The warm wind of May blows from the southeastern sea, bringing the first rain of the rainy season. Over the past few days, Feathered Serpent City has been attacked by four city-state legions in turn, gradually losing blood. At this moment, the Mexica Legion was dispatched in large numbers, and all the royal family and city-state warriors wore armor and climbed up, attacking the four walls at the same time. The feathered serpent city, which is known as a strong city, has reached the final moment.
The sun in the sky was obscured by clouds, casting a broad shadow, dimming the mountains and forests in the surrounding fields, and also dimming the fighting city. The scattered raindrops fell from a distance, soaking the inside and outside of the city wall where the corpse lay, and merged with countless fresh blood stains, no longer distinguishable from each other.
"Praise the Lord God! Fight for God and kill the Tlaxcalans!"
"O God of the Hunt! We are dedicated to Him, right here, fighting to the death with the Mexica!"
"Swish swish!..."
"Bang! Bang, bang!"
Fierce shouts of killing came from the walls on all sides, mixed with whistling arrows and fierce spear throwing. The warriors on both sides fought selflessly, waving their weapons desperately and attacking the enemies who were fighting at close range.
The close combat was so cruel, the intact body was quickly broken into pieces, and warm life flowed everywhere. And on the narrow city top, there are more and more white-gold armored figures, like an irresistible tide, gradually breaking through the flesh and blood embankment and submerging the remaining black on the city wall!
The feathered serpent warrior in black armor howled, slashed, and hit the solid bronze armor, and was then mercilessly killed by the opposite copper axe. The Tlaxcala warriors were struggling desperately, but their numbers were getting smaller and smaller.
In front of the hard-to-kill Mexican bronze-armored warriors, hundreds of ordinary militiamen are beginning to collapse. They threw down their simple stone spears and hunting bows, turned around and ran away, howling, and even jumped off the top of the city in a panic, letting out dying screams!
"Ah! God of Hunting!!..."
This is the cry of fear, the despair before death.
"It's broken! It's broken! The Feathered Serpent City is broken!!"
This is an excited cheer, an announcement before the killing comes.
"Huh! Ruthless Mother of Fate!..."
Quehuiz, Lord of the Feathered Serpent City, climbed to the pyramid temple in the center of the city alone. He raised his head and stared at the cloud snake statue of the God of Hunting in the pattering raindrops. After a while, two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes. They were mixed with the fresh rainwater, but it was difficult to distinguish them.
"These are the tears of Cloud Serpent, coming from high in the sky, shedding for the end of Feathered Serpent City..."
Quehuiz chanted in a low voice, with an expression that seemed to be crying or laughing. His voice gradually became too low to be heard clearly. And another voice sounded from under the pyramid, shouting like a madman.
"Damn it! Where is the Lord of Feathered Serpent City?"
Izel, wearing bronze armor and holding a hatchet, grabbed an old temple priest. He looked fierce, with eager eyes and murderous intent.
"Say! Is he in the temple?"
"...To, the descendant of the supreme cloud snake...just went up...on...the top of the temple!"
The old temple priest looked frightened and stammered before finally finishing his sentence.
"Dear Warrior of the God of War, I... I am willing to submit to the God of War... Please spare me... Ah!..."
After a scream, Izel lowered his blood-stained short axe, led dozens of mountain warriors, and eagerly climbed up to the pyramid.
If we can capture the Tlaxcala people's feathered serpent city lord, it will be a great achievement, even the first achievement of the Northern Route Army! And with such military exploits, he can secure his position as the leader of the mountain army and make the warriors in the country truly respect him!
"The cloud snake lowered its wings and transformed into a warrior holding a bow and arrow. He carried the bow on his back and headed east to find his son god... And the souls of the dead gods will also float to the east, to the distant lake. ..”
Quehuiz stood at a height of tens of meters, looking at the mountains to the east. He held a long dagger in his hand and gently carved snake-like marks on the leather armor on his chest. The cold sharp edge pierced the skin of his heart, causing a real slight pain.
Like the Mexica, the Tlaxcalans also believe that the human soul is in the heart. And death that pierces the heart can release the soul and go to the Kingdom of God as quickly as possible...
"Haha! I found you! Lord of the Feathered Serpent City!"
Izel climbed to the top of the temple and saw Quehuiz wearing a feather crown at a glance. He was immediately overjoyed and immediately ran towards the opponent with a short ax in hand.
