Aztec Eternals

The god lowered his red eyes and stared at the blood-stained earth. The brutal battle finally came to an end, and the hunted Puton warriors returned with their heads in their hands. The corpses of more than 300 Xiwu warriors fell in all directions, extending all the way to the south. The warriors of the kingdom raised their weapons and shouted with joy. They laughed and prayed, celebrating a great victory after a bloody battle!

"Praise the supreme Lord God! We fight for God, die for God, and win the victory bestowed by the God of War!"

After praying, the warriors of the kingdom bowed their heads and began to count the casualties of the fleet, rescue their own wounded, and sacrifice the enemy's prisoners. In this short and fierce battle, more than a dozen Prepecha warriors, more than a dozen Silver Crow warriors, and more than 30 Putun warriors were taken away. After a rough calculation, more than 60 people were killed in the battle of only a few quarters of an hour!

In the land of Maya far away from the alliance, in the face of such casualties, the warriors of the kingdom would never show mercy and let go of any captured enemy.

"Haha! God bless you! This is the leader of the Mayan gods! I, Puap, broke into hundreds of Mayan warriors and cut off his head myself!"

Puap was beaming and shouted loudly. He was covered in blood, wearing red-dyed bronze armor, holding the head of Prince Shutur aloft, and was showing off his military exploits in front of the warriors!

"The Lord God blesses you! Captain Puapu, you have led the charge several times, and you are so brave, like a general possessed by a black wolf!"

The warriors of the kingdom clapped their chests and saluted the captain respectfully. The most important warrior in the kingdom, Captain Puap's heroic performance today really convinced all the warriors. Even the Silver Crow Warrior Osprey, and the Shortspear Warrior Mokai, are convinced by him!

"Haha! You guys played well! When you get back to the boat, I'll give each of you a bag of gems! When the fleet returns to the kingdom, His Highness will definitely reward you!"

"Praise the Lord God! Praise Your Highness! Praise the Captain!"

The warriors of the Kingdom repeatedly praised and shouted excitedly. Only the main god priest, Tomat, presided over a simple post-war prayer with a sullen face.

"...The lord god blesses! Praise him and give us victory in battle!"

Then, Priest Tomat stood in front of the small temple pyramid without saying a word, watching the "allies" who were approaching at the edge of the southeast jungle.

The Mayan tribe that appeared in the southeast, with the cooperation of the tribal warriors in the fleet, had already defeated the Xiwu warriors in the rear team. They assigned more than a hundred people to search the corpses of the Xiwu warriors. Whether it was broken wooden armor or broken stone spears, they all collected them all, and they were reluctant to throw them away. And if they encountered dying Xiwu warriors, they would show no mercy and cut their throats directly, leaving no one alive!

At this moment, under the leadership of more than a dozen noble warriors, the remaining two hundred tribal warriors are walking towards the kingdom's team at a fast pace. Most of these tribal warriors were bare-chested and held crude stone spears. As for the leading noble warriors, there were only two pieces of rough wooden armor on the front and back, and they were put on worn-out battle clothes with the word "big" snake pattern on them. Compared with the warriors of the Xiwu family, this equipment is simply poor!

"What? Where did these Mayans in the jungle come from? They are all like hairless turkeys."

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, was wearing leather armor and holding a spear. He stood beside Priest Tomate, looking at the Mayan tribe coming. Soon, under the last rays of the setting sun, he saw the familiar family crest on the opponent's battle uniform at a glance, and his brows frowned.

"Hey! This is?"

"Well. Exactly!"

Priest Tomate nodded, pointed to the Mayan warrior who was coming, and then pointed to the Mayan merchant Tikalo, who was a dozen steps away, and remained silent.

Ticaro was wearing a robe with the same family pattern. At this moment, he was sitting slumped on the ground, his clothes were torn, his face was in a mess, and the wound on his arm was still oozing blood, and no one bandaged him. He pursed his lips, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and sat quietly like this, watching the Mayan warriors approaching, like a down-and-out sage, and like a down-and-out elder.

More than two hundred Mayan warriors stood still dozens of steps away and did not continue to approach. Puap led a large group of warriors, armed with armor, and confronted the "allies" just now vigilantly.

Then, a young Mayan deity with long snake hair and tattooed face and nose ornaments strode out from the crowd. He came to Tikalo, and carefully watched Tikalo's smiling face from the corner of the evening. After a few breaths, the young Maya descendant showed excitement and joy. He bared his gem-studded divine teeth and shouted at Tikalo on the ground in the ancient Mayapan language.

"Uncle Ticaro! You're back!"

"Tiakin, my nephew, the last sun of Mayapan, you have grown up!"

Ticaro smiled, happily. In Mayan language, the meaning of "Ah Kin" is the noblest sun. Sitting on the ground, he looked at his nephew's revered and mature god face, and at the tattered and old battle clothes of the Mayapan warriors, smiling and shedding tears.

"More than ten years! I finally came back here and met you guys!"

"Hey! You two, what are you talking about?"

Huitu Pu Apu raised his eyebrows, and seeing the two people meeting with tears, he finally realized something was wrong. Holding Hutur's head, he strode forward, looked at the excited Mayan deity, and then at the slumped Mayan businessman.

"Huh? You two, do you look a bit alike? Except one is bald and the other has tattoos. Could it be?"

Puap touched his head, looked at Tikalo for a while with some doubts, and suddenly had an idea, suddenly realized.

"Tikalo, I see, this is the seed you left in Maya?!"

".Puap, you idiot!"

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, walked up to the three of them with a spear in hand. He already knew the cause and effect of this battle from Priest Tomate. At this moment, he raised the spear instead, wishing he could slap Puapu twice to relieve the anger in his heart.

"The Lord God grants me peace! Let me see the reality of the world clearly, and think about the way forward in the chaotic jungle!"

Priest Tomat closed his eyes, prayed devoutly, and calmed down the anger in his chest. Afterwards, without a wave of emotion on his face, he walked directly in front of Ti Kalo, and stretched out his hand to help him up.

"Tikalo, I have a few questions that I want you to answer! These answers will be witnessed by the Lord God to determine your future destiny."

"Witness of the Lord God! Dear Priest Tomat, I will know everything and follow your arrangement."

Ticaro smiled sincerely, with a magnanimous expression on his face.

"very good!"

Priest Tomat nodded heavily. He stretched out his finger, first pointing to the god-descended head in Pu'apu's hand, and then pointing to the Mayan warrior wearing the snake pattern of the word "big". Finally, he looked at Tikalo, a Mayan merchant, with an extremely serious expression, and asked in a cold voice.

"Who is he? Who are they? Who are you?!"