Chapter 517: Cold Sacred Mountain, Dark Red Dead Blood

The sacred mountain of Yanfeng towers into the clouds. The glaciers will not melt for thousands of years, and the cold pines will become forests for hundreds of years. And further down, there are steep cliffs, huge rocks, and pungent sulfur mines hidden among them, leading to an abyss that cannot be seen to the bottom.

Shulot was sitting on a volcanic rock holding the staff with the skull of the God of Death. He looked at the vast sky and the majestic mountains and rivers, his expression as calm as a sacred mountain.

This is 1,500 meters above Shuigu City and 3,500 meters above sea level. The mysterious and ancient Temple of Death is located behind the king. In front of the king, there is a vast basin, undulating mountains in the distance, and the holy city of Cholula visible in the distance, nearly a hundred miles away.

The priest and elder vizier lowered his head and sat beside the king. He carefully looked at the ancient temple and carefully guessed the reason why His Highness the Mexica chose to meet him here.

"Elder Vizier, this is the sacred mountain of Pocatepetl, and not far away is the ancient Temple of Death."

After a long time, Shulot spoke calmly with a smile on his face.

"The ancient volcanic God of Death is watching us here. It is here that I received the scepter given by Death. I prayed in front of the statue of Death and listened to the enlightenment of the ancient gods. He gave me the authority of the Tlaxcala people, and also Leave the holy city of Cholula to me!"

".Praise to Death"

Elder Wezier was silent for a while before he responded respectfully. He is the hereditary high priest of Cholula. He actually does not believe in any revelation from the God of Death or any authority given to him. However, in such a place full of divinity, he had to be careful to avoid offending the unknown and terrible. Elder Wezier thought for a moment and spoke cautiously again, trying to guide the topic.

"Your Highness, the power of the people of Tlaxcala is not so easy to hold on to!"

"oh?"

Shulot smiled and asked in a deep voice.

"I have an invincible army, I have the scepter of the noble God of Death, and I have also won the recognition of the people of Tlaxcala. How can I not hold on to the power?"

"Your Highness, people will be blinded by the appearance in front of them and cannot see the reality behind it."

The elder Wezier shook his head. He stretched out his hand, pointed at the pine forest in front of him, and answered calmly.

"Just like this forest! We see lush and beautiful scenery, but we don't know that the forest is full of deep pits and fissures. How can the people of Tlaxcala under the sacred mountain identify with the enemy who destroyed their families and annihilated their families?"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Shulot raised his eyebrows and his voice became cold.

"Tens of thousands of Tlaxcalans are plowing for me, and almost no one has fled. Isn't this a kind of recognition?"

"Your Highness, this is not recognition. The people of Tlaxcala have never recognized you."

The elder Wezier looked directly into the king's eyes and denied again.

"The Mexica Legion was capturing prisoners wantonly and scattered them across the southern land, killing them at every turn. The prisoners had no way to escape, were afraid of death, and had no food on them, so they had to immerse themselves in farming. In fact, this was just a result of fear. Obedience is just seeing a glimmer of illusory light in the darkness of despair and holding it in vain!"

".Darkness and Light."

Hearing this, Shulot remained silent. After a moment, he responded calmly.

"No, the light they saw was real. Everything they did was not in vain."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Elder Wezier was slightly startled. he asked tentatively.

"Your Highness, what will you do with these captives? Will they be sacrificed? Or will they be made into slaves?"

"It's neither a sacrifice nor a slave. At least, most people don't do it."

Shulot straightened his spine and confessed frankly.

"I want them to become the people of the Kingdom in the Lake!"

"Huh? This is not easy."

The elder Wezier looked surprised. He naturally knows that behind this sentence, it requires financial resources and manpower, and it requires overcoming people's hearts and conflicts.

"In the Kingdom of the Lake, there are Mexica people, Prepecha people, Otomi people, and Tecos people. I treat them all equally, ensure their food and clothing, and leave a way for them to rise."

Shulot responded with a smile and strong confidence.

