Chapter 532: The King's Cold Rage

Dark clouds appeared in the sky, like a sign of a storm. Bonfires burned in the camp, burning firewood to ashes. Thousands of royal guards were solemn, wearing armor, ready to fight. They were tied jaguars, waiting for the king's order to go out and kill people!

The voice in the tent gradually became low, like the roar of a wounded tiger. After a few minutes, the king came out of the tent wearing armor. Seeing the king coming out of the tent, everyone's faces showed surprise.

I saw Xiuluot wearing a bronze helmet that covered his face, hiding his expression, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, and holding the high priest's staff in his hand. Then, he raised the staff, looked around at the generals outside the tent, opened his tightly pursed mouth, and shouted coldly and hoarsely.

"Wang Ling, send out messengers! 8,000 people from the Feathered Goose Corps will go north and move to the north of Cholula, block the northern passage of the city, and cut off the retreat route in the city! 8,000 people from the Guajili Corps will come west to hunt around Cholula, block the plains east of the city, and capture fugitives from all directions! 8,000 people from the Flower Tree Corps will replace the Black Wolf and guard the Mountaintop City. 10,000 people from the Panmang Corps will garrison the Water Valley City. 7,000 people from the Royal Guard Corps will march north to attack Cholula and exterminate the priest family!"

"The entire army will set out immediately! I will arrive at the foot of Cholula before sunset today! If any Cholula messenger comes, he will be executed on the spot!! All the Cholula warriors, nobles, and priests encountered along the way will be sacrificed and executed!!"

"I will obey your will!"

Bertard fell to the ground and bowed deeply. Then, he strode to remove the chains that bound the roaring Royal Guard Corps!

"Ah! Ah!"

The king's order to go to war was quickly issued, along with the news of revenge for the high priest. The veteran Mexica warrior blew the terrifying death whistle, and the shrill screams echoed in the mountains. This is the call of the messenger of death, and it is also the verdict before the killing.

"Bang! Awoo! Roar!"

Thousands of guards put on armor, holding copper axes and spears, and knocking on the wooden shields in their hands. Then, with the sound of war drums, they roared like beasts, raised their killing weapons, saluted the deceased high priest, and made a promise to the angry king.

In just a few minutes, the seven thousand guards were ready. Xiuluot personally carried the black wolf's royal flag on his back, and headed north with the guards around him!

In front of the black flag, there were two thousand lightly armed Tekos vanguards; below the black flag, there were one thousand armored guards holding bows; behind the black flag, there were three thousand heavily armed armored warriors; and at the very back, there was a thousand artillery battalions towing bronze beasts. The seven thousand elite armored soldiers clanged and killed silently. After only half a day of rapid march, the Royal Guards vanguard had arrived at the city of Cholula.

Along the way, the two teams of Cholula envoys and more than one hundred escaped noble descendants were all captured by the vanguard and beheaded on the roadside. Afterwards, the two thousand vanguards rushed into the still burning outer city of Cholula without stopping, defeated more than a thousand Cholula warriors who were fighting the fire, and joined the remaining half of the high priest's guards.

As the sun set in the west, the golden light fell on the red city of Cholula, revealing the broken walls and ruins, and the charred blackness of the fire. Thousands of corpses were scattered on the streets of the outer city. Tens of thousands of civilians either fled or hid in their homes, trembling and watching the advancing army. The holy city that was prosperous and wealthy yesterday has become a ruin today.

The old fox Petel stood on the inner city wall, his face pale, with unprecedented fear and anxiety in his eyes. Beside him were more than a dozen priests and elders with ashen faces. The most distinguished group of people in Cholula stood here, looking at the erected black wolf king flag and the upcoming cruel fate.

Hundreds of Tekos pioneers came to the outside of the inner city wall with bloody heads in their hands. Then, with fierce expressions, they accumulated thousands of heads under the city wall and piled them into a brand new Jingguan. A steady stream of pioneer warriors are still coming, making the Jingguan taller and taller.

"It's over! The two thousand warriors in the outer city are all finished."

