Chapter 544 Death in the Morning

There is no light in the east, and the night is dark. Figures in the Mexican camp were shaking and running, and weapons were waving and fighting. From time to time, someone screamed and fell to the ground, turning into a silent corpse. Blood spattered wantonly, and even the air became sweet. The raging bonfire swayed, illuminating the armored warriors; the inherited flag was damaged, triggering chaotic shouts!

The sudden night attack caused the entire camp to fight in chaos. In the fight in the dark, what counts is no longer quantity, but organization and tenacity. The militiamen of the city-state did not see anything at night. They all fled in fear and collapsed in panic. The Mexican warriors from different families dispersed and gathered together, guarding the inherited noble flag, and fought randomly under the moonlight. The largest and most intense battle group is located at the back of the center of the camp, which is the position of the legion commander.

The tall sourwood flag fluttered fiercely in the darkness. The elite tree snake warriors and sour wood warriors shouted the same words and brutally fought at close range. The warrior's shouts boiled like spring water, and even his body spattered bright red like spring water. And at this moment of melee, a piercing bolt of lightning suddenly struck, hitting the Sourwood Clan leader who was holding his scepter high and shouting loudly, hitting him right in the heart!

"Ding!"

The sharp sound of metal collision suddenly sounded in an instant, making everyone tremble!

Jodiko felt a pain in his heart and his expression suddenly changed. The power of this arrow is so great! He staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a crash, his spine hurting from the impact.

"Whoosh!"

"ah!"

Another arrow flew into the air, grazed Jodiko's animal helmet, and hit the bodyguard behind him. The older legion commander tilted his head sharply and even dropped his gorgeous beast helmet, revealing his gray hair.

"Master!"

"Legion Commander!"

Seeing the coach being attacked, the Suanmu guards who were fighting around him panicked and turned around to come back for help. The Mexican warriors did not know whether their leader was alive or dead, and the battle group suddenly became unstable and showed signs of collapse.

"The coach of Mexico is dead! The coach of Mexico is dead!"

The Tlaxcala warriors who attacked at night were overjoyed and shouted anxiously. They were not many in number, but they had extremely strong morale and the courage to fight to the death. At this moment, they waved their war sticks vigorously and rushed forward desperately, taking advantage of this opportunity to scatter hundreds of the toughest guards in one fell swoop.

"Get back!"

Legion commander Jotiko sat on the ground and shouted angrily. His hair was disheveled and there was a copper arrow stuck in his chest, making him look particularly embarrassed.

"Master!"

Dozens of Sourwood guards rushed forward anxiously, almost forming a wall around Jotiko.

"I'm fine! Go back and continue fighting!"

Jodiko stretched out his hand and reached into the gorgeous battle suit. Under the soft cotton armor, there was the coldness and solidity of metal. He fumbled around his heart for a while before taking a long, determined breath. The bronze arrow shot into the cloth and was blocked by the bronze armor inside. It only damaged the general's armor but did not penetrate the armor into the flesh.

"Huh, Lord God bless me! I have been fighting all my life. If I didn't have this pair of bronze armor that I bought at a high price, I would be here today!"

Jodiko pulled out the bronze arrow from his armor with a sharp tug, and threw it to the ground. Then, he put on the beast helmet that symbolized glory, and with the support of the family warrior chief Tesi Whitt, he stood up suddenly and reappeared in front of the Mexica warriors.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Warriors blessed by God are not afraid of despicable arrows!"

Jodiko glared angrily and looked towards the direction where the copper arrow was shot. A few dozen steps away, more than a hundred elite tree snake warriors, led by a general wearing a cloak and holding a big bow, were striving to attack here.

Seeing this scene, the family warrior chief Tessie Whitt immediately raised his large shield and blocked the way forward, carefully protecting the family leader. The commander of the Sourwood Army, with red eyes, raised his scepter high, pointed it in that direction, and shouted sternly to the guards.

"The despicable Tlaxcala people dare to attack the gods! Go, my warriors! Kill! Kill them and dedicate them to the Lord God!"

"Kill! Kill them and dedicate them to the Lord God!"

Seeing that the coach was fine, hundreds of Sourwood guards immediately regained their fighting spirit and ignited their fighting spirit. They waved their war sticks again, and without retreating an inch, they fought fiercely with the attacking tree snake warriors.

The glorious nobleman Yotiko is not only the most noble god descendant in Sourwood City, but also the true leader of the city-state’s legions. He has been commanding the legion for ten or twenty years and has always been known for his excellence and prestige. As long as he stands here, the city-state warriors will not be easily defeated.

"Damn it!"

