Chapter 508: Siege of Quetzalcoatl City, Its Fall and Captivity!

The warm wind of May blows from the southeastern sea, bringing the first rain of the rainy season. Over the past few days, Feathered Serpent City has been attacked by four city-state legions in turn, gradually losing blood. At this moment, the Mexica Legion was dispatched in large numbers, and all the royal family and city-state warriors wore armor and climbed up, attacking the four city walls at the same time. The feathered serpent city, which is known as a strong city, has reached the final moment.

The sun in the sky was obscured by clouds, casting a broad shadow, dimming the mountains and forests in the surrounding fields, and also dimming the fighting city. The scattered raindrops fell from a distance, soaking the inside and outside of the city wall where the corpse lay, and merged with countless fresh blood stains, no longer distinguishable from each other.

"Praise the Lord God! Fight for God and kill the Tlaxcalans!"

"God of the Hunt! We are dedicated to Him, right here, fighting to the death with the Mexica!"

"Swish swish!."

"Bang! Bang, bang!"

Fierce shouts of killing came from the walls on all sides, mixed with whistling arrows and fierce spear throwing. The warriors on both sides fought selflessly, waving their weapons desperately and attacking the enemies who were fighting at close range.

The close combat was so cruel, the intact body was quickly broken into pieces, and warm life flowed everywhere. And on the narrow city top, there are more and more white-gold armored figures, like an irresistible tide, gradually breaking through the flesh and blood embankment and submerging the remaining black on the city wall!

The feathered serpent warrior in black armor howled, slashed, and hit the solid bronze armor, and was then mercilessly killed by the opposite copper axe. The Tlaxcala warriors were struggling desperately, but their numbers were getting smaller and smaller.

In front of the hard-to-kill Mexican bronze-armored warriors, hundreds of ordinary militiamen are beginning to collapse. They threw down their simple stone spears and hunting bows, turned around and ran away, howling, and even jumped off the top of the city in a panic, letting out dying screams!

"Ah! God of Hunting!!."

This is the cry of fear, the despair before death.

"It's broken! It's broken! The Feathered Serpent City is broken!!"

This is an excited cheer, an announcement before the killing comes.

"Huh! Ruthless Mother of Fate!."

Quehuiz, Lord of the Feathered Serpent City, climbed to the pyramid temple in the center of the city alone. He raised his head and stared at the cloud snake statue of the God of Hunting in the pattering raindrops. After a while, two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes, mixed with the fresh rainwater, but it was difficult to distinguish them.

"These are the tears of the Cloud Serpent, coming from high in the sky, and they are shed for the end of the Feathered Serpent City."

Quehuiz chanted in a low voice, with an expression that seemed to be crying or laughing. His voice gradually became too low to be heard clearly. And another voice sounded from under the pyramid, shouting like a madman.

"Damn it! Where is the Lord of Feathered Serpent City?"

Izel, wearing bronze armor and holding a hatchet, grabbed an old temple priest. He looked fierce, with eager eyes and murderous intent.

"Say! Is he in the temple?"

"To, the descendant of the supreme cloud snake has just gone up to the top of the temple!"

The old temple priest looked frightened and stammered before finally finishing his sentence.

"Dear Warrior of the God of War, I am willing to surrender to the God of War. Please spare me. Ah!"

After a scream, Izel lowered his blood-stained short axe, led dozens of mountain warriors, and eagerly climbed up to the pyramid.

If we can capture the Tlaxcala feathered serpent city lord, it will be a great achievement, even the first achievement of the Northern Route Army! And with such military exploits, he can secure his position as the leader of the mountain army and make the warriors in the country truly respect him!

"The cloud snake lowered its wings and transformed into a warrior holding a bow and arrow. He carried the bow on his back and headed east to find his son god. And the souls of the dead gods will also float to the east, to the distant lake."

Quehuiz stood at a height of tens of meters, looking at the mountains to the east. He held a long dagger in his hand and gently carved snake-like marks on the leather armor on his chest. The cold sharp edge pierced the skin of his heart, causing a real slight pain.

Like the Mexica, the Tlaxcalans also believe that the human soul is in the heart. And death that pierces the heart can release the soul and go to the Kingdom of God as quickly as possible

"Haha! I found you! Lord of Feathered Serpent City!"

Izel climbed to the top of the temple and saw Quehuiz wearing a feather crown at a glance. He was immediately overjoyed and immediately ran towards the opponent with a short ax in hand.

