Chapter 494 Death in Shuigu City

The remaining fire burned in Shuigu City, rising into curls of black smoke. On the temple pyramid in the center of the city, there are traces of blood that have not yet dried up. This was the end of the last resistance of the Tlaxcala warriors. Around the pyramid, the residences of the hereditary nobles were full of marks from axes and sticks, as well as fallen male corpses.

The main road that runs through the city is divided into two sections with different colors. One section is charred black after being burned by fire, and the other section is dark red after blood has solidified. In the middle of the two ends, there are broken spears, bent arrows, broken leather armor, and stumps that have not been cleaned.

There was deathly silence everywhere, occasionally mixed with distant shouts. After an unknown amount of time, a small group of more than ten warriors appeared from the north side of the main road and slowly walked south. The leader was a Mexican warrior captain, followed by three or four Prepecha warriors, and behind them were six or seven lightly-armed canine warriors.

In the middle of the team, there was a thin old man wearing a feather crown and a gorgeous robe. He was protected in the center by more than a dozen warriors, and he was also faintly detained in the center. He stared at the post-war scenes along the way, his eyes passing by the familiar buildings, but they were not at all what he remembered. He thought of the prosperity of Shuigu City in the past, and the uneasiness and fear came to his heart, which turned into a silent sigh on his lips.

"Savage Mexica barbarians!"

"Dear Vizier Priests and Elders, let's go this way!"

The Mexican warrior captain looked respectful, turned sideways, and pointed in another direction.

"When the city fell, there was a fight on the road ahead, and hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors died. There has been no rain in the past few days, and the blood on the ground is sticky and sticky to the feet."

"Well. Praise the God of War! I'm done."

The vizier smiled kindly and nodded. He didn't want to get his cotton boots dirty either.

A gust of breeze blew, and the rich smell of blood hit the ground, along with a bit of the stench of corruption. In the hot spring, corpses are always prone to decay.

The noble priests and elders of the Holy City were stunned. They narrowed their eyes and looked at the sticky blood in front of them. He didn't speak, just pursed his lips and carefully followed the footsteps of the samurai captain, walking down another path.

The path winds through low stilt huts and leads to the city gate in the south. This is an ordinary civilian area, usually populated by a large number of low-level moth people. But at this moment, Wezier looked around and saw that most of the huts were empty, with no human beings in sight, only scattered blood stains.

Wezier felt a chill in his heart and lowered his eyes. He continued walking in silence, but the canine warriors on both sides looked curious and looked at this thin but noble "tribal priest" from time to time.

"Huh? He doesn't seem to be able to fight at all. So, if he can't even fight a wolf, can he still be the priest of a large tribe?"

"Hush! Maybe he can use some powerful spells to release thunder or fire. Hmm. I can also smell the smell of herbs from his body."

"Herbal medicine? Is he a witch doctor?"

"No way. He doesn't seem to be used to it when he smells blood."

"What? Are there any tribal priests who are afraid of blood?"

Wezier lowered his head slightly, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart. Facing a holy holy city priest and elder, the canine barbarians on both sides showed no respect in their eyes. They even pointed and whispered, almost spitting on his priest's robe.

"Ignorant barbarians, irreverent canine descendants!"

The Vizier cursed inwardly. However, when the anger passed, inexplicable fear surged into his heart, making him tremble vaguely.

"There are so many savage northern canines among the legions under the Temple of Death?"

"Okay! Dear Vizier Priest Elder, let's get out of the city from here!"

The Mexican warrior captain smiled, pointed to the south city wall not far away, then pointed to the open south door, and said proudly.

"It's here! The heavily armored warriors wielded their big axes, broke through the city, and captured the south city of Shuigu City! The fighting at that time was extremely fierce. On this city alone, more than a dozen Tlaxcalans were killed. A hereditary noble!"

Hearing this, Wezier was slightly stunned and looked at the city wall not far away.

From bottom to top, the entire bluestone city wall was almost blackened by the flames. And in the burnt black, there is a dark red after the blood has been evaporated. Near Nancheng, most of the wooden buildings had been burned down, leaving only some dilapidated walls and ruins, recording the bloodshed and cruelty of the war. If you look carefully, you can even see that the solid stone wall has pits and gaps, which should be the result of being bombarded by those copper cannons.

"The seemingly solid Shuigu City turns out to be so vulnerable."

After a few breaths, Wezier regained his composure and answered with a forced smile.

"Blessed by the God of War! What a glorious battle."

"Haha! The supreme God will always protect our Mexica Alliance and promise us the world!"

Hearing the praise from the elders of the Holy City, the warrior captain burst out laughing with pride on his face. Then he held the sun amulet around his neck and prayed devoutly.

"You must believe in my god Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme and powerful and omnipotent! He gives us sunshine and rain, harvest and food!"

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Wezier bit his lip and lowered his head to hide the changing expression on his face. Strong anger arose in his heart, mixed with an increasingly obvious uneasiness.

"Such a prayer! Where do you place the Nahua gods?!"

"Elder, look!"

After praying, the warrior captain's expression became friendly, and he looked at the vizier as if he were looking at one of his own. He led everyone to the dark red south city wall, pointed to the city gate with a smile, and said to the respected elders of the Holy City.

"In order to show the glory of the pioneer warriors and spread the glory of the Supreme God, the brave Commander Black Wolf personally ordered that the heads of the Tlaxcala nobles be hung on the city gate!"

"ah!"

Wezier raised his eyes and glanced at it, but he could no longer suppress the shock and fear in his heart! He let out a shaky breath.

"This! This! These descendants of gods are all..."

"Yes! They are all divine descendants among the Tlaxcala people. I even killed one with my own hands! He held it in for a long time before he died. He couldn't even say a word, let alone leave a moving poem."

Thinking of the god he killed a few days ago, the warrior captain shook his head in disdain. Then, with a look of appreciation, he pointed to the old man's head hanging in the front. The leader stared angrily and opened his mouth, showing a pair of white teeth, as if he was still roaring.

"Look! The one at the front is Akotel, the leader of the Water Snakes! He is really a warrior who dares to die. He pierced his own heart with his own hands and released the bound soul in his heart, Tayolia! Such a warrior, Even if he is an enemy, he will definitely go to the kingdom of the Lord God! Moreover, before he died, he left two poems about warriors!"

"Acotel, a poem before his death?"

For some reason, the Wezier's voice became hoarse and his words stuttered. He stared blankly at the heads of his old acquaintances, and the memories of talking and laughing with each other came to his mind, giving him a real death threat that he had not felt for a long time!

"Yes! Let me think about it, what is it?"

The warrior captain scratched his head and looked at the pale-faced elder of the Holy City. He thought for a while and then smiled brightly, showing his sharp yellow teeth.

"The water snakes will swim in the sky and the black snakes will sink in the abyss of the earth! The distant ancestors will take my soul away, but the gods who are so close can't save you!!"

"ah!"

Wezier let out a low cry, his feet no longer stable. He looked up at the death at the top of the city, staggered and fell on the blood. Then, he stretched out his hand and tried to stand up on the ground, but his hand was full of bright red!