Aztec Eternals

The ancient hall is built of volcanic rock, with deep colors, simple and solemn. The four walls are carefully decorated, with large and colorful mural legends, telling the story of the oldest descendant of the tree snake god and the establishment of the tree snake city. This is an epic passed down by the people of Tlaxcala, which has been kept in the hearts of generations of tree snakes.

However, if you look closely, there are some traces of chopping on those still gorgeous carvings. The gold, silver and precious stones that once adorned them all have disappeared without a trace. There are only rows of torches on the wall, burning blazingly, illuminating the scene in the hall.

The generals of Mexica sat in a circle with solemn expressions and gorgeous battle clothes. And more than a dozen warriors who have made great achievements, all kneel down in the center of the hall with bare hands. In front of them, the supreme king held a scepter in his hand, smiled faintly, and announced loudly.

"A great victory in the Eastern Expedition, the Lord God blesses the alliance! The hereditary nobleman of the Lake District, the head of the royal army, and the dead dog Kiki Mickey took the lead in attacking the South City, occupying the temple in the city, and capturing the leader of the Tree Snake City. This is the first battle!"

Speaking of this, Avette paused, his eyes were piercing, and he glanced at the commanders of the city-state legions. Everyone bowed their heads in unison, expressing their sincere admiration for the heroic and capable king's confidant.

Seeing this, Avit smiled with satisfaction. The first victory in the siege of the city should naturally be attributed to the royal army directly under him. He held up his scepter, as decisive as a god.

"Wang Ling: Kiki Mickey, the dead dog, promoted to the third level of honorable nobleman! Give Chinanpa a fief of 400 acres, 100 serfs, 20 beauties, and ten boxes of gems, gold and silver!"

"What, promoted to the third level of honor noble?!"

Hearing such a reward, the regiment commanders of each state looked at each other in blank dismay, and were a little shocked for a while.

Among the king's rewards, the most important thing is to be promoted to the rank of nobility. From the second-level hereditary nobility to the third-level honorable nobility, that is a real threshold and a huge class leap! Glory aristocrats is the pinnacle of noble promotion, and since then they have become the real ruling top, hereditary without succession, and rest with the country. And if it is entrusted to a foreign country, it can be the city lord!

"The king confers such rewards, arbitrarily promotes the upstarts, and promotes glory. Let us, the glorious family that has been passed down for a hundred years and bleeds for the alliance for generations, how can we be embarrassed?"

Captain Sintel of the Weijian Legion widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and was about to object.

You know, there are only thirty or forty Glory families in the entire Mexica Alliance. Scattered in each state, there are only about three families, all in charge of the power of each city-state. Ten years ago, Kiki Mickey, the dead dog, was just an ordinary military nobleman. But now, with just one expedition to the west and one expedition to the east, he has soared to the top, equal to all the honorable nobles and city-state army commanders present here! .

"cough!"

The head of the Pacho Corps of the Xiajin Corps hastily stretched out his hand, held down Sintel who was seated next to him, and gestured with his eyes. He has long seen that the king is constantly taking measures to weaken the local nobles.

Whether it was the previous centralization reform, the reform of religious power, or the driving of city-state warriors to attack the city during the Eastern Expedition, they were all weakening the strength of the great nobles. Now he is continuously promoting upstarts, weakening the influence of the inherited nobles. His dissatisfaction is also accumulating! Just, thinking of Yotico's suspicious death in battle

Pacho coughed cautiously, and whispered to Sintel.

"...The most important warrior in the alliance. Although such a feat, the reward is very rich, but it is also reasonable."

".Why."

Sintel gritted his teeth, sighed lowly, his heart was on fire, and he was helpless.

Secret conversations happen in corners, and after a few words, they become silent. In the center of the hall, the dead dog Kiki Mickey's eyes were red with excitement, and his voice was choked with sobs. He fell to his knees violently, knocked his head heavily on the ground, and swore an oath tremblingly to the simple-handed king.

"Your Majesty! You...you are the flying eagle, and I, Chichimiki, are your wings! Witnessed by the Lord God! No matter where the eagle goes, I am willing to follow you and do my best for you!"

"Ha ha!"

Avit laughed heartily. He stretched out his hand and stroked the dead dog's hair. Then, he personally helped his beloved general up, handed him a glass of wine, and toasted.

"Come! The Lord God blesses the alliance! All the generals raise their glasses to celebrate the first victory of the Eastern Expedition!"

"Lord God bless! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the commander of the Death Dog Army!"

No matter what feelings are in their hearts, there are overflowing smiles on the faces of all the generals. Everyone raised their glasses together and drank it all in one gulp. Kiki Mickey gulped down the slightly spicy tequila down his throat, but it was as sweet as honey water.

"In order to capture the Tree Snake City, warriors from all over the world fought hard and made outstanding achievements! The military nobles in the Lake District, the vanguard of the Royal Legion, and the warrior Mo Qihui took the lead in breaking into the South City, killing the leader of the Tree Snake Clan warriors, and captured two people alive. God-born prince, this is your second victory in this battle!"

Mo Qihui's face was flushed, and he knelt on the ground, even breathing heavily. He was waiting for the king's reward, his heart was beating violently.

Avit smiled slightly, glanced at this loyal and fearless young warrior, paused for a moment, and announced loudly.

"Wang Ling: Warrior Mo Qihui, promoted to second-class hereditary nobleman! Give Chinampa a fief of one hundred acres, twenty serfs, four beauties, and four boxes of precious stones, gold and silver!"

"Second-level hereditary nobleman, one hundred acres of Chinampa!"

Mo Qihui's head buzzed, and a smile appeared on his face. One mu of Chinanpa floating field is equivalent to six acres of Mirpa field. And one hundred acres of Chinanpa is equivalent to six hundred acres of ordinary fields! And more importantly, such floating fields have a price but no market, and are hardly circulated in the market, but are the foundation of the noble family's inheritance.