War elder Wezier widened his eyes, looked carefully at the heads under the city, and despair appeared on his face.

"What should we do? Last night, the Mexica warriors set fire and rushed to kill people. The outer city was in complete chaos. There was no time to mobilize the militia. Now, there are only two thousand temple warriors in the inner city. How can we defend it?"

"Ah! There are eight thousand temple warriors in the holy city, why are there only two thousand left?"

An old priest elder widened his eyes and roared in disbelief.

"Who is it?! Escaped with the warriors?"

"Three legions of the Mexica came from three sides. The entire holy city was besieged and there was no way to escape!"

Wezier smiled bitterly and answered in a low voice.

"Eight thousand warriors, three thousand died in Shuigu City, and one thousand were killed in the previous looting. Two thousand were left outside the city and were just defeated and captured. Their heads were piled up into a Jingguan. We only have the last two thousand people left in our hands!"

The old priest elder shouted with his hair and beard.

".There are only two thousand warriors left!.Send people out of the city quickly to gather the militia in the city! No matter how high and strong the city walls are, how can they be defended without manpower?"

"The Mexica Army has already forced its way into the inner city, how can the city gates be opened?"

Wizil shook his head. If the gates are opened at this time, they will die faster. The old priest elders have no military knowledge at all. However, the holy city of Cholula has been peaceful for a long time, and most of the elders are like this, not to mention wearing armor and going into battle.

"How can we defend this? The holy city of Cholula is the heart of the world and has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years! We are a family of priests respected for generations, the Toltecs in the city! Send a few more envoys to Mexico Your Majesty, please surrender. No matter how barbaric the Mexicans are, they will not shock the world and drive us all away!"

Hearing this, another priest and elder looked hopeful and shouted loudly.

"Yes! Let's ask the Mexica people to surrender! No matter what the harsh conditions are, as long as we can negotiate and save our lives, we can even become a city-state priest or a village priest!"

"Hey! Talk? How to talk? All the envoys sent were killed, and none of them came back! We have all interrogated the captured Mexica dead soldiers. They are avenging the high priest! The chief of the capital city in the lake The priest died inexplicably in the holy city of Cholula! It is said that he smoked the sacred smoke and took the medicine given by Petel before his death."

A middle-aged priest elder narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the pale-looking priest leader, Petel.

"If you ask me, the only way to appease the anger of the Mexica people is to hand over the murderer of the high priest!"

".How could this happen? How did we get to this point?!"

The old fox Petel's body was trembling, looking at the Beijing view a hundred steps away, whispering with uncontrollable despair. Of course he knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his divine smoke and potion, and no one in the Holy City would assassinate the high priest last night. And after eliminating all possibilities, no matter how unbelievable the rest is, it is the truth!

"Shuttle, you are so cruel! Haha!"

Petel murmured and laughed sadly, like a night owl who was forced to a dead end.

"Did you die here on purpose because you wanted to take us old guys away with you? Why are you so cruel to yourself and to us! You cruel old fox!!"

"Petel, stop making excuses! Did you do it? Don't drag everyone to death!"

The prime-aged priests and elders encouraged the crowd, with a cold light shining in their eyes.

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Peter's eyes widened and he turned around coldly. His face was twisted, and the corners of his eyes were raised fiercely, like a poisonous snake struggling to its death.

"The high priest died here! Are you still thinking of surrendering?! Let me tell you, the Mexicans will never let us go! Mobilize all the men and warriors in the inner city, distribute the war clubs, bows and arrows, and leather armor from the warehouse. Stay here for me! If you stay here for one day, you will live one more day. If you can't, then die together!"

Hearing Petel's roar, there was a sudden silence at the top of the city. All the illusions of the elders were exposed, and when they faced the bloody reality, their faces revealed the unwillingness and despair of waiting for death.

"Ah!.Ah!"

A shrill death whistle sounded outside the inner city wall. The Mexica warriors in the middle army rested for two-quarters of an hour, and finally surrounded the Black Wolf's royal flag, passed through the outer city where the fighting had not subsided, and arrived at the inner city wall outside the wonder of the Great Pyramid.

