Aztec Eternals

The morning sun rises from the sky, illuminating the narrow valley and dispelling the tranquility of the night. The fierce drums of war shook the sky, and the scavenging vultures heard the sound, which was a harbinger before the feast began.

"Boom boom boom!"

The crossbowmen of the Thousand Temples wore cotton armor, held heavy crossbows, and carried obsidian batons on their backs. These temple crossbowmen belong to the Praetorian Guards and are selected from the temple guards. They are generally strong and strong, skilled in martial arts, and can be far and near. The crossbowmen quickly entered the valley road, and soon reached the front of the camp, ready to shoot.

"Ah!.Ah!"

The leading ten or so temple warriors took out the skull-like death whistle and blew it forcefully by their mouths. The shrill screams of dying instantly sounded in front of Taniguchi's camp, and then spread far away in the wind. The number of dog-born warriors guarding the camp has increased to two thousand. Hearing this terrifying whistle for the first time, many soldiers were shocked and showed fear.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sharp crossbow strikes amidst the whistle, bringing a real scream of dying! More than a dozen tribal warriors were pierced by crossbow arrows and nailed to a dirt or wooden wall, but they couldn't die for a while, they could only bleed and howl in despair.

"Shhhhhh!"

The second round of crossbow arrows arrived in no time and was nailed to the wooden stockade in the front camp, making a "doing" sound. Hundreds of red-haired warriors gritted their teeth, lowered their bodies, held the bows and arrows in their hands tightly, and tried their best to endure the rain of arrows. At this distance, the hunting bows commonly used by the Guakili dogs could not hurt the crossbowmen in cotton armor at all.

"Shhhhhh!"

The third round of arrow rain extended slightly to the rear, killing more than ten soldiers. The impulsive canines yelled angrily while dodging around. There was some commotion in the camp for a while.

A red-haired captain bowed his waist, looked at the situation in the camp, and looked worried. He immediately stood up and hurried to the red cat banner in the center.

"Chief, the cactus tribe's bows are too far away, we can't shoot them at all! This one-sided beating, the morale of the soldiers is gone! Chief, let me take five hundred soldiers and shoot their archers! "

shouted the red-haired captain, his beastly eyes eager to fight.

Mizley held up her shield and stood under the Red Cat banner. The main force of the warriors in the tribe are guarding here, so he naturally has to take command in person. The red cat chief first looked at the batons of the crossbowmen, and then at the vanguard barbarians who followed. He thought for a while, gritted his teeth hard.

"Damn it! Withdraw half of the tribal warriors to the camp, avoid the rain of arrows, and wait for the enemy to charge up before attacking!"

Soon, the chief sent an envoy and ordered to shrink the defense. Half of the tribal fighters shouted and retreated to the rear in a mess. Only the elite red-haired warrior was still holding a hunting bow, waiting to shoot near the wall of the village at all times.

"Shhhhhh!"

Seeing the movement of the enemy troops, the crossbowman battalion commander waved a small flag. The temple crossbowmen approached twenty steps forward, and the fourth round of crossbow arrows shot directly at the banner in the center of the camp.

The howling rain of arrows is coming, bringing the wind of death! Several of the chief's personal guards screamed and fell to the ground, bleeding bright red. The shield in Mizli's hand was hit continuously. He bowed his waist, and with the force of the impact, he retreated quickly, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it! The horizontal bow of the Aztecs is so powerful!"

Mizley wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at the tribe's flag, which had been shot with many arrow holes. He looked at the dead and wounded guards again, and a sudden anger rose in his chest.

"I'm going to send soldiers to tear these crossbowmen into pieces! Come on."

"Praise be to the Lord God Vizilopochtli! He has given us the power to destroy! We shall spread His glory!"

A burst of fanatical shouts suddenly came like thunder, echoing in the narrow valley, like the chorus of a herd of beasts. Mizli was startled, and looked over after hearing the sound.

I saw hundreds of cotton-armoured barbarians scattered in several rows, with wooden boxes nearby, and dozens of team leaders holding torches. They first raised their hands high and prayed to the sky. Then, hundreds of barbarians in the front row each picked up a pottery ball the size of a human head. The barbarians paused for a while in front of the torches, then rushed towards the camp shouting frantically.

"Dedicate your life to God!"

"Hey, what is this?"

Mizli looked puzzled, looking at the loose barbarians who charged. Just such a small number of people, are they here to die?

"Shhhhhh!"

