Chapter 559 Dance and Obedience (Additional Chapter for Leader Ai5676906)

"His Majesty!"

Tessie Whitt spoke in a deep voice. Xochikalo narrowed his eyes and heard the sound.

At this moment, many thoughts appeared in General Turquoise's mind. He wanted to accuse Xochicalo of possible murder and asked the High King to investigate the truth. However, he does not have any evidence, nor does he have enough status or power. In the pragmatic political tradition of the Alliance, such weak accusations are destined to be useless and only serve to alarm the other party in vain.

"I want a set of sturdy bronze heavy armor!"

"Huh? Bronze heavy armor?"

Hearing this, Avitt was stunned for a moment. After a few breaths, he laughed and praised, with an appreciative look on his face.

"Okay! What a pure Mexica warrior! Turquoise Tesihuite, you will get a set of strong armor and a sharp bronze ax to better fight for the alliance!"

In the current alliance, bronze heavy armor and bronze axes are still strictly controlled military supplies. It is only produced in the Capital Artisan Camp and the Military Industry Department of Qincongcan in the Tongdu City. In addition to the important royal corps, only some extremely noble nobles were able to obtain it in small quantities.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! God bless you, the king is supreme!"

Avitt nodded slightly, patted Tesi Whitt on the shoulder, and walked towards the next warrior. The king personally took action and generously rewarded people, winning the hearts of warriors from all over the world. It wasn't until the night fell deep and the evening breeze was slightly cool that the grand reward ceremony came to an end.

"The Lord God bless the alliance!"

The king raised his scepter and prayed quietly.

"God bless the alliance! God bless the king!"

All the generals bowed their heads and prayed respectfully.

After a while, Avitt sat back on the raised stone seat and looked around at everyone present. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile again, he looked at the guard beside him and calmly ordered.

"Go and bring the Lord of Tree Snake City!"

"I obey you, Your Majesty!"

The two guards hurried away. After a while, the city lord Ocott appeared in front of everyone, wearing a plain robe and with his hair loose. The noisy generals immediately calmed down and looked at the most distinguished leader in the Tlaxcala Alliance with great interest.

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Under the attention of the generals, Okote was unarmed and staggering, and was escorted by the warriors. He came to the familiar hall with mixed emotions. Looking at his palace, which was now occupied by the fierce Mexica people, he was speechless for a moment.

"Ocott, the noble tree serpent god descendant, leader of the Tlaxcala people."

Avitt was in high spirits and had a smile on his face. He held the inherited magic staff, looked at Okote's gloomy expression, and ordered lightly.

"Come! Let's perform a celebratory dance right here for the Alliance warriors who captured Tree Snake City!"

".you!"

Hearing this, Okot gritted his teeth and his eyes gradually turned red. He has been a noble descendant of God since he was a child, standing above all people. How has he ever suffered such humiliation?

"What? Okote, don't you want to?"

Avitt's expression was slightly cold, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"I think you are not stupid enough to refuse."

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Okote trembled. He looked at the sitting king of Mexica and thought about the life of the captives these days, tears streaming down his face. As a noble god descendant, he cannot regard pain and death as nothing like the most fearless warrior.

".Red is the residence of human beings, the freshness of life and blood."

After a while, Okot lowered his head, dressed in white, stood on tiptoe, and danced a ritual dance of death and mourning. He waved his arms, let his hair loose, and danced, with the bleakness of farewell, the sadness of national subjugation, and the desire to go to the kingdom of God.

".I hesitated in the darkness, searching in the caves of my skin, and saw only white bones."

The mournful chants echoed in the hall, and they were crying blood, but they were all in the same Mexica language.

".I come from the north, which is the wasteland of the same blood. I go to the south, which is the flame that burns separately."

Hearing this, Avitt raised his eyebrows and moved slightly. In terms of blood and language, the Mexica and the Tlaxcala are true brothers. The two tribes have been fighting for decades, and now, the winner has finally been decided. And what will the final winner do to the losers at this moment?

".I am burning, and you are burning too! Red is an unquenchable flame. The surviving Tlaxcala people! You are crawling along, struggling between death in order to survive in the deep underground world."

