With the continuous shouting and incitement of the Saka priests, the thousands of Otopan defenders near the city wall became more and more noisy. The noisy sound spread, shaking the birds in the mountains.
The nimble song sparrows sensed the danger and flew to high altitudes to watch. The two-legged beasts in the mountain city below are divided into two obvious groups. One group is shouting in confusion, like a pack of wolves surrounding them, and the other group is standing ready, like bears standing on the ground.
The battle seemed imminent. More than a thousand impulsive Otomi warriors grasped bows, arrows and war clubs, gradually moved their steps, and surrounded the king's flag at the city gate. Some even brandished weapons, shouted provocations at the Mexicaans with red eyes.
Under the king's banner, five hundred bronze-armored guards occupied the gate of the mountain city and formed a tight defensive formation. On the outside of the circular formation were two hundred heavily armored jaguars. These elite senior warriors are accustomed to fighting and are skilled in combat, and can easily defeat enemies several times their size. They were wearing heavy armor and holding shields in their hands. Even when they were surrounded, they still looked calm and their eyes were filled with murderous intent. The inner layer of the circular formation is composed of three hundred personal guards, who are also selected from the tens of thousands of troops. They are proficient in archery and martial arts, and can perform both near and far. At this time, the guards took out their long bows, mounted their bronze arrows, and were aiming at each other with the Otomi archers wearing cotton armor.
The Otomi priests in the city were also divided into two groups. There were more priests under Oort, and they were loudly reprimanding the surrounding Otomi warriors, causing most of the defenders to stay where they were. Although the priests brought by Saka were fewer, they were younger and more energetic. They shouted among the crowd, constantly inciting hatred and encouraging the warriors to come forward. The priests on both sides hated each other, cursed at each other, and even got close to fight.
"Saka, are you crazy! Attacking the Alliance at this time? Do you want to destroy the Otomi people?!"
Alter stood firm and roared angrily from a distance of nearly ten steps. More than a dozen priests and guards rushed forward to protect the old priest behind them.
"Alt, you are old! The Otomi people need a strong leader to face everything with a strong and brave attitude and gain new life in this cruel world!"
Saka stood among the guarding temple warriors, protected by a shield. He looked at the situation that was gradually getting out of control, a smile appeared on his lips, and he murmured to himself in a low voice.
"Two cheetahs are fighting for the same forest, and the one who gives in will die! I will never be the loser!"
The tribal conference in Otopan has just begun, and tribal leaders from all over the country have gathered together to nominate military leaders for the ancestral land in the mountain city. The two warrior chiefs of Otopan City, Nelpa and Giowa, are fiercely competing for the leadership of the mountain city.
At this critical moment, the old priest Ault unexpectedly led His Majesty the Mexica into the city without the permission of the priesthood. His Highness Mexica has always been close to Giowa, which will inevitably have a decisive influence on the selection of military leaders.
The situation was critical and unexpected. Sacca made a prompt decision and encouraged the Otomi warriors stationed at the city gate to clash with the Mexica people. The tribal leaders gathered in the center of the city, and no one came to restrain the lower-level city defenders. As long as the Otomi warriors take action and there is blood on both sides, these warrior tribes will have no way out! And whether we expel His Highness Mexica or capture him, the situation in the mountain city will change to our own advantage!
The wolf flag was flying, the armor was clanking, and the warriors were in awe. Shulot pursed his lips, calmly observing the situation in front of him.
Under the instigation of the opposite priest, the situation is gradually descending into chaos. The king's eyes swept over the defenders on the city wall. Most of them were shouting meaninglessly. The militiamen stood there with blank faces, while the warriors looked at the divided priests hesitantly. The thousands of Ottomi warriors closest to them were affected by the hostile atmosphere in the field and approached with shouts.
The king frowned. He has five hundred of the most elite armored warriors in his hands. Even if he faces the impact of thousands of Otomi warriors, he is completely able to protect himself. The Mexican warriors even occupied the position at the city gate and could retreat back at any time.
"But once blood is seen, the situation will be difficult to calm down! This is not what I expected!"
Shulot looked around. The Otomi people have no tribal leader organization, but only live in chaos instigated by priests. They seem to be boiling like soup, but they can be shocked by their thoughts.
"Bertard, remove the guard shield and reveal my body!"
"Your Highness?"
The warrior commander was a little worried.
"Remove the shield! I'm wearing bronze armor, so the Otomi's bows and arrows are not much of a threat."
Soon, the guards put down their shields and spread out in all directions, revealing the king's shining armor in the center. Shulot straightened up, stood under the king's flag, and roared loudly.
"black Wolf!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
"Plan ahead, blow the bone whistle!"
"As you command!"
Toltec, wearing heavy armor, stood at the forefront of the military formation. He raised the pale bone whistle with both hands, brought it to his mouth, then puffed up his cheeks vigorously, and blew suddenly.
"Boom! Boom! Drop!...Boom! Boom! Drop!"
Sharp notes suddenly sounded, ringing fiercely at the city gate according to a specific melody. The black wolf exerted all his strength, and the piercing whistle pierced the sky and spread far away, all the way to the mountain city! The sound was so penetrating that it made people dizzy and the surrounding area fell into silence.
"Praise to you! Supreme God, Sun God, War God Huitzilopochtli!..."
