"The Mexica nobles and kingdom priests assimilated and ruled over the northern tribes... military power, political power, and divine power."
Shulot's eyes flashed slightly and he was silent. Even though he was on the front line of the Eastern Expedition, intelligence from the North continued to flow in.
"Bertard, I heard that the old priest of Ort of the Otomi people is terminally ill and does not have much time left?"
"Uh... Your Highness, the head priest of the Alter Sect became seriously ill a year and a half ago. He has been bedridden, but until last month, he did not go to the Kingdom of God."
The warrior commander thought for a moment and answered cautiously.
"However, the envoy of the chief priest of the Ort Sect is currently in the lake capital to meet with the new high priest of Ugel!"
"Oh? Old Priest Ort sent a messenger?"
Hearing this, Shulot was a little surprised.
"What did you say?"
"The messenger, on behalf of the Otomi Priesthood, expressed respect and respect to the new high priest. At the same time, the high priest of Ort was running out of time, so he requested the supreme high priesthood to send a distinguished priest elder to replace him. The position of the chief priest of the Mi Sect. In addition, he recommended his student, Omarinqin, the priest elder of the Otomi people, to serve as the deputy chief priest of the Otomi sect."
"Well, let's give up the position of the chief priest of the Otomi Sect to keep the position of the deputy chief priest...Old Priest Ort really seized the opportunity!"
Hearing this, Xiuluo nodded and couldn't help but praise. He thought of the groundhog-like figure, of the old, stocky and tough old man, and was truly impressed by the accuracy of his vision and the decisiveness of his attack.
The Alliance High Priests have been planning for a long time, and it is imperative to control the Otomi Priests, waiting for the old priest of Ort to go to the Kingdom of God.
However, now that the elder has passed away along with his grandfather, the distribution of power in the high priesthood is still in constant struggle. All the powerful priests and elders are closely focused on the religious authority of the alliance center, and it is impossible to leave the desolate Northland at this critical juncture.
The old priest of Alter gave way at this time. The high priest group was in a fierce struggle and could not send out powerful priests and elders. In order to appease him, he would definitely readily agree to the recommendation of the deputy chief priest of Otomi. After such operations, the priests of the Otomi people have retained their influence to the greatest extent in the three northern states.
"Um... Omarinchin? A priestess?"
Shulot thought for a moment and his expression changed. The name Malinche is obviously a common name for Nahua women, and it was very famous in later generations.
In fact, the native interpreter and wife of the later Spanish conquistador Hernán Cortés was named Marinqin. She played an important role in Cortes' conquest of the Aztec Empire. Without her dedicated translation and exceptionally good communication, the sparse early Spanish colonists would not have been able to gain a foothold in Central America, let alone form an alliance with the initially hostile Tlaxcalans.
Due to Malinchin's outstanding diplomatic contributions, Spanish soldiers in the colonial era respectfully called her "Donna Marina" or "Great Lady". Among them, Donna (do?a) is an honorific title for aristocratic women. In Spain at that time, even white women rarely received this title.
Hundreds of years later, the Kingdom of Mexico, which struggled to gain independence from Spanish rule, coined a new word from her name, "malinchiste", which means "traitor and betrayer"!
"Yes, Your Highness! Omarinqin is an old Otomi priestess. According to tribal customs, Otomi women can also hold divine power, and high-ranking female priests are not uncommon."
Bertard nodded respectfully and replied carefully.
"According to the intelligence from the scouts, this female priest's background is not noble. She was promoted from the lowest temple priest. She is very flexible in her methods and is friendly to the kingdom..."
"Huh? From a humble background, promoted from a low-level priestess in the temple?"
Hearing this, Shulot looked surprised. In all parts of the world, low-level priestesses in temples have always been the lowest level of the priesthood. They not only have to serve the gods, but also high-ranking priests and noble warriors, and even important sacrifices. And for Omarinqin to climb up step by step from this position and be recommended as the successor by the old priest of Ort, he must have many extraordinary qualities.
"Indeed! Your Highness, the kingdom controls many Otomi nobles and also influences many Otomi priests. After the death of the chief priest of the Ort Sect, what will be the inheritance of the Otomi people's religious authority?..."
"Well... my grandfather has just passed away, and the priests and elders are fighting fiercely and are very sensitive. It is not convenient for me to intervene in the religious rights of the three kingdoms of Otomi right away... Phew! Old Priest Ort really chose a good time. !”
