"Despicable Aztlans!" The prisoners of war couldn't help but cursed, "You are just afraid of Citralmina!"
"There is no need to let Citralmina play." Avilistri moved his freed limbs, and the muscles undulated under his skin like waves. "If it is a one-on-one battle, I One guy can win five.”
Under this rule, the earlier someone comes on the scene, the easier it is to be skinned. Hearing that Avilistri was willing to be the first to go on the field, the other prisoners of war breathed a sigh of relief.
Sitralmina was a little surprised. When she proposed the plan of escaping by diving, Avilistri and Quitspari had opposed her. She thought that Avilistri had resigned to his fate like everyone else, but she didn't expect that he would be the first to stand up at this moment.
"I lost the Crown War, so I won't run away alone. But since there is a way to save us all, that's another matter."
Avilistri walked in front of Citralmina and helped her block the sight of the Aztlan people. At the same time, he said to Citralmina behind him: "
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After I lose, I will use this loincloth to cover your body. You are a disciple of Master Querakiri, and you will definitely be able to win the remaining duel easily. No - for the sake of our people, you must win. "
Citralmina was moved by Avilistri's arrogance and couldn't help but nodded: "I promise you, if you lose, no matter whether they agree with me wearing clothes or not, I will be the second one to play. However, I believe you will be able to successfully win five games.”
As soon as Citralmina said these words, the remaining three prisoners of war felt even more relieved. Avilistri is one of the bravest warriors in their tribe. If he fights one on one, he can win twice. Including the skin that was peeled off after his own defeat, there are three. As soon as Citralmina came on the scene, it was no problem to win two human skins. The rest of them don't seem to need to play this time.
"You must pay attention to your physical strength." Citralmina helped Avilistri move his muscles. "Even if you win four games, if you lose the fifth game, you will be skinned."
Avellist nodded. After he finished warming up, he jumped onto the boulder and shouted to the black-clothed priest: "Give me the weapon you promised!"
The priest had a successful smile on his face. In full view of everyone, he thrust a small wooden stick decorated with bright feathers into Avilistri's hands.
"What is this?" Avilistri looked at the small wooden stick in his hand, which was only as thick as his thumb, with a livid face. "What I want is a weapon! You said you would give me exquisite weapons!"
"Oh, look at the green bird feathers on this wooden stick, how beautiful it is. Only the Sun King and the Tratoani of each city-state can use green bird feathers as decoration!" The priest said, "Look again, Its front section has been sharpened for a short period. This is not just a branch picked up from anywhere, but the most exquisite weapon that has been finely polished and decorated!"
Just as the priest in black came in to speak, a new group of priests came over and lit a slightly dizzying incense around the round stone. Then, another priest came up with a bloody head in his hand. The black priest smiled and took the head, placed it on a skull stand next to the round stone, and then shouted to the sky: "May the sun war god Huitzilopochtli witness that in the next fight, will The magic of the warriors on both sides is withdrawn!"
After seeing the head clearly, the prisoners of war were so angry that they wanted to rush over and dig out the heart of the black priest - that head belonged to none other than their companion, Quetspari, who made feather ornaments!
However, the spearheads of the Aztlan warriors stopped their movement - except for Avilistri, who had jumped onto the boulder, the other four were closely guarded by the fully armed Aztlan warriors. Hard to move an inch.
Avelistri was also furious and shouted at the black priest: "What about the things you promised us? Why haven't you fulfilled any of them?"
The priest in black smiled disdainfully: "Isn't it already fulfilled? You have already obtained the weapons. Haven't you learned how to use wooden sticks? But our warriors will also use wooden sticks to fight with you next. Still. Say you think the number of weapons is not enough? Do you want me to get you another stick?"
"You said as long as we can win, we can live forever!"
"Oh, that's for the warriors participating in this ceremony. I can swear again in front of God - as long as the five of you can keep winning, you can live until the end of the world!"
Avilistri was so angry that he swung the stick several times with all his strength, and then shouted to the Aztlan people who were watching: "Who is my opponent! Let him hurry up" Click it and die!"
The crowd burst into laughter, seemingly satisfied with Avilistri's reaction. After a roar of laughter, Avilistri's opponent came on stage - he wore a wooden helmet shaped like an eagle's head, heavy cotton armor, and held a log stick the size of a human head in his hand. Dozens of sharpened obsidian blades were neatly inserted on the edge of the stick.
At this time, this group of prisoners of war finally saw clearly the Aztlan people's plot. The sacrifice of warriors who died in battle was a necessary ritual of this festival, so several duels had to be arranged. But from the beginning, there was no way the Aztlan people would lose!
Avilistri was so angry that he threw away the thin wooden stick in his hand: "If you want to peel my skin, you can peel it off, I will not let you complete this ritual satisfactorily!"
But just as he turned around, the eagle warrior rushed up from behind, waving his weapon without hesitation!
"Avilistri, watch your back!"
The prisoners screamed. But before Avilistri could turn around, the eagle warrior had already smashed the stick at the back of Avilistri's head. The heavy blow made Avilistri's eyes turn white, and at the same time, the obsidian blade on the stick penetrated deeply into the back of its head.
Blood mixed with unknown liquid flowed from the wound. Avilistri's body froze for a while, and then collapsed to the ground like a sponge.
Sensing the anger on the faces of the prisoners of war, Aztlan's warriors raised ten times their number of spears and pinned their bodies to the ground!
But I saw that the eagle warrior did not kill Avilistri directly. He squatted down and made several incisions on Avilistri's neck and wrists to allow the blood to flow out of Avilistri's body more smoothly. The red blood flowed along the lines carved on the round stone, and finally gathered on the bloody mouth on the round stone, making the head look even more ferocious.
The sun, which was not bright enough, was completely hidden by the clouds. The eagle warrior paraded around the platform several times to receive congratulations. Soon after, the bleeding from Avilistri's body decreased significantly. The priests swarmed forward, and amid the cries of grief and anger from the prisoners of war and the laughter of the Aztlan people, they skillfully peeled off Avilistri's skin with obsidian daggers.
As a reward for the winner, the bloody human skin was draped on the eagle warrior by the priests. The eagle warrior, wearing Avilistri's skin and dragging Avilistri's body, began to circle the platform again to accept people's congratulations. And Avelistri's strong body will be taken home by him tonight and become a delicious meal on his family's plate.
