Chapter 511: Divine Object, the Wise Man's Ring of Eternal Life

"What? Let the priest leader Petel dance in the tent to congratulate the king and the generals?"

Hearing the king's words, the tent suddenly fell silent. The bright bonfire shone in the tent, illuminating the outlines of everyone's faces and outlining their different expressions.

Avitt looked at Cholula's priest leader with a half-smile. In the eyes of the generals, some were surprised, some were joking, some were full of pride, and only a few were looking at them plainly.

"this!"

Hearing this, the priest leader Petel suddenly widened his eyes, and anger surged in his heart.

He subconsciously clenched the priceless turquoise necklace around his neck, feeling the warmth of the divine object and suppressing the violent emotions. He is the leader of the Holy City and has been sitting on the throne for thirty years. Which city-state's god-born nobles, which tribe's priests and elders, have always been respectful to him and dare not show any slights to him? !

"Um?"

Avitt narrowed his eyes, looked at the priest leader in front of him, and asked coldly and dangerously.

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Ah this."

The king's unabashed murderous intent struck, and Petel shuddered. He looked around, looking at the armored Mexica generals, looking at those burly figures and fierce and dangerous faces. At this moment, Petel was like a fox alone among the jaguars. He felt his hands and feet trembling slightly, and his back... Cold.

"Dear King of Mexico."

Petel pursed his lips and lowered his head to greet the king, his thoughts racing.

"No, I can't dance this dance no matter what. Once I dance, the reputation of the Holy City of Cholula will be completely ruined!"

The chief priest was anxious. He racked his brains and began to procrastinate.

".I am old and my legs and feet are inconvenient. I can't"

Avitt had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand to hold the obsidian dagger at his waist, and asked coldly again.

"you are not willing?"

".Ah! The supreme king of Mexica who rules the world!"

Peter gritted his teeth and smiled respectfully. He bent down deeply, almost level with the ground.

"Last night, I suddenly dreamed of the God of War! He is towering, entrenched on the sacred Snake Mountain, passing down the will of the gods!"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Avitt raised his eyebrows. He stared at the old priest leader, still holding the unsheathed long dagger. All the generals in the tent opened their eyes with great interest, looking at what the old priest could say.

".The God of War is at the head of the gods, and his brilliance is truly unforgettable."

Petel stood up slightly, with memories on his face, as if he had actually seen the glory of the God of War in a dream. He remained calm and acknowledged the God of War's status as the main god, and then continued to praise him.

"The God of War told me that He had already predicted that His Majesty would capture the fortified Feathered Serpent City today! He blessed the Mexica people who were chosen by God, and also punished the lost Tlaxcalans. The war is destined to end with the victory of the descendants of the God of War! Because this is the will of the God of War and cannot be disobeyed!"

"Um"

Hearing this, the faces of the generals in the tent softened slightly. Most people nodded in agreement, believing in the blessing of the God of War.

A few days ago, Petel hurriedly traveled north from the Holy City, taking a low-key detour and hiding it from the Tlaxcala nobles along the way. Although the nobles of the Tlaxcala states have always been very respectful to him and often made offerings to him, but at this point when the overall situation is clear, those who should be abandoned must be abandoned decisively, and those who can be sold must be sold as soon as possible.

Then, Petel raised his head and looked at King Avite respectfully. His voice was booming and his face showed practiced piety.

"Supreme King, you are the descendant chosen by the God of War and the destined master of the world! The holy city of Cholula has been inspired by the gods and recognized you as sacred in the world. All the priests and elders are willing to spread the word to the world!. I also I am willing to use my little power to persuade all the lost Tlaxcalans to obey the divine!"

"Oh? Chosen by the God of War to be the lord of the world? To spread his fame and admonish all the ministries?"

Avitt narrowed his eyes again, thinking about the words of the leader of the Holy City, and the cold murderous intention gradually disappeared. After a moment, he suddenly smiled, looked at Petel's neck, and said meaningfully.

"Chief Petel Priest, the turquoise necklace around your neck seems to carry divinity and looks familiar to me."

"ah"

Peter was slightly startled, and his heart trembled.

In the mythology passed down for two thousand years in Mesoamerica, turquoise symbolizes wisdom and immortality. It is the most respected gemstone. As early as the era of the Olmecs, it was considered to have divinity. The turquoise necklace around his neck is called the "Ring of Eternal Life of the Wise Man". It is the most precious sacred object in the holy city of Cholula and has been passed down from the ancient Toltec Empire to this day!

".The Supreme King of Mexica, as the god-king chosen by the gods, you should wear the most precious divine objects and inherit the most ancient divinity!"

Looking at Avitt's narrowed eyes, Petel was secretly furious. He gritted his teeth and carefully took off the necklace from his neck.

"This turquoise necklace, called the 'Ring of the Wise Man', is a treasure that has been spread throughout the world since the Toltec era! It is composed of 20 turquoises the size of pigeon eggs. Each turquoise is extremely hard The best, each piece is smooth and delicate, showing the pure blue of the sky, symbolizing the blessings of the gods of the Kingdom of God!”

The firelight is bright, falling on the pure turquoise necklace, revealing the natural outline of the shallow lines, shining with a round, bright and moving luster!

Seeing this, the Mexica generals in the tent were all surprised. They were all from honorable noble families, so they naturally knew that turquoise of this grade was of such high quality that it was rare in the world! Even the lake gems with stable quality were two grades lower than it. And such a beautiful gem must be a sacred object inherited by various states, and it would never appear in the market!

"Supreme King, the 'Ring of the Eternal Life of the Wise' was made by the Toltec high priest five hundred years ago with divine inspiration. Afterwards, it was worn on the necks of the chief priests of the holy city for nearly five hundred years! The necklace contains immortal divinity and is full of the blessings of the gods."

Speaking of this, the chief priest Petel looked around at everyone with a sacred look on his face. Then, he took two steps forward, came to King Avit, slowly knelt on one knee, held up the necklace with both hands, and chanted as if worshiping a god.

"God King who is destined to conquer the world! You are the descendant of the Toltecs, and you have the most noble bloodline! Please wear this precious divine object, inherit the glory of the Toltecs, and rule the world forever!"

"Hmm, the Ring of Eternal Life of the Wise, the Toltec divine object that conquers the world"

Looking at the chief priest kneeling in front of him, Avit's mouth gradually bloomed with a smile. Although the Mexica claimed to be descendants of the Toltecs, in fact, everyone knew the origin of the tribe. And such a long-standing divine object can prove the theory that the alliance ruled the world.

"Haha! Chief Priest Petel, you are really a wonderful person!"

After a while, Avit laughed and looked very happy. The atmosphere in the tent was immediately relaxed. All the generals laughed. Then, the king reached out and took the priceless turquoise necklace, played with it for a few times, and threw it casually beside the seat.

"In that case, you can sit next to me and watch the generals dance!"

"Huh"

The chief priest, Petel, let out a long sigh, looked at the turquoise necklace with heartache, lowered his head, and carefully sat down next to the king. His back pressed against the sacrificial robes, and he felt a burst of damp heat, and then he suddenly realized that his body was already completely sweaty!