Taking advantage of this short break, Shulot raised the magic staff in his hand and chanted loudly, attracting the attention of the Otomi people. His whole body was shining with golden light, his arms were spread wide, and he looked up at the sun. This is the action of a priest praying to the gods!
"...The god of war holds the thunder and roars, revealing his power!..."
The king chanted loudly, his voice high and clear, with a certain mysterious charm. Then, he slowly lowered his head and looked straight, and then suddenly pointed forward the magic staff.
"...The God of War has come, God has arrived!"
Seeing His Highness Mexica's solemn prayer, the approaching Otomi warriors suddenly stopped. In this era, the majesty of the gods is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the power of the gods seems to be everywhere. Thinking of the reputation of the "God of Death", the warriors waited anxiously for a moment, but nothing happened.
Shulot's staff pointed forward, motionless, his face was like a god. The Otomi stopped and looked at each other in silence for a moment. After a moment, Priest Saka was the first to react. he roared angrily.
"The original god protects the mountain city! This is the divine domain of the ancestor god Ometeotel! Warriors blessed by the gods, come to me..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Shocking thunder suddenly exploded, like a world-destroying wave, rising from the end of the sky, roaring all the way up, and flooding the entire mountain city. Thousands of Otomi defenders looked horrified. They looked up, but there was no cloud in the sky, only the dazzling sun!
Hearing the familiar sound of wooden cannons, Shulot's expression remained unchanged and he breathed a sigh of relief. He silently counted four consecutive cannon shots, estimated the time, and then waved the staff again and roared angrily.
"War, God, come, come!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Four more deafening thunders went straight into everyone's hearts! Seeing His Highness's praying movements and hearing the angry roar of the gods, the Otomi people present could no longer control the fear in their hearts and shouted in panic.
"Ah! Huitzilopochtli, God of War!..."
"The Mexica's chief god protects them!..."
"The incarnation of the gods, Shulotel, the God of Death!..."
There was a confusion of frightened voices. The Otomi people in front of the military formation lowered their weapons and spread out to surround them. They lowered their heads and retreated in panic, shouting meaninglessly, not daring to look directly at the shining king. Soon, the Otopan warriors who had participated in the Western Expedition shouted loudly.
"I have been to the battlefield in the south. This is the ritual of the Mexican Legion to summon the God of Thunder! The magic of defeating the Tarascans!..."
Memories of the Western Expedition came to mind one after another, and the roar of the river mouth fortress will never be forgotten. Looking at the black wolf flag, hundreds of Otopan warriors who participated in the Western Expedition knelt down one after another and fell to the ground before the former marshal.
"Your Majesty, God bless you!"
Hundreds of warriors kept shouting, and thousands of Otomi defenders put down their weapons and lowered their heads in fear. Many Otomi militiamen even knelt on the ground and saluted the king as if participating in sacred prayers.
"Warriors, don't be afraid...this is the howl of the evil god and cannot harm the people of the ancestor god..."
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
After a pause of half an hour, the thunder that shook the heaven and earth sounded again, interrupting Priest Saka's cry and making him unsteady on his feet. Amid the roar of the gods, more and more Otomi people knelt down. The faces of the warriors and militiamen were full of awe, and the priests present also looked terrified.
Looking at this scene, the old priest looked complicated and remained silent. He has been paying attention to the changes in the Mexica people and knows that this thunder is not the power of gods, but a new type of weapon. He had sent many scouts, but he had never been able to find out how to make this weapon.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The sound of thunder follows a certain fixed pattern, two in one round and four in one round, with half a moment interval between each round. In fact, during this trip north, the Guards Corps brought a total of eight wooden cannons and had a special artillery team. Early this morning, the eight wooden cannons were loaded and ready, waiting for the king's signal.
Shulot looked around again, nodded slightly, maintaining the posture of a god. All the Otomi people laid down their weapons, and the city walls were full of kneeling figures. The tribal leaders in the center of the mountain city were alerted by the sound of cannons and were rushing in from a short distance away. The leader was none other than Giowa, who had narrow eyebrows and looked like a coyote.
"Black Wolf, blow the whistle!"
"Beep! Beep! Whoosh!...Beep! Beep! Whoosh!" The shrill whistle pierced the sky and spread far down the mountain, conveying new instructions.
The Otomi people remained silent and looked at the radiant king. Shulot solemnly waved the staff and sang the final chapter of the prayer in a high-pitched voice.
"Praise the Lord God! God's light covers the earth, and God's power is everywhere! God is watching us!..."
Giowa came in a hurry with long strides, followed by a large number of tribal leaders. He briefly looked around at the situation in the field, and then looked at the old priest Alter.
The old priest nodded slightly. He made a salute gesture, raised his staff, and called loudly to the Otomi people.
"Praise the God of War! He is the sun god and the god of the Otomi people!"
"Praise the God of War! Praise the God of the Sun!"
Giowa was the first to shout, knelt on the ground, and saluted Xilot's royal flag. Behind him, the tribal leaders hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and saluted one after another.
"Praise the God of War! Praise the God of the Sun!"
Devout prayers came and went, echoing in the majestic mountain city. With the arrival of the tribal leaders, the Otomi warriors bowed their heads. The situation in the city finally returned to control, and the roar of the gods no longer sounded.
Looking at the changing situation, Saka's face turned pale. He stared intently at the king under the wolf flag, but could not clearly see the young face under the bronze helmet, and could only hear a final chant.
"...God is gone!"
