"His Majesty!..."
Tessie Whitt spoke in a deep voice. Xochikalo narrowed his eyes and heard the sound.
At this moment, many thoughts appeared in General Turquoise's mind. He wanted to accuse Xochicalo of possible murder and asked the High King to investigate the truth. But...he doesn't have any evidence, nor does he have enough status or power. In the pragmatic political tradition of the Alliance, such weak accusations are destined to be useless and only serve to alarm the other party in vain.
"I...want a set of sturdy bronze heavy armor!"
"Huh? Bronze heavy armor?"
Hearing this, Avitt was stunned for a moment. After a few breaths, he laughed and praised, with an appreciative look on his face.
"Okay! What a pure Mexica warrior! Turquoise Tesihuite, you will get a set of strong armor, and a sharp bronze axe, to better fight for the alliance!"
In the current alliance, bronze heavy armor and bronze axes are still strictly controlled military supplies. It is only produced in the Capital Artisan Camp and the Military Industry Department of Qincongcan in the Tongdu City. In addition to the important royal corps, only some extremely noble nobles were able to obtain it in small quantities.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! God bless you, the king is supreme!"
Avitt nodded slightly, patted Tesi Whitt on the shoulder, and walked towards the next warrior. The king personally took action and generously rewarded people, winning the hearts of warriors from all over the world. It wasn't until the night fell deep and the evening breeze was slightly cool that the grand reward ceremony came to an end.
"The Lord God bless the alliance!"
The king raised his scepter and prayed quietly.
"God bless the alliance! God bless the king!"
All the generals bowed their heads and prayed respectfully.
After a while, Avitt sat back on the raised stone seat and looked around at everyone present. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile again, he looked at the guard beside him, and calmly ordered.
"Go and bring the Lord of Tree Snake City!"
"I obey you, Your Majesty!"
The two guards hurried away. After a while, the city lord Ocott appeared in front of everyone, wearing a plain robe and with his hair loose. The noisy generals immediately calmed down and looked at the most distinguished leader in the Tlaxcala Alliance with great interest.
"..."
Under the attention of the generals, Okote was unarmed and staggering, and was escorted by the warriors. He came to the familiar hall and looked at his palace with mixed emotions. Now it was occupied by the fierce Mexica people. He was speechless for a moment.
"Ocott, the noble tree serpent god descendant, leader of the Tlaxcala people."
Avitt was in high spirits and had a smile on his face. He held the inherited magic staff, looked at Okote's gloomy expression, and ordered lightly.
"Come! Let's perform a celebratory dance right here for the Alliance warriors who captured Tree Snake City!"
"...you!"
Hearing this, Okot gritted his teeth and his eyes gradually turned red. He has been a noble descendant of God since he was a child, standing above all people. How has he ever suffered such humiliation?
"What? Okote, don't you want to?"
Avitt's expression was slightly cold, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"I think you're not stupid enough to refuse."
"..."
Okote trembled. He looked at the sitting king of Mexica and thought about the life of the captives these days, tears streaming down his face. As a noble god descendant, he cannot treat pain and death as nothing like the most fearless warrior.
"...Red is the dwelling place of man, the freshness of life and blood."
After a while, Okot lowered his head, dressed in white, stood on tiptoe, and danced a ritual dance of death and mourning. He waved his arms, let his hair loose, and danced, with the bleakness of farewell, the sadness of national subjugation, and the desire to go to the kingdom of God.
"...I hesitated in the darkness, searching in the caves of my skin, and saw only white bones..."
The mournful chants echoed in the hall, and they were crying blood, but they were all in the same Mexica language.
"...I come from the north, which is the wasteland of the same blood. I go to the south, which is the flame that burns separately..."
Hearing this, Avitt raised his eyebrows and moved slightly. In terms of blood and language, the Mexica and the Tlaxcala are true brothers. The two tribes have been fighting for decades, and now, the winner has finally been decided. And what will the final winner do to the losers at this moment?
"...I am burning, and you are burning too! Red is an unquenchable flame. Surviving Tlaxcala people! You are crawling along, in the deep underground world, struggling between death in order to survive. ..."
After hearing this paragraph, the expressions of the generals present flashed, and their smiles gradually stopped. Since the Eastern Expedition, the various legions have been extremely cruel to the Tlaxcala tribes, showing no mercy.
