The cold days have passed and the rainy season has not yet arrived. Under the Otopan Mountain City, there is a brilliant spring scene. Bright flowers bloom in the sunshine, and the faint floral fragrance fills the warm wind, making people feel relaxed. Colorful butterflies dance on the flowers, and clever hummingbirds dance among the trees, attracting distant gazes.
Shulot stood on a hill in the military camp. He looked at the warm spring scenery not far away, with a faint smile on his lips. The wind was gentle and gentle, and there was a melodious chirping of birds in the air, like a moving melody. He raised his head and saw a group of song sparrows flying over the mountain city.
It's April now, the day when songbirds migrate from North America. These small, gray-white birds migrate long distances north from tropical and subtropical jungles to the seaside of temperate continents. However, due to the cold wave this year, they were forced to stay here, flying and singing every day, unaware of the dangerous journey ahead.
The song sparrow is a natural singer in nature, able to sing ten kinds of unmoving tones, with repetitive melodies and trills. Their calls are extremely vivid and their songs are unforgettable. They also symbolize beauty and luck in Central American culture.
"What an auspicious day blessed by the gods!"
Looking at the singing sparrows, a heartfelt smile appeared on the king's face. He wore a set of solid bronze armor, an exquisite priest's robe, and a half-covered bronze helmet with several long three-color feathers on it, which shone brightly in the sun. Dressed in this way, he looks particularly majestic and heroic.
"Your Highness, Otopan's messenger has arrived at the camp. The five hundred pro-army warriors have lined up and are ready to go at any time!"
Bertard, wearing medium armor, stepped forward and replied in a deep voice.
Xiulote nodded. He waved and summoned Barda, who was staying at the camp.
"Barda, be ready! Everything is in accordance with my previous instructions, and you are always waiting for the message!"
"I will strictly follow your orders! Your Highness, you can go with peace of mind!"
Barda bowed respectfully. Hearing these words, Shulot raised his eyebrows and looked at Toltec in front of the pro-army again. The black wolf was dressed in heavy armor, held his head high, saluted the king from a distance, and made another well-prepared gesture. The king smiled and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Tels, hold the royal flag high! Bertard, let's go!"
Five hundred pro-army guards formed a tight formation, guarding the king's flag in the center of the black wolf, and marched towards the mountain city of Otopan ahead. There were five hundred personal guards on this trip, including two hundred jaguar warriors wearing bronze heavy armor, and three hundred longbow personal guards wearing medium armor. They are all high-level warriors selected from the Forbidden Army. Once formed into a formation, they can stand firm for a long time among thousands of armies.
Along the way, the guards were silent. During the journey, there was only the clang of armor clashing and the sound of neatly coordinated footsteps. Within half an hour, the king arrived at the foot of the platform where the mountain city was located.
He looked up and saw that the platform was forty to fifty meters high, occupying a steep terrain and located at the high point of the hills. The mountain road along the way is steep and upward, and large trees and rocks are scattered up and down, blocking the way for the team to climb and forming a natural defensive barrier. Only a few mountain roads facing the city gate can lead to a smooth upward journey.
Above the platform is a stone wall surrounded by twists and turns. The city wall is five meters high, and thousands of Otopan warriors and militiamen, armed with weapons, are stationed tightly at the top of the wall. These defenders had mountains of rocks, wood, and ash bottles in their hands, and even hundreds of imitation Mexica longbows.
Under the leadership of the envoy, everyone slowly climbed up and were soon exposed to the attack range of the city. As the Mexica Wolf Flag approached, a burst of noise suddenly broke out on top of the city, and there were a lot of vaguely noisy discussions. A group of Otomi warriors shouted loudly and even took out bows, arrows and throwing spears.
Black Wolf Toltec's heavy armor and long bow strode forward. He raised his head and looked at the defense of the mountain city. There was a slight sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but hold the bone whistle on his neck. No matter how heavy the armor he wore, the result would not be any different when faced with rolling rocks falling from a height of tens of meters.
Fortunately, the chaotic and dangerous noise did not last long. Several white-robed priests quickly arrived to comfort them, and the Ottomi warriors at the top of the city gradually became quiet. They looked at the leading messenger, the team under the city, and the approaching wolf flag with complicated expressions, and they didn't know what to say.
Soon, Toltec gasped slightly and stood under the city wall. Wearing more than 40 kilograms of heavy armor, he was facing the pressure of the city and took the lead to clear the way. He was indeed a little tired at this time. The black wolf rested for a few breaths, looked at the warriors at the top of the city for a moment, then remembered his duty and returned to Shulot's side.
"Your Highness, climbing from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, if you are fully equipped and maintain the physical strength for fighting, it will only take a quarter of an hour at the fastest. During this quarter of an hour, you are within the attack range of the city!"
Shulot nodded calmly. The young king's golden light flashed like a majestic divine messenger, standing outside the city gate. After a while, the heavy wooden door opened slowly with a bang. Afterwards, five hundred soldiers filed in, and the king's flag was held flat through the city gate and erected high in the mountain city. Seeing this scene, the defenders on the city wall suddenly let out a noisy low cry.
"Blessed by the original god!"
"It's Mexica!"
