertard, remove the guards' shields and show my figure!"
"Your Highness?"
The warrior leader was a little worried.
"Remove the shield! I am wearing bronze armor, and the Otomi people's bows and arrows are not a big threat."
Soon, the guards put down their shields and spread out to the surroundings, revealing the king's shining armor in the center. Xuluot stood up, stood under the king's flag, and roared loudly.
"Black Wolf!"
"Here, Your Highness!"
"Plan ahead, blow the bone whistle!"
"As you command!"
Toltec stood at the forefront of the army in heavy armor. He raised the pale bone whistle, which was two hands long, to his lips, then puffed up his cheeks and blew it suddenly.
"Swish! Swish! Di! Swish! Swish! Di!"
The sharp notes suddenly sounded, and according to a specific melody, they sounded fiercely at the city gate. Black Wolf used all his strength, and the piercing whistle pierced through the clouds and spread far away, until it reached the bottom of the mountain city! The sound was so penetrating that it made people dizzy and all around quiet.
"Praise you! The Supreme Lord, the Sun God, the God of War Huitzilopochtli!"
Taking advantage of this brief break, Shulot raised the staff in his hand and chanted loudly to attract the attention of the Otomi people. He was shining with golden light, with his arms wide open, looking up at the sun. This is the action of a priest praying to the gods!
".The God of War holds the thunder and roars, showing his power!"
The king chanted loudly, his voice was high and clear, with a certain mysterious charm. Then, he slowly lowered his head and looked straight, and then suddenly pointed his staff forward.
".The God of War has come, the God has arrived!"
Seeing the solemn prayer of His Majesty Mexica, the approaching Otomi warriors suddenly stopped. In this era, the majesty of the gods is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the power of the gods seems to be everywhere. Thinking of the reputation of the "God of Death", the warriors waited anxiously for a moment, but nothing happened.
Xuluot pointed his staff forward, motionless, with a face like a god. The Otomi people stopped, looked at each other, and were silent for a while. After a moment, the Saka priest was the first to react. He roared angrily.
"The original god blesses the mountain city! This is the divine domain of the ancestor god Omet Oter! Warriors blessed by the gods, charge."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The shocking thunder exploded suddenly, like a wave of destruction, rising from the end of the sky, roaring all the way up, and submerging the entire mountain city. Thousands of Otomi defenders were terrified. They looked up, but there was no cloud in the sky, only the dazzling sun!
Hearing the familiar sound of wooden cannons, Xiu Luote's face did not change, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He silently counted four consecutive cannons, estimated the time, and waved the magic wand again, roaring angrily.
"War, God, Descend, Come!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Another four deafening thunders went straight into everyone's heart! Watching the prayer of His Highness and hearing the angry roar of the gods, the Otomi people present could no longer control the fear in their hearts and shouted in panic.
"Ah! Huitzilopochtli, the god of war!"
"The main god of the Mexica people bless them!"
"The incarnation of the gods, the god of death, Shulotel!"
The panicked voices were in chaos. The Otomi people in front of the army lowered their weapons and dispersed the encirclement. They retreated in panic, making meaningless shouts, not daring to look directly at the shining king. Soon, the Otomi warriors who participated in the Western Expedition shouted loudly.
"I have been to the battlefield in the south. This is the ritual of the Mexica Legion to summon the Thunder God! The magic to defeat the Tarasco people!"
The memories of the Western Expedition came to my mind one by one, and the roar of the river mouth fortress will never be forgotten. Looking at the black wolf flag, hundreds of Otomi warriors who participated in the Western Expedition knelt down one by one, prostrating themselves before the former marshal.
"Your Highness, blessed by God!"
Hundreds of warriors kept shouting, and thousands of Otomi defenders put down their weapons and lowered their heads in fear. Many Otomi militiamen even knelt on the ground and saluted the king, as if participating in a sacred prayer.
"Warriors, do not be afraid. This is the howl of the evil god, which cannot harm the people of the ancestor god."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After a pause of half a minute, the thunder that shook the world sounded again, interrupting the shouts of the Saka priest and making him unstable. In the roar of the gods, more and more Otomi people knelt down, and the faces of the warriors and militiamen were full of awe, and the priests present also looked terrified.
Watching this scene, the old priest had a complicated expression and remained silent. He had been paying attention to the changes of the Mexica people and knew that this thunder was not the power of the gods, but a new weapon. He had sent out many scouts, but he could never find out how to make this weapon.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The thunder sounded with a certain fixed pattern, two times in a round, four times in a round, and half a minute between each round. In fact, the Royal Guards brought a total of eight wooden cannons and a special artillery team on this trip north. This morning, the eight wooden cannons were loaded and ready at all times, waiting for the king's signal.
Xiuluot looked around again, nodded slightly, and maintained a godly posture. All the Otomi people put down their weapons, and the city walls were full of kneeling figures. The tribal leaders in the center of the mountain city were startled by the sound of the cannons and were rushing over from not far away. The leader was Giowa, who had narrow eyebrows and eyes and looked like a coyote.
"Black Wolf, blow the whistle!"
"Ding! Ding! Whoosh!. Ding! Ding! Whoosh!" The shrill whistle broke through the sky and spread far down the mountain, conveying new instructions.
The Otomi people were silent, looking at the radiant king. Xiuluot solemnly waved the staff, his voice was high, and chanted the final chapter of the prayer.
"Praise the Lord! The light of God covers the earth, and the power of God is everywhere! God is watching us!"
Giova came in a hurry with a large number of tribal leaders behind him. He looked around the situation in the field and looked at the old priest Ort.
The old priest nodded slightly. He made a salute gesture, raised the staff, and called out to the Otomies loudly.
"Praise the God of War! He is the sun god and the god of the Otomies!"
"Praise the God of War! Praise the Sun God!"
Giova shouted first, knelt down, and saluted the king's flag of Shulot. Behind him, the tribal leaders hesitated for a moment, and then knelt down to salute one after another.
"Praise the God of War! Praise the Sun God!"
The devout prayers came one after another, echoing in the majestic mountain city. With the arrival of the tribal leaders, the Otomies warriors bowed their heads, and the situation in the city was finally under control, and the roar of the gods no longer sounded.
Looking at the changing situation, Saka's face was pale. He stared at the king under the wolf flag, but could not see the young face under the bronze helmet. He only heard a final chant.
".The God has left!"
The rain fell in front of the window, and the thunder fell in the house. The cat fell on the bed, and the author had nowhere to hide. (>_<)When the mind is disturbed, the world becomes small. (_`)Dazed.