Chapter 379 Dinner in the Military Camp

The moonlight was pale, the night was low, and large bonfires were raised inside and outside the school grounds, dispersing the shadows of the mountains. The king held a banquet in the military camp to entertain the great nobles of the south.

The vast school grounds were filled with flames. The warriors sat in different small circles according to the camp, cooking daily food. In the center surrounded by everyone, there was a particularly bright bonfire, which was the large circle of kings and nobles.

Shulot was sitting at the top, surrounded by a dozen armored guards. Even though it was a night banquet, he did not take off his armor. The nobles sat down at the bottom, and their personal guards were driven away. Outside the large circle, there were hundreds of elite warriors standing in awe, each wearing bronze armor and holding spears, silently killing.

"I returned from the northern expedition and led the army southward with the intention of reorganizing the south."

The king spoke calmly, his eyes like sharp knives scanning the people in front of him. There was silence in the field, only the words of the king.

"You are all great nobles in the southern part of the kingdom, inherited from the old Tarasco dynasty. You are willing to obey the summons and come here to see me. After all, you still have some loyalty and awe."

The firelight flickered, illuminating the restless faces of the nobles. The king smiled lightly and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"In that case, I will hold a banquet in the camp to entertain you! Praise the Lord God!"

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Majesty!"

Hearing this, the nobles exhaled softly, looked slightly relaxed, and responded with smiles. However, when the warriors brought the food and placed it in front of the nobles, everyone became quiet again.

Old Crow Sitley looked at the pottery bowl and cup in front of him with a look of astonishment. There were only two pieces of hard corn tortillas in the earthenware bowl, a spoonful of stale black bean puree, a few slices of cooked kidney beans, and not even a piece of meat. In the pottery cup was turbid fruit wine, which smelled sour and turned out to be a mixed wine consumed by common people.

"This this"

Even the personal servants of great nobles disdain to eat such food. The last time Sitli had such a meal was thirty years ago when the Tekos barbarians invaded. He looked up at the king and saw that the king's face was as usual and he was eating pancakes.

Gulamo glanced at the food in front of him, and the gloom on his face flashed away. Then, he lowered his head to hide his expression, grabbed the tortilla and started to eat it. Next to him, Medina was wearing a black robe and a veil, looking at the meal blankly. She had just recovered from the terrible roar of the copper beast, and now she was very hungry. However, when she looked at the crude food in front of her, she had no desire to eat it.

"Medina, you have to dance later."

Gulamo glanced at his daughter coldly and ordered in a low voice.

"eat!"

The girl's body trembled, she lowered her head obediently, and ate the cooked beans, like an obedient deer.

Shulot scanned the crowd and paused for a moment. He had already noticed the veiled woman and could probably guess Gulamo's plan, but he didn't take it seriously at this time. After looking around, he asked with a smile.

"What, not to your liking?"

Old crow Sitley opened his mouth, but did not dare to make any sound. The nobles in the field looked at each other, but no one spoke. Only Gulamo raised his head and answered with the same smile.

"Your Majesty, although these corn tortillas are thick and hard, they are very filling. Although the black bean puree is old, it is well preserved. And the kidney beans are cooked extremely well and there is no risk of poisoning. I have eaten such food before, and it was the best time to go on an expedition. A feast for the warriors! Your majesty treats us with the courtesy of a warrior. I am extremely happy! Praise your majesty!

"Oh? Yes, this is exactly what the warriors eat when they go to war."

Shulot looked at Gulamo in surprise. The other party's appearance was quite handsome, his demeanor was calm, and he had an elegant temperament, which made him fond of him.

"I marched north for several months and went deep into the vast wilderness. It was extremely difficult to transport food. Most of the time, I ate meals like this with the warriors."

Hearing this, Gulamo showed respect and sincere admiration.

"Your Majesty is invincible and invincible in every battle. He is revered by warriors and worshiped by girls! Come on, let us raise a toast to Your Majesty!"

After saying that, he raised the pottery cup and drank the sour fruit wine in one gulp. The surrounding nobles looked at each other and raised their glasses in congratulations.

"Praise Your Majesty!"

Sitley grimaced, resisted the urge to vomit, and drank the water and wine with difficulty. He glanced at Gulamo with some envy, then at the veiled Medina, and sighed in his heart.

"This guy is as slippery as a snake, and he has such a beautiful daughter. I wonder if I will have to rely on him in the future."

"Very good!"

Xiuluo nodded and drank his own drink. Then, he lowered his head and continued to eat the food in the bowl. The nobles relaxed and worked hard to prepare for His Majesty's dinner.

Soon, the king finished his dinner, leaving a clean and empty bowl. Seeing the king stop, all the nobles also stopped one after another as if they had been granted amnesty.

Shulot pondered for a while. He glanced at the uneasy noble and smiled slightly.