Travito, the cloud snake hunter, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice. He prepared for a long time before taking advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and shot the first accurate arrow. In order to increase his certainty, he specifically aimed at the chest and used a copper arrow smuggled from the Alliance. But when he heard the metallic crisp sound of the copper arrow hitting, he immediately realized something was wrong and hurriedly shot the second arrow to save it. What a pity.

"Damn it! He must be wearing that kind of strong copper armor! Damn it! What happened to the Mexicans in the past few years? There are so many new equipment!"

Travito forced himself hard and bit his lip, feeling the bloody pain as murderous intent surged in his chest. The Mexican Legion is in the chaos of a night attack. If they can kill the opponent's commander and shout loudly, they can even completely defeat these thousands of people!

"Warriors of Cloud Snake, follow me and charge! Kill the opponent's coach!"

"kill!"

The tree snake warrior roared and rushed fiercely. Hundreds of sour wood guards gathered and formed a tough battle group to block the attacking tree snake warriors. The brave cloud snake hunter threw away the longbow, grasped the copper axe in his hand, and rushed to the blocking battle group first.

Travito's footsteps were extremely flexible, like a running leopard, and he quickly ran to the right rear of a young warrior, where the left hand shield could not cover. He stretched out his arm and swung it accurately, cutting the opponent's shoulder and interrupting the opponent's defensive action. Then, he took another step closer, rubbed the warrior's counterattack stick, and gently cut upwards.

"Ugh!. Ho ho"

A large amount of blood splashed out from the young warrior's neck, and it was impossible to stop it. Travito took two steps back to avoid the splattering blood, and without looking at it again, he directly killed other city-state warriors. But after a few breaths, there were two more dying screams.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Huh?!"

Jotiko frowned and looked at the charging Tlaxcala warriors in the light of the burning fire. These hundreds of warriors were obviously the elite in the Tree Snake City. They were extremely skilled in fighting skills and cooperated very well. The leading cloaked general was particularly brave. He killed three people in a short moment and rushed within forty steps! Ordinary city-state warriors could not stop him at all.

"Tsihuit, you, go and stop that general!"

Jotiko thought for a moment and looked at the family warrior leader beside him. In Nahua language, Tsihuit means solid and wise turquoise. This is a rare good name, usually given as a nickname to the toughest warriors or the smartest priests.

"Yes, master of the family!"

Tsihuit bowed his head and saluted respectfully. He was burly, wearing armor and holding a large shield, like a thick wooden stake.

"The opponent is very brave, don't fight him to the death. Use the shield well and hold him back! There shouldn't be many Tlaxcalans who attack at night. As long as the warriors stand firm and recover from the chaos, they will be the ones who are wiped out!"

Yotico carefully warned and patted the tall shoulders of the family warrior leader.

"Don't take risks, see me alive!"

"Yes! Master, I will die for you!"

Tsihuit saluted and left with several guards. He strode with heavy steps, but ran very fast. After a moment, he held a half-man-high shield and stood firmly in front of Travito. The brave Cloud Snake Hunter suddenly felt the pressure of a mountain.

"Damn it!"

Cloud Snake Hunter Travito waved the copper axe continuously, but it was blocked by the opponent's leather wooden shield, making a dull "doo" sound. And he tried to bypass the tall Mexica warrior, but the opponent showed no less agility and a very threatening stick strike.

"Damn it! You're such a flexible turtle!"

The Cloud Snake Hunter was forced to stop and fight with the wooden stake in front of him. He kept yelling and provoking the opponent in front of him, hoping to draw out a flaw.

Tsiwhit just kept his head down and said nothing. He swung his shield and hit his stick, focusing on defense, counterattacking from time to time, steady and solid as a rock.

"Hoohoo!"

Cloud Snake Hunter Travito rushed for a while, but was stopped by Turquoise Tsiwhit. The surrounding tree snake warriors made a desperate charge, but were also blocked by the tough acid wood guards.

Under the dim night fire, the two sides swung close and slashed, completely entangled. In a moment, dozens of elite warriors fell to the ground. The warmth was wantonly swayed at the battle site, dyeing the warriors behind, making the soil under their feet muddy and sticky.

"Lord God bless you!"

"Cloud Snake bless you!"

The flames swayed, flickering, outlining the crowd in the melee. The fierce shouts and screams soon turned into howls of the wounded, and were then drowned out by new shouts.

A quarter of an hour later, the tree snake warriors still did not break through the obstruction. They just fought in vain and went to the kingdom of God with the city-state warriors. When the battle became stalemate, the numerical disadvantage of the Tlaxcalans slowly emerged.

The elderly Yotiko stood in front of the fire and the big flag. He was motionless, his expression was firm and a little gloomy.