After hearing this paragraph, the expressions of the generals present flashed, and their smiles gradually stopped. Since the Eastern Expedition, the various legions have been extremely cruel to the Tlaxcala tribes, showing no mercy.

"When the flames engulfed me, I turned into ashes and floated to the red country. I saw the end of death, with nothing left behind! That is the end of reincarnation, and it is the end of all things, both you and me."

Okot sang, danced, shed tears, and looked at the king above. It wasn't until the song ended that he stopped and looked towards the high ceiling. There, there is an open-air wind tunnel with free and warm wind blowing from the vast night sky.

"Yes, you dance well. It seems that you are more suitable for singing and dancing than leading troops in war!"

After a while, Avitt lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and commented with a smile. This tragic song and dance praising death was really beyond his expectation. In the Mexican aesthetic, such songs and dances are very charming and unforgettable.

"Take him down!"

Ocot pursed his lips, holding back tears, and was taken away by the guards again. At this moment, after he left the palace where he had lived for decades, he had no chance to return.

"Ahem."

The fire flickered, and the hall gradually became quiet. Avit sorted out his thoughts and smiled.

"Haha! The dance of the descendants of the gods of Tlaxcala is good, but it is a bit too sad. My favorite is still the dance of the nobles of the alliance, which is magnificent and majestic."

"The Eastern Expedition was a great victory, and the royal army will return soon. All the city-state army commanders, stand up and dance for your king!"

The king's voice was steady and powerful, and it fell into the ears of the army commanders, as if it was carrying the power of thunder.

"Another dance?!"

The leader of the Ashima group, Sintel, immediately frowned, feeling angry. He looked around, but saw that the leader of the mountain group, Izel, stood up first, and the new leader of the sour wood group, Hochkalo, followed closely. Then, the leader of the Gorge Gold group, Pacho, stood up without making a sound. This time, no one dared to refuse like the dead Yotiko.

"Ah."

Sintel sighed silently and joined the team. Then, four respected nobles of honor, the powerful city-state legion commanders, danced for the supreme king in the hall, praising the supreme sun!

"In the courtyard, a sun is like a flint, high and still!

The flint is supreme, overlooking the sky of the birds, giving life to the earth

The flint burns the light, holding time in its hands, illuminating the divine world

The flint rotates like a snake, the cloud snake burns in the flames, and the king of gods drinks the water in the fire!

That is red blood.

God drinks blood, God feeds on vitality. God controls immortal life and gives it to the loyal king!.

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The four city-state leaders sang loudly, with their hands and feet raised high. This is a prayer song praising the sun god, usually used in sacred sacrifices. And singing here, naturally, the king is compared to the sun god, and himself is compared to a loyal servant, expressing the most thorough obedience.

The Eastern Expedition was victorious, the Tree Snake City fell, and the city-state army suffered many casualties. The situation at this time is very different from the last time the dance was offered. The king's prestige has risen to the highest point like the sun at noon. And the king's strength, like the sun in the middle, firmly suppresses all states!

Listening to it, Avite's face bloomed with a bright smile. When everyone finished dancing the sacrificial dance and saluted breathlessly, the king held the scepter tightly and praised sincerely.

"Good! Very good! I like it very much!"

"Praise the king! I am willing to dance and sing for you!"

The four city-state army commanders all bowed their heads, looked respectful, and saluted the king.

"Well."

Avite looked around at everyone and nodded continuously. He smiled, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. After the temptation of offering a dance, it was the obedience he really wanted.

"Reed Sintel, Gorge Jinpacho, Mountain Izel, Spruce Hochikalo"

The king read out the names of the legion leaders in an oppressive voice. Then, the king's intention was directly revealed, no longer concealed.

"The Supreme Sun needs the guards of the city-state warriors! After the Eastern Expedition, I will build two new Broken Hair Guard Battalions, at least the level of level 3 elite fire warriors!"

Avite's eyes fell, glanced at the legion leaders whose expressions suddenly changed, and announced ruthlessly.

"The warriors of each state are very brave. Your four city-state legions must send out 1,000 elite warriors above level 3! The Sourwood Legion suffered heavy casualties and sent out 200 people, while the Mountain Legion did not participate in the siege and sent out 300 people. The remaining two states will each send half!"