"...When the flames swallowed me up, I turned into ashes and floated to the red kingdom. I saw the end of death, with nothing left behind! That was the end of reincarnation, and it was the end of all things, whether you or I. ..”
Okot sang, danced, shed tears, and looked at the king above. It wasn't until the song ended that he stopped and looked towards the high ceiling. There, there is an open-air wind tunnel with free and warm wind blowing from the vast night sky.
"Well... you dance well. It seems that you are more suitable for singing and dancing than leading troops in war!"
After a while, Avitt lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and commented with a smile. This tragic song and dance praising death was indeed somewhat beyond his expectation. In the Mexican aesthetic, such songs and dances are very charming and unforgettable.
"Take him down!"
Okote pursed his lips, with tears in his eyes, and was taken away by the bodyguards again. This time, after he left the palace where he had lived for decades, he had no chance to return.
"cough."
The firelight flickered, and the hall gradually became quiet. Avitt collected his thoughts and spoke with a smile.
"Haha! Although the dance of the Tlaxcala gods is good, it is a bit too sad. What I like most is the dance of the alliance nobles. They are heroic and majestic, swallowing up mountains and rivers..."
"The Eastern Expedition is a great victory, and the royal army will return soon. All city-state army commanders, please stand up and dance a song for your king!"
The king's voice, steady and powerful, fell on the ears of the army commanders, as if it had the power of thunder.
"Dancing again?!..."
Xintel, the leader of Wei Jian, immediately frowned, feeling angry in his heart. He looked to the left and right, and saw Izel, the leader of the Mountain Range, standing up first, followed closely by the new leader of the Sourwood Regiment, Xochikalo. Then Paqiao, the leader of the Xiajin regiment, stood up calmly. This time, no one dared to make any excuses like the dead Yotiko.
"Why."
Xintel sighed silently and joined the team. Then, four honorable nobles and powerful city-state army commanders came together in the hall to dance for the supreme king and praise the supreme sun!
“In the courtyard, a sun like flint stood high and motionless! …
The flint is supreme, the sky looks down on the birds, the earth gives life...
The firestone burns with light, let time be grasped in the hand, and illuminate the divine heaven and earth...
The flints whirled like snakes, the cloud snakes burned in the flames, and the god-king drank the water from the fire!
That's red blood...
God drinks blood, and God feeds on life. God controls immortal life and gives it to the loyal king! ...
"
The four city-state leaders sang loudly and held their hands and feet high. This is a prayer song in praise of the sun god, usually used in sacred sacrifices. When sung here, it naturally compares the king to the sun god and himself to a loyal waiter, expressing the most complete obedience.
The Eastern Expedition was a great victory, Tree Snake City fell, and the city-state legions suffered many casualties. The situation at this time was very different from the last time the dance was performed. The king's prestige has risen to its highest level like the sun at noon. And the strength of the king is like the sun in the middle, firmly suppressing all countries!
As he listened, Avitt's face burst into a bright smile. When everyone finished the sacrificial dance and saluted breathlessly, the king clenched his staff and praised him sincerely.
"Good! Very good! I like it very much!"
"Praise the King! I would like to dance and sing for you!"
The four city-state army commanders lowered their heads and saluted the king with respectful expressions.
"Um."
Avitt looked around at everyone and kept nodding. There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. After the temptation of showing off the dance, it was the obedience he really wanted.
"The reeds of Sintre, the Gorge of Quinpajo, the mountains of Isère, the spruce of Xochkalo..."
The king's voice was full of oppression, and he read out the name of a legion commander. Then, the king's intention was directly revealed without any cover-up.
"The supreme sun needs to be guarded by city-state warriors!... After the Eastern Expedition, I will build two new guard camps, at least at the level of third-level elite fire warriors!"
Avitt lowered his gaze, looked at the army commander whose expression suddenly changed, and announced ruthlessly.
"The warriors from all countries are very brave. Your four city-state legions must produce elite warriors of level 13 or above! ... The Sourwood Legion suffered heavy casualties, with two hundred warriors, while the Mountain Legion did not participate in the siege, with three hundred warriors. . Let the remaining two countries each contribute half!..."
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