"Praise the Lord God! He leads us on the path after death and bestows us with invincible divine power!... In the holy Eastern Crusade, we will devote ourselves to the Lord God!..."
The fervent prayers of the war priests sounded in front of the dispersing formation of the throwing vanguard, symbolizing the will of the gods and the king. Hundreds of pioneer warriors looked solemn, raised their heads to face the dark clouds in the sky, and prayed devoutly in unison.
"Praise the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"
Then, the divine power balls were taken out from the wooden box one by one, and were held tightly in the arms of the pioneer warriors, as if they were holding gifts from the gods. The war priests shouted loudly and hoarsely.
"Light the fire! ...Dedicate yourself to the Lord God! Fight for the King!"
"Dedicate yourself to the Lord God! Fight for the King!"
The pioneer warriors showed their determination to die and shouted fanatically. Only the most devout warriors can obtain the honor of using the divine orb. Their voices resounded through the sky, even on the battlefield where artillery fire roared, arrows flew, and the sounds of fighting continued.
"Huh? What is that?"
Travette, the cloud snake hunter, stood on the east wall and looked in the direction from which the call came.
I saw more than a hundred Mexica warriors in a loose formation, forming up two hundred steps away from the city wall. Behind them was a second team of warriors of the same number. In front of them were twenty war priests leading prayers. In their arms, they all held a rather heavy pottery ball. After the priests prayed, they held torches and lit them on the clay balls. Then, these strange Mexica warriors, like hares being chased by jaguars, hugged the smoking pottery balls tightly and charged desperately towards the tree snake city wall!
"Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"
The fanatical shouting approached quickly, carrying the ominous sound of death coming. Travit pursed his lips and looked solemnly at the running warrior.
"Smoking clay balls... I seem to have heard of them somewhere... They are..."
Thinking of this, Travitt's expression suddenly changed. He immediately took out his big bow, aimed at the enemy who was running towards him, and shouted sharply.
"Quick! Quick! Shoot them!"
"Whizzing!"
The enemy charges extremely fast and in an extremely loose formation. The cloud snake hunter shot two arrows in a row before killing a pioneer warrior near the city wall.
The smoking pottery ball fell from the warrior's hand and rolled out of the city wall. The nearby bronze-armored archers immediately retreated, looking nervous and panicked. Most of the vanguard warriors have already arrived at the foot of the city wall. They quickly climbed up the ladder. Before they reached the top of the city, a warrior held a pottery ball high and threw it against the city wall.
"Hiss...hiss..."
The pottery ball rolled down at the top of the city, neighing slightly, and landed at the feet of the crowded defenders. A pottery ball emitted light smoke and landed not far in front of Travitt. The brave cloud snake hunter felt alarmed and immediately took a few steps back, grabbing a city-state militiaman and blocking him in front of him.
"...hiss..."
There was a moment of silence, as if even the wind had stopped. Then, comes the destruction!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
A terrible explosion suddenly erupted on the east wall, forming a thunder that shook the world. More than thirty pottery caltrops exploded at the top of the city, igniting a large flame and emitting acrid black smoke. Balls of fire ignited on the top of the city, and sharp pottery shards flew like blades! Within two steps, whether they were leather-armored warriors or civilian militiamen, they would all die instantly!
"boom!..."
The sound of the explosion came so close that it hit the ears, making people dizzy. The smell of the volcano hit your nostrils, pungent and extremely hot.
Travette was shaken by the sound, his feet were trembling and he was unsteady on his feet. He sat down directly on the ground, even holding his hands on the ground, coughing repeatedly. After a few breaths, he came to his senses slightly and felt his hands were wet and hot. When he reluctantly raised his eyes, he saw that his hands were full of bright red!
"O cloud snake! Protect me!"
The brave cloud snake hunter's heart trembled and a chill ran down his spine. If you are killed by such a demonic weapon, there will be no glory at all. You don't even know whether your soul will fly to the Kingdom of God or be dragged down to the abyss! He immediately groped repeatedly on his body but found no serious wounds. He looked carefully and saw that it was the militiaman who had just blocked him. His neck was scratched by flying pottery fragments. He was bleeding profusely and he could see that he was dead.
"Um?"
On the hilltop, King Avite frowned and looked at the panic-stricken city, his expression showing dissatisfaction. He had been paying attention to the throwing of the Pioneer Warrior, but the explosion just now...
"Why don't most caltrops explode?!"
The guards on the left and right looked at each other in confusion, and no one answered for a moment. After more than ten breaths, the war priest accompanying the army knelt down and confessed to the king in fear.
"Your Majesty! The divine sphere uses the power of earth, fire and death! Craftsmen extract the essence of the dead from the abyss of the earth, then ignite it with flames to attract the attention of the volcanic god of death... However, it is the humid rainy season now, The Rain God is in charge of everything between heaven and earth, suppressing the power of the volcano God of Death. He weakens the power of explosions and even causes misfires..."
After hearing the priest's explanation, Avitt nodded, his expression calming down a little. He looked at the front of the formation, where the second team of one hundred vanguard warriors were shouting the slogans of the gods and launching a desperate charge! The warriors boarded the city first and once again threw this powerful but extremely unstable divine power ball.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
A thunderous explosion exploded at the top of the city again, bringing roar, flames, smoke and death!
Most of the divine power spheres went silent during the rainy season, stopping quietly at the feet of the defenders, spreading unknown terror. There were also some divine spheres that exploded in advance, blowing the pioneer warrior holding the pottery balls into rags. However, even if only one-third of the divine sphere explodes among the defenders at the top of the city, it is enough to destroy the remaining morale of the defenders and break the shaky hearts of the people!
Because, in these days of brutal siege battles, the defenders of Tree Snake City had already reached their limit and were only missing the final thunder blow!
"Ah! It's the thunder of the God of War! The God of War has come and wants to destroy us!"
"O God of Hunting! Please give us your divine power and save us!"
"No, no! This is the demon from the underground volcano!"
The people of Tlaxcala also believe in gods and fear monsters. Faced with such an unknown and mysterious force, the warriors and militiamen at the top of the city suddenly fell into complete panic. Miscellaneous and fearful shouts were intertwined everywhere, like crowds of people running and colliding at the top of the city. It was all chaos. And the sharper sound among them is the hysterical, frightened howl after complete collapse!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!..."
"This...what exactly is this?"
On the towering pyramid temple, Tree Snake City Lord Okot's expression changed drastically, and he looked at the chaos at the top of the east city wall in panic. At this critical moment of siege, such chaos is enough to destroy the entire city-state. His hands and feet were trembling, he was shouting urgently, and barking orders to his personal guards.
"Quick! Quick! Let the Cloud Snake Priest come to the city to appease people's hearts!..."
"Okay! This is the time!"
On the southeastern hillock, under the banner of the evil spirit commander, King Avit waited no longer. Without hesitation, he waved the flag in his hand, pointed towards the east wall, and shouted loudly.
"Blessed by the Lord God! My eagle warriors! Go and capture this city for me, capture the capital of the Tlaxcalans, and win the greatest glory in the Eastern Expedition!"
"Lord God bless you! Praise my king! Roar!"
The most elite eagle warriors of the Thousand Alliance have already been lined up on the side and have been prepared for a long time. They all wore more than forty kilograms of cloth-covered heavy armor, held large shields and short axes, and wore bronze helmets and eagle feathers on their heads, making them particularly eye-catching. At this moment, they gave out uniform and deep shouts, like an indestructible torrent, charging towards the city!
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