Remember [New] in a second! The embers of fire burned in Water Valley City, and black smoke rose up. On the temple pyramid in the center of the city, there are bloodstains that have not yet dried up. This was the end of the last resistance of the Tlaxcala warriors. Around the pyramid, in the mansions of the hereditary nobles, there are traces of axes and sticks everywhere, as well as fallen male corpses.

The main road running through the city is divided into two sections with different colors. One section is scorched black after the fire, and the other section is dark red after the blood coagulates. In the middle of the two ends, there are broken spears, bent feather arrows, broken leather armor, and stumps that have not been cleaned up.

There was a deathly silence, occasionally mingled with distant shouts. After an unknown period of time, a small group of more than ten warriors appeared from the north side of the main road and walked slowly towards the south. In the lead was a captain of Mexica warriors, followed by three or four Prepecha warriors, and behind them were six or seven lightly armed dog-born warriors.

In the middle of the team, there was a thin old man wearing a feather crown and a Chinese robe. He was guarded in the center by more than a dozen warriors, and he was also imprisoned in the center. He stared at the post-war scenes along the way, and his eyes skipped over the familiar buildings, but they were not the ones in his memory at all. He thought of the prosperity of Water Valley City in the past, and the uneasiness and fear came to his heart, which only turned into a silent sigh on his lips.

"Savage Mexica savage!"

"Respected Elder Vizier Priest, let's go this way!"

The Mexica warrior captain looked respectful, turned sideways, and pointed in another direction.

"When the city fell, there was a fight on the road ahead, and hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors died. There has been no rain for the past few days, and the blood on the ground is sticky, and the feet are sticky when walking."

"Well. Praise the God of War! I'm sorry."

Weizier smiled kindly and nodded. He also didn't want to get his cotton boots dirty.

A gust of wind blows, and a strong smell of blood spreads over the surface, with a bit of a stench of corruption. In hot spring, corpses are always prone to corruption.

The honorable holy city priest and elder froze, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the sticky blood in front of him. He didn't speak, just pursed his lips, carefully followed the footsteps of the warrior captain, and walked another path.

The path winds through low huts and huts to the southern gate. This is an ordinary civilian area, where a large number of low-level moth people usually gather. But at this moment, Weizier looked around and saw that the large huts were empty, without any human habitation, only sporadic bloodstains.

Weizier's heart shuddered, and he lowered his eyes. He continued walking in silence, but the dog-born warriors on both sides showed curiosity, looking at this thin but noble "tribal priest" from time to time.

"Huh? He doesn't seem to be able to fight at all... That's it, even if he can't beat a wolf, can he still be a priest of a big tribe?"

"Hush! Maybe, he can do some powerful spells, release thunder or flames... Mmm. I can even smell herbs from him."

"Herbs? Is it a witch doctor?"

"No. He doesn't seem used to it when he smells blood."

"What? Are there any tribal priests who are afraid of blood?..."

Weizier lowered his head slightly, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart. Facing a holy holy city priest elder, the eyes of the barbarians on both sides showed no respect. They even pointed and talked in low voices, and almost all sprayed their saliva on his priest robe.

"Ignorant savage, ungodly hound! . . . "

Weizier cursed in his heart. However, when the anger passed, an inexplicable fear came to his heart, making him tremble faintly.

"In the legion of His Highness the God of Death, there are so many barbaric northern dog descendants?..."

"Okay! Respected Elder Vizier Priest, let's leave the city from here!"

The Mexica warrior captain smiled, pointed to the south city wall not far away, and then pointed to the south gate with a hole, and said proudly.

"It's right here! The heavily armored warriors swung their big axes, broke through the top of the city, and captured the southern city of Shuigu City! The fighting at that time was extremely fierce. On this top of the city alone, more than a dozen people from Tlaxcala were killed. A hereditary noble!"

Hearing this, Weizier was slightly taken aback, and looked at the city wall not far away.

From bottom to top, the entire bluestone city wall was almost blackened by the flames. In the scorched black, there is also the dark red after the blood has evaporated. In the vicinity of Nancheng, most of the wooden buildings were burned down, leaving only some dilapidated walls and walls, recording the **** and cruelty of the war. If you look carefully, you can even see the solid stone wall with holes and gaps, which should be the result of being bombarded by that copper cannon.

"The seemingly solid Water Valley City...is so vulnerable..."

After a few breaths, Weizier regained his composure and replied with a forced smile.

"Blessed by God of War! What a... glorious battle."

"Haha! The supreme Lord God will always bless our Mexica Alliance and promise us the world!"

Hearing the praise from the elders of the holy city, the warrior captain laughed out loud with pride on his face. Afterwards, he held the sun amulet around his neck and prayed devoutly.

"Believe in my God, Vitzilopochtli! He is supreme and omnipotent! He gives us sunshine and rain, harvest and food!..."

"..."

Weizier bit his lip, lowered his head, and covered up the changing expression on his face. Intense anger rose in his heart, mixed with increasingly obvious anxiety.

"Such a prayer!...Where do you put the Nahua gods?!..."

"Elder, look!"

After praying, the warrior captain's expression became friendly, and the way he looked at Weizier seemed to be looking at his own people. He led the crowd to the dark red south city wall, pointed at the city gate with a smile, and said to the respected elders of the holy city.

"In order to show the glory of the first warriors, and to spread the glory of the Supreme God, the brave commander of the black wolf personally ordered to hang the heads of the nobles of Tlaxcala on the city gate!"

"ah!"

Weizier looked up, and with just one glance, he could no longer suppress the shock and fear in his heart! He exhaled tremblingly.

"This! This!... These descendants of the gods were all..."

"Yes! They are all descendants of Tlaxcala, and I personally slaughtered one! Before he died, he couldn't even speak a word, let alone leave a moving poem."

Thinking of the **** descendant he killed a few days ago, the warrior captain shook his head disdainfully. Then, with an appreciative expression on his face, he pointed to the old head hanging at the front. The head stared angrily, and opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, as if it was still roaring.

"Look! The one at the front~lightnovelpub.net~ is Akotel, the chief of the water snake! He is really a brave warrior who dared to die. He pierced his own heart with his own hands and released the soul bound in his heart. Taiyoli Ya! Such a warrior, even if he is an enemy, will definitely go to the Kingdom of the Lord God!...Besides, before he died, he left behind two poems about warriors!"

"Acotel, the...poetry...poetry before death?"

For some reason, Weizier's voice became hoarse, and his speech stuttered. He stared blankly at the heads of his old acquaintances, and memories of talking and laughing with each other flooded his mind, bringing him a real threat of death that he hadn't felt for a long time!

"Yes! Let me think about it, what is it..."

The warrior captain scratched his head and looked at the pale-faced Elder of the Holy City. He thought for a while before he smiled brightly, showing his sharp yellow teeth.

"...The water snake will swim in the Tianhe, and the black snake will sink in the abyss! The distant ancestors will take my soul away, but the gods who are close at hand cannot save you!..."

"ah!"

Weizier let out a low cry, his feet were no longer stable. He looked up at the death at the top of the city, staggered and fell on the blood. Then, he stretched out his hand, trying to press the ground to stand up, but his hands were bright red!