"...This Mexica warrior, in accordance with the agreement of the Battle of Conghua, please allow me to die with glory! Give me time to drink a glass of water, and after reciting these lines, I will sacrifice myself... .”
"Ah? What? Lord of Feathered Serpent City, I can't hear your voice..."
Izel lowered his hatchet with a confused look on his face. He slowly approached Quehuiz, as if to hear more clearly.
"Warrior, I want to sacrifice myself, please give me some time..."
"ha!"
Izel came within five steps, suddenly shouted loudly, and rushed towards Quehuiz.
"ah?!"
Quehuiz subconsciously stabbed the long dagger, but it pierced the opponent's armor, making a "ding" sound as metal collided. Then, his right arm suddenly hurt, and he was hit by the back of the copper axe, and the dagger fell instantly! Then, his left arm was also hit and he completely lost the ability to resist.
"Haha! The Lord of Feathered Serpent City finally fell into my hands!"
Izel laughed loudly and pressed Quehuiz tightly under him. Then, several mountain warriors swarmed up and tied up the most precious divine captive.
"Hey! The promise of the Flower War? Glory's suicide?"
The Shanshan family curled their lips in disdain. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on the copper ax on Quehuiz's gorgeous battle clothes.
"Lord of Feathered Serpent City, let me tell you! This era has changed!...Don't struggle, don't seek death, just accept your fate. In your capacity, before the grand sacrifice of the capital in the lake, you can You can finally enjoy it!”
The cold voice was filled with joy, and raindrops from the sky fell on Quehuiz's face. The Lord of the Feathered Serpent City closed his eyes in despair, retaining his last bit of dignity. Soon, several mountain warriors ran towards the outside of the city, shouting like thunder and announcing loudly.
"The Lord of Quetzalcoatl City, Quehuiz, was captured by the brave mountain clan leader, the glorious nobleman Izel!..."
"The Lord of Quetzalcoatl City, Quehuiz, was captured by the brave mountain clan leader, the glorious nobleman Izel!..."
High-pitched shouts came all the way from the city and dispersed far away. Upon hearing the terrible news, the remaining hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors howled and fell into despair. Some of them committed suicide, some charged at the Mexica army, and some knelt down and surrendered. Thousands of city-defending militiamen also knelt down one after another, dropping their weapons and waiting for their fate.
"Okay! Very good! The glorious noble Izel will be recorded as his first contribution in the battle of Feathered Serpent City!"
On the high hill where the flag was erected, Avitt heard the good news of meritorious service, his face full of smiles. The honorable nobles who captured the enemy alive were much more meritorious than those who beheaded them! Because such prisoners are the God of War's favorite and are sacrifices to the Glorious Alliance!
"Haha! The Feathered Serpent City has been destroyed, and the lord of the Feathered Serpent City has been captured... Send an order to all the legions! Capture the prisoners in the city and stop killing indiscriminately!"
Avitt laughed and ordered, telling the guards to pass the news quickly. He smiled happily and stopped the killings in the city, but there was no mercy in his heart.
"The expansion of the sacred temple has been completed. When I defeat the Tlaxcalans and return to the capital, there will be a magnificent gift, an unprecedented sacrifice! And all the captured warriors and militiamen must be transported back Capital City, waiting for the day of the big festival!"
"Praise the Lord God! Do your will, O Most High King of Mexica!"
The guards looked excited and shouted. They all saluted and marched towards each legion.
Avitt straightened his back, stood on a high place, rubbed the topaz scepter in his hand, and his eyes became profound.
Before leaving for the expedition, he had given his grandfather Montezuma's ruby scepter to his beloved daughter Alyssa. At this moment, the topaz scepter in his hand not only inherited the royal power of the Mexica royal family, but also condensed the divine power of the tribal priests.
After a moment, Avitt smiled calmly and looked up at the sky. Pattering raindrops fell from the sky, but it was a good spring rain, just in time for the alliance's spring plowing!
"What a spring rain, with infinite vitality, falling on the fertile soil of Quetzalcoatl City and on the territory of the Alliance!"
Avitt's voice was leisurely and he looked towards the southern sky. Then, with a solemn look on his face, he gave orders to his guards in a cold voice.
"Go and tell the messenger of the holy city of Cholula, the priest leader Petel!"
"All the Shensuo Pass and Quetzalcoatl City on the northern front have been captured by the Alliance! Tonight, I will drink and celebrate in the camp, and please ask the priest leaders of the Holy City to dance for me in congratulations!"
