Aztec Eternals

In the early morning sun, Lake Texcoco undulates brightly. And in the bright light, there are reflections of countless flowers. This is the great botanical garden of Tenochtitlan, a place that symbolizes the royal family and nobility.

Under the sun and unknown shadows, in a sea of ​​flowers and trees, a beautiful Lantern Begonia is blooming. The flower branches are entwined with deep golden borders, and the red flowers are like hanging upside-down lanterns, exuding a pleasant honey fragrance.

A young blue-green hummingbird is attracted by the scent of honey. It dances quickly among the flowers, bringing the sound of fluttering wings like brilliant lightning. Then suddenly stopped, hanging in front of the flower, stretched out a slender beak, happily sucking the sweet nectar.

However, the moment the hummingbird stopped flying and drank happily. The golden edge of the flower branch suddenly jumped up and turned into a golden streamer. The streamer took the flowers in the blink of an eye, and the hummingbird disappeared, leaving only a golden javelin snake.

The javelin snake closed its bright red mouth, and a bulge slowly slid down from its throat to its abdomen. Then it stuck out its forked tongue, licked its big mouth, and exhaled the air in its belly with satisfaction. It's lazy comfort to be full. At this moment, a shrill sound of wind came from the sky, and the shadow in the sky expanded rapidly until it was drowned. It raised its head in shock, and was about to open its red mouth with fangs.

An old eagle descended from the sky, pounced on the javelin snake with lightning speed, and pecked seven inches of the Javelin snake. The red mouth trembled, and the long tongue hung down feebly. Then, the eagle took the golden snake in its mouth and just pulled away without leaving any traces. Only the lantern flowers trembling slightly in the wind.

The murderous intent is hidden in the beautiful capital, and who knows his identity?

When the sun was slightly slanting in the east, two thousand family warriors gathered outside the Montezuma Palace. Afterwards, Avit bid farewell to his daughter and took away Shulot who said goodbye. Surrounded by family warriors, a group of people headed for the chief minister's palace.

The palace of the chief minister is not far from the east of the Great Temple. The scale of the palace is not large, but extremely high, almost equal to the Great Temple. There are special passages between the temple and the palace directly to facilitate the exchange of personnel on both sides.

In fact, the Palace of the Chief Chancellor was the center of imperial politics during the decades when the Elders took over. The envoys went to the great temple through this passage, and conveyed the order to the priests at all levels. The warrior guards of the Great Temple also obeyed the orders of the elders.

Arriving under the chief palace, Shulot saw hundreds of elite warriors at a glance. These warriors held sharp and strong copper weapons, wore leather armor, and wore animal helmets that covered their faces, and they were motionless in the sun. This is the elder guard, which is equivalent to the existence of the king's guard.

The family warriors stopped here. Arvette and Shulot continued upward with their important entourage. Climbing tens of meters on the stone steps of the palace, there is another heavily guarded hall. Then the envoy stepped forward and announced that the elder only summoned Avit and Shulot. Intelligence officer Gilliam, bodyguard Stanley and warrior chief Bertard could only stop here.

The two put down their weapons, took off their leather armor, and only wore noble costumes. They walked into the corridor behind the hall, and behind them were the elder guards holding gifts. On both sides of the corridor are huge murals, depicting majestic gods, magnificent temples, tall kings, and simple warriors. At the bottom are all kinds of fallen enemies.

Shulot observed the murals, all of which were chapters of the patron saint, Vitzilopochtli. From He defeated the gods on the Snake Mountain to become the God of War, to He ascended to the sky instead of the Sun God, and then descended to the mortal world to promise the ancestors of Mexica, and gave the leader of Mexica the authority of the world, and then issued a decree to make the Toltecs and the surrender of the Tepaneks, and finally the great sacrifice of the king's conquest of the South. There is still a large blank area behind waiting to be painted.

Xiuluo nodded. These murals are a treatise on how gods were created by humans. This is the history of the development of the Mexica people, and it is also the most immortal achievement in the life of the elders.

Then, at the end of the promenade, on one side is the flat top of the Great Temple in the west, facing the red temple of the patron saint. On the other side, which is at the same level as the temple, an elder who has spanned centuries is sitting quietly on the stone seat of the gods, and casts his eyes on the people who are walking in.

Shulot took a quick look. The elder on the stone seat was extremely old, reminiscent of an ancient sacred tree. His face was calm, as indifferent as a deep sea without light. The body is tall and straight, and the momentum is like a towering mountain. His eyes fell, giving people a heavy pressure, cold and without any emotion. In his hand, he held a small copper bell.

Behind the elder, stood a smiling Kechar and a fat Ugel. Further on, there is the guard of the elders, and there is a sculpture warrior headed by him and his clay pot.

Seeing the elder, Avitt looked solemnly, and led Shulot to kneel down respectfully to salute.

"Great Sivacovatel, the immortal sun of the Mexica, the supreme elder! Your most outstanding descendant, Avit, offers you the most sincere respect and blessings! May the patron saint be with us, and the sun forever Don't fall!"