Shulot was wearing a helmet, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were coldly staring at the large group of priests wearing feather crowns on the top of the city. Strong killing intent surged out of the king's chest, rushed straight into his mind, and almost reached the tips of his hair. He used all his will to spare tens of thousands of civilians in the city without issuing a royal order to massacre the city. As for the thousands of warriors, nobles and priests in the city

The king raised the red flag and waved it forward coldly.

"Bring all the captured Cholula priests here and kill them all!"

"I obey you! Your Majesty!"

The bodyguard bowed his head, saluted, and strode away. Soon, more than two hundred guardsmen escorted the same number of priests and apprentices to the city wall and pushed them to the ground. These people are old and young, and many of them are related to the elders at the top of the city and have the same blood.

"Ah! This!. My son!."

".No! My descendants"

The old priests and elders roared fiercely. The priests and elders in their prime howled loudly. War Elder Wezier lowered his eyes and said nothing. The old fox Petel didn't even look at it, just stared at the king whose face was covered by the helmet, shouted loudly, and made a final hopeless struggle.

"Your Highness the Mexica! The Holy City did not murder the high priest! The high priest committed suicide."

"kill!"

Shulot suddenly waved the flag, and the shrill death whistle sounded again, announcing the arrival of death.

"Ah!.Ah!"

The imperial guard warriors all swung their copper axes and chopped it down with all their strength! Their killing skills were so exquisite that they broke the neck in two without touching the bones!

"Bah. Bah."

A large amount of blood spurted out, forming a pool of blood on the ground. And more than two hundred heads were floating slightly on the pool of blood, staring at the city head with fear before death.

"boom!"

The two priests and elders couldn't bear it anymore, their eyes turned white, and they threw their heads back and fell down. There was a lot of chaos on the top of the city, with warriors running around and shouting, mixed with desperate wails!

"Ha ha!"

Petel smiled miserably, turned around, and looked at the towering wonder of the man-made mountain.

The sun sets on the top of the Great Pyramid, illuminating the sanctuary of the gods with great splendor. The twelve priest families of the Holy City, relying on the faith of the Nava gods, have been sitting high on the shining spire for more than five hundred years. However, at this moment, the sunset is falling from the sky, pools of blood are pouring out of the ground, houses are burning, and corpses are lying everywhere. The scene of doomsday is coming, accompanied by tens of thousands of Mexican legions, from heaven to earth, firmly Covering the city of Cholula, bringing the final death

"At dusk, the gods are about to fall. This is the dusk of the gods!"

Petel looked up at the setting sun and murmured something. Facing the brilliant sunset glow, he suddenly danced to worship the gods and sang a song about reincarnation at the end of the world, right on the top of the city where people were in a mess, under the gaze of the Royal Guards.

"The gods created the world, but they were never satisfied, so there was reincarnation. 'Four Tigers', 'Four Winds', 'Four Rains', 'Four Waters', four suns have already set, and the fifth sun is about to rise! The flames of death burned the bodies of the gods; the flames of the new life gave birth to new gods!"

"Ah! Ah! I looked up at the sun in the sky, I saw the cocoa tree fall down, I saw the reversal of noble and humble! The sacred blood flowed everywhere, and the humble moth people were high above! Ah! Ah! The end of reincarnation came in the darkness, this is the twilight of the gods, and it is also the end of the descendants of the gods! The demons of the volcano rule the earth, without the guidance of the sacred priests, the world of death is coming! Endless blood, endless sacrifices, heads piled into hills, and corpses gathered into oceans."

"Oh! The world of death?"

Xuluot sneered, with murderous intent in his eyes.

He watched the dying struggles of the priests of the holy city, and a smile rose in his heart. But this is far from enough, far from enough!

"That was my most beloved relative, and the one who taught and raised me in this world! Now, he is dead, dead here. All of you must be buried with him!"