"Now, I have enough patience and means to turn the Tlaxcala people into my people!"

"this"

Elder Wezier lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and then sighed sincerely.

"Your Highness, you have the mind of a king! Just like the creator of the Toltec Empire in myths and legends, you embrace the entire world!"

"The heart of a king?"

Shulot thought for a while and felt more favorable towards Wezier. he said with a smile.

"No, I just know how big the world is."

"Well, the world is so big that even with the might of the Teotihuacan Empire, it cannot be completely conquered."

Elder Wezier responded carefully and meant something.

"Your Highness, the Teotihuacan Empire colluded with the evil in the volcano and mastered powerful power! They conquered most of the world, two thousand miles from north to south, and more than three thousand miles from east to west! However, what will be their end? What about this? Even with the strength and prosperity of the Teotihuacan Empire, it would suffer the disaster of rapid destruction because of angering the gods. And the Mexica people today are different from the Teotihuacan people in the past! Bi, so what?”

"Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Shulot laughed. In ancient times, it was the most common sophistry technique. It was used by Chun Chu Yixin, who was very knowledgeable. The young king smiled and shook his head, his words full of confidence.

"Elder Vizier, I have received divine revelation, and I can see the past and the future! The Mexica are completely different from the Teotihuacans. And this era is completely different from the past!"

".Conquering the world is not only the mission of the Mexica, but also the great trend of the times! If this cannot be done, when the new era begins, there will only be destruction and death in the world!"

"Uh"

Hearing this doomsday prophecy, Elder Vizier frowned, pursed his lips, and did not speak for a long time. He felt very tricky. Although the Mexica prince was young, his will was extremely firm, and there was no loophole at all. After a while, he sighed, changed his way, and pleaded softly.

"Your Highness, the holy city of Cholula has been passed down from the Toltec era. It is the light of civilization in the world of Nahua! It has extraordinary significance in the hearts of people all over the world! Please keep a goodwill to respect God in your legions!"

"Oh? The light of civilization. Keep goodwill in people's hearts?"

Hearing these familiar words, Xiu Luote inexplicably wanted to laugh. He still shook his head and spoke his mind.

"In my opinion, keeping this so-called holy city is meaningless to the alliance!"

"Your Highness, you did not send the legion to attack the holy city directly. That means you have concerns and care about the significance of the holy city!"

Elder Weizier stood up and his words became a little tougher.

"All the tribes in the world worship the holy city of Cholula! Those who attack the holy city will lose the hearts of the people!"

"Haha, the hearts of the people?"

Shu Luote still smiled and asked lightly.

"The hearts of the people you are talking about, are they the hearts of priests, nobles, warriors, or civilians? If I don't attack the Holy City, can I get these hearts of the people?"

"Your Highness! You..."

"It would be best if there is only one Holy City in the world!"

Xuluot's expression turned cold and he answered sternly.

"I restrained my legions and did not attack the Holy City directly. I was just waiting for a suitable excuse! Or, a satisfactory answer!"

"Hmm? Satisfactory answer?"

Elder Weizier lowered his head, thought for a moment, and decided not to beat around the bush. His eyes were bright and he asked in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, when the wind meets the clouds in the right place, it will become the spring rain at this time, bringing vitality to the earth! What is the answer that can satisfy you?"

"Well, the Holy City of Cholula is far away from the Kingdom of the Lake, and I don't have to attack it. You have preserved the precious heritage of the Toltecs, and perhaps you can make greater contributions in many aspects!"

Xuluot thought carefully for a while before answering. He did not know the specific situation of the elders of the Holy City, but only calculated according to what the Alliance and the Kingdom saw.

".However, the premise of all this is that you must hand over your independent financial power, military power and divine power, and obey the arrangements of the royal family and the high priest group! You must integrate into the alliance and serve the great cause of the Mexica people to conquer the world!"

".Hand over independent power and obey the arrangements of the alliance?"

Hearing this, Elder Weizier's expression was a little bitter. He gritted his teeth and asked tentatively.