"After dinner, the next step is to enjoy singing and dancing. Come, my warriors, dance for me!"

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

A uniform shout rang out from the surrounding armored warriors, causing the nobles to tremble. Then, the majestic war drums sounded. Hundreds of warriors, led by the shield guard Ters, raised their bronze spears and danced to the beat of drums on the outside! The warrior Tupa was wearing heavy armor, with a red bag tied around his waist, and he was banging his shield, right in the center where the nobles were sitting, singing loudly and heroically!

"Huha! Ouch! Hiss! Ah!

Jaguars run, wolves roar, green snakes dance, and goshawks fly high!

The heart of a warrior never has any fear!

I raised my obsidian blade and came to the battlefield,

I can't wait, I want to fight to the death!

Fighting, I am eager to die. I want to cut off your head and dig out my heart.

Let’s dedicate it to the supreme God together!

Remember, you must use an obsidian blade,

I also use an obsidian blade!

This is a battle dedicated to the Lord God,

Let us fight and die together!

Let us fight and die together! ! .”

This is a war song of the main god of Mexica, which has been passed down in the alliance for a long time and is usually sung before a war. Senior Mexica warriors are devout in their beliefs, kill with ease, and have no fear of life or death. They grew up in the war and were always surrounded by death. When they sang this song, they naturally had a shocking momentum!

Listening to such a song full of murderous intent, Sitley's hands and feet trembled, and he once again felt the urge to urinate. He lowered his head, shouting crazily in his heart.

"Damn it! Terrible Mexica barbarians! Terrible barbarians!!"

Next to him, Gulamo stared at this strange song and dance art with his eyes wide open. The warriors waved their spears, marched in neat steps, their armors were clanging, and their murderous intent was everywhere. Their movements are refined, concise and powerful, just like a real battlefield fight!

"What a beautiful art! The art of killing! This is a war dance that only warriors who have survived a hundred battles can dance!"

Gulamo murmured to himself, sincerely admiring. Then, he looked coldly to the side and said to the trembling Medina.

"Raise your head and look at His Majesty."

Medina bit her lower lip, raised her head, revealing moist eyes. She looked at His Majesty above. He was the leader of the warriors, the majestic God of Death, and the cruel king of barbarians.

The warrior's spear was dancing just two steps away, as if it could be thrust out at any time and kill everyone present. The southern nobles were trembling and could barely hold on until the end of the song and dance. Then Tupa opened the bag on his waist, took out a blood-stained head, stepped forward and presented it to the king.

"Your Majesty! This is the head of the hereditary noble Yorodira! Dedicated to you, my supreme sun!"

Shulot looked calm. He took the head, glanced at it, and nodded. Although Yorodila was killed by artillery fire, his face was still roughly intact.

"This is the fate of the rebels! Someone, pass it on and let the nobles check it one by one!"

Fresh heads were passed among the nobles present. Everyone's hearts were filled with fear, and a cowardly noble even fainted on the spot. Seeli looked at Yolodila's horrified expression before she died, and sadness arose in her heart. He tremblingly handed the head to Gulamo, who glanced at it lightly and then handed it to Medina.

Medina's limbs trembled and her body became weak. At this time, a low and cold word came to her ear.

"Remember, Medina. If you don't succeed, this will be your fate. It's also our family's fate. The Mexicans are so cruel."

Hearing this, the girl bit her lip hard. She passed the head down in her hand, looked at the red color in her hand, a strange flush gradually appeared on her face, and smiled charmingly. At this moment, it was as if a soul that had been suppressed for many years awakened in her body.

"I know, father. I know what happened to mother."

Gulamo was stunned. For the first time in many years, Medina called him father. However, the current situation does not allow for slow thinking. The king's words have been heard again.

"Everyone, after eating the dinner of the warriors, we also enjoyed the singing and dancing of the warriors."

Shulot looked at the awe-inspiring expressions of many nobles and smiled with satisfaction. he said loudly.

"Next, we should talk about the fiefdoms in the south."

"His Majesty."

The moment the king's words paused, Gulamo suddenly stood up. The warriors on the periphery immediately raised their spears and pointed them at the leader of the Zicao clan. Surrounded by spears, he bowed respectfully and suggested with a smile.

"The dance of the warriors was extraordinarily heroic and unforgettable. Your Majesty entertained us so warmly, and according to etiquette, we should reciprocate."

Then, Gulamo reached out and pulled down Medina's veil. A beautiful face appeared in front of everyone. Seeing her, the nobles in the field let out low voices, with admiration and admiration in their expressions.

"Rose Beauty, the most beautiful girl in the South, Medina!"

Hearing this, Shulot raised his brows and stared at the beautiful girl. Those bright eyes are like water, and when she smiles, she is infinitely charming.

The king was slightly absent-minded and pondered for a moment. He wanted to refuse, but when he opened his mouth, he said the same thing.

"Can!"