The elder nodded and waved his hand. The two stood up and offered gifts.

"May the flowers always be with you and the elders be immortal!"

Avet first presented flowers, which he picked in the royal botanical garden early in the morning.

The elder looked calm.

"This is the flag of the commander of the Otomi Legion, which I captured in the war."

Afterwards, Avet presented a three-meter-long command flag. Apart from the Hirotepec Shrine, this is the most advanced trophy in the entire Otomi War. This level of spoils is actually not uncommon in the vast war of the Mexica for decades.

"This is the equipment of a Tarasco high-ranking warrior, from a hearty victory!"

In the end, Avit presented a bronze helmet, a pair of bronze shoulder pads, and a bronze axe.

The elder's gaze finally fluctuated. He stared at the bronze helmet and shoulder pads, and nodded slightly. This is a new creation of the Tarasco people in the past ten years.

Then it was Shulot's turn to offer a gift.

"This is the trebuchet I invented. It can throw a 20-pound stone bullet 300 meters away, and a 50-pound stone projectile 150 meters away." He first presented a small trebuchet model.

After a series of structural optimizations, the range and power of the trebuchet have been improved. Xiulot has sent people to the market to buy copper nails, customize copper connectors, and try to further improve and strengthen the trebuchet.

The elder nodded. Stone bullets weighing fifty catties cannot effectively destroy solid stone walls several meters high, but they can destroy the simple wooden and stone walls of the southern city-states.

"This is a longbow I invented. It can hurt unarmored militiamen within 160 paces. It can hurt low-level warriors in full armor if thrown within 120 paces. It can hurt armored soldiers within 90 paces. An elite warrior in leather armor."

Shulot presented a gilt-carved longbow, and then confidently declared its power.

The elder stared. He stared at Longbow and Shulot for a moment, examining his Teotihuacan costume. After beckoning, two warriors stepped forward, placed their leather armor, and tested the power of the longbow.

The main hall plus the promenade is nearly a hundred steps away. The samurai who tried shooting was in his prime, his upper body was slightly arched, and his hands were obviously calloused. He was a veteran who was good at Tlaxcala bows. He tried shooting twice first, feeling the strength of the bow, quite surprised. Then he drew the bow to 70%, and the arrow was like lightning, piercing through the leather armor at 70 steps, and nailed to the wall, the tail of the arrow kept trembling.

The elder's gaze stayed on the leather armor. He stared at the two arrow holes on the front and back of his chest, and fell silent.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kechar bowed forward with a smile and whispered softly: "Elder, the power of the longbow is indeed impressive. King Tisok died under the longbow."

The elder's eyes lowered slightly, he didn't say anything, he simply waved his hand.

The warriors took their longbows and bowed to leave.

"This is the paper I invented. It can be used to record all kinds of information. As long as cheap bark, jute, bamboo, and reeds are used, tens of thousands of paper can be made. These three loads of paper only need ten craftsmen for two weeks The time will be even faster in the future!"

Xiu Luote offered three loads of paper and a roll of the Thousand Characters written in Chinese characters. He pulled the paper roll to show the writing effect, and then pulled it again to prove the toughness of the bark paper.

The elder motioned for Shulot to come forward. He took the paper and flipped through it, and then carefully looked at the paper book with Chinese characters written on it. This time he didn't nod, just thinking about something.

"This is a script I invented. It has clear meaning, writing rules, and combination forms. Nobles, priests, warriors, and even village residents in distant city-states can clearly understand what is written on paper as long as they master this script. laws and regulations, myth history, and alliance events!"

Finally, Xiulot offered a set of wooden boards corresponding to pictographs and regular script Chinese characters, and at the same time pointed to the paper book in the hands of the elders, proudly proclaiming the great characters. This is the real foundation for maintaining the empire, and everything will change from here!

The elder lowered his eyes and fell into deep contemplation, and the hall was filled with solemnity.

Kechar looked closely at the text in front of him. He had a lot of thoughts, then his eyes were fixed, his face was serious, and the smile disappeared from his face for the first time. When he looked at Shulot again, he lowered his eyelids intentionally to hide the deep chill in his eyes.

Ugel next to him didn't realize it. He just touched the soft paper and felt that if it was cheap, it would be convenient to use in some daily life. Well, better than leaves and twigs for sure!

After a while, the elder finally waved his hand. Xiulot respectfully bid farewell. He is full of pride in his heart, and he is confident to open up a bright future of culture!

Suddenly a bell rang, and Shulott heard the sound and looked, but saw the elder shaking the small bell in his hand. While he was puzzled, the sculpture-like warriors in the hall seemed to have heard a spell, and instantly gathered beside the two of them.

"Take it!" The elder spoke for the first time, his voice was like an ancient rock, old and without any emotion.

The elder guards swarmed up and subdued Avit and Shulot. Then, a side door opened, leading to the inner layer of the deep palace. In daze and shock, Xiulot was brought into the unknown depths.

Before entering the door, Avit took a look at the expressionless elder, but he was confident and calm.