When the fire was finally put out, some of the Tratoani in the stands had been seriously burned. In order to extinguish the fire, Nezabarcoyotl was doused with mud, and from time to time he made unexplained "humming humming" sounds from his mouth, which made him look like a pig rolling in the mud.
The rest of the Tratoani began to whisper. The envoy invited by Tesosomoc wounded Nezahualcyotel, which gave them a different smell. Mastra and Teaneck had only a few of their clothes burned because they were some distance away from Nezahualcoyotl. They stood aside solemnly, listening carefully to the conversation between Ella and Nesa Hualcoyotel, trying to get some clues from it.
But Ella was drunk and had no useful information:
"You...be thankful that I only lost a small bottle this time! If I had thrown a whole box, you would have died at the moment of the explosion! Do you understand if you die? People will die if they are bombed, and Andrea's adjutant is Then it's okay... Guah! Your face is always smiling and reading bad poems. I can't help it... I just want to punch you in the face! After this... you have to behave yourself... Reflect carefully and don’t make the same mistake again!”
These words were so bold that even though Nezahuallcoyotel was seriously injured, he didn’t know whether he heard them or not. The followers around him were already angry anyway: "You are so brave! Wait until Lord Nezahualchoyotel recovers his magic power." , you are beautiful!"
"Look at this! Look at this!" Another follower picked up Maquawit from the field with the saw blade broken and the wooden body broken, and complained to Ella angrily: "This is Nessa The symbol of power of Lord Valcoyotel! The national treasure of the Aztlan Empire! Look at this beautiful golden obsidian, and look at this finest wood. They are all made from the best in the Aztlan Empire. Stone and wood! You damaged it just like that? Can you have some brains? How are you going to compensate?"
"What a big deal!" Daxter drunkenly took off his sword and threw it away. "I'll give you this sword, okay? It's a bit curled, but it can still be used after sharpening it!"
The two followers were shaking with anger, but the drunk Ella didn't pay attention to them at all. She turned her back to them, brandished an iron dagger and shouted at everyone:
"Take a look and take a look! A peerless magic weapon made of ordinary iron that is thousands of years old! Hold it, and anyone who speaks in front of you will have a lower voice! As long as you believe in Quetzalcoatl...and give, give some gold, You can... burp, you can get him!"
"Really?" Teaneck suddenly became excited, "Can you give me...a touch? No, just let me get closer and have a look, okay?"
"Give, give, give!"
Ella threw the dagger carelessly, and Tinaik rushed to catch it. Mastela also came over. They ran their palms over the tough body of the dagger and felt its sharp edge with their fingers, their bodies trembling with excitement.
"This is the one that broke the Stone Sword...Can we really buy this artifact? Just for gold?"
"Of course! You're not the only one...hehe, as long as you have enough faith...and gold, you can equip an army with this weapon!"
Teaneck nodded and returned the dagger to Ella with both hands with a serious expression.
"Tinec," Mastra asked in a low voice, "Has the Aztlan Tri-State Alliance ever sold weapons to you?"
"Never." Teaneck glanced at Tesozomoc on the pyramid, "I'm afraid... someone wants to make the Aztlan Empire become a god."
Not only them, but also the people in the stands were communicating with others in low voices with serious expressions. After Aila made such a fuss, the invited Tratoani finally understood Tesosomoc's intention.
However, many frowned and shook their heads. An old Tratoani walked over on crutches. The teeth in his mouth were almost gone, and he had no power in the Aztlan Empire. But as a leader who has been in charge of a city-state for many years, he is still respected by other Tratoani who also have little power.
He took the dagger from Ella's hand and looked at it carefully
"This material is really powerful. It is very good for making armor and weapons. The bottle that makes fire when thrown is also magical. The craftsmen who made them must be extremely smart."
After a pause, the old man glanced meaningfully at everyone present.
"This reminds me of the famous stonemason in my city-state. He is very skilled and has made many extremely sharp weapons for me. However, holding weapons, I never think that my martial arts are very good. I can With the weapons he forged, others can, too. And if you give the weapons to young people, they can often do better than me."
Teaneck whispered to Mastra: "The leader is here."
At this point, those present at the meeting understood that Tesosomok wanted their support. But here is the most critical question - if there is a military conflict between Tesosomok and the Sun King and the Prince Poet, what are the chances of winning?
"So?" Dast tilted his head and asked, "What do you want to explain?"
"This should be a competition, not a weapons display!" The old man said seriously, "But I only saw advanced weapons. I didn't see the power of the God Envoy himself at all - maybe it came from his mouth. Fire counts as one? But that’s too weak! If my soldier holds the same weapon, he’ll probably do better!”
"Huh?" Dast tilted his head and grabbed the old man's collar, "Are you looking for trouble?"
"No." The old man said seriously, "I just think that the honor of a weapon should belong to the craftsman who made it, not the person who uses it, right? What we want to see is the strength of the God Envoy himself. !”
"My own strength?"
Ella suddenly squatted down and polished her nails on the ground. At the same time, she bared her teeth and glared at the old man, letting out a threatening roar from her throat.
The old man was startled by Ella's drunken state: "What are you doing?"
"If you don't let me use weapons, will I be afraid of you if I use my nails and teeth? Come on! Bite me! Let me tell you, my teeth often eat meat!"
"You are changing the concept!" the old man shouted angrily, "Don't rely on the power of weapons. It doesn't mean that soldiers are not allowed to use weapons, but that they use the same weapons! Only by using the same weapons can one reflect his personal power. !”
"This is too stupid to say!"
Tesosomok, who had been sitting on the pyramid, suddenly roared. The whole temple fell silent for a moment. At the moment when Nezahual Coyotel is injured and the Sun King is absent, Tesozomoc's actions represent the supreme authority of the Aztlan Empire.
Everyone was waiting for Tesosomok's next words, but Tesosomok stood up with the help of his entourage. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked down the pyramid step by step and walked to the stands step by step.
The journey was short, but the silence that was too long overwhelmed everyone. It wasn't until Tessosomomok came to the old man that he said loudly:
"Don't you understand? Our soldiers did not lose, it was the Aztlan Empire that lost!"
