The leader of the tribe took the map, but his legs were still shaking.
"Do you want us to go to the Northern Alliance's base camp? This...will the other side really believe what we say?"
"As long as you send the map. As for whether the other side believes it or not..." Nesa Hualcoyotel smiled coldly, "That only concerns whether you will be killed by them, it has nothing to do with me. .”
Not far away, Wuwuyi's wails gradually faded away amid the continuous whipping.
Nessa Hualcoyotel snapped her fingers: "Stop for a moment and bring her over. I want to say a few words to her before fainting."
The bloody Wuwuyi was escorted to Nezahual Coyotel. Nesa Hualcoyotel twisted off a petal and blew it forward. A flame flickered in front of Wuwuyi's face, and then quickly disappeared.
"This fleeting sparkle makes your face particularly moving. Maybe I will write a poem about it to make this moment last forever."
Nesa Hualcoyotel pretended to praise Wuwuyi.
"I am not a cruel person, so I will give you three more chances here. Answer my three questions, first of all - are you willing to accompany me back to my palace on the shore of Lake Texcoco and stay there? In my well-tended back garden? There will be many beautiful girls there to accompany you, and you will never be alone."
Wuwuyi rolled his eyes with difficulty and spat in Nezahualcyotel's face. Nesa Hualcoyotel didn't care at all. He wiped the spit that Wuwuyi had spit on his face with his fingers, then stuffed it into his mouth and savored it for a while.
"A girl's saliva is always so sweet and fragrant. But it's a pity that you wasted another opportunity."
Nezabarcoyotel smiled and continued to ask:
"Second question, are you willing to persuade your tribe to defect and assist our Aztlan Empire?"
Wuwuyi gave Nezahualcyotel a sharp look.
"It seems that he refused. But this is also what I expected. Then, for the third question, you have to think about your answer-"
Nezabarcoyotel suddenly stopped smiling and asked seriously:
"Who is the boy with you? Will the intruders send troops to rescue him?"
"Don't you just want to set up an ambush for them to take the bait?" Wuwuyi said through gritted teeth, "I don't know if they will send troops to rescue me. I only know that Aztlan will be defeated by our Northern Alliance sooner or later!"
Nezahual Coyotel shook his head: "There is progress, but it's a pity that the answer is wrong. Aztlan will not be defeated. You don't understand how rich and powerful the empire is. The northern tribes are the same as Aztlan." The gap between them is like that between gods and mortals.”
"Really." Wuwuyi recalled Dast's words and said, "That doesn't sound like a big gap."
"You will understand, soon." Nezahualchotel smiled, "The gap between us cannot be described in words. Do you think I want to ambush the group of intruders here?" Then you are totally wrong.”
After saying that, he snapped his fingers again.
"Three chances have been used up. Give her another hundred lashes!"
That night, the Aztlan military camp was filled with the wails of Wuwuyi all night long.
The messenger delivering the false report set off in the direction of the Hestein military camp, while Nezahualcoyotl began to withdraw from the camp to the west. At first, people thought he was preparing to set up an ambush nearby for reinforcements that might be sent by Hestein, but as the army withdrew further and further away, Nezahual Coyotl’s purpose became a mystery. Mystery.
They left the plains and entered the mountains, and continued westward, climbing higher and higher.
Wuwuyi was unable to walk due to his injuries, so he was carried all the way up the mountain by the Aztlan people. The whiplash on her body became inflamed in the process. Perhaps because of the fever, her head became drowsy and she fell asleep most of the time.
As for Gan Gan, he has not woken up since his arrest.
In the early morning one week later, Wuwuyi was carried to Nezahual Coyotel.
The sun had just risen, and Nezahualcoyotl sat on the top of the mountain, looking at the farther and higher mountains in the sun.
"I heard that the mountain range has no name."
Nezabarcoyotl pointed forward and muttered to himself.
"Every tribe on the plains, lakes and mountains, on this continent, has not given this mountain range a name. Although they believe in completely different gods and have different cultures, our ancestors have passed down a common Prophecy - One day, the most powerful god will appear. He is not the Sun War God, Quetzalcoatl, or Smoke Mirror, but he is more powerful than all these gods. He will name this building after him mountains, and live on top of the highest mountains, overlooking the entire continent.”
Wuwuyi also heard about this prophecy. East, west, south, north, this mysterious prophecy spreads among all tribes, vaguely revealing some inevitable destiny.
"I want to name him the Nezahualcoyotel Mountains." Nezahualcoyotel turned his head and looked at Wuwuyi and said, "What do you think?"
Wuwuyi felt for a moment that the man in front of her was crazy.
"Do you think I'm crazy?"
Nesa Hualcoyotl expressed Wuwuyi’s thoughts in one word. Looking at Wuwuyi who was at a loss, Nezavarcoyotel shook his head repeatedly.
"Boring, so boring. For so many days, I have left so many loopholes for you, but you neither attacked me nor tried to escape. I have almost lost interest in you."
His pupils gradually dilated as he spoke.
"No one can understand my thoughts, and no one can predict my actions. Do you know what I am doing? Do you know what I am planning to do? You don't know - if I don't say it, then no one can know."
"I am sparing the Blackspring tribe and returning to Aztlan."
Words came out of his mouth that surprised everyone.
"I did not give the Sun King any location information, but reported to him that the enemy appeared near Black Spring. I returned the map to the Northern Alliance, because they needed this map to compete with the Sun King. I sent Tesosomok , and bring dozens of Aztlan's vassals to the front line, because they must not continue to stay in the country. Soon, these three forces will clash in the Black Spring tribe, and no one can easily escape."
"Now, Aztlan is empty...and rats are already all over Aztlan."
"I know that Tesosomok has the same idea as me. Unfortunately, his script is too vulgar. The most perfect script has been written by me. When the curtain ends, I will replace the Sun King and replace Sun War God. I will touch the 'crown' and become a god - and can you predict the story halfway through this gorgeous script?"
