Aztec Eternals

The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the palace area into the color of blood and fire, just like the kingship of the Mexica.

In the setting sun, under the royal power, the two nobles walked silently, stepping on their own shadows step by step.

"Butcher, what do you think?" After walking out silently for a long time, Iscari, the royal aristocrat, opened his mouth slowly. His face was cold and stern, implying something.

"At the end of the month, it's too early, don't worry."

The honorable aristocrat Tepopolo smiled kindly, calmly. The two had known each other for a long time and called each other by nicknames.

"Iskoartel's family has long been divided into foreign countries, and there is still a day to revive!"

Iscari frowned. He was emotional, and there was dissatisfaction in his voice.

"So what? After all, it is a close blood of the royal family. Looking at it today, it is also mysterious and quite extraordinary."

Tepopolo smiled gently and patted his old friend on the shoulder.

"Besides, King Avet can be regarded as a combination of the two lines of the royal family. He reused the close relatives of the paternal line, and he probably wanted to balance your power."

Iscari was silent for a moment, then replied in a deep voice.

"But his throne, after all, is inherited from the matrilineal line! You can stand outside and watch, but I stand inside!"

"You are wrong, my old friend." Tepopolo put away his smile and responded seriously.

"The throne of the Mexica has never been inherited from anyone! It has only been inherited by great force, and excellent talent!"

"That's why I told you not to rush. The coronation war in autumn hasn't started yet. The king needs to prove himself, and the heir also needs to prove himself! If it's really a great commander, what's the point of obeying?"

"What you should pay more attention to now is the new laws and reforms made by the priests! Our position also comes from wealth and force. But now, the priests want to take it away!"

Iscari was terrified. He looked at Tepopolo solemnly.

"I have heard about the new law. It seems that it only restricts ordinary nobles, and it is not aimed at us. Besides, some nobles have indeed gone too far."

Tepopolo smiled slightly and shook his head.

"This is the case now, what about in the future? The priests are getting more and more strict. Once they develop, they will eventually devour us!"

Iscari frowned deeply. He thought for a moment, but his mind was still blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

"Then what should we do?"

"Wait, or wait, wait silently." Tepopolo smiled gently again.

"The elders are behind the new law reform. We can't do anything now."

Mentioning the elder, the two looked at the magnificent Great Temple not far away at the same time. As the sun sets, the blood-colored sacrifice seems to appear in front of his eyes again. They shuddered at the same time and remained silent.

After a long time, Iscari didn't speak again until he walked through the Great Temple and got away from the shadow of the nightmare.

"Butcher, what should we wait for?"

"At the end of the month, of course we are waiting for the opportunity." Tepopolo bent his eyebrows, looking more and more kind.

"Opportunity? You mean." Iscari's eyes flashed fiercely, with a murderous look on his face.

Tepopolo was taken aback. He stopped, looked at Iskali, smiled and sighed.

"My stupid moon friend, you're almost forty years old, why are you still so murderous? I should really give you my name."

Iscari pouted.

"Come on, my clever butcher friend! When you followed the conqueror Montezuma I to the south, you executed thousands of Zapotec captives at once. Why don't we use the same name, I will be older The first life, you are the second young man."

Having said that, Iscari laughed and enjoyed himself.

Tepopolo sighed helplessly again. Then, he thought of something and looked serious.

"Iscari, let me ask you, will you bring Zapotec's captives back to the capital in the lake?"

Iscari pondered for a moment, then simply shook his head.

"It's too far away. It takes two months to travel from the city-state of Zapotec to the capital city in the lake. There are dense forests on the way, and there are no convenient rivers. Too much food will be consumed along the way. It is better to sacrifice on the spot to please the gods and gods." Legion."

Tepopolo nodded with a smile, his eyes twinkling.

"Yes, Iscari, this is distance and time. You see, even the great Montezuma could not completely conquer the distant southern states. The vassals everywhere bowed their heads when the army came, and when the legions left He often refuses to pay tribute, and decides everything independently on the land."

"Next, if the king's conquest fails, the waiting opportunity will come! The nobles will rediscuss the future, and it will be difficult for the priests to continue the reform. If the successor is not good enough, it will be you, Vizier Vettel, who will work together It's time!"

Iscari pondered. He was thinking a lot, trying to test his old friend's mind.

"So, we don't really contribute to this Western Expedition?"

"No, the Western Expedition must go all out! As the minister of state affairs, he must fully support the king until he fails, and gain the trust of the king. King Avit will take everyone into his heart, and Gilliam is his eyes. If the king really If you can lead us to conquer Tarasco, the opportunity will also come!"

Tepopolo smiled. Under Iscari's confused eyes, he said slowly and deeply.

"At that time, we asked ourselves to be sealed. We took the vassal warriors and went to the remote Lake Tarasco area to guard the frontier for the alliance. That is true independence, just like the military city-state on the front line of Tlaxcala in the northeast , but without having to face a powerful enemy!"

Hearing this, Iscari finally showed shock.

"Tepopolo, are you leaving Tlatelolco, which has been passed down for generations?!"

Tepopolo nodded solemnly.

"Tlatelolco has already been merged into the capital of the lake. The princes died or disappeared, and I became the highest honored nobleman. The general trend, the entire Texcoco Lake District will become the territory directly under the king, The priests will also expand their power during the reform. If I stay here, the end will not be good. It is better to invite foreign vassals, jump out of this cage, and watch the king and priests of the center."