"Your Highness, don't you want to dominate the world? The elders of the Holy City are willing to support you as long as you leave us a way out. In the future, if the alliance changes..."

"Huh?! Elder Weizier!"

Xuluot's face turned cold, and he stared at the thin old man in front of him sternly. All his good feelings disappeared in this sentence.

"Such a despicable joke, I never want to hear it again!"

".Yes, Your Highness."

Elder Weizier looked at the cold eyes of His Highness and could no longer speak. After a long while, he sighed helplessly and had to use the last tactic of procrastination.

"Your Highness, we have a lot of sincerity about the future of the Holy City and the Alliance. In addition to the old man who came here, there are two priest elders who went to the lake capital and the north respectively to meet the high priest group of the capital and the king of the northern army! Please wait patiently for a few days and don't send out the legion to plunder outside the city of Cholula and intimidate the people in the city."

"Well? Have you sent an envoy to meet the high priest group and the king?"

Hearing this, Xiu Luote pondered for a while and did not speak for a while. The fate of the holy city of Cholula is indeed more appropriate to be decided by the high priest group or the king. In this way, the strong means he originally planned are not easy to execute immediately

The young king stood up and looked at the vast and high glaciers, and his heart became hard again. He glanced at Weizier lightly and said in a cold voice.

"Elder Weizier, I have enough patience to wait. But the premise is that Cholula City cannot become a threat to the Southern Legion!"

"Ah? Your Highness, what do you mean?"

"Since the Eastern Expedition, many Tlaxcalans have fled to Cholula State and the vicinity of the Holy City. Among them, many are nobles of the gods with warriors, and many are ordinary militias with their families! These people are threats to the Southern Legion!"

"This"

Elder Weizier's thoughts turned quickly. Cholula State originally had 200,000 people, half of which were controlled by local Tlaxcala nobles, and the other half were controlled by twelve priest elder families. Among them, only the 100,000 people who were controlled by the priest families and lived in Cholula City and nearby were regarded as the remnants of the Toltecs.

Since the Mexica's Eastern Expedition, there have been as many as 40,000 to 50,000 Tlaxcalans who fled into the state! Among them, there are many warriors who are good at fighting and can defend the city. If we hand them over, wouldn't that mean we are destroying the city?

The elder priest pursed his lips, thought for a long time, and said nothing.

"Hmm? You don't want to?"

Xuluot raised his eyebrows and waved his hand. He turned around and went down the mountain directly surrounded by hundreds of warriors.

"Haha, let's meet on the battlefield! The Southern Legion must not allow any hidden dangers to hide around us!"

"Ah, Your Highness!"

Seeing this, Elder Weizier stretched out his hand and shouted anxiously.

"Hand it over! We are willing to hand over all these Tlaxcalans to you!"

"Oh?"

Xuluot turned sideways and looked at the priest elder.

"How many are they?"

"Two no, 30,000 young and old and weak"

"Not enough, you can't hide it from me!"

Xuluot stretched out his finger and shook it, leaving the final ultimatum.

"Within two months, hand over 40,000 young men and women, and 40,000 old and young under the age of 35! I will let you go. Remember, the Southern Legion is forty miles away, the holy city of Cholula, there is no choice!"

The cold words drifted on the sacred mountain, like snowflakes falling from the sky, making Elder Weizier feel cold all over. He knelt on the ground, tremblingly stretched out his hands, wanting to shout out his opposition, but he only saw the back of the young king walking further and further away in the mountains and forests.

The cold wind blew through the thin clothes and poured into the old body, bringing bone-chilling coldness. A cold era seemed to come from the wind, reshaping everything.

After a while, Elder Weizier stood up with difficulty and looked at the ancient Temple of Death. He suddenly discovered that there was dark red dead blood hidden between the black stone brick walls of the temple. The dead blood was almost dry, hidden deep in the ancient cracks, but it had long lost its vitality. What's the point of keeping this dead blood?

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