The setting sun gradually goes to the west, reflecting the red and orange clouds. The towering temple is full of blood, reflected in the light red Lake Texcoco, like the legendary majestic and indifferent Snake Mountain. The sacred sacrifices continued, and the chants of the priests filled the sky. The boiling shouts of hundreds of thousands of people were like the soul-stirring thunder in the hands of the Lord God. At this moment, the rolling thunder echoes in the red sky, the dark red temple, and the bloody flat lake, like the arrival of the red kingdom of God.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise the King of Gods! Repay with piety, repay with sacrifices and blood!"
This is the cry of war, and this is the will of the Mexica people. This terrifying shouting frenzy fell into the hearts of every foreign envoy, and when it was witnessed by the blood of the descendants of Tlaxcala, it gained a heavy weight.
"The Mexica sun is different from the mountains and forests in the south. It is blood-colored!"
Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao lowered his head and stepped carefully on the blood on the ground. He wore exquisite gold ornaments, a shining silver crown on his head, a fine white robe with cloud patterns on his body, and leg rings inlaid with turquoise. His whole body shines with precious light, and his movements are slow and graceful, showing the respect of the ancient bloodline. In fact, in the Yunzhong tribes in the south, if someone can take "Yun" as his surname and "Sun" as his name, it is enough to reveal his noble status.
"The powerful, brave and respected King of Mexica, the bloodline of the great Tiger Claw King, the glorious nobles of Shanhe City, the Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao, greets you!"
Yun Zhao came to the top of the big temple, and from a dozen steps away, he respectfully saluted the King of Mexica, the most powerful man in the world, who was sitting on the throne. Then, he carefully reached out and took out a long silver box from his arms and presented it to the king's guard.
"Dear King Avit, this is the tribute that Yun Chen, the chief of Shanhe City, asked me to make. There is a bunch of feathers of the Chagar bird and a golden crown inlaid with turquoise. It is a rare treasure in the world. !May your majesty be immortal like turquoise, your light shine like gold, and your divinity fly like feathers!”
After saying that, Yun Zhao knelt down on his knees and bowed to the ground. The rich blood immediately hit his nose, making him choke and feel uncomfortable.
Avitt took the silver box after inspection by the guard, looked at it briefly, and his expression suddenly turned cold. He held the silver box in his hand, expressionless, and stared at the kneeling messenger Yun Zhao without saying a word.
The king was silent, and there was a sudden silence in the great temple. Many warriors clenched their bronze axes and stared at the fragile messenger like tigers and wolves. Only the sacrifices made by the priests and elders were calm and orderly, and the sound was heard.
"Descendant of the Jiao people, descendant of Mixtec gods, hereditary nobles of Shenshi City, warrior Yunshan, going to the kingdom of the God of War! His soul will fight for the Sun God in the sky for four years, and then fall back to the valley in the south and transform into Be a majestic dahlia!”
Upon hearing this familiar name, Mixtec envoy Yun Zhao suddenly trembled in his heart. He turned around and saw a blue corpse rolling down from the high pyramid. And from the holy fire burning on the side, scorching green smoke also came out.
"...Honored...Dear King..."
The sacred fire burned brightly, bringing with it an impending heat and a palpitating smell. Sweat gradually broke out on envoy Yun Zhao's forehead. When he turned around, he saw Avitt's half-smiling expression and the bloody copper ax in his hand.
"You...this is?..."
"I heard that a few months ago, the great chief of Shanhe City, Yun Chen, led tens of thousands of warriors, and joined forces with the chief priest of Shenshi City, Wei Ke, to hold the Rain God Ceremony at the Yunzhong Temple and subdued the military leaders of Shenshi City. .”
Avitt looked gloomy as he recounted the events five or six hundred miles away, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
"Now, Yun Chen considers himself the guardian of the Temple in the Cloud and the big talker of the Mixtec Alliance. He orders the southern states and wants to unify the Mixtec tribes and make them enemies of the alliance?"
"...Ah! This, the respected King Avit!...Leader Yunchen is loyal, and the clouds and the sun in the sky can all witness it!...Shenshi City is so audacious that he dares to fight with the Alliance. Leader Yunchen is It is for the majesty of the alliance that we send troops to teach the people a lesson, lead the various tribes of Tehuakan, and obey the alliance..."
