Aztec Eternals

The setting sun is like bright red cocoa, dripping into the dark sky, leaving only a slight afterglow in the western sky. Berthard squatted next to Yoku's gradually icy body, staring silently for a long time. Familiar memories flooded into my mind again and flowed into my eyes, spreading a deeper layer of vicissitudes in the vicissitudes of the pupils of the samurai commander.

"This is the fate of the samurai, no one can escape"

Berthard watched the hound's smile and murmured softly. After a while, he shook his head lightly, stretched out his hand, and closed Yoku's wide-open eyes. Then, the warrior commander took out the sharp obsidian dagger from his waist, slowly held it out, and pressed it on the hound's neck. He needed to bring a token to report back to His Highness.

"Haha! Dear Warrior Chief Sacred Eagle, look, who did I catch!!"

Hearty laughter came from the forest not far away, and soon came to him. Berthard looked up, and saw Toltek striding forward with his hands clasped tightly, a young warrior decorated with guards on his shoulders, and his face full of excitement.

Taking advantage of the last afterglow in the sky, the warrior chief watched carefully. The warrior's hair was disheveled, his hands and feet were tightly bound with hemp rope, and a ball of cotton cloth was stuffed in his mouth. He was struggling on the shoulder of the black wolf, screaming "woo woo". At this moment, he looks like a captured elk, falling into the hands of Mexica warriors!

"This is.?"

Bertard pushed aside the young warrior's messy hair, and looked at the angry and haughty eyes of the young warrior; then, he pinched the warrior's chin, forced the warrior to open his mouth, and observed the white teeth without a trace of wear and tear; finally, he pulled Opening the neckline of the other party, he glanced at the pampered white neck and the red blood stains on the neck. Thinking of the hound's dying performance, the samurai commander's face finally showed unbelievable shock.

"Is this...?!"

"Yes, I have recognized his face! This is the king of Tarasco, Kasongchi of the Prepecha people, the most sacred prey I have caught in this life, and the white deer nominated by His Highness, King Suangua !"

The black wolf Toltek was in high spirits, his eyes were about to shine. He bent down carefully, and handed Su Angua, who was struggling in vain, in front of the warrior commander.

"Dear Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander, you taught me martial arts, recommended my talents, and saved my life today! I want to give this sacred prey to you, so that you can dedicate it to Your Highness!"

Hearing this, Bertard was slightly taken aback. He stared into Toltek's sincere eyes, and after a while, he smiled gratifiedly.

"Toltek, this is His Highness's white deer, and it is also the most sacred sacrifice in the entire Western Expedition! Once he is sent back to the capital in the lake, all the priests and elders, all the people in the capital, and the entire Mexica Alliance , and even the whole world will be excited about it! And you will also become the strongest warrior who is famous all over the world and spread epic! Toltek, do you really not want this credit?"

Hearing that he was famous all over the world, Toltek's face showed deep yearning. He tugged at his hair, thought for a while in distress, and then showed shame, and opened his mouth in anticipation of Ai Ai.

"Ah, this respected Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander, can we offer this prey together?"

Bertard laughed. He looked at the simple and resolute young man in front of him, and he became more and more sure that the other party was his most suitable successor. The samurai leader felt like electricity, and said with a smile in his mouth.

"Hei Lang, you captured Suangua with your own hands! This is your credit, I don't want it, and I don't need it. The biggest casualty was breaking the enemy line from the front. According to His Highness's consideration, the credit for capturing the king was originally reserved for them. Moreover, these two generals, like us, were born among the common people, and you should get closer to them in the future."

The wind blows away the whispers in the forest, turning them into whimpers in the wind. Su Angua lay on the icy soil, watching himself being pushed aside as a prey, and the anger of shame engulfed his heart. He arched his legs, struggled hard on the ground, and let out a cry of "woo woo". Then he saw the familiar head of the Hound, hanging from the waist of another Mexica warrior, with a dying smile on his face.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!!"

The king's cry turned into a choked growl, which at last disturbed the two men in conversation. Drops of blood flowed from the king's neck, with large drops of warm tears.

"Did he hurt his neck?"

"It's just a bit of skin. Tarasco's eagle is tough, much tougher than that courageous crocodile. When I approached him just now, he resisted twice. Seeing that he was invincible, he pulled out a handful of copper Killed himself with a dagger. It’s just that his arm was injured, and his movements were slower.”