"His Royal Highness Mexica has entered the city!"
"The Enlightened One from the South!..."
"Your Highness Shulot, you are the only foreign army that has entered the mountain city in two hundred years."
The old priest Alter stood at the city gate and personally greeted the king. He was wearing the black and white sacrificial robes of a Chaos Priest, with a high priest's crown on his head, and his demeanor was calm and solemn. He was surrounded by low-level priests and guarding temple warriors. In this mountain city, the old priest is one of the two people with the highest status.
"Such a majestic city, as long as it is properly defended and everyone is united, it is indeed beyond the reach of manpower!"
Shulot calmly looked at the defenders in the city and praised them with a smile. The Otomi militia in the mountain city is huge, estimated to exceed 10,000 people. Although their clothes and armor are simple and their bodies are lean, their expressions are not numb. There is a look in their eyes of guarding their homeland. Such troops may be vulnerable when going on expeditions, but they are exceptionally tough when stationed at home.
"Your Highness, native dogs are greedy for their homes and will never go out to hurt others. Our Otomi people's wish is just to squat in our homes and live a peaceful life."
"Priest Ort, the general trend of the world is like a long river, rushing forward! All the tribes in the world are fighting against each other, so how can there be any stability? Look, this time the canine invasion of the south means that if you don't fight, you will die? "
"...What His Highness said is naturally very reasonable. I only hope that the gods will bless me and allow the sacred cocoa to continue."
"The gods will obey the king's will. The one who will protect Coco is the king of the world!"
The two looked at each other for a moment and talked in low voices, with some inexplicable feelings in their words. The five hundred personal guards' bronze armor shone brightly and surrounded the king, showing their indestructible power. Alter's eyes flashed and he stared at these expensive and sturdy cloth-covered bronze armors. He sighed softly in his heart and continued to look at the king.
The tacit exchange did not last long and was quickly interrupted by a burst of hurried voices. Hundreds of Otomi warriors were fully armed, surrounded by more than a dozen high-ranking priests, and hurriedly rushed from the center of the mountain city. As soon as the leading Chaos Priest Saka came within a hundred steps, he let out an angry roar.
"Alt, how dare you let the Mexicans enter the city!"
"Priest Saka, His Highness Xiulote is a friend of the Otomi people and the eldest brother of General Giowa. It is an honor for Otopan City that he comes to participate in today's tribal meeting!"
"Bah! Alter, you were obsessed by the evil god and betrayed the god of chaos!"
Saka strode forward without stopping, and soon arrived twenty steps away from everyone. He was about fifty years old, with high cheekbones, thick black hair, and a stocky build. He was obviously stronger and younger than the old priest.
"Saka, paranoia has blinded you! The new Lake Kingdom in the south is an ally of our city-state Otopan!"
The old priest straightened his back and roared, like an old and tough marmot.
Saka came closer and did not continue to argue with the old priest. His eyes were fierce, like a jackal. He first glanced at the king under the wolf's banner, and when he saw hundreds of Mexica warriors wearing armor and fighting in fear, his pupils suddenly shrank. The Chaos Priest immediately stopped vigilantly and placed himself under the protection of the temple warriors. He paused for a few breaths, then looked at the large group of Ottomi warriors on the left and right walls and encouraged loudly.
"Otopan warriors! The Mexica are the enemies of our Otomi people! A few years ago, they besieged the mountain city and slaughtered the villages of the three countries. Countless people of the original god were sent to the altar, soaked in blood. Earth! They stole food again, burned farmland, and the continuous famine continues to this day! Even the large-scale march of the canine descendants to the south has something to do with the Mexica!... The Mexica robbed our wealth and killed Our relatives and friends have destroyed our lives, and now, they want to intervene in the tribal meeting of the Otomi Alliance and completely turn the Otopan people into slaves!"
Saka's loud voice echoed up and down the city walls, reaching the ears of thousands of Otomi warriors. The leaders of each tribe attended the tribal meeting in the center of the mountain city, and most of the people stationed there were ordinary low-level warriors. Hearing such encouraging words, the lower-level warriors felt the same and gradually became noisy.
Seeing this dangerous sign, Alter's eyes widened. He rushed forward, grabbed Saka's clothes angrily, and shouted angrily.
"Holy Spirit! Saka, your words are full of lies! The one who fought with us a few years ago was King Tisok, and he is dead! His Highness Shulot has never been an enemy of us Otomians! On the contrary , the life-saving food during the famine in the mountain city came from his gift! He is our friend! "
"Oult, you are old! In the past few years, under your leadership, we Otomi people have been like field mice in the cave, hiding here and there and being slaughtered by others! The city of Xilotepec is lost, Legion You went south to work for the Mexica in vain, and now even the state of Palms has been occupied by the dog descendants!... You have lost your brave heart and the blessing of the gods, and you are no longer worthy of leading the Otomi people!"
Saka yelled suddenly. He pushed the old Alter away, pointed at the king in front of the city gate, and shouted loudly.
"The original god protects us! Warriors of Otopan, let the Mexica people see how powerful we are! Go ahead, attack boldly, seize the Mexica His Highness, and ask them to hand over their weapons, hand over their Property, hand over food and land!”
