Chapter 618: Eastern Expedition Ceremony! The Golden Crow Flies and Burns the World!

The setting sun gradually faded to the west, reflecting the red and orange clouds. The towering Great Temple was full of blood, reflected in the pale red Lake Texcoco, like the towering and indifferent Snake Mountain in the legend. The sacred sacrifice continued, and the priests' chanting resounded through the sky. The boiling shouts of hundreds of thousands of people were like the soul-stirring thunder in the hands of the Lord God. At this moment, the rolling thunder echoed between the red sky, the dark red temple, and the bloody lake, as if the red kingdom of God had descended.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the God King! Return with piety, return with sacrifice and blood!"

This is a cry of desire for war, and this is also the will of the Mexica people. This terrible shouting frenzy fell into the hearts of every foreign envoy, and with the blood of the descendants of the Tlaxcala gods as a witness, it had a heavy weight.

"The sun of the Mexica people is different from the mountains and forests in the south. It is bloody!"

Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao lowered his head and stepped carefully on the blood on the ground. He wore exquisite gold ornaments, a shining silver crown on his head, a white robe with fine cloud patterns, and leg rings inlaid with turquoise. He was shining with precious light, and his movements were slow and elegant, showing the respect of the ancient bloodline. In fact, in the southern Yunzhong tribes, being able to use "Yun" as a surname and "Sun" as a name was enough to reveal his noble status.

"The powerful, brave, and respected King of Mexica, the bloodline of the great Tiger Claw King, the glorious noble of Shanhe City, and the Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao greets you!"

Yun Zhao came to the top of the Great Temple, and at a distance of more than ten steps, he saluted respectfully to the King of Mexica on the throne, the most powerful man in the world. Then, he carefully reached out and took out a long silver box from his arms and presented it to the king's guards.

"Respected King Avit, this is the tribute from Yun Chen, the chief of Shanhe City. It contains a bunch of Chagar bird feathers and a golden crown inlaid with turquoise, which are rare treasures in the world! I wish your majesty to be as immortal as turquoise, your light to shine like gold, and your divinity to fly like feathers!"

After saying this, Yun Zhao knelt on his knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and paid homage. The strong smell of blood immediately hit his nose, choking him a little.

Avit took the silver box after the guards checked it, glanced at it lightly, and his expression suddenly turned cold. He held the silver box in his hand, expressionless, staring at the kneeling messenger Yun Zhao, without saying a word.

The king was silent, and the great temple was suddenly dead silent. Many warriors held the copper axes tightly, staring at the delicate messenger like tigers and wolves. Only the sacrifices of the priests and elders were calm and orderly, and the sound was heard.

"A descendant of the Jiao people, a descendant of the Mixtec gods, a hereditary noble of the God Stone City, a warrior Yunshan, is going to the kingdom of the God of War! His soul will fight for the sun god in the sky for four years, and then fall back to the valley in the south and turn into a solemn dahlia!"

Hearing this familiar name, Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao's heart trembled. He turned around and saw a blue corpse rolling down from the tall pyramid. And the burning holy fire on the side also emitted hot green smoke.

".. Respected. Respected King."

The holy fire burned fiercely, bringing an approaching heat and a palpitating smell. Envoy Yun Zhao's forehead gradually broke out in sweat. He turned around and saw Avit's half-smiley expression and the blood-stained copper axe in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I heard that a few months ago, the chieftain of Shanhe City, Yun Chen, brought tens of thousands of warriors and joined forces with the chief priest of Shenshi City, Weike, to hold a rain god ceremony in the Temple of the Clouds and subdue the military leaders of Shenshi City."

Avit looked gloomy, and he told the story of the incident five or six hundred miles away, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Now, Yun Chen regards himself as the guardian of the Temple of the Clouds and the big boss of the Mixtec Alliance. He commands the southern states and wants to unify the Mixtec tribes and become an enemy of the Alliance?"