The envoy Yun Zhao was frightened and quickly defended himself.
"Ha! Go back!"
Avitt looked stern, stretched out his hand and threw it! The heavy and expensive silver box immediately hit Yun Zhao, almost knocking him to the ground!
"A mere vassal of the alliance, the leader of a small city-state, dares to give me a golden crown?!"
Avit was furious, pointed at the Mixtec envoy who was trembling on the ground with his gemstone staff, and shouted sternly.
"Go back and tell Yun Chen! The Alliance is marching eastward, and the Mixtec ministries, as vassals, dare to secretly block it?! This is an offense to the majesty of the Lord God and must be severely punished!"
"Tell him! Don't think that the Alliance's legions will stop if they are blocked by the mountains and forests! The Kingdom of Tarasco and the Tlaxcala Alliance that offended the Alliance have been wiped out!... The Mixtec tribes in the lowlands are going to fight this year. Pay tribute four times, and the tribute will be doubled! Shanhe City will send ten divine descendants and five thousand Dingkou as an apology for offending the alliance!"
"If not, the alliance's 100,000 warriors will go south in an instant, completely reducing the Mixtec tribes in the lowlands and the mountain and river city five hundred miles away to ashes!..."
Avitt reprimanded him repeatedly and refused to disobey him. The emperor's wrath killed millions of people and bled for thousands of miles. And in front of this large temple dedicated to the descendants of gods, such a deterrent appears to be particularly powerful.
Of course, the Alliance's army had just been disbanded for repairs after going through a brutal Eastern Expedition. The northern army suffered losses of more than 50,000 people and 15,000 samurai casualties. At the same time, the elders of the Suppressive Alliance left, causing instability in the northern and southern states. After years of fighting and supplying supplies for the Eastern Expedition, the capital in the lake has insufficient food reserves... So in fact, the alliance will not be able to launch the next divine war in a short period of time.
The various Mixtec tribes in the south are scattered in the mountains and forests for a total of 600 miles. The territory of each ministry is vast, the city-states are extremely scattered, and the terrain is undulating with mountains and forests. If the alliance wants to completely conquer all the tribes in the cloud, it will not be easy due to the obstacles of terrain and distance. It will even be more difficult than the Western Expedition and the Eastern Expedition!
However, if the purpose is not to conquer, but to focus on plundering, sending two or three warrior legions all the way south... it would be easier to clean up villages, burn down city walls, sweep away the neighboring Mixtec tribes, and plunder the young men. arrive!
And this is exactly Yun Chen's worry and Avitt's purpose. The alliance always needs a suitable reason for sending troops to a vassal, so as not to force other vassals to rebel in fear.
"Ah!...Dear King! Leader Yunchen has already enshrined the statue of the Lord God in Shanhe City. We will never dare to offend the Lord God!...The ministries in the south can learn from heaven and earth about their loyalty..."
King Avite clenched his staff and struck the bluestone altar, interrupting the Mixtec envoy's nonsense.
"Do you remember what I just said?"
"...Remember, Your Majesty...but..."
"Now that you remember it, get out of here!"
Avitt raised his feather shield and swung it down. The three-color feathers flutter in the blood, like a sun bird that chooses people to devour.
"Remember, tell the noble chiefs in the tribes in Yunzhong and the elders in Shanhe City! It is Yun Chen's choice to be obedient or to sacrifice!"
Avitt raised the corner of his mouth and left the last sentence, a meaningful foreshadowing. Then, he waved his hand, and two guards with severed hair strode forward, picked up the Mixtec envoys, and headed down the pyramid.
The king on the throne looked calm, stroking the staff in his hand and feeling the coldness of the copper ax on his waist. The mountain fortress in the east has not yet been completely pacified, but his eyes have already been looking to the south. The fate of the Mixtec people was also determined at this moment.
The golden crow transformed by the scorching sun flies on the highest temple. He wants to burn all the time! Burn yourself, burn the whole world, and turn everything that is old and stubborn into ashes in the mighty blood and fire!
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