In fact, the population of the Texcoco Lake District has been saturated, and all suitable fields have been reclaimed and are in the hands of nobles at all levels. In this Eastern Expedition, King Avet was able to give thousands of acres of Chinampa as a reward, but it was because of the high priest's clean-up last year that uprooted the great nobles of Tracopan and exiled a full 20,000 people!

It's a pity that now, both the elder and the high priest are going to the Kingdom of God. The succeeding high priest of Ugr had always pretended to be deaf and dumb, and was cautious. Such a major case will definitely not be handled again.

While thinking, Avit stretched out his hand and shook Mo Qihui's hair. Only then did the drunken young warrior come to his senses and swear loudly.

"Your Majesty! You are my supreme sun! I will stab out a bronze spear, wield a battle axe, and fight bravely! I want your light to shine on all nations in the world!"

"Haha! Good! Come, drink up this cup!"

"God bless you! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the warrior!"

Regarding the promotion of the hereditary nobles, the leaders of the powerful legions present did not respond. They are powerful and well-informed. They already have such power in the city-state, and they don't care much about it.

Avit finished drinking, 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 who fulfilled his wish, and asked with a smile.

"Mo Qihui, besides these rewards, what other wishes do you have?"

"Uh, wish?"

Mo Qihui was startled. He raised his head, looked at the majestic and amiable face of the king, and shouted out the wish he had made not long ago.

"Your Majesty! I want a beautiful dancing girl in the garden!"

".Hahaha!"

Hearing this wish, all the Mexica generals looked at each other, and Qiqi burst into laughter.

"It turns out that it's a little wolf cub in heat, full of energy and blood!"

"Ha ha!"

Avit laughed. He stretched out his hand, patted Mo Qihui's flushed face, and agreed with a smile.

"Okay! When you go out later, whoever you like, just take it away! Tonight, I will spare you the errand, and promise you a spring night!"

"Eh? Just take it 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 belong to me?"

Hearing this, the hall burst into laughter, full of joy.

"Haha! Of course, if you can take away as many as you want, it will be yours!"

Avit couldn't help it, and laughed dumbfounded. He nodded readily and agreed to Mo Qihui's request. He is always extra tolerant towards loyal and brave warriors.

Then, the king raised his scepter again and walked to the next warrior. He looked at the burly body kneeling down, smiled faintly, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Military nobleman of Acidwood City, warrior commander of the Acidwood Legion, Turquoise Tessie Whitt, climbed the city wall first, broke into the south city first, and also made great achievements!"

Tessie Whitney knelt on the ground with a calm expression, without any ups and downs. He was originally a man of few words, and after the death of the Patriarch, he said even less.

"Wang Ling: Warrior Tessie Whitt, promoted to the second-class hereditary nobleman! Give Chinanpa a fief of 80 acres, sixteen serfs, three beauties, and three boxes of gems, gold and silver!"

Hearing this, Tessie Whitt's expression was still unmoved. After all, he is a general trusted by the former legion chief, 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 elected to the Imperial Guard, serve as a centurion, fight for the alliance, and die for the royal family!"

"Huh? Transferred to the hair-cutting guards, as a centurion?"

Hearing this, Tessie Whitt raised his head in surprise, seeing the smiling face of the king, he was at a loss for a moment.

"If I am transferred to the imperial army, I will have to leave Suanmu city-state and go to the capital in the lake to guard the king. How can I have the opportunity to investigate the truth about the death of the Patriarch?"

Yes, at this moment, General Turquoise, although he is full of doubts about the death of the Patriarch, the object of his doubts is the successor leader of the Sourwood Army, Spruce Patriarch Hochkalo.

Because, that night, the one who had the ability to do something in the camp and finally reaped the greatest benefits was Hochkalo! As for the supreme king, he hasn't thought much about it yet.

Hochkalo looked at Tessie Whittle kindly with a fat smile on his face. If Tessey Whitt continued to stay in the legion, he would never let the other party return to the city-state alive from the Eastern Expedition. such a pity

Avit's eyes were shining, carefully examining the expression of General Turquoise. He observed for a long time, and from the astonished expression of the other party, he did not see any obvious resistance, nor did he find a trace of hidden hatred. The king finally felt relieved, smiled and asked.

"Why, Tessie Whittle, you don't want to?"

".Here."

Tessie Whitney was tongue-tied, but the situation made it impossible for him to refuse. After a while, he sighed, lowered his head, fell to the ground like a bear, and saluted respectfully.

"Your Majesty, you are a towering mountain, standing at the highest point of the alliance! I am willing to follow your figure, climb to the heights, and fight to the death for you!"

"good very good!"

Avitt got the answer he wanted and nodded in satisfaction. Rewarding city-state warriors who have made great achievements, and conquering the hearts of warriors from all nations, Tessie Whittle is the best example!

"Come, drink this cup to the brim!"

"God bless you! Congratulations to the king! Congratulations to the warrior!"

All the generals congratulated in unison, drinking water and wine. The king laughed and held out his hand.

Seeing this familiar link of allegiance, Tessie Whitt was a little dazed. He stayed for a moment, then slowly lowered his head. Then, a powerful big hand grabbed his hair, restricting his soul ever since. Then, a dignified and laughing voice came from the front.

"Haha! Tessie Whit, my warrior. Besides these rewards, what other wishes do you have?"

"What, wish?"

Hearing this, Tessie Whitt pursed his lips and raised his head. From this angle, he could see the king's friendly smile, and he could also see Hochkalo's kind smile. Regarding the death of the Patriarch, doubts about Hochkalo flashed in his heart instantly, and he was about to blurt out!