"Ah! This, respected King Avit! Chief Yun Chen is loyal, and the clouds and the sun in the sky can bear witness to it! Shenshi City is so bold that it dares to fight the Alliance. Chief Yun Chen sent troops to teach them a lesson just for the dignity of the Alliance, and led the Tehuacan tribes to obey the Alliance."

Envoy Yun Zhao was trembling with fear and quickly spoke up to defend himself.

"Ha! Get out of here!"

Avit's expression turned fierce, and he threw the heavy and expensive silver box! It immediately hit Yun Zhao, almost knocking him to the ground!

"A mere vassal of the alliance, a small city-state leader, dares to give me a golden crown?!"

Avit was furious, and pointed his gemstone staff at the trembling Mixtec envoy lying on the ground, and shouted.

"Go back and tell Yunchen! The Alliance is marching eastward, and the Mixtec tribes, as vassals, dare to secretly block it?! This is an offense to the majesty of the Lord God, and must be severely punished!"

"Tell him! Don't think that the Alliance's army will stop just because of the mountains and forests! The Tarasco Kingdom and the Tlaxcala Alliance that offended the Alliance have all been wiped out! The lowland Mixtec tribes must pay tribute four times this year, and the tribute will be doubled! Shanhe City will send ten descendants of gods and five thousand people as compensation for offending the Alliance!"

"Otherwise, the 100,000 warriors of the Alliance will go south in an instant and turn the lowland Mixtec tribes and Shanhe City, five hundred miles away, into ashes!"

Avit scolded repeatedly, and would not tolerate disobedience. The emperor's wrath left millions of corpses and thousands of miles of blood. And in front of this great temple dedicated to the descendants of gods, such a deterrent also seemed particularly powerful.

Of course, the alliance's army had just disbanded and rested after a brutal eastward expedition. The northern army lost more than 50,000 people and 15,000 warriors were injured or killed. At the same time, the elders who suppressed the alliance left, and the northern and southern states were unstable. And the food in the capital of the lake was insufficient to supply the eastward expedition after years of fighting. So in fact, in a short period of time, the alliance could not launch the next war of gods.

The various tribes of Mixtec in the south are scattered in the mountains and forests of 600 miles. The territories of each tribe are vast, the city-states are extremely scattered, and the terrain is also undulating. If the alliance wants to completely conquer the tribes in Yunzhong, it is not easy to do it with the obstacles of terrain and distance. It is even more difficult than the westward and eastward expeditions!

However, if it is not for the purpose of conquest, but for looting, it is easy to send two or three warrior corps all the way south. Clearing villages, burning down fortresses, sweeping neighboring Mixtec tribes, and plundering young and strong men!

And this is exactly what Yun Chen is worried about, and it is also Avit's purpose. When the alliance sends troops to its vassal, there must always be a suitable reason, so as not to force other vassals to rebel in fear.

"Ah!. Respected King! Chief Yunchen is already in Shanhe City, worshipping the statue of the Lord God. We dare not offend the Lord God!. The southern tribes are loyal to the heaven and earth."

King Avit tightly grasped the staff and slammed it on the bluestone altar, interrupting the nonsense of the Mixtec envoy.

"Do you remember what I said just now?"

". Remember, Your Majesty is..."

"Since you remember it, then get out!"

Avit raised his feather shield and waved it down. The three-color feathers fluttered in the blood, like the sun bird that was choosing people to devour.

"Remember, tell the noble chiefs of the various tribes in Yunzhong, tell the elders in Shanhe City! Submission, or sacrifice, is up to Yunchen's choice!"

Avit raised the corner of his mouth, leaving the last sentence, a meaningful foreshadowing. Then, he waved his hand, and two guards with broken hair strode forward, carried the Mixtec envoys, and went down the pyramid.

The king on the throne had a calm face, stroking the scepter in his hand, and also felt the coldness of the copper axe on his waist. The high mountain fortress in the east has not been completely pacified, but his eyes have already looked to the south. The fate of the Mixtec people is also determined at this moment.

The golden crow bird transformed by the scorching sun flies over the highest temple. He wants to burn all the time! Burn himself, burn the whole world, and turn all the old and stubborn things into ashes in the vast blood and fire!