"It needs to be bandaged. Such a sacred sacrifice has never been seen in the history of the alliance. It must be sent back to the capital in the lake alive!"

Bertard leaned over as he spoke. The samurai commander made a quick move, and a precise uppercut hit Su Angua's chin. The dense nerves simultaneously transmitted severe pain signals, and the cerebellum connected by the trigeminal nerve was instantly out of balance. The young king rolled his eyes for an instant, stopped struggling suddenly, and fell completely fainted on the ground. The samurai commander nodded in satisfaction, the skill of capturing prisoners has not yet fallen. Then, the two quickly bandaged Su Angua's wound, and one after the other, they carried the precious "White Deer" and walked cautiously outside the forest.

The fighting outside the forest has come to an end. Under the outflanking of superior forces and the shooting of precise bows and arrows, almost all the copper ax guards in the rear were killed in battle. Only a few people took advantage of the dark night to escape into the dangerous forest. The Mexica warriors lit torches and scattered in the woods in a team of dozens of people. It wasn't until the two commanders appeared in front of them, and Bertard held up the head of the hound, that the warriors of the alliance burst into cheers together!

The samurai commander shouted an order to gather the scattered samurai. Then, he called the lieutenant general and whispered a few words. More than a dozen personal guards then came in low-key and took over the unconscious Su Angua. Hei Lang personally sat in the town, guarding beside him every step of the way. Immediately the army set off, and the unconscious King Tarasco walked out of the forest on his back with his head bowed.

A pale moon rose in the east, illuminating the stacked corpses in front of the woods. The copper axes of the corpse were all picked up, leaving only the damaged leather armor and deep blood stains on the ground. The wind blew faintly through the treetops, and the night owl was chirping in a low voice. It opened its round eyes wide, smelling the death on the ground. The prestigious Tarasco Praetorian Guards were silently destroyed here, hidden in the forest forever!

As the night darkened, hundreds of warriors held up their torches and hurried north with their prey into the vast wilderness. Bertard looked around, and the cascading shadows enveloped the earth, covering up the traces of fighting during the day. And thousands of torches flicker on the plain, like a sky full of stars. In the dense star battle, the shouts and questions of the warriors interspersed continuously.

The army didn't go far, and a large number of warriors came to greet them from a distance.

"But the Sacred Eagle Warrior Commander's troops?"

"Exactly! Where are you from?"

"I am a hereditary nobleman of Tenochtitlan, the deputy general of Captain Iscari, and Kozat of the South Road Advance Corps! His Highness, who is as good at war as a god, sent us here to clean up the battlefield carefully, and at the same time to meet you, brave The holy eagle warrior commander!"

During the conversation, the two sides approached each other. Bertard signaled slightly, and the black wolf took its prey and hid in the center of the army. Then, the samurai commander walked quickly to the front of the formation with a smile on his face.

"Where is Marshal Iscari?"

Cozat, who responded, was travel-stained, with a strong figure, and the joy of victory was on his face.

"This battle is a big victory! Your Highness has set up a commanding tent on the northern battlefield. The captain has already met His Highness! The army has just rested, and the celebration dinner will begin soon!"

Berthard looked at the happy look on Cozart's face, and nodded secretly. Afterwards, he looked around the surrounding area and asked in a deep voice.

"The plain is full of torches, why are there so many troops cleaning the battlefield?"

"Ha! The King Tarasco captured by the Chinese army was just a cardinal, and the real eagle was missing. His Highness was furious, and sent out our new reinforcements to search the mountains and forests, and even killed the king. Find it out! Hey, I don't know which team can have the luck that the gods love, and capture the biggest spoils in the Western Expedition!"

Noble Cozart chuckled, with an envious look on his face and greedy eyes. Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and looked at Bertard with a smile.

"Warrior Sacred Eagle, what is the result of your pursuit?"

Berthard's eyes flickered slightly. He nodded with a smile, pointed to the head on his waist, and said simply.

"Living up to His Highness's mission."

Cozart looked at the face of the head, and the greed in his eyes flashed away. Then, he looked at the samurai commander with admiration.