Having said that, Tepopolo has a lot to say.

"I'm afraid it's unknown what the future will be. Now we just have to wait."

Iscari frowned deeply. His eyes seem to be clearer, but the future is still cloudy, like the ever-changing tequila. Even though he is an outstanding warrior, his wisdom and vision still restrict him to death. After a while, he hesitated to speak.

"If you invite a foreign vassal, will the elders and the king allow it?"

Tepopolo smiled confidently, gentle and powerful.

"Of course. Changing the seal must be the plan of the elders and the king. The elders have been detaining thousands of low-level nobles and warriors in Texcoco, polishing their hearts, and sending priests to teach them day and night. They must be waiting for Helotpe The fall of Kecheng.

At that time, the upper echelons of the Otomi people will be washed away, and they will be completely sealed. The alliance will be able to firmly grasp this important town by the northern river, and eliminate the hidden dangers of the capital. In the territory of the Otomi people, these re-appointed nobles can only move closer to the alliance.

The core of Western Tarasco is the Patzcuaro Lake District, which is also one or two months away from the capital, so it is impossible to be directly managed by the royal family. Since it is a war of gods to destroy the country, there must be a high-ranking vassal king to guard and rule the newly conquered land! Who is more suitable for this position than us? "

Thinking of this, Tepopolo was in high spirits again. His thoughts drifted away, and a hidden ambition rose from his heart. The Patzcuaro Lake District is also the inheritance of the king. How can the Mexica have only one king?

Iscari bowed his head and remained silent. As an old man of the royal family, he has not endured the pressure brought by the royal family to the nobles. In fact, he is not interested in enclosing remote places to the outside world. But what the old friend said made sense, and he finally understood the thoughts of the elders and the king.

As a result, Iscari once again had a cold and stern expression, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"Butcher, you are right. In this war of gods, the nobles and priests of the Tarascos must not stay. The weeds in Tarasco must be cleared, and the corn of the Mexica must be planted!"

"The great nobles will definitely pull it out! But the priests of Tarasco, yes, too."

Tepopolo responded approvingly, paused for a moment between words, and then continued to nod as if nothing had happened.

As the conversation continues, people's hearts change. With their backs facing the bloody sunset, they walked steadily in the shadows, waiting silently. And on their periphery, there are elite private warriors loyally guarding.

In the main hall, Shulot waited quietly for a long time. When the outsiders left, he sat cross-legged next to Avit, watching the work of his good friend the king closely, watching him record and organize in writing, and process the wooden boards of pictures. From time to time, the young man asks for advice on how to deal with government affairs and puts forward novel suggestions.

During the chat at work, Avit also put on a little smile. He returned from divinity, his expression relaxed, he occasionally touched the boy's head, and mentioned two words about his favorite daughter. Gilliam sat quietly in the shadow of the throne, watching silently, occasionally adding some details.

Busy time always flies by quickly. When Avit finally raised his head, the setting sun sank into the earth, and it was pitch black outside the window. The distant moonlight spilled from the window, reflecting the bonfire in the hall, bringing tranquil warmth. So, he smiled gently at the boy.

"Sholot, let's come here today. Come early during the New Year's ceremony next week. Alyssa misses you a little, and I don't have time to accompany her on weekdays.

After the elders and us have finished touring the city, you will take Alyssa to go boating on the lake, and then take a walk in the royal garden at noon to see the flowers, plants and butterflies. When there are fewer people in the evening, go to the zoo and the aquarium lake to play with roe deer and patterned fish. At night, go to the priest's high platform to watch the moon and the galaxy. I will ask people to prepare snacks, snacks and drinks, and no alcohol."

Listening to Avette's detailed arrangements and specific plans, Shulot wiped the sweat from his forehead. He is stressed. Feeling Avette's true emotions, the young man felt warm in his heart, and listened quietly with a slight joy.

Soon, Avitt finished his instructions. The two looked at each other silently. This kind of atmosphere has been gone for a long time.

"Okay. Avelot, I will take Avelot to Alyssa. The little golden eagle has grown up a lot and has new gray feathers. Of course it is still soft to the touch. It has always been very courageous." Small, can accompany Alyssa for a long time."

Xiulot responded with a sincere smile. Avit was a little dazed, thinking of the little golden eagle that had been trained, he couldn't help but smile softly.

The two laughed again for a while. Only then did the boy look at his friend seriously, and made the proposal that he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Avit, when I was fighting on the Leman River, I thought about forming a well-trained spear militia to supplement the warriors and maintain the frontal front."

"Now, we have enough copper ore to make copper spears. Recently, I went to the surrounding mines and found a lot of excellent miners. Can you assign thousands of miners to me so that I can form a new army? They should be able to use it when they march west to Tarasco."

Xiulot looked frank. After talking about the proposal to form a new army, he looked at Avitt expectantly and sincerely.

Hearing this, King Avit looked at the young man beside him. His smile gradually froze, another kind of thought gradually rose, and the ruthless divinity surged again.

Today's second chapter. Sincere thanks to the leader of the reader "Xian Qilin" for the reward! I will keep it in mind and will work hard to add another chapter. (_)