Tesosomok's face suddenly turned livid.
"Whose team member is this?" he asked the servant beside him, "Who said the other side is just a ragtag group of people?"
"I...I'm just repeating what I heard." The servant was frightened to death. "As for whose team member...how can we tell clearly?"
The audience burst into applause. Shooting the ball into the hoop to end the game, no matter who the scorer is, at this moment, he is a living legend. Nesa Hualcoyotel even applauded while walking down the stand, came to the slave who had unexpectedly won, and asked with a smile: "What is your name? Which city state are you from?"
"My name is Smatka, from Tepanek." The slave bowed respectfully to Nezahualcyotel, "Tratoani, you should remember that my father was The last football teacher of Tratoani.”
"Oh, it's that samurai, I remember him." Nesa Hualcoyotel closed his eyes and recalled for a while in front of everyone. "He was punished for retreating from the war, and his family became slaves. It turned out that his son was you."
"Yes." The slave replied with some shame, "That's me."
Unexpectedly, Nezabarcoyotel smiled slightly, suddenly raised Smatka's right hand, and shouted to the audience: "His name is Smatka! He is from Texcoco State." !”
The audience burst into cheers again.
"Smatka, your performance today is very exciting!" Nezavarcoyotel said, "Not only the goal you scored, but also the wisdom you showed to score this goal. In Before the game started, you had a keen insight into the only possible way to win, and you only had this one chance to perform before being heavily defended by your opponent. You seized this opportunity and won. I All warriors in the country must learn from your skills and wisdom. If you are willing, I can restore your status and serve my Texcoco state from today on, how about it?"
Smatka knelt on the ground in flattery: "It's a great honor."
"Tinek," Nesa Hualcoyotel looked at the people in the stands with a smile and said, "I want to redeem this slave, so please bear with me and part with my love."
Only Tinac was still in a confused state: "If Tratoani wants it... then of course."
"Nessa Hualcoyotel...actually pretends that she only knows him now. How many people can there be in a city-state with such skills, and they were once warriors...How could you not recognize him?"
Tesosomok cursed under his breath. He realized that he had fallen into Nezahualcoyotel's trap, but now that it was over, he could only swallow the anger in his heart. If your team fails, the effect of announcing that there will be no need for human sacrifice will be much worse. But the matter has come to this, and there is no other way. He could only put a smile on his face, and with the support of the soldiers, he followed the example of Nesa Hualcoyotl and walked down the pyramid while clapping.
"Your victory is wonderful. Later, the messenger of Quetzalcoatl will personally award you the award."
He patted Smartka's shoulder perfunctorily, and then stared at the two samurai he had placed in the team with deep resentment. The two warriors were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, trembling.
"According to the custom since the founding of Aztlan to this day, the losing team in front of the altar will sacrifice the entire team to the gods."
Tesosomok spoke loudly for all to hear.
"Although Quetzalcoatl does not like human sacrifice, the New Fire Ceremony has not yet been held, and the Sun War God is still our patron saint, so sacrifices to him are indispensable - bring the things up!"
Those prisoners of war who didn't know the truth had completely forgotten to cry. They were all devastated, their faces were ashen, as if they were dead, while another burst of cheers broke out from the audience. Tsosomok glanced at Nesa Hualcoyotl resentfully. If he hadn't interfered with it, it would have been the opponent's team that was disappointed now, and the Tratoani who were watching the game would also have become disappointed. party.
More than a dozen servants brought the cornmeal buns with meat fillings that had been wrapped in advance on plates. Each bun was as big as an adult's head, with the neck and face pinched out.
Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Tesosomok changed the subject:
"But even though I insisted, the messenger of Quetzalcoatl still stopped me from using human beings for sacrifice. In desperation, I had no choice but to compromise. This is food made from cornmeal and animal meat. I will use it as a sacrifice." This replaces a living person and is sacrificed to the lofty gods!"
Although the ball game failed, the effect was much worse. But from a profit perspective, the visiting Tratoanis should still support this approach. Tesosomoc judged thus.
Unexpectedly, Nesa Hualcoyotel, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly frowned and put out his hand in front of Tesosomok: "Tesosomok, what you did is unfair."
Tesosomok glanced at him unhappily: "Unfair?"
"How could you use such a ridiculous sacrifice just because your team lost!" Nezavarcoyotel suddenly raised his voice and pointed at Tesosomok's nose in front of everyone. Li Sheng scolded, "What do you think the messenger of God disagrees with? Since the loser will not be sacrificed, why didn't you explain it face to face at the beginning? If your team is going to win today, I'm afraid you just say nothing. Put those people on the altar!"
This sudden accusation was completely unexpected by Tsosomok.
"Nessa Hualcoyo Terkel...I also have two of your team members in my team."
"So what? If they lose the game, they deserve to be sacrificed!" Nesa Hualcoyotel's face showed no sympathy at all. "All the Tratoani present have sent slaves, and they all bear the same responsibility. Risk. You cannot always regard them as losers conquered by us. They pay taxes to us and are protected by us. Their slaves are no different from our slaves. We should treat them equally. How can you be so partial? ?”
There were murmurs in the audience.
"You said I can't bear to part with these slaves? Are you kidding me!" Tesosomok said with his eyes widened. "The teams I sent are all rebels! They deserve to die! Why can't I bear to let them go?"
"Is that so? Then why do you want to put your own warriors in the team again?" Nezavarcoyotel raised his voice again. He accurately pointed out the two team members deployed by Tesosomok with his hand and said, "Others don't know, but I can see it clearly! These two people are part of your Leopard Warrior team. They won the competition last year." Get past my two warriors!"
The stands erupted with boos. Tessosomok was keenly aware that the eyes of the Tratoani towards him had become very unfriendly.
"I deployed warriors...don't you have any?" He was already mad. "Isn't that Smatka the team member you deployed?"
"Of course not." Nezavarcoyotl replied without changing his face. "Except for you, we all only found out about this game today, didn't we?"