"This Mexica warrior, in accordance with the agreement of the Battle of Conghua, please allow me to die with glory! Give me time to drink a glass of water, and after reciting these lines, I will sacrifice myself."

"Ah? What? Lord of the City of Feathered Serpent, I can't hear your voice."

Izel lowered his hatchet with a confused look on his face. He slowly approached Quehuiz, as if to hear more clearly.

"Warrior, I want to sacrifice myself, please give me some time"

"ha!"

Izel came within five steps, suddenly shouted loudly, and rushed towards Quehuiz.

"ah?!"

Quehuiz subconsciously stabbed the long dagger, but it pierced the opponent's armor, making a "ding" sound as metal collided. Then, his right arm suddenly hurt, and he was hit by the back of the copper axe, and the dagger fell instantly! Then, his left arm was also hit and he completely lost the ability to resist.

"Haha! The Lord of Feathered Serpent City finally fell into my hands!"

Izel laughed loudly and pressed Quehuiz tightly under him. Then, several mountain warriors swarmed up and tied up the most precious divine captive.

"Hey! The promise of the Flower War? Glory's suicide?"

The Shanshan family curled their lips in disdain. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on the copper ax on Quehuiz's gorgeous battle clothes.

"Lord Quetzalcoatl, let me tell you! This era has changed! Don't struggle, don't seek death, just accept your fate. With your identity, you can enjoy yourself for the last time before the grand sacrifice of the capital in the lake!"

The cold voice with joy and raindrops from the sky fell on Quetzalcoatl's face. The Lord Quetzalcoatl closed his eyes in despair, retaining his last dignity. Soon, several mountain warriors ran out of the city, shouting like thunder and declaring loudly.

"Lord Quetzalcoatl Quetzalcoatl was captured by the brave mountain patriarch, the glorious noble Izel!"

"Lord Quetzalcoatl Quetzalcoatl was captured by the brave mountain patriarch, the glorious noble Izel!"

The loud shouts came all the way from the city and drifted far away. Hearing this terrible news, the remaining hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors howled and fell into complete despair. Some of them committed suicide, some charged towards the Mexica army, and some knelt down and surrendered. Thousands of militiamen defending the city also knelt down one after another, dropped their weapons, and waited for their fate.

"Good! Very good! Honorable noble Izel is recorded as the first meritorious hero of the battle of Quetzalcoatl City!"

On the high hill where the flag was erected, Avite heard the good news of the meritorious hero, and his face was full of smiles. The honorable noble who captured the enemy alive is much more meritorious than killing them! Because such prisoners are the favorite of the God of War and the sacrifice of the Glorious Alliance!

"Haha! Quetzalcoatl City has been broken, and the Lord of Quetzalcoatl City has been captured. Send a message to all legions! Surrender the prisoners in the city, and don't kill them wantonly!"

Avite laughed and ordered the guards to pass the message quickly. He laughed happily and stopped the killing in the city, but there was no mercy in his heart.

"The expansion of the sacred Great Temple has been completed. When I conquer the Tlaxcalans and return to the capital, there will be a grand tribute, an unprecedented grand sacrifice! And all the captured warriors and militiamen must be transported back to the capital, waiting for the day of the grand sacrifice!"

"Praise the Lord! Obey your will, the Supreme King of Mexica!"

The guards were excited and shouted. They saluted together and went to the various legions.

Avite straightened his back, stood on a high place, stroking the yellow sapphire scepter in his hand, and his eyes became deep.

Before going to the expedition, he had handed over his grandfather Montezuma's ruby ​​scepter to his beloved daughter Alisa. At this moment, the yellow scepter in his hand not only inherited the royal power of the Mexica royal family, but also condensed the divine power of the tribal priests.

After a moment, Avite smiled indifferently and looked up at the sky. The drizzle of rain fell from the sky, but it was a good spring rain, just in time for the spring plowing of the alliance!

"What a spring rain, with infinite vitality, falling on the fertile soil of Quetzalcoatl City and the territory of the Alliance!"

Avit said slowly, looking at the southern sky. Then, he looked serious and gave a cold order to his guards.

"Go, tell the messenger of the Holy City of Cholula, the priest leader Petel!"

"The northern line of the God's Pass and Quetzalcoatl City have all been conquered by the Alliance! Tonight, I will drink in the camp to celebrate, and ask the priest leader of the Holy City to dance for me to celebrate!"