The battlefield in front of him was like a lake where blood flowed, gathering fresh vitality and devouring the lives of warriors. Small groups of Mexica warriors kept coming from the surrounding noble settlements and joined the fighting group. There were also scattered tree snake warriors running from the outer camps. But their number was much less.

"Ha!"

Seeing more and more legion warriors, Yotiko showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He raised his head slightly, looked at the completely set moon, and then looked at the rising sun.

"Huh! The darkest time is finally over! Wait until the daybreak."

Yotiko narrowed his eyes coldly, staring at the hundreds of tree snake warriors struggling and clashing among the three or four hundred Sourwood guards, especially the warlike general. His heart was full of murderous intent, and he was thinking about the situation after this battle.

In this night raid, the Sourwood Legion may suffer heavy losses, and his strength and prestige will be damaged. And King Avit has always been aggressive, and he might take the opportunity to punish and further suppress the city-state legion. It is necessary to leave enough weighty sacrifices to give an explanation for this night raid!

The sky was slightly bright, and the camp gradually recovered from the chaos. Yotiko looked at the battlefield for a moment and felt that the overall situation was settled. So he turned his head and gave a deep order to the family guards on the left and right.

"Go! Take forty people and surround them from both sides! Don't let the Tlaxcalan general go!"

"Yes, master!"

The guards all bowed their heads and saluted respectfully. Soon, the wall of personal guards around Jodiko thinned out. The two running warrior teams were quickly surrounding the tree snake warrior's rear.

"Travito! It's almost time, we should retreat!"

The noble warrior Izzy, covered in blood, ran in front of the brave cloud snake hunter and shouted urgently. He is the personal bodyguard of Tree Snake City Lord Okote and the deputy leader of this night attack.

"Duh, duh!"

Travito's eyes were red and he paid no attention. He slashed hard and was about to completely break the big shield in Texi Whitt's hand.

"Travito is invincible!"

Itz brandished his war club, covering Travito's left and right sides. He persuaded in a deep voice while blocking the attack of the sour wood guards.

"It's almost dawn! The Mexicans are about to recover. The results of tonight's battle are enough. We need to bring more tree snake warriors back! The city lord is still on the city wall, waiting for us!"

After hearing this, Travito finally calmed down. Panting, he took a few steps back, glanced hard at Tesiwhit, who was silent and holding up his shield to block him, and couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Damn it! You're a shrunken turtle! You only hide behind your shield, and you don't have the honor of a brave warrior fighting to the death!"

"Huh? I'm not Turtle, I'm Turquoise Tessie Whitt."

Texihuite put down his shield and opened his mouth calmly, like a smiling rock.

"Your name is Archer Travito? You turned out to be a despicable archer. The noble head of the family asked me to use a shield to stop you, so I used the shield. But if I really want to put down my shield for a duel, you may not be my opponent!"

"you!."

Hearing this, Travito glared at him and was about to fight again.

"Let's go! It's almost dawn!"

Izzy urged repeatedly, her expression full of anxiety. The brave cloud snake hunter bit his blood-stained lips and finally turned around and retreated. In the Mexican camp, thousands of city-state warriors have gradually recovered, and there is no possibility of disintegration. And it’s getting daybreak, and if we don’t leave, we really won’t be able to leave.

Before leaving, the cloud snake hunter was unwilling to look back. He looked at the high-flying sourwood flag and the elderly god who stood motionless, trying hard to remember what he looked like.

"Damn it! I swear to Yun She that I will take your life!"

Travito was furious secretly and swore loudly in his heart. Texihuite seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and took steps like a mountain, chasing after the cloud snake hunter. Jotiko looked at him coldly, with a sneer on his lips, as if he had solidified his murderous intent.

"Whoosh!!"

At this moment, a Tlaxcalan bone arrow suddenly rose from nowhere like a meteor before dawn, and struck quickly and accurately!

"puff!."

"Uh! Ho ho."

In an instant, the sneering Jodiko suddenly widened his eyes. His pupils widened sharply, and his whole body lost strength, like an old owl seeing the rising sun. He tried his best to barely move his eyes and looked down slightly, only to see a half-bone arrow protruding from his fragile neck.

"Ho ho!"

Jotiko's face showed incredible despair. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that he was about to die here!

The elder Honorable Noble let out a painful "ho ho" sound twice, without leaving any words, he tilted his body and fell under the banner. Warm red flowed from his neck, dyeing his gray hair red, and causing his thoughts to fall into a cold and eternal sleep.

The first ray of morning light shot from the eastern sky and fell in his still wide-open eyes, as if connecting with Tonali in his brain and taking away Teyuria in his heart. That is the staircase to the Kingdom of God, leading the souls who do not want to leave, at the intersection of light and darkness, to leave the old era~