Aztec Eternals

Chapter 513: Obedience and Life and Death

Outside the tent, the warriors sang happily and bamboo flutes played. There was a civil war in the tent before the dance took a break, and the smell of wine was fragrant. The king asked with a smile, and all the generals were awed and fell silent for a moment.

"Sing and dance."

The four city-state army commanders looked at each other, their expressions a little unnatural. They each occupy one side and are the most noble and honorable nobles in the city-state. They each hold real power in the local area and have no say in the state. It can be said that they are the real masters of each country. They always watch others dance and almost never dance for others.

The city-state leaders were quiet for a while, feeling a little dissatisfied. According to the oldest tradition of the alliance, the king of Mexica is the Great Tratoani, and they are all small Tratoani, which is the difference between the big and small leaders in the tribal alliance, rather than the strict monarchs and ministers of the Celestial Dynasty.

Especially the elder "Sourwood" clan leader, Jotiko, a glorious nobleman from Tepanikapan. He is in his fifties or sixties and has controlled the city-state for twenty years. He is located in the distant Sourwood City all year round. The last time I danced for His Holiness was eleven years ago, on his 80th birthday. But that is the immortal sun, the great man who shaped the alliance, and the heroic spirit who lives in this world!

"The king of the capital and the leaders of the states"

Chief Priest Petel narrowed his eyes and thought silently like an old fox. Looking at the situation in the tent, he gained a deeper understanding of the distribution of power within the Mexica people.

"Okay! Dear King, I am the youngest and dare to sing and dance for you first!"

After a moment of silence, Izel was the first to get up. With a smile on his face, he saluted the king, looked at the other three captains, and walked to the center of the tent. Then, holding a bladeless stick in one hand and a shield in the other, he danced the mountain family's ritual dance.

"Ah! majestic and towering mountains,

You are the throne where the God of War dwells!

You are radiant, with a glacier-gleaming forehead,

You are calm and heavy, with a body standing upright from mountains and rocks,

You are indestructible, with thighs like granite,

You have been blessed by God and have a heart heavy with gold and stone!

You are the glory of the mountain family,

An ancient and heroic soul.

And at this moment, you lower your head slightly,

Salute to the King who rules over all,

That is the blessed King of Mexica!

"

Hearing this, the remaining three city-state army commanders lowered their eyes and cursed secretly in their hearts. Izel actually dedicated the sacrificial songs and dances of the mountain family to the king! This not only represented complete surrender, but also put them all on the fire.

"good very good!"

Avitt stood up and praised with satisfaction.

"Izel of the Mountain Family is a truly glorious warrior! He captured the feathered serpent city lord alive, which was the first achievement in this battle! Come, let's raise a toast together to celebrate the warrior!"

".Congratulations to the king, congratulations to the warriors!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the complex-tasting wine. Izel smiled and returned the greeting to everyone, then glanced at the other three city-state leaders before turning back and sitting down.

".Dear King, you lead us to capture the feuding city-state! Please allow me to dance for you!"

After a while, Reed Clan Chief Xintel stood up for the second time. He was from the Atotonilca state in the northeast, and his family had been fighting with the nearby Tlaxcala people for generations, and the hatred was deepest. And Avit led the army to the east, destroying everything along the way and killing countless old enemies, which was regarded as avenging the entire city-state.

".I hear the song of the reeds,

On the hills at sunrise and sunset,

In the swamp where water and sky meet!

I drink the bloody river water,

Drink deeply what is not drinkable.

Then I will go to the battlefield,

Fighting for loyalty to the king,

Die for glory and the Lord God!

"

Xintel finished singing leisurely, danced a sad sacrificial dance with swaying reeds, and then bowed his head in salute to the king. The look on his face was respectful and sincere.

"Okay! The Reed family is the descendant of the gods in the northeast of the alliance, and they are loyal subjects of the royal family! Come, Xintel, have a drink with me!"

After carefully looking at the other person's expression, Avitt nodded with satisfaction and took a big gulp of the wine.

During the Eastern Expedition, the royal army passed through Atotonilke State, shocking the whole country. Coupled with the victory over the important northern town of Tlaxcala, the local nobles in the city-state were completely conquered by the royal center. Next

".I heard the wild wind between the cliffs and the woods!

I fought in the windy wilderness until my chest was torn!

You will see my beating heart and my vitality flowing

It has long been prepared to dedicate it to the faith of the Lord God and to the invincible king! "

Paqiao, the glorious nobleman and leader of the "Xiajin" clan, stood up and performed a family ritual dance. Afterwards, he bowed to the king, drank all the water and wine, and then retired calmly.

"The invincible king."

Avitt raised his eyebrows slightly, drank a drink, and his mind changed. The leader of the "Xiajin" clan performed a family sacrificial dance to praise the Lord God, and was quite obedient. Of course, this kind of obedience requires the king to have great martial arts skills. He moved his eyes and fell lightly on the elder god descendant, the leader of the "Sourwood" clan Jodiko.

The situation was such that Jodiko had to stand up slowly and salute the king. He took off his feather crown, revealing his gray hair, pursed his lips, and picked up the heavy wooden stick with both hands. Instead of holding a shield, he danced a fierce dance of maquavit. This is not the sacrificial dance of the Sourwood family, but the fighting dance of the warriors.

".The war club swings with obsidian glory!

A brave warrior will fight for honor.

Like an eagle and like a tiger. Like jade and stone.

Fight! Fight! Fight to the end of the sky!

Until the obsidian wears away, until the war stick breaks,

Until I shed endless blood,

Give back to the God who gave me life!

"

After singing the song, Jotico bowed slightly and drank a glass of tequila, showing a certain degree of obedience.

"Yes. Not bad! Although the Sourwood Chief is old, he is still strong and strong. He deserves to be an outstanding warrior in the west!"

Avitt kept his expression, smiled and praised, and drank a glass of wine with Jotiko. At the same time, in his heart, he silently put an end to Jodiko's fate.

"Well, it's time to replace the Sourwood Family with a patriarch during this Eastern Expedition."

After the four legion commanders finished dancing, the atmosphere in the tent became cheerful and lively again. The generals toasted to each other and sang enthusiastically, full of warrior masculinity and confidence. During this Eastern Expedition, the old enemies, the Tlaxcalans, were beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back and could only huddle in the city to defend themselves. This was really exciting. The great Mexican Alliance will surely win and conquer the East in one fell swoop!

The night fell and dispersed, and it was dawn before I knew it. All the generals had been drinking for a long time and were already deeply drunk. At the end of the banquet, Avitt raised his staff high, looked around at the drunken generals, laughed and shouted.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the ancestors! The Eastern Campaign will be victorious. This is God's declaration! Roar!"

"Ho, praise the king! Ho, we will win the Eastern Campaign! Ho Ho!"

The generals responded loudly, howling like wild beasts. The banquet ended, and the fun dispersed in an instant. And the flames of the Eastern March will not stop and will burn throughout the entire valley until the ancestral land of the Tlaxcala people and the remaining three snake cities are destroyed!

Soon, silence fell in the big tent. The dawn light penetrated into the big tent, bringing a faint light, like a faint hope of life. Patel, the chief priest of Cholula, sat by the fire, looking at the dim light from the ceiling, thinking repeatedly in his heart.

Avitt sat up straight and drank a glass of honey water given by Gillim, the drunkenness dissipated in his eyes. Then, he looked at the chief priest who was waiting on the other side of the fire and asked calmly.

"Petel, when will the holy city of Cholula surrender?"

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