Aztec Eternals

Shulot and Avette stood side by side on the top of the hill. Neither of them spoke, just watched the sunset completely set, and the night slowly descended. Although they hadn't seen each other for a day, the two suddenly became strangers.

There is no moon tonight. Dark clouds have obscured the sky.

"It's going to rain." Shulot said.

"Well. The road tomorrow will not be easy." Avit smiled.

"Yesterday's battle was a big victory." Shulot said, "Tell me, how will the king reward you when you go back?"

"Fighting against the Otomi, there is no big victory." Avet chuckled. "Besides, the first victory in this battle was Kasar's decisive attack, and then Barda's support. I was just watching the battle from the top of the mountain."

Shulot was stunned for a moment, and then asked hesitantly: "But your perseverance is the most difficult task. And aren't you going to ask for military exploits?"

Seeing the innocent expression of doubt on the young man's face, Avit finally burst out laughing. "Sholot, what's the use of military exploits?"

"Can you get the king's reward? Get a higher position?" Shulot thought for a while and said.

"What does this mean to me?" Avet asked rhetorically.

Shulot thought for a while, Avette is the king's younger brother, and he was in charge of the royal family's intelligence and security department not long ago. In TV dramas, it seems that such a character has to hide his strength and bide his time.

"Then what is meaningful?" Shulot asked.

Avit did not answer directly, but asked a rhetorical question: "Why do more than a hundred warriors follow you today?"

"They seem to be relatives of the war dead, and I presided over the funeral last night to bring the souls of the dead." Xiulot replied cautiously.

"Well, did you have any achievements yesterday?"

"No." After a moment of hesitation, Xiulot still faced the truth.

"So, what is power?" Arvit continued.

"What is power?" Shulot chewed on this question. As a person with past memories, he doesn't believe in bloodlines and theocracy.

"Exalted status?" Shulot thought of King Tissok.

Avit just smiled and said nothing.

Shulot continued to rack his brains thinking about the memories of different eras. Suddenly, a sentence learned in class suddenly came to mind: "Power comes from the people!"

Avit was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked at Shulot for a while, then nodded slowly. "You are right. Power comes from people's hearts. You really have Su Hui."

"Tell me, what is human heart?" Avit looked at Shulot seriously.

"A behavior that makes people respect." Xiulot thought of this era, the daily rituals of the grandfather and the king, the funerals held for the war dead yesterday, and the sacrifices in the name of gods. Finally, I remembered Zong Zhou's "Ritual and Music".

"Behaviors that bring benefits to people." Xiulot thought of the cheers of the warriors during yesterday's victory, the importance of productivity, and the power of wealth in memories.

"Habits that have not changed for a long time." Shulot thought of the inertia of history, the long theocracy era in Central America, the Zhou Dynasty that lasted to the Warring States Period, and the religion that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"anything else?"

There must be something else. Shulot thought about all the memories. The human heart, the human heart is the rule, the legitimacy of the rule, the source of legitimacy. However, an inexplicable force has blurred his past memory and prevented him from continuing to think.

Perhaps, time will tell him everything.

"I don't know." Shulot stopped struggling and looked at Avitt expectantly.

However, Avit did not continue the conversation just now, nor did he suddenly pick up a wooden stick and hit Shulot on the head, asking "Have you enlightened?".

He just looked at the night sky quietly.

Shulot also looked at the night sky, where there were countless stars. In the summer night in Central America, in the middle ages bonfire, the Milky Way is so bright, the sky and the earth are so vast.

To the starry sky, the time of a thousand years is but a moment. Can the rise and fall of the world really trigger changes in the astrology?

Shulot stared at the Ziwei star in the north. She lived in the center of the northern sky. It was so bright and eye-catching, as if it had a natural majesty. There seems to be a saying in my ear: "If you control the hearts of the people, you control the country."

A gust of wind blew by, and the drizzle fell down, wet their feather crowns.

"It's raining, let's go back."

Avit turned and walked towards the camp.

Nothing to say all night.

A few days passed quickly, and the rainy June season began to warm up. Continuous rain makes the forest more difficult. There was an additional road in the forest, and the bodies of the fallen Otomi captives stretched all the way to the city of Xilotepec. And soon, the grass and trees will bury the road, and bring the life back to the earth.

The Mexica warriors were excited about victory at the beginning, but then their morale was dampened by the boundless rain and mountains. Fortunately, the road is not long. Soon, the city of Xilotepec is in sight.

If we want to attack Ottopan in the future, this road will be extended to more than half a month. Shulot frowned and thought, what a disaster.

Cassar was at the head of the line. Today he is wearing a formal sunstone cloak and a gorgeously unfurled special feather crown. Behind him is a row of flag bearers holding various flags, and behind them are jaguar military nobles who have made military exploits, escorting more than 2,500 soldiers. Otomi captive.

Kasar's usually indifferent face was full of joy, and Barda beside him was also wearing a formal eagle noble costume, strutting proudly.

As the victorious returning team escorted the prisoners, they approached the west gate of Xilotepec City. After besieging the city for many days, the idle warriors from various states cheered and howled enthusiastically.

Shulot finally saw the Teotihuacan team. His father was in full swing, and he brought Olosh and a group of familiar warriors to watch the excitement.

In the past two months, father and son finally met. Xiu Suoke strode forward and pulled Xiu Luot into his arms. The two seemed to have a thousand words to say, but they didn't know how to speak for a while.

On the contrary, Olosh came up and patted Shulot on the shoulder happily: "Hey, Shulot, I haven't seen you for a while, you seem to be a lot more mature."

Seeing Olosh's casual behavior, Berthard, who had been following Shulot, frowned, stepped forward, and slightly protected Shulot's side. The two warriors with jaguar strength looked at each other, and then looked at each other, with a light in their eyes, and the fighting spirit was burning like fire.

Xiulot quickly introduced the two sides. Hearing that Olosh was the teacher who taught Xiulot martial arts, Bertard took a step back and bowed his head slightly to the jaguar to apologize.

When they heard that Bertard was a follower of Shulot, Xiusock and Olosh looked at each other with expressions of surprise.

Afterwards, the father and son couldn't wait to share their experiences with each other. Before long, Shulot saw Avit standing not far away, looking at the two with a smile.

Xiulot hurriedly introduced: "This is Avitsotel, the king's younger brother and my best friend."

Hearing these words, a satisfied arc appeared on Avit's handsome face, and then he looked at Xiusoke with a half-smile.

However, Xiusoke's expression froze, and there was a trace of worry that could not be concealed on his resolute face. Apparently had heard of Avitt long ago.

The two greeted each other.

"Respected Commander Xiusoke, you really gave birth to a son who is born with intelligence." Avet praised with a sincere smile.

"Where. Xiulot has always been stupid, not commonplace. Natural intelligence is just a rumor, at best he is only a little good at numbers." Xiusoke explained nervously.

"The king is already waiting for the returning legion, we have to go first." Avit smiled again, then turned and left.

Xiulot had no choice but to follow.

Before leaving, his father shook his hand tightly and said with his lips: "Be careful!"