Shulot pondered for a long time and finally shook his head. After his grandfather passed away, he could no longer influence the divine power of the entire alliance as easily as before.
"That's all! Just make sure that the chief priest of Palms City is in the hands of the kingdom."
"I obey you, Your Highness!"
"Priests and nobles, local and central... What a vast northern land!..."
Shulot stretched out his hand, crossed the north of the world map, and continued northward. Four months ago, the old militiaman Chihuaco had returned from his voyage, bringing intelligence from the far north. The Zacatecas Wilderness of the Northland extends again to the Apache Confederacy on the Great Plains of North America. And the current city of Palms is just the starting point of the southern part of the wasteland!
The king's eyes looked at the unmarked north on the map. His mind was as clear as a mirror, and he knew how vast and how difficult the boundless continent was.
"In the Palms Valley at the moment, the Mexica nobles stationed there control the political and military power. If after one or two generations, the military nobles and the priests who hold the religious power secretly marry, there will be a huge risk! But in the desolation In the far north, in order to deal with complex military situations, deal with frequent fighting, and expand the kingdom...the power of the military nobles not only cannot be weakened, but on the contrary, it must be further concentrated and strengthened!"
The king weighed for a moment and made up his mind. He looked deeply at the north through the Lord God's curtain, and then gave an order loudly.
"Bertard!"
"Your Highness!"
"The military power in Baramo's hands needs to be further strengthened. Not only does he need to suppress the tribes of the Wasteland Dogmen and Otomi, but he also needs to suppress the Red Crow tribe downstream!... Draw out from the captured Tlaxcala surrender troops, Three thousand militiamen who had experienced battles were sent to garrison in Pamus City. From the kingdom's treasury, bronze spears and axes sufficient to equip five thousand men, as well as five hundred sets of bronze armor, were delivered to Páramo!"
"I obey you, Your Highness!"
Bertard saluted respectfully and promised in a deep voice. Then, without delay, he summoned two personal guards and immediately went to make arrangements.
Seeing this resolute administrative efficiency, Shulot nodded with satisfaction. He lowered his eyes and considered for a while before speaking again.
"I remember that Alter has a grandson who serves as a warrior in the Otomi Legion?"
"Yes, Your Highness. That is his concubine grandson, called Osina. As a member of the Otomi Legion, he participated in the Alliance's Western Expedition, and now he is the commander of a thousand-man battalion under the Giowa Guards!"
"Yes. Draft a letter for me and bring it to the old priest Alter. Just say..."
Xiulote pondered for a few breaths and gave decisive orders.
"Priestess Omarinqin is a devout believer in the Lord God, and is indeed the best candidate for the deputy chief priest of Otomi. The warrior Osina is brave and good at fighting, and can be promoted to a hereditary noble of the kingdom, leaving a fief in the Kingdom of the Lake. And the Kingdom of the Lake, In Parms State, there are still three hereditary noble fiefdoms, and candidates can be recommended by the chief priest of the Aort clan..."
"In addition, the Palms Valley is located at the southern boundary of the wasteland, facing the canine tribes migrating south. The kingdom will establish a fifth directly affiliated county here, with the Lord of Paramore City in charge of military affairs and serving as the county commander!... .Also ask the old priest of Oort to inform the Otomi nobles in the Parmus State and let them make an 'independent' decision whether to join the kingdom!"
Hearing the word "independence" emphasized by the king, Bertard's expression changed and he nodded knowingly.
Nominally, the three Otomi states are vassals of the alliance and vassals of King Avite. The kingdom wants to annex the Otomi tribe starting from Parmus State, but it is difficult to do it so obviously for the time being...
The warrior commander thought for a moment and asked softly.
"Your Highness, the kingdom has established four counties: Gyeonggi, Hekou, Zicao, and Apa. So what will the fifth county in the north be named after?"
"Well... the Palms Valley has undulating mountains, and a tributary of the Tampen River continues eastward, bringing rare fertile soil in the wasteland. It is full of green vitality."
Shulot's expression flashed as he recalled what he saw during the Northern Expedition. A familiar name suddenly popped into his mind... Thinking of this, the king raised the corners of his mouth and announced with a smile.
"In that case, the fifth county in the North is called Qingqiu!"
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