The ancient hall is built of volcanic rocks, with deep colors, simplicity and solemnity. The four walls are carefully decorated with large and colorful mural legends, telling the story of the oldest tree snake god descendant and the establishment of the tree snake city. This is an epic passed down by the people of Tlaxcala, remembered in the hearts of generations of descendants of the tree snake god.
However, if you look closely, you will see that there are more marks of hacking on the still gorgeous carvings. The gold, silver and precious stones that once decorated it have all disappeared. There were only rows of torches on the walls, burning brightly, illuminating the scene in the hall.
The Mexica generals looked solemn and wore gorgeous uniforms, sitting in a circle. And more than a dozen warriors who had made great achievements were lying on the ground, kneeling in the center of the hall with their bare hands. In front of them, the supreme king held the staff, smiled lightly, and announced loudly.
"The Eastern Expedition is a great victory, the Lord God protects the alliance! The hereditary nobles of the Lake District, the commander of the royal army, the dead dog Chichi Mickey, took the lead in attacking the South City, occupied the temple in the city, and captured the leader of the Tree Snake City, making his first contribution in this battle!... "
Having said this, Avitt paused and glanced at the city-state army commanders with bright eyes. Everyone bowed their heads and expressed their sincere respect for the brave and capable king's confidant.
Seeing this, Avitt smiled with satisfaction. Naturally, the first success in attacking the city must be attributed to the royal legion directly under him. He held the staff high and was as decisive as a god.
"King's order: Chi Chi Mickey, the dead dog, is promoted to the third level of honorable noble! Give Chinampa a fief of 400 acres, 100 serfs, 20 beauties, and 10 boxes of precious stones, gold and silver!"
"What, promoted to the third level of honorable noble?!"
Hearing such a reward, the army commanders from various states looked at each other and were a little shocked for a moment.
Among the king's rewards, the most important one is promotion to the noble rank. From the second-level hereditary noble to the third-level glorious noble, that is a real threshold and a huge class jump! The honorable nobility is the pinnacle of aristocratic promotion. From then on, it becomes the true top level of rule. It is hereditary and replaceable, and it is the same as the country. And if it is enfeoffed in a foreign country, you can serve as the city lord!
"The king rewards us like this and arbitrarily promotes upstarts to glory... How can we, the Glory family, who have been inherited for hundreds of years and have shed blood for the alliance for generations, feel embarrassed?"
Captain Xintel of the Wejian Legion opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, about to object.
You know, the entire Mexican Alliance only has thirty or forty glorious families. There are only about three families scattered in each state, and they all hold the power of each city-state. Chichi Mickey, the dead dog, was just an ordinary military noble ten years ago. But now, after just one expedition to the west and one to the east, he has risen to the top and is equal to all the glorious nobles and city-state army commanders here! ...
"cough!"
The commander of the Pacho Army of the Xiajin Army quickly reached out his hand, held down Xintel who was sitting next to him, and signaled with his eyes. He had long seen that the king was constantly taking measures to weaken the local nobles.
The previous centralization reforms, the ecclesiastical reforms, and the driving of city-state warriors to attack cities during the Eastern Expedition all weakened the strength of the great nobles. Now he is continuously promoting new nobles, weakening the influence of the inherited nobles... His dissatisfaction is also accumulating! But, thinking about Yotiko’s suspicious death in battle...
Pacho coughed carefully and whispered to Xintel.
"...The most important warrior in the alliance. With such military achievements, although the reward is great, it is reasonable."
"...Why."
Xintel gritted his teeth and sighed lowly, his heart burning but helpless.
Secret conversations took place in the corners, and after a few words, they fell into silence. In the center of the hall, the dead dog Chi Chi Mickey's eyes were already red with excitement, and his voice was getting louder. He fell to his knees violently, knocked his head heavily on the ground, and swore in a trembling voice to the king who was simply holding out his hand.