"I've also heard that Yuku the Hound is an unrivaled warrior! He once killed such an opponent, and he truly deserves to be the leader of the holy eagle warrior personally appointed by His Highness! Some people in the South Army still have doubts about you, but in my opinion , your title is truly well-deserved!"

Bertard smiled and nodded, thanking Cozart for his compliment. He waved his hand to signal the legion to move on, and then spoke softly to Cozart, who stood beside him.

"It's not easy for the South Road advance army to arrive in time!"

"Yes. We sat in a canoe for two weeks, and then landed in the south. Everyone was tired and hungry, and food and supplies were scarce. Fortunately, the Tarasco nobles in the south were vulnerable, and there was no leader at all. People. The army plundered for a while, gathered the food for the north, and immediately obeyed the call of His Highness, and came day and night!"

"His Highness often told us that Marshal Iscari is a true hero, a tiger and leopard who is willing to fight, and never disappoints!"

"Haha! The head also told us that His Highness is invincible, worthy of the blood of the royal family! In today's epic battle, His Highness defeated Tarasco's royal army from the front. In the sky, the eagle of Tarasco broke its wings forever. From then on, in the hearts of the nobles and warriors of the alliance, His Highness is like the real sun, rising from the east!"

Hearing this description, Berthard smiled, but his heart shivered. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged noble beside him. Cozart also looked deeply, clenched his fist and stretched out his right arm.

"The most important martial arts in the alliance! On behalf of the hereditary nobles of Tenochtitlan, the patriarch of the Weasel family, I pay tribute to the great Highness! Please convey the most noble greetings of the Weasel family to His Highness for me. High Priest , has always been our most sincere friend!"

In the Nahua language, "Kozat" means weasel. This inherited name symbolizes an ancient family that coexisted with the alliance. These families may not be powerful, but they are deeply rooted in the capital of the lake, and they will never express their positions easily. And now, they finally bowed to His Highness.

Bertard looked at it for a moment, and a perfect smile gradually appeared on his face. He nodded deeply, clenched his fist and firmly held the opponent's arm.

"The newborn sun is inseparable from the magnificent capital city in the lake. The weasel family takes root in the capital city"

"Naturally."

The two talked in a low voice while walking, and they had a very happy chat. The laughter drifted away faintly, reaching the center of the army formation. Hei Lang raised his head and looked in the direction of the warrior commander suspiciously. He is just a pure samurai who has just stepped into the ranks of the commander and knows little about politics. After listening for a while, Hei Lang scratched his head boredly, looked at the captured "White Deer" beside him, and grinned happily.

The night fell, and the clouds floated from afar, making the earth even deeper. A large piece of fire appeared on the field, and high-pitched human voices floated from a distance. Hei Lang followed the sound and saw that the patrol team became denser, and a huge camp appeared before everyone's eyes.

In the camp at this time, tens of thousands of warriors were singing with all their heart, making a lot of noise! From time to time, someone danced a celebratory battle dance, calling the names of the gods and His Highness, and their voices were full of joy after the victory. As the warm night wind blows, clusters of bonfires sway with the wind, corn tortillas smeared with chili are grilled on the fire, and the air is full of tempting fragrance.

The army returned to the camp, the warriors dispersed one by one, the generals continued to move forward, and soon arrived at the commander's tent. Under Kozart's surprised eyes, the black wolf, carrying the sacred "white stag", was the first to open the tent door and strode in.

The breeze came from the door, blowing the bright bonfire, the commotion in the big tent stopped immediately, and everyone's eyes followed. The majestic Highness sat high in the center of the main seat, his demeanor became more and more serious, and his expression was majestic. Behind His Highness is a row of armored personal guards, flanked by fierce generals. On the second seat next to the main seat, sat cross-legged a middle-aged warrior with high cheekbones and a serious expression.

The black wolf Toltek held his head high, looked around the generals boldly, and then glanced at the dejected monkey Kuluka. He only took two steps forward, and placed the unconscious Su Angua in the middle of the big tent, ignoring the gazes of the generals who were either examining or speculating, and shouted confidently.

"I, Black Wolf Toltek, offer the most sacred prey to His Majesty the Most High - King of Tarasco, Kasongchisuangua!"

"Congratulations on your highness' victory! I am your highness' black wolf, and I will hunt the white deer of Tarasco for you, and I will also sweep the world for you!!"