Another wave of crossbow bolts whizzed towards them, continuously suppressing the red-haired hunter on the low wall of the village. The barbarians approached under the cover of crossbow arrows, and soon came within forty steps.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The red-haired warriors started to pop up, shooting fiercely at the barbarians. More than twenty barbarians at the front fell to the ground in an instant, and the smoking ball in their hands rolled down the hillside. But their formation was loose enough, and their morale was high enough, the remaining barbarians were still fanatically charging with the ball.

"Shhhhhh!"

The crossbowmen quickened their rate of fire. The sharp rain of arrows hit the wall of the village! Nearly ten red-haired warriors with exposed heads fell to the ground, seeing Mizli's heart ache.

"Ah, the despicable Aztecs, who even cheated with a small army!"

The crossbow arrows suppressed the top of the city, and the remaining half of the barbarians finally rushed up the slope and came to the wall of the village. The low wall is only half a person high, and behind it is a large group of red-haired hunters shooting. The barbarians suddenly let out a roar, and threw a ball of divine power at the defenders.

"Praise the Lord God, God's might is coming!"

"Um?"

Beside the wall of the village, the red-haired captain had a fierce look in his eyes. He first raised his hand and aimed an arrow at the enemy's eyes, shooting a barbarian who was close at hand to death. Then, with a puzzled look on his face, he looked at the smoking pottery ball at his feet.

"What's this? Crockpot? Still smoking?"

The red-haired captain lowered his head and reached out to touch the sharp-angled surface of the pottery ball. Then, he narrowed his eyes and leaned his head towards the smoking mouth

"boom!"

The pottery terrestris weighing several jins suddenly exploded, sending out a loud thunder! The red-haired captain was like a young tree in a strong wind. In an instant, his back was bent, his whole body was torn apart, flames shot out from top to bottom, and he turned into a corpse. Countless pottery sharp angles exploded, shooting the remaining corpses in front of them into a sieve.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Dozens of pottery thorns exploded one after another, the flames of the canopy shot out, and billowing smoke rose in an instant! More than two hundred dog-born soldiers screamed and fell to the ground, rolling into a ball on the ground. More tribal fighters were shocked by the explosion and fell into chaos. They ran, howling meaninglessly, calling the names of their ancestors and priests.

Mizley's eyes turned red for a moment. In just a moment, he saw fifty or sixty elite red-haired warriors being killed or injured in the enemy's terrifying attack.

"Sorcerer! Sorcerer! This is the sorcery of the Aztecs! Guards, rush up to me, appease people's hearts, and kill the barbarians who released the sorcery!"

Hundreds of the chief's personal guards immediately rushed to the wall of the village with the captured batons in their hands. They shouted loudly to appease the chaotic warriors, while brandishing their weapons, they besieged and killed the remaining barbarians. The first batch of barbarians crossed the wall of the village, screaming and fighting with all their strength, disrupting the situation in the camp, but they were doomed to die.

Thick smoke billowed, shouts of killing continued, and the shooting from both sides weakened a lot. Outside the camp, under the faint rain of arrows, the second batch of hundreds of barbarians rushed up the slope quickly. They shouted the name of the main god, came to the wall of the village, and threw the ball of divine power again.

"The god of war is coming!"

The terracotta ball tumbled and fell into the crowd of houndspawn. This time, most of the dog-born fighters dodged in fright and crashed into a ball. It's just that the camp is small and there are many places that cannot be avoided.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Tao Tribulus exploded again, and the gunpowder rose violently, igniting the wooden blocks in the camp, and also igniting the running dogs. Broken pottery fragments flew in all directions, carrying huge kinetic energy, like sharp pottery arrows. Tao Shi cut through the clothes of the tribal warriors, cut their bodies, and even shot into their heads and necks. The shrill screams immediately resembled a torrential rain in the rainy season, splashing everywhere.

"Roar! Dedicate your life to God!"

Dozens of surviving barbarians took off the copper contradictory cards on their backs after throwing the pottery terriers, jumped over the wall of the village, and frantically went to the camp to kill. The chaos in the camp spread rapidly, and the hunters' shooting almost stopped completely.

At the mouth of the valley, the black wolf Toltek laughed with satisfaction as he watched the vanguard battalion rushing up to the camp again.

"Okay! Very good! Although the ball of divine power is indistinguishable from enemy to friend, it is truly extremely powerful, as if divine power descends!"

After Hei Lang praised, he waved the command flag again and shouted angrily.

"The war opportunity has arrived! Pioneer throwing, temple crossbowmen, all melee charges! Take the camp for me!"