"Your Majesty! You... you are the flying eagle, and I, Chichi Mickey, am your wings!... Witness the Lord God! No matter where the eagle goes, I am willing to follow you and fight for you!"
"Ha ha!"
Avitt laughed heartily. He reached out his hand and shook the dead dog's hair. Then, he personally helped his beloved general up, handed him a glass of wine, and toasted to celebrate.
"Come! The Lord God bless the alliance! The generals raise their glasses to celebrate the first victory of the Eastern Campaign!"
"God bless you! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the commander of the Death Dog Army!"
No matter what they were feeling in their hearts, overflowing smiles appeared on the faces of all the generals. Everyone raised their glasses together and drank it all. Chi Chi Mickey took a swig, and the slightly spicy tequila poured into his throat, but it was as sweet as honey.
"In order to capture the Tree Snake City, warriors from all over the world fought hard and made outstanding achievements! ...The warrior Mo Qihui, a military nobleman from the Lake District and the vanguard of the royal army, took the lead in breaking into the southern city, killed the warrior chief of the Tree Snake family, and captured all of them. The two god-born princes deserved the victory in this battle!"
Mo Qihui's face turned red, and he knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. He was waiting for the king's reward, his heart was pounding and beating hard.
Avitt smiled slightly, glanced at the loyal and fearless young warrior, paused for a moment, and announced loudly.
"King's order: Warrior Mo Qihui is promoted to the second-level hereditary noble! Give Chinampa a fief of one hundred acres, twenty serfs, four beauties, and four boxes of precious stones, gold and silver!"
"Second-class hereditary noble, one hundred acres of Chinampa!"
Mo Qihui's head buzzed, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. One acre of Chinampa floating fields yields approximately the same harvest as six acres of Milpa fields. One hundred acres of chinampa is equivalent to 600 acres of ordinary fields! What's more important is that such floating land has a price but no market, and is hardly circulated in the market. It is the foundation of the inheritance of noble families.
In fact, the population in the Texcoco Lake District has been saturated, and all suitable fields have been cultivated and are in the hands of nobles at all levels. During this Eastern Expedition, King Avit was able to give out thousands of acres of Chinampa as a reward because the high priest’s purge last year uprooted the great nobles of Tlacopan and exiled a total of 20,000 people!
Unfortunately, now, the elders and high priests have gone to the Kingdom of God. The successor, the high priest of Ugel, always pretended to be deaf and mute and was cautious. Such a major case will never be handled again.
While Avitt was thinking, he reached out his hand and shook Mo Qihui's hair. The slightly tipsy young warrior finally realized what he was doing and swore loudly.
"Your Majesty! You are my supreme sun! I will stab out the bronze spear, wield the battle axe, and fight bravely! I will let your light shine on all the nations in the world!"
"Haha! Okay! Come on, drink this cup!"
"The Lord God bless you! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the warriors!"
Regarding the promotion of hereditary nobles, the leaders of the powerful armies present had no reaction. They are powerful and well-informed. They already have such power in the city-state, and they don't care much about it.
Avitt finished his drink, looked at Mo Qihui who was kneeling, and thought of his performance in suppressing the Tree Snake City Lord in the temple during the day... The corner of the king's mouth curled up, like a god granting wishes, and he asked with a smile.
"Mo Qihui, apart from these rewards, what else do you wish for?"
"Uh, wish?"
Mo Qihui was stunned. He raised his head, looked at the majestic and amiable face of the king, and by some strange coincidence, shouted out his wish not long ago.
"Your Majesty! I want a beautiful girl dancing in the garden!"
"...Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this wish, the Mexican generals looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"It turns out that it's a little wolf cub in full strength and in heat!"
"Ha ha!"
Avitt laughed out loud. He stretched out his hand, patted Mo Qihui's red face, and agreed with a smile.
"Okay! When you go out later, if you like whoever you like, just take him away! I will spare you your errands tonight, and I promise you a good night!"
"Huh? Just take him away?"