The king's heart was now as solid as blood-red corundum and as cold as the glacier of the sacred mountain. He looked at the setting sun, unwilling to wait, and waved the command flag with a cold expression.

"Longbow guards, advance and shoot!"

A thousand longbow warriors put on bronze armor, holding longbows, and walked quickly to within sixty steps of the inner city wall. Sparse feather arrows shot from the top of the city, but almost no armor was broken. The archers lowered their heads slightly, raised their bows at an angle, aimed slightly, and then shot suddenly!

"Swoosh, swoosh!"

The fierce rain of arrows whistled away and fell into the defenders on the top of the city, bringing out a wail. Dozens of Cholula warriors were shot and fell to the ground on the spot, and several priests also died on the spot.

The priests and elders were suddenly in a panic. Surrounded by the family warriors, they hurriedly retreated from the top of the city. The chief priest, Petel, also stopped the sacrificial dance, and was lifted up by the family warriors and escorted away quickly. On the wall where arrows were intersecting, only the war elder Wezier was left. He was wearing leather armor and holding a large shield. Under the cover of many warriors, he tried to hold on to the top of the city.

After ten rounds of arrow rain, the sunset fell behind the mountain, announcing the end of the day. Xiuluot ordered a thousand guards to block the city wall and patrol all night to be vigilant against the escape of the priests of the holy city. The remaining warriors lit a bonfire and camped outside the city to rest. Hundreds of Tekos pioneers began to make ladders, and they did not rest for a moment.

The long night passed in a flash. On the Great Pyramid, the sanctuary of the gods was brightly lit all night. First, the priests and elders laughed loudly, and the girls laughed and cried. After a while, the women screamed and the elders laughed wildly. No matter what happened.

Xiuluot was calm and didn't care. No matter how these so-called "gods" indulged themselves in despair and what they did, they were destined to die!

On the second day, the Feather Goose Legion and the Guakili Legion sent messengers to report to His Highness at the same time. The vanguards of the two armies had entered the outer city of Cholula and captured hundreds of fleeing city-state nobles and priests.

The king waved the red flag coldly, and hundreds of "noble" corpses appeared under the city wall outside the pyramid. Then, the longbow warriors came out and shot at the seven-meter-high city head. The guards set up a small number of ladders and began the first day of siege.

Two thousand Cholula warriors shouted the slogans of the gods, shooting arrows, throwing spears, throwing stones, and fighting until they died. Their numbers were rapidly decreasing, with five or six hundred people killed on the first day. However, under the baptism of faith from childhood to adulthood, the defenders were extremely tenacious and showed no signs of retreat.

The king's face was as cold as an iceberg. He continued to adjust the legions, strengthen the suppression of bows and arrows, and rush to make ladders day and night. More and more Mexica legions gathered, and most areas of the outer city had been pacified.

Except for the war elders, the rest of the priest elders never appeared on the top of the city again. On the huge and majestic Great Pyramid, the divine smoke was curling day and night, and the joy was endless, as if it was a kingdom of God that was out of the world.

On the third day, three Mexica legions climbed the city from three sides at the same time. The Cholula warriors defended hard for half a day, and finally lost the South City, where the legion's attack was the most fierce, at sunset. Immediately afterwards, the defenders of the East City also collapsed. Black Wolf Toltec, with red eyes, personally put on armor, rushed into the city, and pounced on the Great Pyramid.

Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, and the brutal killing began. The cries of fear in the city turned into desperate wails, which turned into screams of the wounded, which turned into moans of the dying, which finally became deadly and silent. It was another long and cold night, and the ruthless darkness came from all sides, covering all the corpses and drowning the endless blood.

Xiuluot lowered his eyes, sat cross-legged outside the city, and tightly grasped the high priest's staff. He quietly watched the killing in the inner city, and his heart that longed for death was gradually satisfied by life. It was not until the morning of the fourth day, when the dawn light lit up from the sky, that he stood up, carefully put down the staff in his hand, and pulled out the obsidian dagger.

Because all the priests and elders of Cholula had been captured by the guards. And the final sacrifice would be completed by him personally!