Mo Qihui drank a lot and was a little drunk. At this moment, he heard the king's words, thought about it, and then boldly shouted.
"Your Majesty, I was born with great strength! If I can carry two of them, will they all be mine?"
Hearing this, the hall burst into laughter and was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"Haha! Of course, if you can take away as many as you want, they'll all be yours!"
Avitt couldn't help but burst into laughter. He nodded readily and agreed to Mo Qihui's request. He was always particularly tolerant of loyal and brave warriors.
Then, the king raised his scepter high again and walked towards the next warrior. He looked at the burly body that was kneeling, smiled faintly, and his voice became louder and louder.
"The military noble of Sourwood City, the warrior commander of the Sourwood Legion, Turquoise Texi Whitt, climbed the city wall first and broke into the South City first. He also made great achievements!"
Tessie Whitt was kneeling on the ground, his expression calm and without any ups and downs. He was originally a man of few words, but after the death of the family leader in battle, he spoke even less.
"King's order: The warrior Tesihuite is promoted to the second-level hereditary noble! Give Chinampa eighty acres of fiefdom, sixteen serfs, three beauties, and three boxes of precious stones, gold and silver!..."
After hearing this, Texihuite's expression was still unmoved. After all, he is a general trusted by the former legion commander, and he has no shortage of land and wealth. And he himself doesn't care about money and beauty.
"...Such a brave man should be selected into the Guards of the Broken Hair, serve as a centurion, fight for the alliance, and die for the royal family!"
"Huh? Transferred to the Hairless Guards and serve as a centurion?"
Hearing this, Texihuite raised his head in surprise, and when he saw the king's smiling and gazing face, he felt at a loss for a moment.
"If you are transferred to the Forbidden Army, you will have to leave the Sourwood City State and go to the capital city in the lake. The guards will be on the king's side... In this case, how can I have the chance to investigate the truth about the death of my family?"
Yes, although the Turquoise General at this moment was full of doubts about the death of the family leader, the object of his suspicion was the successor commander of the Sourwood Army, the leader of the Spruce Clan, Huochikalo.
Because, that night, the one who had the ability to take action in the camp and ultimately gained the greatest benefit was Xochikalo! As for the Supreme King, he hasn't thought much about it yet.
Hochkalo had a fat smile on his face and looked at Tessie Whitt kindly. If Texihuite continued to stay in the legion, he would never let him return to the city-state alive from the Eastern Expedition. such a pity...
Avitt's eyes were shining as he carefully studied the expression of the turquoise general. He observed for a long time, and saw no explicit resistance or any hidden hatred in the other party's stunned expression. The king finally relaxed, smiled, and asked.
"What, Tessie Whitt, you don't want to?"
"...Here..."
Tesswhit was speechless, but the situation was such that he could not refuse. After a moment, he sighed, lowered his head, fell to the ground like a bear, and saluted respectfully.
"Your Majesty, you are a towering sacred mountain, standing at the highest point of the alliance! I am willing to follow your figure, climb high, and fight to the death for you!"
"good very good!"
Avitt got the answer he wanted and nodded with satisfaction. Giving generous rewards to city-state warriors who have made great achievements and conquering the hearts of warriors from all countries... This Texihuite is the best example!
"Come and drink this cup!"
"The Lord God bless you! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the warriors!"
All the generals congratulated together and drank a lot of water and wine. The king laughed and held out his hand.
Seeing this familiar link of allegiance, Texi Whitt felt a little dazed. He stayed for a moment and slowly lowered his head. Then, a strong hand grasped his hair, restricting his soul from then on. Then, a majestic and smiling voice came from the front.
"Haha! Texihuite, my warrior. Apart from these rewards, what else do you wish for?"
"What, a wish?"
Hearing this, Texihuite pursed his lips and raised his head. From this angle, he could see the king's friendly smile and Xochikalo's kind smile. Regarding the death of the family head, the suspicion of Xochikalo flashed in his mind instantly, and he was about to blurt it out!
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